Outrage In Smallsville
by Mark Townsend 


Foreword 

Within the past two years several states in the United States have passed 
abortion laws. For those states this has not been an easy task. In order for 
a politician to vote for such a measure, he must be very sure that the 
majority of those who elected him want such a law passed. Simple? Not quite. 

The voting public in the United States is greatly different from that of any 
other country. The Protestants were the first to settle in what was then a 
wilderness. The Catholics came later and it took them well over one hundred 
years to establish a voting block in any state. Even now the Protestants 
outnumber their Catholic brethren in all but two states of the Union and in 
those two there are other religions to consider. 

Yet, the archaic laws directly influenced by the Pope have remained the laws 
of the states. 

And there are few politicians who will risk sticking their necks out far 
enough to possibly get them chopped off. 

This story, of the wife of a minister of the gospel, is a plea for the 
liberalization of such laws. 

The author rightly contends that it is up to the individual concerned, 
necessarily the woman, whether or not she carry a bastard child in her womb 
for nine months, giving her very life blood in support of her burden, or 
whether she shall rid herself of it in the first two months of its 
inception. 

As demonstrated in this story, the decision was almost entirely up to the 
woman, Virginia. She and her husband had been childless for four years. One 
day she is attacked and raped by a gang of toughs who are sought by the 
police. One of them, the one she hopes is the father of her child, simply 
does not belong with the rest. At the end of the horrific day she tries to 
protect this boy from the police and later from her husband. She is 
successful. Then, when her memory is blurring, when she no longer dreads 
each day, she discovers she is pregnant. 

Virginia knows immediately that she will keep the child. It is hers. For her 
it is as simple as that. Not so for her husband because there is no doubt in 
his mind that the child is not his. 

Her problem is compounded. She has to decide whether to run the risk of 
losing her husband's affection and if she does this will her having a child 
compensate her for that loss? She takes a gamble and it pays off. 

The author has stated his position on the subject: all laws, whether good or 
bad, eventually are in conflict with the individual. The same individual 
must work within the law, yet must somehow satisfy their own beliefs, 
religious ones, when the two are in conflict. 

The central character in this story, Virginia Scholling, does just that. Her 
solution might not work-probably would not work-for many others. Her 
solution is based on her beliefs and her immediate situation. If she had had 
other children it might have been different. But, the important thing is-it 
was her decision. 

She could have made the other decision because the laws of the state where 
she resided had been changed only the year previously. It would have been 
simple. But, what about the millions of other women in other states of the 
Union who will find themselves in similar circumstances? They will have no 
choice in the matter. That should not be. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 Prologue 

Mrs. Peter Scholling-Virginia-wife of the minister, lay in her bed in the 
hospital room that was filled with flowers. She looked at all the lovely 
bouquets that had been sent to her from so many well wishers and fought back 
the tears that stingingly blinded her eyes. 

Her glance traveled to her favorite bunch of flowers, twelve red roses, long 
stemmed, bearing a card that was signed simply BeeBee. 

Then the door opened and a nurse, all smiles and goodness, her uniform 
crackling with starch, came into the room with a bundle of soft blue blanket 
in her arms. 

"Mrs. Scholling, here is your fine son. He is a beautiful boy. Beautiful." 
She laid the precious bundle carefully in Virginia's outstretched arms. 
"Such a lovely picture you make! I never tire of it, a mother and her child. 
If you want anything don't hesitate to buzz." She left the room, casting a 
genuine smile at Virginia before she disappeared through the door. 

Virginia looked at her baby with the utmost care. She loved him immediately. 
He was all red and wrinkled and soft and sleeping. She snuggled him close to 
her milk-filled breasts and studied him carefully. 

Even though she wouldn't admit it to herself, she was looking for any sign 
of a drooping eye, or idiocy or...what? she asked herself. Nothing. It 
couldn't possibly matter. He was hers, she had carried him in her womb, 
carefully, under the constant strain of emotional upset. But he was here 
now, he was hers, and she could only hope and pray that he would be accepted 
by her husband, Peter. 

As though on cue Peter stepped through the door. He stopped just inside, all 
six feet, two inches of him, and looked toward the bed. Slowly a smile 
spread across his handsome face and he moved swiftly to the bed, leaned his 
blond head down to her face, and kissed her tenderly. He took her hand in 
his and sat on the bed. 

"So this is our son!" he exclaimed, holding up the corner of the blanket. 
Virginia burst into tears. 

Peter cradled her in his arms, the baby too, and said, "Virginia, don't let 
our son see you crying. Not on his first day on earth. That's no way for a 
mother to act." 

Virginia wiped the tears from her eyes with a tissue Peter furnished her. 
"Oh, Peter, I've been so worried...I should have trusted you and your 
goodness. Forgive me." 

"There is nothing to forgive you for, my wife. It is I who must ask 
forgiveness. Perhaps I can atone for my past sins by being a good father. 
He's a fine boy," Peter told her, looking into her eyes. 

"Oh, Peter, pray for us. I do so love you." She gripped his strong hand 
tightly in hers. 

Peter didn't stay long. He had other patients to visit. But his visit had 
been long enough to bring the relief she needed. She could never have asked 
more from him than that he accept her son as his own. He had wanted her to 
have an abortion when he had first learned of her pregnancy. She had 
refused. She had stubbornly clung to and protected the life inside her, the 
baby that now slept peacefully in her arms. 

And she had held onto Peter, too-she knew now. She had protected Billy Boy, 
had found him a job in the community and happily saw him dating Pam and the 
two of them undoubtedly heading for the altar. And she had faced the 
community, had indeed held her head high and stared down the insulting 
glances of the matrons of the church. 

She spoke to her son. "I did it all for you, my son. I did it for myself, 
too. I had to. I have given you life in more ways than one, angel. Thank you 
for being here." She hugged the tiny life close to her breasts and couldn't 
help but cry. Soon she slept, her mind and thoughts drifting back to a day 
nine months previously, a hot day that had started in her garden. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Virginia was sitting on her haunches, rosebush spade in hand, sweating. She 
had been perspiring freely for the past half hour so that her thin dress 
clung to her hips in a maddeningly sensuous way. She idly pulled the 
material away from her thighs and went back to her digging. 

"I don't understand," she complained to herself. She was, as far as she 
knew, alone in the privacy of her garden. What she had reference to not 
understanding was the affect the garden spade had on her. She loved the feel 
of it. The wooden handle was hard and cool to the touch. She held the small 
tool in front of her and spoke to it. 

"You cause me trouble, you know. I look forward to holding you in my hand 
every day and making you do what I want you to." She giggled at her own 
foolishness and thought to herself that she might be losing her mind. "Not 
many people would talk to you," she laughed, looking at the spade before 
shoving it back into the soft earth. 

Her mind was playing tricks on her. She felt for some reason that she was 
not alone, that there were people watching her. "Ridiculous idea," she said 
aloud, but she could not shake the feeling. She made herself check over 
mentally the preparations she had made for the two lovely girls who were 
coming to tea that afternoon. Satisfied that everything was in order in that 
direction, she thought about Peter, her husband. 

She spent a lot of time thinking about Peter. He was gone a great deal of 
the time, unusual for a minister, leaving Virginia to her own doing. Mainly 
she tended her rose garden and dreamed of having children. She knew that 
Peter wanted children too, but neither of them would consult a doctor and 
find out why they had not had any. She knew almost certainly that it was her 
fault, not his. But there was a corner of her mind that denied this to her 
even as she thought it. It had occurred to her often enough that he had the 
same fear-that he was sterile and in some way lacking in his manhood-but she 
had never spoken to him about it. 

There were a great many things she had never spoken to Peter about, now that 
she thought about it. "I don't even know if I love him," she said aloud, 
then checked herself for voicing such a terrible thought. 

They had grown up as neighbors. Peter had gone into the ministry and 
Virginia had virtually been saved for him by her parents and his. They had 
gotten married as a matter of course when he'd completed his schooling and 
after a short honeymoon had settled into this small town that served a 
largely farm community. Both their parents were satisfied with their 
throwing the two of them together and their only disappointment coincided 
with Virginia's. After four years of marriage she was still childless. 

She had the eerie feeling again that she was not alone. "I am losing my 
mind," she spoke softly, then stood up. She pulled her clinging dress away 
from her body and blew down the front of it, the cool air giving relief to 
her hot breasts which strained against the light material. 

"And I'm getting fat," she said as she headed for the coolness of the house. 

Virginia was about five yards from the door when she saw something move 
behind a bush. 

She stopped, startled, and listened intently. She was sure she heard a twig 
snap, but she dared not look around. Silly, she thought, that she should be 
afraid or have a premonition of danger in the broad daylight, the sun 
shining brightly and the thermometer standing at 85 degrees. She took a 
couple of steps in the direction of the door before she saw him. He stepped 
out from behind the bush and looked at her, causing her to freeze in terror 
in her tracks. 

"You 'lone, lady?" he drawled, thumbs hooked into the pockets of his dirty 
jeans. 

Virginia couldn't answer. She realized that others were approaching her from 
behind, how many she had no idea. His eyes made her suddenly aware of her 
flimsy dress and the way her breasts strained against the top of it, and the 
full curves of her hips tightly encased in the light summer material. She 
put her hand to her throat and tried to answer, her mind racing for words 
that would cause him to take flight, but nothing came out. 

"Yeah, you're alone. Come on, boys," he said, then moved toward the door of 
the house, turning his back on Virginia. 

She thought she would faint. She couldn't move. Someone took her arms and 
she was aware that two people had her firmly in their grip. They marched her 
up the three steps to her own house and pushed her gently through the door 
the fir A boy was holding open. 

Just being in familiar surroundings gave Virginia some courage. "What do you 
want? And who are you?" she demanded and tried to struggle free. 

"I'm Leon, sorta the leader of this pack of wolves," the first one chuckled 
and grinned lewdly at her. His right eyelid hung down over his eye, giving 
it an evil squint. There was a small scar that started just under his 
eyebrow and ran up toward his forehead. He was a near yellow with kinky hair 
and big lips. Virginia guessed he was effecting what was known as "natural 
hair" since his head looked like a bush rather than a head of hair. 

"And," he continued, "that Pico," he smiled, indicating to Virginia another 
boy whose hair was full of grease and pasted down to his head. Her eyes 
moved over him, fully. He had on trousers that outlined his sex clearly. 
Virginia tore her eyes away from him, her face flushed and hot. 

"She like me. You see that, huh? She look right at my pico. Man, Leon, you 
pick a good fuck. Yeah, man, let's get on that now." He ran his tongue over 
his lips and his eyes rubbered over Virginia. He made a move in her 
direction. 

Virginia drew back in horror, folding her arms concealingly over her breasts 
as she did so. She didn't know what to do. They had surrounded her in her 
own home and she had no doubt as to their intentions. They were mere boys, 
she told herself hopefully, maybe... 

"Das Whitey, or James," Leon said, indicating a large boy with a stupid look 
on his face, interrupting her thoughts. 

Virginia looked at James. Stupid was the first word that occurred to her. He 
seemed to be slobbering. Probably an idiot, she thought, and her body was 
suddenly cold and her flesh full of goose bumps. 

"Some chick, Leon," James said, drooling. Virginia turned away in disgust 
and fear. 

"And dat, lady, dat Billy Boy. We think he a Honkie, but say no. He a good 
Honkie, but a Honkie," he laughed, then punched Billy Boy on the shoulder. 

Of the four of them, Virginia knew that the last one, Billy Boy, would be 
her only salvation. He had soft brown eyes, like her own, and she knew that 
he would have some compassion. His complexion was somewhere between cream 
and white and he had a loose control of himself that she liked. He tried to 
smile at her but couldn't quite manage. "Hello, ma'am," he said. 

"Hear that, lady. He even talk like a Honkie. Sure enough." Leon said, 
giving the boy a push away from him. 

"Sure a hot day. Got any beer, lady?" Leon wanted to know, leering at her, 
his one drooping eye giving him a crazy look. 

Virginia took a deep breath and spoke to Leon. She prayed that her voice 
would not tremble and betray her absolute fear. "You are in the home of a 
minister. We do not drink beer. I want you to state your business and then 
leave." Suddenly she was trembling all over. She knew before she had 
finished speaking that they weren't going to leave. Three of them laughed at 
her. Billy Boy didn't. He stood quietly, his head lowered, not looking at 
her. 

"Hey, man," Pico said to Leon, "I make a quick dash to the wheels and bring 
it in, O.K.? Man, I have a thirst." He started toward the door. 

"Wait a fucking minute," Leon spoke sharply. "We gotta see what's here, man. 
Gotta make sure this lady wanta put us up for a couple of hours." He turned 
to Virginia, frightening her all over again with his weird eye. "You lone 
here, lady?" 

Virginia was not in the habit of lying. She couldn't for the life of her 
think of anything but the truth anyway. She swore for not being able to get 
control of herself and get rid of these four boys; she seemed to be 
paralyzed with fear. "Yes," was all she could think of to say. 

"Das good. Wanna take us on a little tour of the manse, lady?" Leon asked, 
taking her arm. 

Virginia tried frantically to withdraw her arm from his grip, hut it was 
hopeless. He dug his fingers cruelly into her flesh and moved her forward 
through the dining room to the living room. They stopped, the three other 
boys behind them, and Leon surveyed the room. 

"Pico, close those blinds. Don't get in front of the window, prick," he said 
smoothly, laughing shortly at the stupidity of the boy Pico. 

"Man, don't talk to me like that. I ain't gonna show this fucking 
neighborhood what they missing by not having me around for stud. You 
always..." Pico replied, closing the heavy drapes. It occurred to Virginia 
that he didn't seem to be in the least offended by what Leon said to him. 

"Shut the fuck up!" Leon told him. Then to Virginia, "Let's see what you got 
in the way of hick pads-beds-lady." He guided Virginia up the carpeted 
stairway. 

Virginia dug her heels into the carpet at the head of the stairs. She 
couldn't bring herself to open the door of the bedroom she shared with 
Peter. Somehow it seemed a desecration of everything about their marriage. 
Leon laughed cruelly at her hesitation and flung open the door. 

Leon whistled low and long as he looked about the room. Virginia felt a hand 
enclose the soft fullness of her buttocks and struck out at it frantically. 
Leon laughed. "James boy, you keep yore hand off that ass 'til I tell you. 
Dat'll be after I finish with it. Lady, you got a whole acre of bed for 
fucking, dere. We make use of dat, later." He winked at her with his good 
eye. Virginia tried to pull her arm away from his grasp, but it was just as 
hopeless as it had been before. She wanted to cry but strangely there were 
no tears and her eyes scraped against the dry sand beneath her eyelids. 

Leon guided her out of that bedroom and opened the door to the bathroom. 
"Purty," was his only comment before pushing her ahead of him to the next 
door. He opened the door to the guest room and peered in. "'Nother purty 
good fuck room, men," he chuckled then pushed her back toward the stairs. 

Once in the living room Leon permitted Pico to go to the car for beer. 
Virginia made a mental note of the fact that he went out the back door, 
meaning to her that the car must be parked somewhere in the alley. That 
meant that it would never be seen by any police car that might be cruising 
by. Not that many ever did, but she felt sure they were being sought by the 
police. She decided to find out. She jerked her arm forcefully away from 
Leon and stumbled backward because he had let her go. James caught her. 

She felt herself enveloped in his powerful arms, the throbbing hardness 
beneath his trousers pressing against the soft yet firm mounds of her 
buttocks. She thought she would be sick. He slobbered against her neck, 
pressing his fat lips against her flesh. She struggled to release herself. 
"Knock off, man!" Leon allowed. James immediately stopped. Virginia moved 
away from him and collapsed into a chair. She put her hands in her face and 
would have cried except for Leon. He sat himself down on the edge of her 
chair and ran his hand over her hair. "Soft," he whispered. 

Virginia moved her head away from his comforting hand. "Please. Go away. 
Take whatever you want and leave. I'll never tell anyone you were here. 
Never. I promise," she said, trying to look the droopy-eyed Leon in the 
face. 

"Aw, lady, we cain't. Naw. Law after our asses. Sure 'nough. They ain't 
gonna find us here, now, is they? We good, good boys, just gon' a little 
stray of de pigs. They a gruntin' and a searchin' and they ain't gonna never 
look here. Not for a long while. You gonna get to like us, you'll see. You 
quite a woman, you is. Yesssiiir," he told her, then tried to put his hand 
down the front of her dress. 

Virginia lashed out at him with her fingernails. She managed to scratch hard 
enough to draw blood on his arm, just below the elbow. He acted as though he 
didn't even notice. He got up from the chair, walked over to the near white 
drapes and casually wiped off the blood. He then turned and looked at her. 

"You hungry for prick, lady. What your name? Huh? What that minister man who 
don't fuck you 'nough call you?" he teased. Virginia ignored him. "ANSWER, 
GODDAMMIT!" he bellowed, striding across the room and jerking her head back 
by the hair. 

"Virginia," she whispered, looking at him as though he were dirt, 
"Virginia," she repeated. 

"How long 'go you quit living up to dat name, VIR...GIN...YA?" He laughed. 

"I...you're mistaken...we are a Christian household...we...please!" Virginia 
managed before she broke into tears. 

"Lady Virgin, you may be just dat, but you don't wear no bra. None. Now I 
knowed a few virgins in my life and they all wear bras. Yeah. Dey ain't even 
married to ministers of de gospel. You? Huh, Lady Virgin? Why ain't you got 
them nice tits hung up in one of dem contraptions? Huh? You married to a 
minister, too? You puttin' me on, lady." He stood before her, mocking 
everything she stood for. 

Virginia swore at herself for not putting on a bra this morning of all 
mornings. It had been her decision at breakfast that she would not wear one. 
Peter had informed her that he would in all probability be gone for the 
whole night since he was driving to the next town to meet with the bishop. 
It had been so hot and muggy and she wanted to feel absolutely free while 
working in the garden, so she decided to be daring and not wear a bra since 
no one would be seeing her until after lunch. Why? she asked herself, of all 
days today? 

Virginia didn't bother to answer Leon. Pico had returned with the beer, two 
cases of it. He stood in the living room door, looking from one to the 
other, at Billy Boy lying on the floor, at James breathing through his nose 
with his eyes glued to Virginia and at Leon standing above her. 

"You ain't already fucked her, have you, Leon?" he wanted to know in a 
bleating voice. 

"No, you muther. Get dat fucking beer open. We all thirsty. You want a beer, 
VIR...GIN?" He howled. "I asked you a question, bitch!" he bellowed, pulling 
her head back by the hair. 

"Yes, thank you, I shall," Virginia replied, smiling up at him. Just as she 
hoped it would, her acceptance was more disconcerting to him than her 
refusal. He hesitated and looked shrewdly at her, seeming to her to focus 
her into his mentality with his drooping eye. 

"Give da lady a beer, Pico," he ordered finally, then walked away from her 
and seated himself on the couch. 

"Sure, Virginia," Pico said, coming to her side with a frosty can of beer, 
pronouncing her name as one says virgin in Spanish. "You drink. Good. Muy 
bien," he said, then grabbed her large breasts in his hand. 

Virginia smashed his face with the can of beer. It sloshed out of the 
opening and ran down his cheek. Leon sprang off the couch like a wildcat and 
in what seemed to Virginia to be one lightning movement, slammed his fist 
into Pico's face. He sprawled back onto the floor, his tight trousers 
revealing that he had a partial erection. Virginia turned her eyes away from 
him in horror. She was angry with herself for noticing such a thing. 

"You muther fucker, I told you ain't nobody gonna touch her 'til I had my 
fill. I stomp de shit out your ugly face you even look like you gonna touch 
'er gin." Leon told the supine Pico. "You understand dat American jazz?" 
he-demanded of Pico, his foot lifted above his face ready to make good his 
recent promise. 

"Oh, man, I jest couldn't resist just a touch, man. I ain't had any for two 
days, not since Sunnydale and..." he whined, moving his face away from 
Leon's threatening boot. 

"Shut yore fuckin' face, man, you tell everything. Git up!" he ordered Pico. 
"You all understand dis. Now! I gonna be first as always. I find her, I fuck 
her. Den, after me, well...we'll see." He looked at each one of them, 
reassuring himself of his leadership, then walked like a strutting peacock 
to the couch and sat down facing them. 

Virginia looked frantically around the room for a weapon or some way of 
escape and then slowly realized that her situation was virtually hopeless. 
Oh God! her mind screamed, there has to be some way! She cowered helplessly 
against the seat of the chair struggling to think of something that would 
offer even the slightest chance to her. If. . . if, she thought, I could 
split them up. . . if I can make them fight each other...perhaps I could get 
away. 

She had already noticed the antagonism between the leader, Leon, and the 
other one, Pico. 

"Is he always first?" she asked Pico tauntingiy- 

The boy smoothed his long greasy hair back with a dirty hand and reached 
down and scratched nervously between his thighs before he answered, 
"Depends. Thees time he found you. El tiene...he is right. He gotta go 
first." 

"Porqiie?" Virginia asked. 

"Hot damn, she speak Spanish," Pico yelled, smiling broadly and revealing 
almost perfect white teeth. "Mire, Amada..." 

"Pico, I have to tell you once more to shut your fuckin' face, I gonna shut 
it for you. You wanna talk, you talk American, unnerstan'? " Leon said, 
taking a deep drink of his beer. He crushed the can in his hand and threw it 
to Pico. "Bring me another." 

"Porque tiene que sirvirle?" ("Why do you serve him?") Virginia asked, 
hoping to cause a fight if it would take their minds off her long enough to 
permit her escape. Just as she had expected he would, Pico started to answer 
her in Spanish, a normal reaction for anyone whose English was as bad as 
his. 

Leon was on his feet before Pico had said two words. 

"Okay, okay, so I forget," Pico said, backing away from Leon. "She onlv sav 
I cute. You know?" He flashed a big smile at Leon, who spoke no Spanish. 

"Menguado!" Virginia threw at Pico, calling him a coward and using a 
distasteful word at that. 

The effect on Pico was amazing. "Callese, Perra!" he managed to yell at her 
before Leon's fist connected with his month. 

Virginia had forgotten about the other two. When Pico returned the blow, she 
sprang from her chair and leaped for the door. Suddenly she hit the floor 
with a jarring crash under what seemed to her a ton of weight. James lay on 
top of her, his hard ridge of flesh between his legs pressed into her 
crotch, his slobbering mouth searching for hers. Virginia screamed, breaking 
up the fight she had started between Leon and Pico. 

Leon kicked the bull-like lames in the side. He expelled his dirty breath 
over Virginia's face, then rolled off her. "She was trying to get away, 
Leon," he blubbered, holding his ribs where Leon had kicked him, "Yeah. So 
you gonna fuck her while she move toward de door, huh? Git up, Whitey, just 
to yore knees. You gonna crawl back to yore coiner." Leon said in a cold 
voice. 

James did as he was ordered. He got to all tours and crawled away from Leon. 
"Hee...bee...hee..." Pico laughed. "You a dog man." he said as Virginia was 
getting up from the pool with the help of Leon. She marveled that that idiot 
Pico should be laughing at James. 

"Okay, VIP,...GIN lady, you try that once more, you finish. Take dat dress 
off. We see how much a woman you are, bitch," Leon growled, dropping his 
hand from her arm. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Virginia couldn't do it. She made a dash for the door leading into the hack 
part of the house. There was a phone there and if she could just get the 
operator, perhaps someone could save her. She realized that the moment of 
truth had arrived. All her defenses were gone. She had only taken a couple 
of steps before Leon stopped her. 

"VIR...GIN, you gonna take dat dress off or you wanna me to take it off for 
ya? Huh?" he asked, leering at her with his drooping eve. Since she did not 
respond, he continued, "I like dis dress, babe, real nice." He ran his hand 
down her back and over her quivering buttocks. 

"Look, boys," Virginia said, in a last desperate hope, "you've had your fun, 
now it's time to stop before someone gets hurt. I won't even 

Loon was standing alongside her, his mouth slightly open, his natural hair 
sprouting from his head in the form of a bush. He had his eyes glued to her 
large breasts. She looked at the dog-like James who was still on all fours 
in the corner. He looked even more like a dog. He was drooling at the mouth 
and his eyes were glued to the totality of her. He seemed to be panting. She 
knew before she looked what she would see when she looked at Pico. He 
reminded her of a rooster. He stood on tip-toe, somehow caught in the act of 
rocking on his feet and having stopped off balance, rapidly blinking his 
eyes and letting his hungry gaze travel over her body again and again. She 
realized the effect she had on him because of the long ridge of flesh that 
visibly strained against the cloth of his trousers. Finally, she turned her 
gaze to Billy Boy. He was looking at her from half closed eyes, seemingly 
fearful that he would be caught in the act of peeping on a nude lady. 

The labored breathing from the four boys was the only sound in the room. 
Virginia studied each of them closely, trying to find an ally among them. 
She thought that her only hope would be Bills Boy. He had hardly spoken 
during the last hall-hour and he had seemed shy and somehow protective of 
her. James she gave up as a lost cause. She figured him for a near idiot. He 
hadn't come up with an intelligent statement since he had entered the house. 
She felt that he might have confused his identity with that of a dog. He 
certainly seemed to lie acting like it. 

Virginia knew that if she was smart and shrewd, she would be able to pit 
Pico against Leon. How, she didn't know, but she promised herself that she 
would find a way. 

She looked sideways at Leon and wondered what his breaking point was. She 
certainly hadn't seen it demonstrated thus far and thought that perhaps he 
didn't have one. "But all men do." she told herself without realizing that 
she had spoken aloud. 

"What you done say to me?" Leon asked, almost softly. 

"Nothing." Virginia said, startled that she had spoken aloud. 

"You a little plump, but you nice, VIR...GIN lady," he told her, moving in 
close to her and taking her breast in his large hand. 

Virginia slapped it away. He laughed. "Okay, have it your way. I gonna have 
another beer first anyways. You just stand dere so's I can look at you 
while's I have my beer. You want another?" 

Virginia didn't bother to answer. She heard him snap his fingers and saw 
Pico somewhat in a blur as he clashed by. Seconds later she heard the sound 
of a flip-top can being opened and felt the coldness of it being pressed 
into her breast. Pico was forcing a can of beer against her hand. She took 
it and said in Spanish, "Mu-chias gracias, cobarde." 

"You no call me that, lady," he flared, then turned to Leon and said, "She 
call me coward. Bitch! Perra in Spanish, lady." He looked at the laughing 
Leon pleadingly, then "Please, let me fuck her. I show her who ain't no 
coward. Please, Leon." He rubbed his long, hard penis with his hand and 
seemed to quiver in pain. 

"Mebbe you is...and mebbe you ain't. Fuckin' her first ain't gonna prove it 
one way or the other. I'm the...how you call me in Spanish, man?" Leon 
retorted in a slow, drawling voice. 

"Jefe. Je...fe. Hef...fee, that is what I call you 'cause you the leader," 
Pico told him, continuing to rub his cock. 

"Maybe you should call him patron," co-barde," Virginia put in. 

Pico's face became white with anger. He opened his mouth and emitted a long 
wail of a scream as much at Leon's laughter as at what Virginia had said. He 
reached into his pocket and withdrew a switchblade knife. He held it up and 
shot the skinny blade from it. He held the knife before her face and said in 
a hissing voice, "One more time that word, I carve your face! Pico is no 
cobarde! Never!" 

Virginia was on the point of fainting. But she didn't feel as though she 
could relent now. She clenched her fist alongside her nude body and 
said,"You are very brave, hombre, so much so in fact that you would attack a 
defenseless woman. Muy macho," she finished with disgust. 

"Put dat fuckin' knife away. Dere any cuttin', I's gonna do it. Is about 
ready to cut into dat soft little cunt with my own tool," Leon said, 
stepping in front of Virginia. "You ready to get fucked?" he asked her 
softly. 

Virginia didn't answer. Her terror seemed to have frozen her vocal cords. 
She stood numbly in front of him, her mind racing, trying to figure out 
something to stop the mad scene altogether -if not that, to at least slow it 
down. "I...it's that time of the month," she whispered, a natural blush 
coming to her cheeks just by saying any such thing to a male. 

"Shee...it, VIR...GIN, you 'spect me believe dat? You ain't even wearin' de 
rag," he laughed, then hooked his finger into the lips of her vagina. 

Virginia screamed. If she had thought the whole thing was some kind of play 
acting up to now, his fingers violating her in a way her husband had never 
thought of doing shattered all her dreams. She slapped his face soundly. 

Leon was furious. He drew back his hand to hit her, but stopped. The 
telephone ringing broke through Virginia's scream and suspended his actions. 
His drooping eye almost closed. He stood for a moment, his arm drawn back, 
then slowly lowered it. His one good eye pinned hers and he spoke, "You 
gonna answer that phone, lady. Gimme dat knife," he spoke over his shoulder 
to Pico. He caught the thrown knife without difficulty and caused the blade 
to spring out. He moved the edge of it to her cheek and forced her left arm 
behind her back. He moved her to the telephone. 

"Now, lady, you just say hello real normal like and your face'll stay as 
pretty as ever." He spoke into her ear in a controlled voice. 

Virginia picked up the phone and put the receiver to her ear. She felt like 
fainting. 

"Mrs. Scholling?" a young, feminine voice asked, then without waiting for an 
answer, "I want to tell you that Pam and I may be a little late. Not more 
than thirty minutes. Is that all right? Mother wants me to run an errand for 
her downtown and we've just started dressing. We won't be later than two, 
though, Mrs. Scholling." 

"Mary," Virginia blurted into the phone. She felt the sharp point of the 
knife prick her skin. She recovered rapidly. 

"Are you all right, Mrs. Scholling?" the voice asked. 

"Yes. Yes, of course. Be as late as you like. Perhaps another day..." she 
started when the phone was jerked out of her hand. 

Virginia felt herself picked up from behind after a hand had been placed 
over her mouth. She stopped struggling and let Pico rest his hard, hot sex 
against her backside. She had to hear what Leon was saying into the phone. 

"Hello, this is Tom, Mary," Leon said into the phone. "No, we haven't met. 
I'm Mrs. Scholling's nephew. I think I'll wait until you get here before I 
leave. I'd like to meet you. I think auntie would like me to, also." He 
stopped talking and listened. Virginia could hear the girlish laugh come out 
of the phone. "Whose coming with you? Oh, yes, Pam. Yes, auntie mentioned 
your names but I had forgotten. Don't be late, now. Bye," he said, then hung 
up the phone. He turned to Virginia with a sickening grin on his face. 

"So much for the language barrier," he said, dropping his dialect. "We 
better get on with that fuck. I'll want to rest a little before they get 
here." He laughed brutally. "Guess who's coming to tea?" he asked the boys. 

"A couple of chicks," he said without waiting for an answer. "Stop me, 
Auntie if I have their names wrong. Mary and Pam. We're all gonna get enough 
fuckin' to last for a while," he gloated. "They'll be here about two. Maybe 
two-fifteen. They liked my voice, so they may even be early. Get her on the 
floor!" he ordered Pico. 

Virginia was thinking entirely of the girls. It was bad enough what she was 
going through, but she felt that she could stand it. She would never be able 
to bear seeing those two nice girls treated in a like manner. She felt that 
her whole world was caving in on her. She didn't resist at all as Pico bent 
her back and made her lie on the floor. 

She looked at Leon undressing. "Please, Leon, don't hurt the girls. It'll be 
my fault, don't you see? Please," she begged. A tear slipped down her cheek. 

Leon had taken off his dirty shirt. He had broad shoulders and large muscled 
arms. He tore at his belt, then unzipped his trousers and removed them. He 
removed his underpants and stood above her, his thick, swollen penis 
dangling. "You be a good fuck, I see what's I can do." He eased down on top 
of her and forced his mouth onto hers. 

The heat of his lips seared Virginia's. She was hardly conscious of what was 
happening to her. Her thoughts still whirled frantically on the girls and 
some way to warn them. He forced his large probing tongue inside her mouth 
and down into her throat. She tried to move her head away but her sapped 
strength was no match for his. He slid his tongue in and out of her mouth 
and down far into her throat. 

"You like that, bitch?" he asked, drawing his mouth away from hers. She 
didn't answer. She was crying and the tears continued to run down her 
cheeks. 

Leon moved his hungry searching mouth to her breasts. He covered one large 
nipple with his lips then slowly moved his tongue around it. He sucked the 
whole thing into his mouth and then forced his jaws together. 

"Oh...Ahh," Virginia moaned, somehow liking the sensation and being 
disgusted by it at the same time. 

"Ahhh, AAHHH," she moaned as he moved his hot mouth to her other breast and 
sucked and bit at it. 

Her nipples hardened immediately. She felt as though they were on fire. From 
somewhere deep inside her a flame flickered...started 

. . slowly...and tried to break out of her bodv through her nipples. She 
cried out and Moved her head from side to side and his hungry hot mouth kept 
up its relentless sucking and biting and tonguing of her breasts. 

Virginia wanted to grab his head and force it down fully on her ample 
breasts, she suddenly realized in shamed horror. Somehow her whole system 
seemed out of focus. Her husband had never treated her in such a manner, had 
never excited her before having intercourse. Certainly not in the middle of 
the day with three people looking on. Pico stood above the two of them, his 
grin lascivious and wicked. He had his long, throbbing penis out of his 
trousers and he was running his hands up and down the length of it. 

Virginia felt the heat rising and licking at her breasts. She was shamed and 
outraged that her nipples were hard and eager for his hot mouth. She opened 
her eyes and saw his bushy head moving down her body. Then she felt his 
tongue tracing the curve of her flesh right to the pit of her stomach. 
Against her will she moved her hips up to meet the heat of him. 

Leon raised his head and looked at her, arresting her gaze with his own. He 
smiled crookedly at her before returning to his business. His tongue seemed 
to be burning holes into her. She closed her eyes and tried to keep control 
of her body. 

Leon did not stop. He nibbled at the flesh of her soft, smooth stomach and 
then moved on down until his chin rested on the silken curled mound of her 
vagina. He breathed in deeply, enjoying the odor of her. Then he moved his 
mouth to the beginning of her inner thigh and worked his tongue from there 
to the pink lips of her moistening vagina. He knew that her flesh was a 
seething mass of movement. He realized also from her eager trembling that 
she had never been properly fucked. He decided to take it easy. 

"FUCK HER, MAN. FUCK HER!" Pico yelled, standing above the two of them with 
his prick in his hand. 

Leon looked up at him and said, "Git de fuck away from here. You have her 
when I through." He lowered his head and poked his red tongue against the 
pink, wet lips that seemed to be breathing a warm, scented welcome to him. 
He moved her legs apart gently with his hands and shoved the probing tip of 
his tongue tenderly into her soft pinkness of her involuntarily flowering 
slit. 

"Oh...Ooooooh," Virginia moaned under him, moving her legs further apart. 

Leon needed no further encouragement. He took her legs in his hands and 
moved them apart and up and sinking his searching lips into her eager 
warmth. He bit down hard. 

"Ahhhhh...Ah...Ooooh," Virginia moaned and whipped her body about under his 
face. 

Leon rammed his tongue all the way into the tight beckoning heat of her 
writhing body and then withdrew it, curving it upwards into the constricting 
walls of her soft, velvet opening, catching and playing with her stiff 
clitoris, causing her to move frantically as she thrust upward to meet his 
face. 

For Virginia the whole thing was maddening. Her body was betraying her. She 
had never experienced such jolting sensations of pleasure. His hot tongue 
moving in and out of her most scent place was more than she could bear. It 
took all her energy to keep command of her body. She wanted to throw her 
legs around his bushy head and draw him deep into her with his hot, probing, 
teasing tongue. She knew that she was going to reach orgasm...the first time 
in her life. Everything deep inside her was burning for release. She pitched 
and rolled under him again and again. Forcefully she stopped herself from 
wrapping her soft, white legs around him. Then just as she was on the point 
of bursting, he quit. 

"You like that, huh?" she heard him ask as her body was robbed of its 
pleasure. 

Virginia threw her arm over her eyes. All the shame of the world descended 
upon her. She began again to cry, whether from disappointment or shame she 
didn't know. But the tears seemed to wash away some of the pain. 

"Whitey, crawl over here," Leon said to the slobbering James who huddled in 
the corner. 

Virginia felt the floor move as he crawled across it. She set herself ready 
for further shame and degradation, then decided that there couldn't really 
be any more after her most recent actions and feelings. 

"You wanna eat some of dis sweet stuff, Whitey?" Leon asked, rubbing James's 
head. "Good. You got the biggest tongue, and she ready to explode. You get 
that big ol' tongue of yours right up in there. I'll be up here," he told 
him, taking her breasts in his hard hands. 

"I'm supposed to fuck her after you, Leon," Pico said pleadingly, moving 
toward them. 

"I ain't fucked her yet, you muther. Git back over there-when your time 
come, I tell you," he spat at Pico, then sank his mouth onto her breasts. 

"Aarg, arg," James breathed, then roughly tore her vagina lips apart and 
forced his tongue into the wet tightness of her. He shoved it all the way 
back, causing Virginia to rise up to meet him. He tore at her smooth, firm 
buttocks and dug his fingers into the silken cleft of her buttocks, pulling 
it roughly apart. Pain seared through her as his large finger penetrated her 
anus, stretching the rubbery tissue cruelly. 

James snaked his long tongue into her tight, trembling cunt, then brought it 
out in much the same manner that Leon had, playing with her clitoris with 
his tongue. She felt as though her anus was being ripped out of her until 
his finger had moved in and out a couple of times, then that too became 
pleasurable to her. Her breasts were burning. Her vagina had become a 
flaming volcano of desire and passion that obliterated all thoughts of 
conscience and left her only with a burning need. 

"Oooh...oh...OOOooh," Virginia groaned, gasping for air. She flung her head 
from side to side and without knowing that she was doing so her soft hands 
slipped behind Leon's neck and she forced his head down onto her breasts. 

Virginia was jolted from head to foot. Her whole body felt as though it had 
received a charge of electricity. She pressed her thighs together and held 
onto the hard tongue of James and ground down with her muscles on the 
fingers that were exploring the tightening of her rectum, drawing Leon's 
hungry mouth at the same time fully into her heaving, thrusting breasts. She 
lost all control of her body and pitched and moved violently under their hot 
mouths until wave after wave of pleasure ejected from the very center of 
her. 

She spewed out against the hot probing tongue and her legs splayed apart. He 
shoved further into her. 

"Aaiie.. . OOOooh," she moaned with the first wave of pleasure. Then 
"Uh...Uh...Ooooh," as the second took her up up and away from the world 
about her. Her whole body seemed to be concentrated at her sex. She felt her 
energy draining from her, the very essence of her being sucked burningly out 
of her by James. 

She opened her eyes and looked into the glass-like stare of Leon. "Wasn't 
bad, was it?" he asked her. 

Virginia didn't answer. She had never felt so satisfied in her life. She 
almost smiled at him. 

"That was just a preview, VIR...GIN," Leon laughed, then moved away from 
her. He sat down and ordered a beer and a cigarette from Pico. 

"Aarg...arg...arg," James sounded as he continued to lick and suck the 
wetness and heat beneath his tongue. 

"Please Leon, make him stop," she said in a faint voice, motioning with her 
eyes toward James' bobbing head. 

Leon reached out and pushed him away. Virginia looked into James' eyes then 
lowered her own in shame. 

Leon took the offered beer and cigarette from Pico and then said to 
Virginia, "You enjoyed that, huh? Ain't nothing, yet. You gotta wait until 
you feel the whole of this up that tight slit of yours, moving in and out, 
slowly, Baby, I'm gonna light your fire." He laughed shortly and rubbed the 
head of his large prick. 

"Virginia had not noticed it before, even though it was standing proudly 
straight up, topped by a huge purple head. For some reason she would have 
thought it would have been black. He wasn't but...she swore at herself for 
even thinking such thoughts. 

As though he could read her mind he laughed. "Ever see one that big?" he 
asked, not unkindly. 

Virginia didn't answer him. She turned her head away so that she would not 
have to look at him playing with himself. 

"Hey, Pico. You ain't got no manners. Bring the lady a beer," Leon ordered 
him. 

"You think I a servant?" Pico demanded, obviously remembering what Virginia 
had said to him before. 

"You wanna fuck, right? She gotta have a little fuel like the rest of us, 
you muther. Get her a beer," Leon snarled, taking a swipe at the retreating 
Pico. 

Virginia's whole being drew back from the crude language but she drank the 
beer. It tasted good. She had had beer occasionally, but she had never 
before felt the need of it. Now she did. Her Ixxly still seemed to be on 
fire and she appreciated the coolness of the beer. She took a long swallow 
and looked at Billy Boy. He was watching her intently. 

Virginia realized that her legs were spread apart. She closed them abruptly 
and her face colored. She didn't want to do anything that would make her 
look cheap in Billy Boy's eyes-she knew that she would have to depend on him 
for any help she might need. 

There didn't seem to be any place that she could look without embarrassing 
herself. She tried to smile at Billy Boy but he ignored her by looking down 
at the floor. She glanced at Leon's huge penis and for a fleeting moment 
wanted it inside her, jabbing at her most inner part. . . and then she 
damned herself for having such thoughts. 

Tears streamed down Virginia's cheeks as she thought of Peter and wondered 
what he would think of her, how he would treat her when he found out. He 
wouldn't want her. That she was positive. And she didn't blame him. 

But, she asked herself, could she have prevented this? She didn't know. She 
could have tried, she told herself. But did she want to? another small voice 
asked. Had she not enjoyed it? her conscience wanted to know. Was she not 
waiting patiently for the next round? another inner voice asked. Was she not 
damned for eternity? a deep masculine voice inquired that sounded like 
Peter. It was too much. She broke into great wracking sobs. 

"Man, look at them tits bounce!" Pico said, standing just to the right of 
Leon and yet massaging his large swollen red-tipped penis. 

"Shut the fuck up! The lady's in distress," Leon said absurdly, then moved 
himself around so that he was sitting alongside her. He put his arm across 
her back and cupped her breast in his hand. 

"GET AWAY FROM ME, PLEASE!" Virginia screamed, vainly trying to move his arm 
and hand from her. 

"Ah...don't let your thoughts get you down, VIR...GIN," Leon drawled. "A 
little fuck never did nobody no harm. No sir-I mean no ma'am. You be okay 
pretty soon. You'll see. We get going, you gonna enter a new world. Jest 
like them astronauts circling the moon, baby. Yeah." He fondled her 
quivering breasts, working the nipples gently into hardness. 

Virginia hated him. He seemed to be able to read her thoughts almost as soon 
as she had them. She continued to cry, whether from the thought of receiving 
pleasure from his hard fingers at the nipples of her large breasts, or from 
self-pity-she didn't know. Somehow it was all mixed up and confused in her 
mind But she had to admit to herself that she liked it. She wiped her eyes 
with the back ol her hand and then finished her beer. She was struck with an 
idea. 

"Excuse me," Virginia said, moving Leon's hand and arm from her. "I have to 
go to the bathroom." She stood up, as did Leon, and turned to leave the 
room. She noticed again the heavy breathing from all the boys. She stood 
still a moment letting them get a good view of her body. Her breasts were 
large and curved up and out from her body. She had always thought that her 
nipples were a little large, but apparently they didn't. She knew that she 
had put on a little weight lately, but that, she now felt, only added to her 
allure. Her stomach was soft and rounded and her hips, perhaps a bit heavy, 
were marvelously curved and feminine. She had good legs and she knew it. 
They were long and well-shaped and ended with a perfect vee of dark, silken 
pubic hair. 

Virginia purposely turned very slowly, permitting each of them to see her 
totally. She hoped to leave them in a state of trance. She walked demurely 
toward the doorway leading to the hall and the bathroom at the end of it. If 
her memory served her right, she had a bathrobe there and with any luck at 
all she could make her escape through the bathroom window. She tried not to 
hurry and did make it to the bathroom and managed to get the door locked 
before Leon came to his senses. 

She had managed to get one sleeve over her arm before she heard a banging on 
the door. 

"OPEN THIS FUCKIN' DOOR!" Leon ordered, his voice loud and tense. 

"I prefer to use the bathroom in privacy, if you don't mind," Virginia told 
him, turning on the tap water in hopes of fooling him. 

"Get yore ass outside, dere's a window! Move, Pico!" she heard Leon yell. 

Virginia was on the stool, struggling with the small window, when the whole 
room shook. She knew that Leon was trying to break the door down. She was 
crying, frantically trying to jump up and pull herself through the window. 
She managed just her breasts on the window sill when the door splintered 
behind and Pico appeared under the window with an idiot grin on his face. 

"HELP! PLEASE, HELP!" She yelled to the world at large. 

Leon grabbed her by the waist and threw her down onto the bathroom floor. 
"BITCH!" he screamed, then just as abruptly took her arm and jerked her to 
her feet. He tore her bathrobe off and shoved her through the splintered 
door into the hall. He grabbed her roughly and pushed her back against the 
wall, then flattened himself against her. He kissed her, running his tongue 
into her mouth and down into her throat, then moved his hands to her 
trembling buttocks and dug his fingers cruelly into her soft mounds. 

"You try that again and..." he said breathlessly, "and...I'll let Whitey 
fuck you. He'll tear you apart. He ain't got the control we got." He shoved 
his hard stabbing prick into her soft stomach and found her mouth with his 
again. 

Virginia was trembling all over. She could do nothing but accept his hard, 
wet tongue the first time but she hated it...she... 

But when he forced his mouth onto hers and his tongue deep into her throat 
the second time, she did not resist. She swore at herself but she liked it. 
She accepted the whole of it and kissed him back. Even the pressure of his 
fingers digging into her buttocks was somehow pleasurable. Without realizing 
what she was doing, she put her arms across his shoulders. 

Leon stopped abruptly. He moved a step backwards and looked at her with his 
evil eyes. "Fuckin' broads are all the same. You all like it." 

Virginia's face became beet red. She realized that he was telling the truth, 
probably. She did. Even though she realized that she was probably damned 
forever for her past actions, she did enjoy it. She was acutely embarrassed. 
She returned his gaze, however, and tried to smile at him. 

"You done it now, VIR...GIN," Leon told her, pressing his hard prick against 
her stomach. "I was gonna fuck you in the privacy of dat bedroom, now we's 
gonna put on a show for the boys." 

"Why do you deliberately corrupt your speech, Leon?" she asked. "You sounded 
like a different person on the phone and several times after. You..." 

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! You talk too much. You know the answer, anyway. Get your 
ass back in there," he said, clapping her on the buttocks soundly. 

All eyes turned to Virginia when she entered the room. She stood just inside 
the door, looking at them in turn, until Leon grabbed her arm and forced her 
onto the floor. He kept up the pressure until she was laying flat on her 
back in the exact center of the floor. She closed her eyes and crossed her 
legs. She felt totally lost and helpless. 

"You gonna hick her now, Leon? We all want a turn. You been taking a long 
time," Pico complained, his prick in his hand again. 

"Yeah, man, I's gonna fuck her now. You git over dere and watch and I don't 
wanna hear a fuckin' sound outta ya. Comprende?" I.eon wanted to know of 
Pico. 

Virginia couldn't miss the chance. The one word of Spanish from Leon had 
re-kindled an idea somewhere in the back of her mind-the pitting of the two 
of them against the other. "Yes. Go, Cobarde," she said to Pico, "Just do as 
he tells you, Cobarde!" She flung the last word at him as though she were 
spitting rather than speaking. 

Pico's reaction was immediate. He flew into a rage. "PUTA! WHORK! BIN :i I! 
No one calls Pico a coward! No one. Leon, I will kill her if she say that 
again! Pico is no coward. No, Puta. He is not." He screamed, losing total 
control of himself. 

"You dumb muther," Leon spat at him. "She only try to make you go against 
the Jefe. Yeah. Dat what she try. While I fuck her, you man 'nough to 
prevent her talkin?" Leon smiled wickedly at Pico. 

"Yeah, Man, I do that!" he said, taking off his clothes with lightning 
speed. 

Leon turned his attention from Pico and spoke to Billy Boy. "You want in on 
this first round, BeeBee!" 

Billy lowered his head and spoke to the floor. "No. Don't let him do that, 
Leon. Don't." 

"Aah, what de fuck you talk about, huh? She like it at de start. You know 
that, BeeBee." Leon said. 

Billy Boy did not answer. He simply looked at the floor. She could imagine 
his soft eyes, brown like hers, filled with despair. She imagined that she 
could guess his thoughts, that he was ashamed that he had had any part in 
bringing the whole thing about. 

Leon was not so troubled. "Hey, Whitey," he called to James, "Crawl over 
here, boy, this stuff is lickin' good. Come on, boy," he coaxed as James 
started crawling toward her. He was still slobbering. It occurred numbly to 
Virginia that he seemed to be part dog. He certainly acted like it. 

"Don't you two muthers forgit who is de Jefe, now," Leon laughed as he fixed 
Virginia with his drooping eye. 

Leon got onto his knees and put his hands on Virginia's long white legs just 
at the thigh. He moved his hand into her crotch and with his fingers traced 
the completeness of her pink, soft vaginal lips. "Man, dat's nice." he said, 
then aa leaned over and kissed her breasts, first one then the other. 

Tears were streaming down Virginia's cheeks again. She hated herself for 
liking the treatment that she was getting from the savage Leon. She knew 
that she could resist and then she would later be able to rely on that as a 
source of strength when she offered up her prayers for forgiveness. But she 
didn't feel up to it. No matter how much she resisted and fought, she would 
lose in the end. She could not have imagined a more hopeless situation if 
she had tried. She simply as she was, inert, hoping that she would not react 
to them. 

"Hand me dat pillow, dere." Leon indicated a pink satin pillow that was on 
the couch. Pico, now completely nude, his long prick standing straight out 
from his body, jumped at Leon's command. Fie stood above Leon holding out 
the pillow. 

"Man, all yore blood gonna run to de head of yore prick, you gonna pass 
out," Leon laughed, taking the pillow from Pico. 

"Yeah, Man, let's get goin'. I'm hurtin', that for sure." Pico replied, 
doing a little dance. 

"We's gonna start right now. She ready," Leon said. He lifted her white 
cheeks and shoved the pillow under her. He then got onto his knees again and 
spread her legs. 

He took James by the back of the head and said, "Stick out dat tongue, 
Whitey." 

Virginia thought she would vomit. She looked at the pathetic James who was 
on his knees between her legs with his tongue hanging out. She wanted to 
scream. Leon turned and fixed her with his lewd eye and winked at her. She 
closed her eyes and tears popped out from under her eyelids. 

"Dere, Man," Leon said, moving James' head so that his mouth was against the 
soft pinkness of her cuntal lips. "Jest lick a little, like a little puppy. 
Dat right," he pushed his head down a little. 

Virginia felt the hot wetness on her cunt and she shivered all over. She 
heard Leon laugh but she did not open her eyes to see what was happening to 
her. Leon closed his mouth over her breasts and tore viciously at her 
nipple! She tried to move away from him so he relented. He took her nipple 
gently in his mouth and moved his hand under her large breast and sucked and 
stroked its largeness with his tongue until it was fully hard and heated. 

Virginia's breath was becoming labored. Try as she might she could hot seem 
to control her body. It betrayed her. She didn't want to respond to them. 
But she did. She knew that Leon was pushing and pulling on the back of 
James' head as he licked away at her soft cunt lips, causing a sensation 
there that was driving her crazy. Leon had clamped his mouth onto her other 
breast and was sucking and tonguing her into never before known sensations. 
He kept up a constant massaging of her other nipple with his free hand, 
pulling hard on it with his fingers. 

Virginia felt the large tongue of James penetrate her soft moistened 
opening, driving with brutal force all the way into her. He gnawed at her 
soft cuntal lips each time he rammed his tongue into her, and without 
knowing that she was doing so, she rose up to meet his every thrust into her 
cunt. Her breasts felt as though they were burning from Leon's caresses. She 
wanted him to bite and torture her but he did not. He kept up his gentle 
massaging, one with his tongue the other with his fingers. 

"Ooooh...Ooooh," Virginia moaned as James' hard tongue probed deep into her. 
Her whole body arched up to meet the hot wet muscle as it plunged surely 
into her tight, writhing cunt. 

"Uugh...Oh...uh, uh. Uh..." she cried as James withdrew it, pressing her 
clitoris roughly against the top wall of her vagina. 

"Now, Pico," she heard Leon say, then her lips felt the pulsating head of 
his large prick. 

She ground her teeth together, determined not to permit the vileness of him 
in her mouth. 

It was hopeless. Pico rammed his fingers inside her lips and back to the end 
of her jaws, then sprung her mouth open with ease. He rammed his hot, hard 
prick into her mouth, choking her. 

Virginia moved her head violently from side to side, but to no avail. Pico 
was determined. He rammed forcefully down her throat, splitting her jaws 
apart with his crude hardness. Suddenly the large head of his long prick was 
at the entrance of her throat, paining her terribly. Virginia hoped she 
would die. She felt as though she were suffocating. She couldn't take the 
assaults upon her body from all three places at once. 

Her vagina was burning up. James would slither his long tongue all the way 
into her, pushing the walls apart and exciting them endlessly, then 
maddeningly withdraw it, nibbling at her cuntal lips with his teeth as he 
did so. Leon sucked and bit at her breasts and the nipples felt as though 
they were bursting with hot flames. Leon moved his mouth to her stomach and 
took her flesh hotly and sucked it up and tongued it and then released it 
and started again just an inch away, massaging her nipples and squeezing her 
large trembling breasts as he did so. All the while Pico rammed his swollen 
prick, throbbing and hot and ready to explode, down deep into her throat and 
then withdrew it only to send it pummeling back all the way to the hilt. 

"Ahh...Oooooh," Virginia moaned around his plunging member, her body moving 
in agitated jerks in answer to the probing, hot tongues of Leon and James. 

Virginia's body felt as though it were somehow separated from her. She 
heaved and groaned and squirmed under their probing and sucking and biting 
until it was there for her, that glorious feeling that she had for the first 
time in her life experienced such a short time ago. Shaken with bolts of 
impassioned electricity, her moistened cunt trembled violently to the hot 
jabbing of James' big tongue and she came, exploding again and again, the 
center of her seeming to melt away from her and ripple in violent spasms all 
its own. 

She knew from the increased movement of Pico's hard long prick inside her 
throat, strangely exciting and pleasurable to her now, that he was getting 
ready to cum and as the realization made her body quiver with fear and shame 
a hot stream of fluid cascaded down her tender, ill-used throat, burning and 
searing her as it went and making her swallow to keep from choking. He 
pounded and rocked into her, smashing his groin down onto her face, pricking 
her skin with his rough and wiry pubic hairs. 

"Eego...Eiee..." Virginia heard Pico yell each time he smashed into her. 

Coming in wave after wave just as Pico was doing inside her, left Virginia 
strangely unsatisfied. The first time she had experienced orgasm, she had 
been relieved and almost exhausted. Now her energy seemed to regroup itself 
instantly and she was ready again. She moved her hips so that her vagina was 
once more flush against James' searching mouth. She ground her teeth and 
bucked and pitched up to meet him each time his tongue snaked back into her 
pink and eager warmth. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Enough, boys, enough," Leon said, breaking the spell for all three of them. 
He pulled James' head back and laughed loudly at him. "Look, Man, look at 
dog. Damn, he know how to use that tongue. Good puppy," Leon continued, 
patting him on the head. "Now, VIR...GIN, de act you been waiting for!" he 
drawled dramatically. 

Leon placed himself between her legs, his long, pole hard prick, thick and 
purple-headed, was standing straight out from his body a good foot. "You 
gonna like dis. VIR...GIN," he continued, moving her legs back and placing 
his thumbs on her throbbing pink cuntal lips and moving them apart. He 
leered over his pulsating prick and caught Virginia's stare with his own, 
his drooping eyelid causing him to have an evil appearance. He held her 
stare locked in his for what seemed like minutes, then said, without 
changing his hold on her, "You gonna feel dis all the way up to you 
beautiful white throat, baby." 

"Fuck her, Leon. Go ahead, man. We all waitin'. " Pico panted, massaging his 
long prick again. 

"Shut you fuck face, Man. You had yours," Leon told him angrily. Then, "Come 
over here, BeeBee. You ain't done nuthin' yet. Come on over and watch, Man." 

Virginia felt like screaming. Her body was ready and waiting to accept 
Leon's hot, hard prick. She didn't think that she would ever be able to 
stand having all of it crammed into her, but she knew she was powerless to 
stop her body from reaching out for him. Then, as Leon called Billy Boy the 
desire in her suddenly died. There was something about the boy's nature and 
shy glance that spoke of his innocence. She wanted to protect that. Maybe 
she could keep it from this day as a sort of memory, a good one, of this 
nightmare. 

"No, please. Go away, Billy Boy," Virginia implored. "Don't watch this. 
Please." 

"I though so." Leon said, again infuriating her because he seemed to be able 
to read her thoughts. "She plan to use you BeeBee, against all us bad old 
boys. She don't want you to watch. But you gonna. Ya hear?" 

Billy Boy nodded his head up and down, still looking at the floor but 
standing over them now. Virginia wanted to take his hand in hers and hold it 
tightly and say...what? She didn't know except that he seemed to need 
protection against the likes of Leon. Realizing that she had lost that 
battle, too, she moved her arm over her eyes so that she would not be aware 
of his watching. 

Suddenly, her thoughts erupted and exploded as she felt the hot head of 
Leon's huge pulsating cock press teasingly against the unprotected, open 
lips of her vagina. It throbbed and sent streams of heat far into her. She 
fought against her feelings, wishing that she could tear them from her. 
Suddenly Leon pushed, hard, and the head of his large prick stretched open 
her cuntal lips and slipped into her. She screamed. Pain tore through her 
whole body all the way to her heart. 

"It ain't even started yet, Baby," Leon said, enjoying her discomfort. He 
was having a bit of his own. He hadn't fucked anyone as tight as she seemed 
to be in a hell of a long time. The blood filled the head of his prick 
pained like hell with the tight ring of her soft stretching cunt fitted 
around it. He wanted to shove on into her, fully and cruelly, but he dared 
not. He was determined to make her enjoy a good fuck, something that he 
guessed rightly that she had never had. He eased in a little further, pain 
racing along the length of his hard prick into his balls and up his back. He 
stopped and spoke to Pico. 

"Git away, Fuck face. You bother me," he said. Pico responded like a wounded 
animal. He retired to the couch, still naked and still playing with himself. 

Virginia felt as though she were being split apart. She reasoned that he was 
just barely in her and she saw no possible way for him to continue without 
killing her. Hot searing pain raced up the inside of her invaded vagina and 
seemed to spread out from there to all parts of her body. She whimpered. 

"Oh...ah...please, you're splitting me open!" she pleaded, but to no avail. 

Leon tightened up his leg muscles and eased into her amidst her pleas until 
he had only half of his hard fleshy rod sunk into her pink, heated opening. 
He stopped for a moment, gathering his energy to plunge to the very core of 
her. 

Virginia knew that she had only received a small measure of what was to 
come. She felt as though a hot wedge was being driven up between her 
wide-stretched legs. She had to dislodge him at all cost. She couldn't take 
any more pain. She splayed her long, white legs up and trying to bring her 
heels flat to the floor so that she could eject the hugeness of him from the 
tortured tightness of her body. 

Leon took advantage of her movement. He felt the sudden lessening of the 
pressure around his lust-hardened prick the exact moment she moved her legs. 
He bunched up his ass muscles and rammed into her with all his strength. 

"Aaaiieee..." Virginia screamed, oblivious to everything except the 
monstrous cock worming up into the soft, fleshy tightness of her defenseless 
vagina. She groaned momentarily and then in a fit of abject pain and 
humiliation passed out. 

Billy Boy turned away in discomfort. He liked her. He would not of his own 
accord brought her pain or discomfort of any kind. He knew that she was a 
fine lady, one who had never strayed from the path laid down by her minister 
husband. He had been amazed when she undressed and stood magnificently 
before his eyes, her body there for him to see. She had amazing breasts, the 
largest he had ever seen. They were big and firm and soared out from her 
chest as though they were offering themselves to him. 

He had liked the color of her skin, a creamy white, and the roundedness of 
her stomach, so feminine. He had looked when she hadn't known at the 
beckoning juncture between her thighs...at the barely visible flashes of 
pink in the dark, silken hair. He would have loved to have made love to her, 
but in private, with her wanting him just as he wanted her. Except for the 
color of her skin, which was just a shade lighter, she reminded him of his 
own mother. 

One thing had bothered Billy Boy. She had obviously enjoyed having James eat 
her. She had pitched and rolled and at the same time she had had her mouth 
and throat filled with the filthiness of Pico. Billy Boy hated him and hated 
her for enjoying what to him had seemed an obscenity beyond description. He 
had thought about it, watching her red, lipstick rimmed lips slide up and 
down the hard length of Pico, and had come to the conclusion that she had 
had no other choice. Yet there had remained in the back of his mind the fact 
that she had, after a fashion, seemed to enjoy all of it. That he could 
never forgive her for. Leon had said that she would and apparently he had 
known what he was talking about. 

Billy Boy looked now at the scene before him. He saw the pink flanges of her 
vagina softly circling the hardness of Leon's prick. He knew that she had 
passed out. He wanted to help her. But he knew that was impossible. He had 
watched Leon before and nothing was about to stop him. Billy Boy knew that 
if he interfered, Leon would put Pico after him with the knife. He leaned 
over and, taking a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the sweat from her 
fine brow. 

"She real tight, BeeBee. She not hurt much," Leon said, gently easing his 
hard pole out of her still moist, clasping cunt. 

Leon didn't hurry. He moved his hard prick out except for the head, then 
just as carefully eased it back into her, fully. He knew that she was coming 
around. He could feel a slight clenching tightness on his hard, throbbing 
prick that told him she was. He pushed into her and then began a slow 
withdrawal, a stroke that had never failed to excite whomever was impaled 
upon it. With all but the head out he looked at her tight little hair-lined 
cunt and marveled again at the softness and the heat and the joy of it. Her 
flanges were there, riding along his moistened prick, soft and luxurious to 
the touch. He pushed back deep and jolted down, pressing against the very 
core of her. 

"Ooooh...uh...oooh," Virginia moaned and her eyes fluttered open. She felt 
as though a telephone pole was being rammed up between her open thighs. She 
saw the bushy head of natural hair hovering over her and felt like 
screaming. His hot throbbing pole was pushing hard all the way up against 
her heart, she felt. "Oooooh..." she moaned, unable to make any other sound. 

"You're killing her," Billy Boy said to Leon, close on to tears. 

"Naw. She like it in a minute. You watch," Leon said, beginning to move his 
ever hardening pole out of her tight clasping cunt. 

"Uh...ah...Oooh..." Virginia moaned with every half-inch of withdrawal. She 
felt as though he were pulling her very insides out of her. 

Leon would never show it but he was in an ecstatic heaven of delight. There 
was nothing greater to him than the feeling of having his long, hard, 
throbbing, prick shoved tightly up into the heated, constricting confines of 
an almost virginal cunt. He had loved the strange, beckoning scent that 
greeted him as he ran his tongue in and out of it, bringing her to a pitch 
of excitement that he knew she had never reached before. It had taken all 
his willpower to give that pleasure over to James. Now he loved what he was 
doing, exercising his power over all women by forcing one to take more than 
she was used to. Her fainting had turned him on more than anything else: it 
reassured him of his male virility. SO 

Leon rearranged himself, scooping her luscious white legs up into his arms 
and forced them back against her soft, yielding breasts into an angle that 
left her cuntal opening completely defenseless against his powerful prick. 
He could hear the labored breathing of Pico and the panting of James. He 
enjoyed the sweet breath of Virginia against the side of his face. He 
covered her mouth with his and ran his tongue into it, barely, and flicked 
it in and out until her mind got the idea and she almost unconsciously began 
to work at it with her own small, tender tongue. His prick was just inside 
her soft flexing cunt and he had purposely left it there until she accepted 
and returned the ministrations of his tongue. 

He shoved his tongue all the way into her mouth, then eased his hips 
forward, stretching and tearing her cuntal walls apart with the swollen head 
of his large thrusting cock. She sucked and bit at his tongue and moaned 
around it, but he had her legs in such a position that she had no other 
choice but to accept him, fully. He gently shoved into her, reaching the 
depth of her, feeling a slight binding sensation way up in the top of her 
soft straining belly. 

Virginia felt it too. "Aaaaagh...Oh...Aaaaaagh..." she moaned, trying to 
move her convulsively trembling buttocks away from his hot, hard prick. She 
couldn't. 

Leon began to withdraw immediately. His balls were tight and ready to 
explode, but he wanted to bring her along with him. He eased gently out of 
her and withdrew his mouth from hers and put his lips against the soft 
whiteness of her neck. He blew softly against her skin, then fastened his 
teeth into the hollow of her neck, still gently, and shoved back into her 
hot tightness of her cunt with his hard, throbbing pole. 

"Uh...aagh...Ooooh," Virginia moaned, the last escaping as a pleasurable 
sound to Leon's ears. 

He began a rhythmic moving in and out of her as soon as he felt the 
slightest response. She moved her head from side to side. Her lips were 
slightly parted. Then her hips moved up toward his of their own volition. 

Leon needed no further encouragement. He pounded into her and then pulled 
out with lightning speed, releasing his hold on her legs, sure that they 
would encircle his back of their own volition. He was not disappointed. He 
felt the light weight of them around his waist, burning his flesh. He rocked 
into her, then moved his hands to her soft, smooth rounded buttocks and 
raced his tongue madly over her jutting pink-tipped breasts. 

Virginia couldn't believe her body. After passing out from the pain he had 
caused her, her fires were lighted again and had burst into flame with a 
suddenness that jolted her mind. His hard, hot, thick prick had been hurting 
her terribly, tearing and breaking her apart. Then it had stopped hurting, 
it had become a glorious feeling that plunged into the very top of her, the 
spongy hot head reaching far up her cunt until she had to have him, all of 
him, deep inside her. 

She had flung her legs around his back and tried to pull him into her eager, 
hungering heat, all of him, and she felt that she had done just that. She 
still felt crammed full to the point of exploding with his thick prick, but 
for some reason it didn't seem to be enough. She rose up to meet his plunge 
and wanted to prevent his withdrawal, even if it did mean that he would be 
coming back again as forcefully as ever. 

"Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh..." Leon panted above her, every time he plowed into her 
small velvet opening. 

"Aaie...Ooooh," she moaned as she received him, pulling him more and more 
forcefully to her. 

Leon had to cum. He felt a tightness in his balls that he knew wouldn't 
wait. He began to pound and grind deep into her, loving the sensation of 
being on the point of spilling his semen into her and yet being able to 
prevent it from happening, thereby prolonging the heavenly sensation. He 
felt her getting ready, knew she was by the pressure of her heels digging 
into his back and the now desperate clawing at his shoulders with her hands. 
She dug her fingernails into him, deeply. He responded by slamming and 
banging hard against her cunt, ramming his hot prick in deeply-stroking in 
and out swiftly and surely. 

Both their bodies became a writhing fit of frenzy. Leon pounded and pushed 
into her: she in her turn rose up to meet him and drew him heavily toward 
her, her leg muscles straining, her nails clawing at his back. 

"Ooooh...ohoooh...oh...aaiiee," she moaned around his probing tongue as she 
broke in waves of pleasure against the hot head of his prick. 

"Uh...uh...uh..." Leon answered in turn, his semen shooting out to meet the 
liquid flowing from the center of her being. He kept moving. He ground down 
and stroked in and out of her, cumming again and again, filling her flexing 
constricting cunt with his hot scalding sperm. Leon felt a slow relaxation 
all along his muscles, from the tip of his hard, tightly enclosed prick, to 
the ends of his toes and fingers. He gave one last powerful thrust and then 
lay against her white softness without moving, his chin resting on the 
unbelievable mound of her firm, white breasts. 

He released her buttocks from his hands, then let them lay quivering on his 
palms. 

Virginia's legs slowly unfurled themselves from his back and she crossed 
them over his, enjoying the contact there, the heat of him heavy against her 
soft skin. 

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Leon whispered into her ear. 

Virginia didn't answer. Again she was filled with shame for having enjoyed 
that which to her mind was sinful. What difference, she wondered, if he had 
hurt her? He couldn't care, she told herself. But even as the thought formed 
in her mind, she knew that he did care, in his own warped way, so she 
answered him without speaking. She strained and tightened the soft, sperm 
moistened walls of her vagina against his softening prick, groaning softly 
at the same time to let him know it was no accident. 

Leon responded immediately. He moved gently more fully into her, his way of 
saying thanks for her answer. She sucked him in, tentatively at first, then 
forcefully, until his now hardening--again--prick was deep into her. Leon 
moved gently in and out, just an inch or two, until his prick was brick-hard 
again. He flicked out his tongue and touched one of her hardened nipples. It 
seemed to quiver before his eyes. He moved his head gently until he was able 
to encompass the whole of it with his mouth, then sucked hard, playing his 
tongue roughly around the soft hardness of it. 

For Virginia his one act of kissing her nipple was like putting a match 
against an open can of gasoline. Her body responded, flaring up immediately 
with need and desire. She tried to see herself from a distance, much as 
Billy Boy might see her, and she couldn't. 

She reasoned that she had gone twenty-seven years without having lived 
once-even in the throes of sin. She blamed her husband Peter, as much as she 
blamed herself. She didn't know why it had taken such violent methods to 
show her what she had been missing these many years in her marriage, but she 
was determined then and there-with a rock hard prick sliding gently in and 
out of her cunt-that she would see to it that Peter learned. 

She felt like laughing. Had she ever stopped to think about it, she reminded 
herself, she would have realized that Peter had come to the marriage bed in 
the same state as she had-a virgin. She felt she could no longer blame him 
for his lack of expertise. No. 

All her thoughts about Peter fled her mind. Her body demanded her attention. 
There was a growing need deep up her cunt that had to be answered. Again, 
she flung her legs around the muscled form of Leon and pulled him mightily 
to her. 

Leon loved her, he decided. He had some idea of what was going through her 
mind. Had he been able to lay bets on it, he would have guessed correctly 
that she was thinking of her husband. That was O.K. with him. He loved the 
hot moistened pussy, slick and wet with his juices as well as hers. He eased 
in and out of her without pain, knowing that he was bringing her to the 
point of ready once more. He slipped his hands down to her hips and pulled 
her forcefully against him, then felt like screaming with joy when her legs 
curled around his back. 

He cupped her firm buttocks in his hands and squeezed them together, then 
moved his middle finger against the tight rubbery tissue of her puckered 
little ass hole. 

"Oh...Noo...Ooooh," she cried out, feeling his finger probing teasingly at 
the sensitive ridges of her defenseless rectum. 

Leon knew what he was about to do. He slipped his finger gently through the 
tight, resisting ring of flesh and at the same time bore into her cunt with 
his hard prick. He began sliding and worming his finger deeper into her in 
time with the stroking in and out of his lust-hardened cock. 

Virginia responded as he knew she would. She hadn't wanted it at first, had 
squirmed and moved her soft, yielding buttocks about to avoid it, but now 
she did and again she was moving and squirming just to have it there, deep 
into her, then slipping hard over the thin tissue of membrane that separated 
her anus from her cunt. 

"Ooooh...Ooooh," Virginia moaned, her body answering two fires within her. 
She squirmed and pitched and rolled and moved her body in every way of which 
she was capable to satisfy her boiling desire. 

Leon plunged and plowed and piled into her. He was ecstatic with her 
appreciation of him and his know how. He gnawed at her hardened nipples with 
his teeth, plowing deep into her and grinding down hard, raking and poking 
at her tight, contracting little rectum with his fingers, until he was ready 
again. He breathed deeply, girded up his muscles and pounded and rocked and 
poked and slammed into her with all his might. He felt her orgasm, knew that 
her essence was spilling out of her in gentle waves, and he matched her 
timing by spewing hotly high up into her tight burning cunt and rocking and 
banging against the very center of its wetness until he was completely 
drained. 

He collapsed on top of her, exhausted, but secure in the knowledge that he 
had given her her first real fuck. He wanted to tell her so, but he couldn't 
decide how. He simply lay on her, enjoying the heat from her body. He could 
have stayed that way forever. Indeed he had no other plans and didn't feel 
as though she were in any hurry to break the contact, but the telephone 
rang. 

Suddenly all his muscles were tense and tight. The ringing telephone was for 
him a sign of outside intrusion, a reminder that out there existed 
authority. He withdrew from her with a sudden, wet sucking sound and tried 
to think what to do as Virginia smiled dazedly up at him, her legs falling 
obscenely out to the side of his naked body. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

BRRRINNNNNNNG! sounded the telephone for the third time. 

Leon licked his lips. His drooping eyelid fluttered. His penis, hard until 
now, shrank with amazing speed. Sweat dripped off his chin as his tongue 
darted over his lips again and again. 

Virginia enjoyed the spectacle of his suffering even though her feelings 
were ambivalent: she was trying to accept the fact for herself that she had 
enjoyed having him; indeed, she had to admit that that was the reason she 
was so relaxed and could so dispassionately enjoy his discomfort. She 
continued to smile up at him, her pink tipped breasts pointing upwards, her 
gently rounded stomach, ivory and smooth, moving slightly with her every 
breath. She simply waited for him to decide what to do. 

BRRRINNNNNNNG! the phone rang again, sounding impatient to Leon's ears. 

"Gotta answer that phone, VIR...GIN," he said, trying to establish the same 
atmosphere that had prevailed previously. 

"I don't want to. I'd rather stay here-Lover!" She laughed, causing her 
large mounds of breasts to quiver. 

Leon didn't hesitate. His mind was swift and sure when it came to protecting 
himself. "Bring the knife, Pico," he ordered, standing and somehow bringing 
her to her feet along with him. 

BRRRINNNNNNNG! shrilled the magic instrument, seemingly moving Pico to them 
along with its sound. It was ringing for the fifth time. 

"Where, Man, where?" Pico demanded, dancing around her with the knife, 
making lunges at her jutting breasts and white throat. Virginia stood her 
ground. She looked at Pico as though he were dirt, never flinching from the 
thrust of the knife. 

"Right up next to the jugular, Pico. She gonna talk real nice like I say to 
save dat pretty white skin. Right, VIR...GIN?" Leon asked, his drooping eye 
twitching rapidly. 

Virginia didn't answer. Leon twisted her arm behind her back and moved her 
toward the phone. He held the instrument out to her and told her in a low 
and menacing voice, "You just say whatever you do say when you answer de 
phone, baby." 

"Doctor Peter Scholling's residence," she said into the phone, saying the 
only thing that had occurred to her. She never answered the phone in that 
manner so she prayed and hoped that whoever was calling would realize the 
fact. Leon had given her the idea when he told her to say whatever she 
always said. 

"Were you in the garden, Darling?" Peter's voice came clear and precise to 
her. 

Virginia wanted to cry out to him. She might have done so had not Pico 
exerted pressure on the knife, causing it to dig slightly into her flesh. 
Her mind whirled, making a complete circle and left her just where she was 
before. She could think of nothing to say to Peter that would give him the 
slightest hint or warning. She decided to say little since she usually did 
all the talking and hope that he would get suspicious. 

"No," she intoned, choking back a sob. "Oh, well. The phone rang several 
times and I knew you must be busy. I'm sorry to bother you." Peter spoke in 
a hurt tone. 

"No bother, Peter," she replied, her brain seemingly numb. 

"Virginia, are you all right? You don't sound like yourself." 

Virginia couldn't answer right away. Her thoughts hunched up and tumbled one 
on top of the other. She couldn't collect one of them and give alarm. She 
was suddenly disgusted with her inability to think. "Why are you calling, 
Peter?" She demanded, mad at him for not taking any hint and herself for not 
being able to give him any indication of the madness taking place. 

"What? Well...Virginia? Is anything wrong?" He seemed concerned. 

"I am busy. Very busy, Peter. What did you want?" She prayed that her curt 
answer would let him know that something was obviously out of order. 

"A kind word, perhaps." He hesitated, then, "I wanted to tell you that I 
would be home tonight. But, I suppose that since you're not in a good mood, 
perhaps I could...I didn't actually want anything," he finished in a hurt 
tone. "Good-bye, Virginia," he said then hung up. 

Virginia cried. Her whole body shook with wracking sobs as Leon took the 
instrument from her hand and replaced it in its cradle. Almost gently he 
took her arm and tried to turn her around. She brusquely jerked her arm from 
his grasp just as Pico grabbed one white, rounded cheek of her buttocks. She 
slapped his face. The sound caused a noise like a door being slammed. 

"AAAaaiiieee!" Pico bellowed before he lunged at her with the knife. 

Leon felled him with one blow. 

Pico lay on the floor, looking at the two of them with hate-filled eyes. He 
still had the knife in his hand, Virginia noticed, and his grip tightened on 
it. With what seemed to her to be one quick movement he sprang up from the 
floor and made a pass at Leon with the gleaming blade. Virginia screamed and 
moved hastily away from the two of them. 

Leon had managed to dodge the first swipe of the knife. "Man, you headed for 
trouble. I de Jefe. You gonna die!" he hissed in a near whisper, moving 
lightly on his feet as he circled the half-crouched Pico. 

"STOP IT!" Virginia screamed, unable to take any more. "YOU'RE ALL CRAZY!" 
She started to cry again, loudly and uncontrollably. The ridiculousness of 
the situation had suddenly closed in on her. Here she was, standing in her 
own living room, nude, with one nude man and another fully clothed trying to 
cut him to pieces with a knife. It was unbelievable to her. She remembered 
the other two and looked in their direction. James was trying to watch both 
the fight and Virginia at the same time. He was panting and drooling from 
the mouth and his eyes shone with joy at the madness taking place before 
them. 

Billy Boy watched the two boys circling each other, wetting his lips with 
his tongue, and his eyes had a dull glint to them. 

Virginia moved cautiously in his direction, toward the door leading to the 
dining room. She knew if she was ever to escape the madness, it would have 
to be now. She decided that she would make it in the nude since trying to 
cover her shame would in all probability end her life. 

"Come on, Pico Man, put dat blade 'way. Some one gonna git hurt and it ain't 
gonna be me. You can fuck 'er Man, just put dat knife 'way." Leon was 
speaking to his adversary as he moved cautiously in an ever narrowing 
circle. 

Pico seemed to be hypnotized. He continued to move and to play the knife 
about in the air as he did so. The rays of the sun would catch the blade and 
reflect across the room in crazy angles. He was hissing like a snake. "You 
don't act like no Jefe, big man, no, you don't," Pico intoned, slowing his 
movements as though it were difficult to fight and talk at the same time. 

"Come on, Pico. You know bettern dat. I try. I done told you, you can fuck 
'er now, Man. Let's knock off dis shit. She tight, Man, real good fuck." 
Leon spoke rapidly, noticing that 

Pico was listening to him. 

"SHE GO OUT!" James bellowed from the corner of the room. 

Leon found the chance he had been waiting for. Pico turned to look after the 
fleeing figure of Virginia. Leon landed a blow to his jaw that sent him 
sprawling half-way across the room. He dived after him and jerked the knife 
from his hand almost before he had hit the floor. Dropping the knife, he 
then turned and took off after Virginia. 

She thought she was going to make it. She had eased around the door, feeling 
with her hand the frame and then the door itself, before she had made a dash 
for it. Hearing James had caused her to run faster, if blindly, and she had 
stumbled and fallen over a chair. 

Leon made a flying leap in the air and landed on top of her. "BITCH!" he 
screamed, his breath coming in gasps, "I give you a good fuck and you try to 
run out. Now, VIR...GIN, we's gonna see how you like de horse cock of James, 
ol' whitey boy. He gonna fuck you 'til he done rearrange all you pure 
insides. Yeah, VIR...GIN, you gonna live to appreciate old Leon yet-more'n 
you done already." 

Leon had knocked the air completely out of Virginia by leaping onto her and 
her breasts heaved and quivered as she fought to regain ier breath. 

She was still crying-or crying again-she couldn't tell which, but she heard 
his words of ominous threat. They sounded like the toll of doom to her. She 
lay under him, her arms pinned cruelly behind her back, her breasts thrust 
up under his chest, his hot and heavy prick laying flat on her stomach, and 
accepted his heated kiss that he had started immediately after his speaking. 

She amazed herself. Far from objecting to his passion she seemed not only to 
welcome it, but to want it. She thought that she must be sick in her mind. 
She had been abused, threatened with death, her body violated by the 
boy-animal on top of her, and still she felt her hidden need surging through 
her mouth and her loins and her breasts. She damned herself to all eternity. 
She tried to turn her head sideways as much to deny herself the pleasure she 
was receiving from his probing tongue as to prevent him from guessing her 
true feelings. 

Leon was having none of that. He forced her to keep his tongue deep into her 
throat, probing and pushing his hot throbbing prick back and forth across 
her trembling body. His penis was lengthening on her stomach, burning her 
flesh where it touched her. He was well aware of that. He had guessed 
sometime ago that she hud never really released her burning passion or had 
had it unleashed for her. He had felt unusually proud of himself for being 
able to cause her insides to spring to life-to cause her to cum like any 
other whore-and now he knew she was appreciating him again even though she 
might not want to. 

"You, like Leon's fuckin' you, huh, VIR...GIN?" he drawled, pressing his 
almost hard prick into her soft, white stomach. 

"No. You are a foul bent," she flung at him, trying all the while to move 
her body from under his. 

"O.K Lady, you gonna have to sale me to fuck you iffen you want James to 
quit. He gonna go on 'til you beg me. You heard dat. Bitch?" He screamed in 
her face. 

Virginia declined to answer. She looked steadily at him, blinking back the 
tears from her eyes, until she could summon up the energy to speak. Then, 
her lips trembling, "You wait for that day and you'll be an old man." She 
spoke bravely. 

Leon smirked at her. He rolled off her, then swiftly stood and jerked her to 
her feet. He pushed her ahead of him into the living room. 

Virginia looked about the room since they had stopped just inside the door. 
James was standing naked, having disrobed himself in anticipation of the 
coining event, and her eyes widened in terror. Leon had not lied. He was 
built like a horse. His prick seemed to hang almost to his knees though it 
had begun to throb slowly upward-and it was thick and heavily veined-the 
head of it seemed as large as a light bulb to her. She gasped and covered 
her mouth with her hand. 

Billy Boy stood quietly by, his head lowered, apparently studying the 
pattern in the carpet. 

Pico was sprawled on the floor unconscious, a small trickle of blood oozing 
from the corner of his mouth, the knife near his hand. 

Leon pushed Virginia into a chair directly in front of James. "You sit 
there, woman, 'til you told to move." 

He went to Pico and nudged him with his foot. Pico blinked, then rubbed his 
hand over his mouth. 

"AAaaiiiie!" he screamed when he saw the blood on the back of his hand. 

"That a sample, Boy. You don't forget again who de Jefe," Leon hissed, 
standing tall above him. 

"FUCKER!" Pico screamed, making a move to stand. 

Leon put his foot on his shoulder again and growled, "Ain't you had enough, 
Man? Or I gonna have to kill ya? Huh? You know I do it. Dat only a little 
blond. Von got lot's more. Von hear mc?" His voice was suddenly low and 
cold. 

Virginia shuddered. Her memory of the warmth of him, the searing heat of him 
inside her, compared with his coldness now as he spoke to Pico, was 
unbelievable to her. He had in his own way, she realized now, been almost 
gentle with her. She didn't doubt for a moment that he would make good his 
promise and kill the crazy Pico without hesitation. She had never met anyone 
like these people, she told herself. 

She had read about them, of course, but she had not really believed that 
they existed until now. She discovered that Leon, for all his warmth when he 
was fornicating, was pure animal without human emotion. She wanted to take 
advantage of the situation and pit the two of them against each other again 
to save her own skin, but she couldn't; she didn't feel that she would ever 
to be able to support the sin of murder on her soul and not for a moment did 
she doubt that Leon would kill him. She wondered why Pico didn't realize the 
same thing. 

Maybe he did. He stopped talking and looked up at Leon whose foot was still 
resting on his shoulder. He placed his hand on Leon's foot and said, "O.K., 
Man, geez, don't hit so hard next time. I think my teeth loose." He tried to 
laugh. 

Leon didn't find anything funny. "Close the blade of the knife and hand it 
to me, handle first," he ordered the now subdued Pico. Once the knife was in 
his hand he removed his foot and then said, "Get us some beer. I gonna play 
some music." 

Pico scurried up and went after the beer. Leon turned and walked to the 
stereo cabinet, then opened the door in search of records. He laughed as he 
flipped through the various recordings, all of which were religious ones. 
"Funky! Dat's what dis shit is. This all you got, VIR...GIN?" He leered at 
her. 

He wasn't fooling Virginia. She knew that he had calmed down a little, but 
that he was far from being anywhere near what anyone could call normal was 
evident to her. She was certain that he was a psychopath through and through 
and she was determined to do nothing to precipitate another outburst from 
him. 

"Yes," she answered simply. 

"O.K. It all funky, but we's gonna jazz it up, Baby. Is in de mood for 
dancin, as the man say." He put three of the records on the turntable and 
the room was filled immediately with clear voices singing praise to God. He 
laughed abruptly and switched the selector button to forty-five. The music 
took on a more positive beat, sounding just as he had promised, more jazzy. 

"How dat sound, Pico?" He wanted to know, taking a can of beer from the 
grinning errand boy. 

"Hey, Man, that's a groove!" Pico retorted, swinging his slim behind around 
and around as he delivered the beer. He stopped in front of Virginia and 
grinned a sleazy, sick grin at her and pressed a can of cold beer against 
her breasts. 

She didn't move. She appreciated the coldness of the can against her bare 
skin and she was using the time to gather her forces and her thinking. She 
was determined that James was not to be turned loose on her. He still stood 
very close to her, his horse-like penis hanging down, drooling at the comers 
of his mouth, watching her every move. She placed her hand around the can of 
beer and pressed it to her soft mounds of flesh. 

"Muchas gracias," she said to Pico, trying to smile at him. 

"She speak Spanish nice," Pico told the room at large, his eyes glued to her 
breasts. 

"You don't," Virginia said through a smile. 

Before Pico could answer, Leon shouted: "I don't wanna hear nuthin' but 
American spoke here, Lady. You understand dat?" He looked at her from where 
he stood, threatening her with his eyes. 

Pico stood stock still waiting for her to say something, hut she didn't 
answer verbally. Instead she nodded slightly, to Leon, hoping to convey to 
him that he was the master of the situation. 

"Let's dance, Babv," Pico demanded, pulling her up from the chair. 

"I don't dance," she told him frostily, jerking her arm away from his 
clutches. 

"I can teach you. You bet. lie gyrated in front of her, grinning his sick 
grin again. 

She stood just as she was and looked at him. He certainly was light and sure 
on his feet. 

"Look. You put the weight on this foot, then move the other hip. see? " He 
continued to move in front of her, grinning idiotically. 

"Come on, VIR...GIN, dance with the man!" Leon laughed, moving to them. 

Leon came behind her. placed his hands on the naked flesh of her firm, 
curvaceous hips and moved them from side to side. 

"Yeah, that's it. Baby," Pico hissed, his eyes gleaming and rubbering all 
over her nude body. 

Leon moved himself against her backside, forcing his prick against the 
crevice of her buttocks, then moved his hands around to her soft, flat 
stomach. He pressed against her and wiggled from side to side causing her to 
follow his motions and match them. "You gettin' it, Lady, jest move like you 
feel, or like I done feel you. That 'soul,' " he said over her shoulder. 

"STOP IT!" Virginia screamed, breaking away from him and falling down into a 
chair. "I can't take it any more. This is crazy. Dancing in the nude! It's 
vulgar and dirty and filthy and...oh, God, give me strength!" 

Both of the boys stopped, frozen in position, and stared at her in 
fascination. Leon was the first to move. He threw back his head and laughed 
uproariously. "Dat's de BEST way, VIR...GIN," he howled. He stopped laughing 
shortly and looked at the other boys. "She right, though. All oughta be 
naked. Take off dem clothes, you fuckers," he commanded. 

Pico responded immediately. He threw off his clothes in time to the music, 
first his shirt, then his trousers, then his dirty underclothing. He held 
his sock over his head and whirled it around and around, then did the same 
with the other. They all watched him. 

"BeeBee, you the only one dressed. Come on, Man, join de party," Leon 
ordered him. 

"No. I don't want to, Leon. I really don't. O.K.? " 

"Damn right it not O.K. You at de party, you gonna be a part of de first 
part," lie nodded toward Virginia, then, "You afraid to show you self, Man?" 

Leon leered at him, choosing just the words to challenge the unsuspecting 
Billy Boy whose face reddened immediately. 

"No. It just seems so unfair, that's all. She...we...just can't treat her 
like that." he hesitated, not knowing exactly what he wanted to say or at 
least not how to put it into words. 

"We," Leon emphasized the word, "Done already treated her like that. Get 
your fucking clothes off!" 

Billy Boy began to undress very slowly. He refused to look at Virginia and 
she in turn didn't look at him. She was grateful for his faltering effort on 
her behalf, so she paid him back in kind. She refused to watch him undress 
thereby causing him less embarrassment. 

Just as Billy Boy removed his last garment, his jock shorts, the music 
stopped. Leon laughed. "I gonna put on 'nother these groovy records, we 
gonna form a circle and let de Lady in de middle, den we all dance." He was 
well on his way to make good his promise before he stopped talking. 

Virginia tried to examine her own feelings. Strangely, she rather looked 
forward to the dance. She had enjoyed dancing in high school even though she 
had been embarrassed when some boy had began to harden while dancing with 
her. But even that had been easy to take care of. She would simply walk off 
the floor, making some excuse to go to the powder room. She had never danced 
with Peter because he didn't exactly believe it was a sin, just a useless 
form of excitement that often led down the thorny path of sinfulness. She 
had to agree with Peter. Her body had become agitated and hot 
and...willing...when Leon had forced her to dance a couple of minutes ago. 
Then she laughed at herself. Dancing at a school dance, which was the only 
kind she was familiar with, and dancing in the nude with four nude 
men-boys-was just a bit different. 

Whoever would believe her? she wondered. She could see herself now, talking 
to Mrs. Beaverbrock, the widow of the past minister of the church, and 
saying to her: "Delightful time, really. I danced in the nude with four 
teen-age gangsters. It was a bit warm, but other than that it was quite 
pleasant. You must try it sometime yourself, Mrs. Beaverbrock." 

Or to Peter: "Darling, we must set aside a night or an afternoon for a dance 
session-in the nude of course. It makes for such freedom of movement and 
abandonment of emotion or inhibition." 

The thought of suggesting such a thing to either of them caused Virginia to 
laugh. Once started she couldn't stop. Her whole body shook with her peals 
of laughter. She fell into a chair, on the verge of hysteria, and they all 
stood about and looked at her. 

"You laughing at me, Bitch?" Pico wanted to know, ready to defend himself 
against all humor. 

Virginia ignored him. She continued to laugh, her breasts jumping about 
wildly, her soft flesh rippling with tantalizing effect. 

"She laughin' at BeeBee cause he ain't got too much," Leon drawled, somehow 
arresting her laughter and her eyes with his drooping, sinister one. 

Virginia managed to collect herself. She glanced at poor Billy Boy, who was 
standing demurely with his hands over his limp prick, his face red, staring 
at the floor. 

"No, please...Billy Boy...not you," she managed between sobs of laughter 
that had suddenly turned to crying, "I'm laughing at myself. I thought about 
telling this to...Peter...and seeing him in the same way...It was 
wonderfully funny, that's all." 

Her short speech was accompanied by the weird music of Bach played at the 
wrong speed. That in itself would have been enough, she well knew, to drive 
Peter to distraction. But, she decided, she would have to remember that if 
she wanted to liven up a day in the future, she would play the records at 45 
rpm-maybe even 78 rpm. 

"KNOCK IT OFF!" Leon barked at her, dragging her from the chair by her arm 
as he did so. "Come on, VIR...GIN, we're here to dance." 

"Oh, stop it will you?" Virginia flared at him. "Why do you want to corrupt 
your speech all the time? If you know how to speak correctly and apparently 
you do, then do it. It makes you seem less of a man to talk in dialect all 
the time. AND YOU CAN'T AFFORD THAT." 

Leon immediately tensed up. She could feel it through his fingers on her arm 
which caused fear to race to the very heart of her. She reminded herself 
again that he was always on the point of instant insanity and she should be 
more i careful. But it passed. He smiled at her crookedly. "O.K., lady, have 
it your own way, but that better be the last time you direct a correction in 
my direction," he replied coldly. 

He turned slightly away from Virginia then bellowed, "LET'S DANCE. Here 
puppy," he indicated James, "On yore knees and git dat tongue working. Now 
you, Pico, and BeeBee, we's gonna show the LADY how it done. Yeah man," he 
throttled, moving his hips madly so that his long, deflated penis danced 
from side to side, slapping the inside of his leg and seeming to be 
independent of him even to the point of having its own rhythm. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Virginia found herself surrounded by two mad men and one unwilling boy and a 
near animal drooling and ogling her crotch as he crouched on the floor. His 
overly long tongue that had explored the soft secret eagerness of her cunt 
before slid out of his mouth and over his lips and to the end of his chin. 
Leon danced in front of her and without touching her with his hands managed 
to bounce his thrusting prick against her thighs. At the same time Pico was 
in back of her pressing his hot hardness into the moistened cleft between 
her buttocks. Much to her surprise and annoyance, Billy Boy reached out and 
tentatively touched her breasts. Leon howled with laughter. 

He also moved away from her and pushed Billy Boy to her front side, kneeing 
him in the rear end as he did so. Billy Boy's hardness came swiftly and 
surely against her thighs, then the surprisingly hard, large rubbery head of 
his cock licentiously touched her vaginal lips, burning her with the 
contact. 

"Das it, BeeBee, sock it to her," Leon laughed, dancing wildly about the 
entire group. 

Virginia moved for several reasons. She didn't want to stand still and 
permit one of them to start an entrance into her with his hot, hard prick. 
And she felt that as long as she was moving, even though it was tiring for 
her in all the heat, that it would, she prayed, tire them out. She undulated 
her curved hips from side to side, then managed to lower them and bring them 
back up, thereby ridding herself, if only momentarily, of two hard, 
searching penises. 

Leon grabbed Billy Boy and pushed him aside. He motioned with his hand and 
Pico rammed into her from behind, causing her to move forward. Then Leon 
smashed James' head between her thighs. She felt the warm wetness of his 
long tongue on her cuntal lips. Pico kept jogging and probing into her soft 
mounds so that she had to press forward to avoid him. As she did so James 
was able to run his tongue deep into her. Resist as she might, she enjoyed 
the sensation, the strange music, the hot throbbing rod of Pico's from 
behind and the probing violation of her cunt by James' hard, wet, searching 
tongue. 

Leon moved to the side of her and pushed Billy Boy to her other side. He 
jogged against her leg in time to the music and fondled her breasts. Billy 
Boy began the same movement, even though he wouldn't look at her, and his 
hand cautiously enveloped her other breast. 

Virginia felt as though her body were being seared by the fires of Hell. Her 
heart was pounding wildly and her movements, which only excited all of them, 
were becoming increasingly wilder. She rocked her hips and James' tongue 
sought blindly for her cunt as Pico's rod rested securely and firmly between 
her buttocks, moving only slightly out of harmony with her gyrations. On 
each side of her the hot and heavy hardness of Leon and Billy Boy moved up 
and down her smooth, curvaceous hips, burning and exciting her flesh. Each 
of them fondled her breasts and Leon's thick lips pushed against her 
shoulder. All of them were glistening with sweat and their bodies were 
becoming slippery. 

Pico's clawing hands moved around her waist and dug into the softness of her 
gyrating belly. He threw himself more fully into her, the head of his hot 
prick somehow finding the heat of her anus, but he managed to change the 
rhythm of the entire group so that James' tongue lost its prize and Virginia 
managed to change her pace so that the two hoys on each side of her had to 
let go of her breasts. Then the music stopped. 

James was panting and whimpering like a dog. He moved in swiftly and grabbed 
her thighs in his big hands as he forced his head into her soft inner 
thighs, ramming his tongue fully into her. 

Virginia thought she would faint. She tried to move away but it was 
impossible. All four of them still surrounded and pressed into her. "Please, 
stop, please. There is no music," she cried out. 

"Yeah, men, she right. We all need's a beer," Leon ordered, moving away from 
her. 

Pico immediately left off and went in search of more beer. Billy Boy 
reluctantly dropped his hands from her breasts and stepped back from her. He 
still wouldn't look in her direction. James had her hips firmly in his big 
paws and his mouth and tongue were still busy. She tried vainly to move away 
from him but he would only move forward, on his knees, making his god-awful 
sounds. Finally, Leon pushed him away from her. "Dat 'nough for now, man. 
You gonna wear dat ol' tongue of yours right down to nuthin'! " He laughed 
at his own crude joke. 

Virginia collapsed into a chair. Her body was drenched with sweat. She knew 
it couldn't go on. It had to stop, soon! Her nerves were getting rawer and 
more taut and something had to give. She was ashamed for herself and thought 
that if she had the strength and the faith she would be able to think of 
something or some way to stop the whole mad scene. She covered her face with 
her hands and sat still, trying to regain control of herself. She felt the 
can of beer presented to her in the usual manner, its shocking coldness 
pressed against the quivering softness of her breasts. She took it without 
looking at Pico. 

"Good cerveza," Pico said, taking a long drink from his can of beer. 

"Yeah. It great. James, Whitey, you be careful. You gonna freeze dat tongue 
right off," Leon laughed, draining his can of beer in two swallows. Pico 
handed him another can and be grunted his thanks. 

"BeeBee," Leon drawled after a short while, "You de only one who ain't taken 
your pleasure as the saving goes, with de fair lady. Now, Man, we all know 
you ready with a hard-on like you got, so is you gonna?" Leon looked at him 
with his drooping eye, not unkindly Virginia thought, before turning her 
attention to him. 

If she had to be raped again, she had decided long ago that she would prefer 
Billy Boy to the rest of them. He was her only hope and she hadn't yet 
managed to figure out a way to save herself. 

Billy Boy looked at Virginia shyly then turned to answer Leon. "I'd like 
to," he began in his soft southern drawl, "But I don't want to do it in 
front of.. . " he looked around at the others, ". . . everybody." 

"Ha, ha, ha," Leon laughed, "BeeBee, for a Southerner of a mixed background, 
you got some funny ideas. Yeah you has. But I respect 'em. Whatta you wanna 
do, BeeBee, go up them stairs to dat nice soft bed and play house? Is that 
what you wanna do now?" 

Billy Boy blushed all over. First his face reddened, then his neck, his 
shoulders, and his stomach then it spread all over his glistening body. 
Before he could answer Pico interrupted. 

"He can fuck 'er right here. Shit man, I supposed to be next. I been hauling 
the beer and waiting my turn-he ain't done nothin yet." He whined like a 
child. 

"Shut de fuck up. I de boss and I say BeeBee here-he ain't never give no 
trouble to anyone-he wanna fuck up in de bed, he gonna. All we has to do is 
figure outa way to prevent escape. Wouldn't want that fine piece splittin'." 
Leon studied Virginia closely. 

She could only guess at what he might bethinking. For her own part the 
layout of the room raced through her mind. If she could just manage to get 
into the bathroom off the master bedroom, then she could lock the door and 
perhaps escape to the roof. Of course, she reminded herself, she would never 
be able to live down the lace that she would have to do it all naked and 
alert the neighbors to herself nude on the roof of her own house, but that 
seemed to be her only hope. At least it was all she could think of. 

"VIR...GIN, I know by de look of you dat you prefer our BeeBee here," Leon 
drawled, his arm resting on Billy Boy's shoulder, "So if you promise to be 
real good to him and not try to get away, you can take him to de big master 
bedroom and do it on hubby's bed. What do you say to dat, huh?' 

"I prefer to be alone." She answered coldly, not looking at any one of them. 

"That I doubt. Lady, but it ain't gonna be that way. You want to take BeeBee 
here up to de room and fuck him real good like I done you, or you wanna stay 
here and get fucked-horsed--by James so's we can all watch? Huh. Lady? Which 
is it?" Leon's words shipped out of his mouth with vengeance, giving her no 
room for choice. 

Virginia mustered all her strength to herself, what there was left of it, in 
order to speak. "Is that what you want, Billy Boy? Do you want to force me 
to have relations with you? Somehow I thought you were different." She 
didn't really expect an answer hut she had hoped for a delay so that she 
could get control of the situation. 

She was afraid to leave and afraid to stay. She knew that once inside the 
bedroom she would try to make the escape, no matter what the odds were 
against her. And, for some reason, Billy Boy tore at her heart. She hated to 
put him on the spot hut there was no other way out. After all, she reminded 
herself, he was part of this depraved gang so she was wasting her time by 
even hesitating to use him to whatever advantage she could! 

"Sure, dat what BeeBee want, ain't that right?" Leon asked him in a voice 
that carried as much a threat as a question. 

"What's all the pleading with him? I'm ready to fuck her now. NOW! What is 
this anyway?" Pico demanded, smoothing back his black greasy hair nervously. 

"I say dis one more time, Fucker, then you gonna get a knuckle sandwich. He 
de only one who ain't had his pleasure. He next. After dat...well," Leon 
smiled easily, "dere a couple little ol' white cunt-virgin girls-comin. I 
gonna be rested for that. Yeah, man." 

"God-damn, man, I done forgot that. Yeah!" Pico said, grabbing his limp 
prick. His eyes literally sparkled with desire. 

Virginia turned from him in revulsion. She had forgotten about the girls. 
How could she have forgotten? She glanced hurriedly at the clock and read 
the time with alarm. It was only one fifteen. It seemed to her that she had 
been locked up with these animals for three days rather than three hours. Be 
that as it may, she reminded herself, she had only about one hour to get rid 
of them-somehow! After that she was certain that the problem would become 
more complicated by the arrival of the girls. The community might forgive 
her for getting herself into such a situation and might even in time forget 
about it. But there was no doubt that they would never forget or forgive her 
for involving those two girls even if it meant giving up her life to prevent 
it. 

Leon interrupted her thoughts. "You done forgit about them little lily white 
virgins comin to tea, VIR...GIN? I ain't. No sir...ree!" He howled with 
delight. Then, "Come on now. Let's you and me and BeeBee take a long walk up 
dem short stairs to de MASTER bedroom. He be de master." He gently took her 
arm and lifted her from the chair. She offered no resistance. The three of 
them walked up the stairs, Leon leading Virginia forcefully by the arm, 
Billy Boy walking behind, his prick now hard and stiff and standing straight 
out from his body. 

Leon threw open the door to the bedroom and guided her to the bed. He 
unceremoniously forced her down onto the mattress on her back. Then he went 
to the windows and checked them, making certain that a call for help would 
go unheeded on that side of the house. Virginia watched him quietly, praying 
that he wouldn't discover the bathroom. Billy Boy watched her, his large 
brown eyes soft and understanding and filled to overflowing with desire. 

Leon turned from the windows and began checking the doors. He opened Peter's 
closet, then slammed the door closed. He did the same to Virginia's, then 
turned and started for the bathroom. 

"Why don't you leave us alone?" Virginia demanded, rubbing her soft white 
stomach with her hands in what she hoped was an attitude of desire. 

"You think you gonna fool old Leon, lady? Naw, you ain't. You is hygienic 
and you gotta have a place to hygiene, right? All you muthers gotta wash de 
sin of sex right out of you. Like," he smiled wickedly at her and opened the 
door to the bathroom, "dis. Now it just possible that you crazy enough about 
old BeeBee dere that you ain't gonna crawl outta dis window and across de 
roof and lie hollering yore pretty head off to de neighbors?" He was really 
enjoying himself. "You ain't, bitch, because I'm locking the door and taking 
the key with me. Get the fuck over there!" He yelled at Billy Boy. 

Billy Boy moved to the bed and eased himself down onto it very gently. He 
looked back to Leon and tried to smile at him. 

"A'right, BeeBee. You get a good fuck. I be right outside de door. I trust 
you. 'Cause she get away, I gonna cut your balls off and den everybody gonna 
always trust you after dat. Understand?" He wasn't smiling as he spoke. 

Receiving a nod from the young, desire-filled boy, Leon went to the door and 
opened it and stood there with his hand on the handle. "I be right here, 
now. I want to hear a little noise in here or I be back." He stepped through 
the door and closed it after him. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Virginia looked at Billy Boy and made him meet her eyes with his own. Her 
glance never wavered and much to her surprise neither did his. He bent 
toward her and touched her lips with his own, then pressed down gently until 
her lips began to burn under his. He tried to open her lips with his tongue, 
but she wouldn't permit him to do so. Angered at her seeming lack of 
reaction, he moved his body so that it was on top of hers, his hot, heavy, 
stiff prick burning into the soft flesh of her stomach. 

"Ooooh, please," Virginia moaned, as much to herself and her own shame that 
she was going to be fucked in her own husband's bed by this boy as it was to 
him. His body felt to her as light and soft as a young, teenage girl's but 
for the muscles and the vibrating heat of his hard prick. 

He shook his head and forced his tongue into her mouth. He shoved it back, 
experimentally, gouging her tongue with his, then on down into her throat. 
She made an effort to move him off her but succeeded only in opening her 
thighs for an instant. He immediately inserted himself between the smooth, 
white lustiness of them and moved his hard cock flush against her soft, 
quivering vaginal lips. His tongue reached and sought for her own until he 
found it. She tried to move his wet, probing tongue from her mouth but he 
began playing it around, exciting her even though she was trying desperately 
not to become aroused. But, the warm, wet insistence was too great, and 
before she knew what she was doing she was sucking and biting at his tongue 
with all her force. 

Billy Boy had watched Virginia all day, hoping for the opportunity to have 
her alone, hoping, too, that he would make her respond to him as she now 
seemed to be doing. He had hardly been able to believe the beauty of her 
body. Her breasts were large and firm and amazingly white and soft and pink 
tipped. Her stomach was almost flat and round and velvety to the touch. He 
had loved the curve of her hips, firm and big with a sheen like pure silk. 
And the graceful ivory curve of her legs had kindled a licking tongue of 
flame in his loins. They were long and well shaped and topped by the vee of 
her soft, tantalizing pubic hair. Actually, she was the first woman he had 
ever had the opportunity to see in the nude long enough to study her 
closely. 

And that he had done. He had hated to see her being mauled and manhandled by 
the other three, and he'd watched intently as the point had come when she 
had started to enjoy it. He had been acutely aware of that. He had felt all 
day that she was just waiting to get him alone. Now he was alone with her 
and he intended to make good use of his time. 

He kissed her forcefully and with what he hoped was finesse. He had probed 
gently into her soft mouth with his tongue and had felt her resistance. But 
now there could be no mistaking her willingness to have him kiss her. She 
had even opened her thighs to him quite willingly, he thought, and he 
considered that a kind and unexpected gift from her. 

Her breasts seemed to be burning his chest. He moved his mouth from hers and 
then placed it on the large nipple of one of the firm, trembling mounds. He 
did it gently, then moved his tongue teasingly around the pink flesh and 
sucked very softly. He felt her involuntarily rise up to meet him, easing 
her breasts toward his moistened lips. He sucked and kissed and played with 
the whole of her slowly hardening breasts with his hands and mouth and it 
was amazing the way the nipple stiffened under his tongue, exciting him, he 
felt, more so than her. He moved his hot, hungry mouth to her other breast 
and felt her hands slip behind his head and force him down hard against her 
firm mounds of flesh 

Virginia couldn't believe that she was responding the way she was. She had 
enjoyed his kissing and probing of her mouth with his tongue and had shamed 
herself by accepting that and sucking and biting on it. Then he had kissed 
her breasts so tenderly and lovingly; and. without warning, they had sprung 
to life and lire had started there, burning through to the very center of 
her sexual being. Even though she had not wanted to-she had felt his soft 
hair with her hands and pulled him toward her eagerly. His hard prick 
brushed and burned the moist, waiting lips of her cunt. 

Billv Bov worked furiouslv. kissing and massaging and tugging at her 
beautiful breasts. He sucked and bit and for every ounce of energy he 
expended she seemed to be grateful. He moved his mouth to the smooth white 
flesh of her stomach and kissed gently and did not miss the tremor that 
passed through her as he did so. Taking small bites of her flesh he worked 
his mouth all over her soft, yielding stomach until she began to pitch and 
move under him. 

His prick was hot and heavy and he wanted nothing more than to feel the 
depth of her with it, to push the blood filled head deep into the velvet, 
welcoming warmth of her cunt and move it in and up forcefully until she 
begged for more and more of him. But he also knew that he had to hold off a 
little longer until she was completely ready to accept him. 

He worked at her breasts with his fingers and then moved his hands over her 
body, down the side of her lush hips and on to her knees, scratching her 
lightly with his fingernails-then started a reverse process until once again 
his hands enclosed her full, firm breasts. He squeezed and pushed the bar 
nipples about under his fingers until she arched upward against him and 
pleaded soundlessly with her body for more attention than he was able to 
give her. 

Billy Bov moved his whole body in one spasmodic jerk until his mouth 
connected with hers again. then kissed her, using his tongue forcefully 
inside her mouth. Then, just as abruptly, he moved downward kissing her 
nipples again and tracing his hot searching mouth over her body to the white 
softness of her inner thighs. 

He bit her there, pushing his tongue against her hot flesh. 

"OOOOOOOOOhhhhhh...Ooooooh," she moaned, willingly opening her thighs 
further to his searching mouth as her hands clasped around his head. 

He put his thumbs on the sides of her sparse, hair covered vagina and opened 
the moist, velvet lips carefully, revealing the inner pinkness and softness 
of her secret being. He kissed the wet warmth gently then blew his hot 
breath into her moist opening. 

"Ooooooohhh..." she moaned under him, moving about violently but somehow 
holding her eager waiting pussy in the same position. 

He touched the soft pink lips of her vagina with his tongue then traced a 
complete outline of them. She quivered and continued to moan and pushed 
herself toward him. He blew his hot breath into her sweet opening again and 
sucked in the perfume of her, then socked his tongue into her fully. She 
bucked up violently to meet him, slamming his head down against her with all 
his force. 

He ran his tongue in and out of her, gently at first, then with more force 
and finally took her clitoris in his teeth and gnawed gently at it. 

"AAAaaarrrrgggghhh...Ooooooohhh." she gasped, twisting and turning under 
him. 

Suddenly Billy Boy could wait no longer. His prick was throbbing and hurting 
for action. He moved her white long legs up and bent them back alongside her 
body and hoisted his body up over hers until she lay open and waiting for 
him. He touched the head of his prick to the moist eagerness of her vaginal 
lips and she moved gently against him. He penetrated her, slowly, gasping, 
"OH...OH...OH..." with every inward push, relief coming to his lust-hardened 
prick at last. Finally, he rammed into her, all the way, and thought that he 
would die from the sudden raging sensation that shook his body. Her hot cunt 
accepted his hard throbbing cock and wrapped itself around him, searing him 
with its welcome velvet heat. He rammed all the way in and then 
withdrew--waiting only to plunge back in with all his pent up force. 

Virginia's thinking had long ceased. Her resistance had died from the 
lusting desire that quivered throughout her arching body. He had kissed her 
so tenderly yet so hotly that every nerve in her body was standing on end. 
When he had fastened his hot mouth to the soft waiting nether lips between 
her thighs, she could no longer contain herself and had lost control of her 
will. His tongue, making passage for itself against her cuntal walls, had 
sent flames of heat and desire racing along her body until she had known 
that there would be only one way to bring relief to herself 

She had willingly accepted his heavy prick into the hot, eager expectance of 
her vagina and her mind had reeled from the sudden blinding ecstasy of his 
thrust. He had entered her gently, inflaming her more than she was already, 
pushing in deeply and pounding against the inner walls of her until she had 
opened and accepted the total hardness of him. His every stroke had only 
served to increase her mounting desire until she felt as though she were 
ready to die of lewd, lascivious pleasure. She clutched at him with her arms 
and legs and pulled him to her even' time he plunged in, then eagerly 
awaited his return even before he could complete withdrawal. 

Billy Boy drove his searing hardness into her again and again-his own 
trembling vibrations wakening to hers. Her arms clutched his back and her 
legs kicked out and possessively wrapped tightly around his hips. 

"OOOOoooohhhh..." she moaned and withered under him. 

He could have cried out in his joy. He pressed his mouth onto hers and she 
almost sucked the breath out of him. He realized that she was matching his 
every stroke. He rocked and pounded and plowed and shoved into her, to the 
very core of her, until a pain shot through his throbbing prick from his 
balls, sharp and insistent, indicating a need for instant release. 

"AAagh...aaaggh..." he groaned. 

He pulled out almost completely then rocked back into her fully, enjoying 
the sound of her deep moan against his own. His movements became more 
frenzied and so did hers. He thrust in and in with hard, piston-like 
strokes, grinding deep into her until the explosive magic of release was 
there for him, leaping and bursting out of his prick, burning him as he 
spewed deeply into her. He rocked and ground and pounded as he continued to 
cum inside her until he felt she must be bursting with the hot, flowing lava 
of his semen. 

Virginia had achieved her first orgasm long before he did. He had been 
stroking into her gently but with force and the growing feeling deep inside 
her stomach had erupted and flowed out to meet his hot headed prick in 
gentle waves. And, before it had completely finished, it had started 
building up again. She tore at him with all her strength and now somehow his 
hot semen shooting into her caused it to be there more deliciously and 
violently-more fully and totally than the first time, blotting out her 
entire existence except for the licking tongue of flame that tore at the 
center of her senses. 

She pushed herself against him, matching his every stroke, pushing up as he 
plunged down, until she was drained. She felt his body relax on hers and so 
she made herself stop, surprised that she could detect the need rising 
within herself again. She held him tightly to her and the tears of joy 
streamed down her cheeks. 

"Why are you crying?" He asked softly, moving his still hard, hot, heavy 
prick deeper into her velvet warmth. 

'Tm...I am sinful. There will be no mercy for me. I deserve this..." she 
sobbed, her eyes closed tightly so that she would not have to look at him. 
"L-loving it...in...my own husband's bed." 

"No," he said, his lips burrowed in the hollow of her neck, muzzling the 
soft flesh, "You are not sinful. We are. They are." 

"I'm a married woman, to a minister. He'll never forgive me. I'll never 
forgive myself. I...I enjoyed this too much." Her whole body rocked with her 
sobbing. 

"We all enjoy it too much, Virginia. I do. I don't want to but I do. Not 
like those animals, but I do. I can't help it. But I don't think it's a 
sin." Billy Boy's voice was low and soothing to her torn feelings and 
emotions. 

"But...no. I even enjoyed him-that Leon. I...I'll just die and burn in 
Hell...Peter'll never forgive me." She continued to sob, his hard prick 
still resting in the warm, close confines of her still slightly trembling 
cuntal walls. 

"He has to. It wasn't your doing. We just came here and there you were, in 
the garden, your dress clinging to you and your breasts pushing out against 
the material and it was...God!...it was beautiful to see!" He stroked gently 
in and out of her, the memory of her slightly heated figure in the garden 
exciting him again. 

"That's what I mean. I.. . I have to tell some one. The tools in the garden 
excite me. They really do. Every one of them is like a phallic symbol to me 
and...You see, I really am a very sinful woman." She began to move with him, 
matching his gentle pushing in and out of her, enjoying again the hardness 
of his stiff prick ramming into her. "I found myself talking to them this 
morning...the garden tools," she continued, moving her long white legs over 
and around his slim hips. 

They didn't talk anymore. Billy Boy continued to push in and out of her, 
enjoying the gentle waves of pleasure that swept over and through his body, 
then out of it, only to reenter again and come spinning and ripping out of 
his lust-hardened prick, the whole length of it, from deep in the very core 
of his being. 

He seemed to himself to be watching his own action. His pleasure was beyond 
belief to him. He would push into her, having to exert slight pressure, then 
grinding down easily, moving his hips from side to side as she fastened ever 
harder to his hips with her legs. Her soft hands moved over his back, 
heating the flesh and when he ground down hard they would slide to the small 
of his back, just where his buttocks curved up, and she'd tug gently and let 
her hands move over him to his shoulders. 

Billy Boy lazily kissed the softness of her neck and smooth, white 
shoulders, then moved his lips to hers and pressed down upon them as he 
plowed into the hot, massaging depth of her cunt, then parted the softness 
of her lips with his tongue and moved it over her teeth until he found hers 
and his ecstasy knew no bounds when she took it with her own and sucked it 
deep into her throat. 

Virginia pushed all thoughts from her mind and began to concentrate on the 
immediate pleasure that lay atop her and in her. That inner heat of her had 
begun again and his hard prick had started a gentle stroking inside her, 
deep down, and as he pushed in with eager insistence she gratefully accepted 
him...the hot, probing hardness of him. She knew that her legs were around 
his waist, what there was of it, and she was aware that her hands flew 
softly and gently over the velvety smooth flesh of his back. 

She held him to her with all her force and energy, feeling the fire of 
desire awakening again deep inside her, wanting him and needing him more 
than she had ever dreamed possible. She accepted his tongue into her mouth 
and gently played with it there, sucking and drawing it as deeply as 
possible into her throat. 

"OOOoooohhh...Aaaahh...Ooooohh," she moaned, moving easily against him, her 
contracting muscles drawing his hard, pulsating prick deep into her 
tightening and releasing with sensual, undulating rhythms. The pressure kept 
building and rising and his aching body cried out for relief. The velvet 
wet, clasping softness of her sucked at the head of his prick and millions 
of jabs of painful pleasure caused him to move more violently and rapidly. 

He would have liked nothing better than to have moved slowly...easily...in 
and out of her tight, pulsing cunt, prolonging and wasting in the pleasure 
of the throbbing heat of her, but he couldn't. He had to move faster, had to 
bring the blinding moment of release to himself again. 

He rocked in fully, slamming against the backs of her upraised thighs-and 
then withdrew fiercely only to drive back into her again and again in short 
piston strokes-glorying in the fact that she matched his every movement, no 
matter how violent he became. Then he felt her arching and reaching even 
more hungrily beneath him. He could feel the wetness and warmness of her 
spread out. engulfing him in fiery heat as she tightened around the head of 
his prick. 

He bounced and pounded and rammed into the depth of her and her cumming was 
like a magnet to his own. drawing it into her as it spewed out of him. 
traveling hotly the length of is burning rod. shooting out again and again 
until he was exhausted and pushed fully into her inner depth and lay limply 
on top of her lovely naked softness...stroking her wet, perspiring body with 
his hands, gently, kindly. 

Virginia felt as though she could stay as she was forever. All thoughts of 
sin had long since fled from her thinking as her body had slowly and 
completely taken control of her. She felt more rested than she had in years, 
flat on her back, all desires seemingly satisfied...Billy Boy's still-stiff 
prick sunk deep inside her warm, tight cunt, his hard, vet somehow soft, 
body resting fully upon her. 

She moved her hands over his back then to his shoulders and to his neck. She 
thrilled at the softness of his hair and the contour of his head. She was 
aware of his relaxed stomach muscles lying hotly on top of hers and she 
smiled at the different shades of their skin, his dark and warm, hers smooth 
and white and warm. 

"Billy Boy, I must confess..." she started, a half smile on her lips that 
froze as her eyes widened and her whole body tensed. 

"What?" he inquired in a lazy voice, then feeling the tenseness of her under 
him demanded, "What's wrong?" 

"Shhh!" she demanded, placing her soft hand over his lips. Then, "Oh, God, 
it is! The doorbell!" She felt as though she were paralyzed. "The 
girls...oh, dear God, don't let it be!" she implored, moving under him as 
though she wanted to relieve herself of what had become a burden. 

Billy Boy tried to talk to her, moving his prick in and out of her warm, 
still-moist cunt slowly, still hard and ready again for the ultimate 
enjoyment. "It's okay. Let's just stay here." 

"No. Please. I must net up. Please!" she cried out and started to struggle 
under biro, moving so that he had to withdraw from her. 

His prick slipped out of the warm, velvet cave that had held him so 
deliciously and she rolled immediately to her side and swung her feet off 
the bed. Just a moment before she had been so contented and happy; now she 
was like a trapped animal, her mind spinning in circles that never quite 
came back fully to a complete thought. 

"Oh, please, Billy Boy, you must help me. Please. I..." she began and 
suddenly her cheeks were running rivers of tears. 

"Sure. What do you want me to do?" He was alarmed at the sudden change in 
her. 

"I don't know. Oh, dear God!" She stood by the bed nude and wrung her hands 
over and over again. 

The doorbell rang again more insistently. 

Virginia went to the closet and pulled open the door. Just as she did so the 
door to the bedroom opened and the drooping eye of Leon pinned her against 
the closet door. 

"Just stay here. Looks like we got company," he told her, a vicious grin on 
his face. 

"No. Not ever," Virginia cried, searching frantically for her robe. She 
found it and slipped it on and cinched tight the belt. She went to the door 
and jerked it open only to find Leon's ugly face blocking her way. 

"Move. I want out of here." 

She didn't wait for his answer. She pushed past him and reached the head of 
the stairs before he caught her. 

"Okay, baby, I think you got a good idea. We answer the door together. Coine 
on." He took her arm and led her down the steps. 

Virginia stopped at the bottom of the steps and jerked her arm away from 
him. "You stupid ass!" she hurled vehemently at him, "You're naked!" 

"You right, VIR...GIN," he grinned. "Now let's just take it slow and easy 
and I get a couple of threads around my body." 

Pico was standing just inside the door of the living room, pale, a warning 
of danger having sounded through his near empty head with the ringing of the 
doorbell. James, still drooling and as stupid as ever, stood alongside him, 
his big prick hanging straight down. 

"Get your asses covered!" Leon ordered, taking Virginia's arm and guiding 
her into the living room. The doorbell sounded again, sending its soft 
musical chimes throughout the house. 

Leon only bothered to slip on a pair of trousers. He did so with one hand, 
holding Virginia with the other. He looked about the room until he found the 
gleaming knife, then, picking it up, led Virginia to the door. 

"Now, lady, you can warn them and they may even be able to get away, but you 
be dead if you do. You be real nice and just tell 'em to come on in and join 
the party." He twisted her arm cruelly and shoved the knife blade against 
her back until the point of it pricked her flesh. Virginia opened the door 
prepared to tell them to run, to go away and call the police, having decided 
that it would be more noble to give her own life than have the girls 
attacked and raped and brutalized as she had been, but she didn't have the 
opportunity. She opened the door a crack and the two of them pushed right 
past her into the house. 

"I'm sorry to be so early, Mrs. Scholling, but we got our business attended 
to and we decided to..." Pain started to say before she stopped and her 
mouth remained open and she stared in disbelief at James. He was still nude 
and had made his way into the hall. 

Leon stepped from behind Virginia and leaped to the door. He firmly locked 
it. He threw Virginia against the two girls, almost causing the three of 
them to lose their balance. 

"PICO!" he bellowed, "GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!" 

Pico came running through the door and stopped just on their side of it. He 
looked at the immobilized girls and then whistled low and meaningfully. "I 
want the blonde, Leon," he said, his eyes running up and down the thoroughly 
frightened Mary. 

"Oooh, God'. Mrs. Scholling!" she cried, trying to move away from Pico's 
hungry eyes. 

"Aaaiieee!" Pain screamed and tried to run, causing Virginia's nerves to 
bunch up and the hair along the back of her neck to stand on end. 

Virginia looked at Pam then followed her frozen stare. Billy Boy was coining 
down the stairs, nude, very shyly, holding onto the banister and looking at 
the whole group with wide-eyed wonder. Virginia felt like killing him, then 
remembered that his clothes were in the living room. She turned her back to 
him and put her arms around the frightened girls. 

Tin sorry. They've been here for almost three hours. I...I tried to warn 
you...but they had a knife at my throat. I...I don't..." she began, wanting 
to help the girls. 

Leon cut her off abruptly. "Shut de fuck up! De girl virgins, dey here to 
see you nephew. Ain't that right, Mary?" 

"You..." she sputtered. "You were the one on the phone...I. . . Oh, God," 
she wailed, then began crying almost silently, her shoulders heaving with 
great wracking sobs. 

Virginia couldn't help herself. She raised her hand and smacked Leon in the 
face with all her strength and pent-up fury. The sound of her hand 
connecting with his cheek Hat on sounded throughout the small hallway, 
filling it with noise. His eyes flashed a look of pure hatred at her that 
made her want to vomit in fear. She knew he would never forgive her. 

"She jealous, girls. Yeah. She done fuck ev-everybody here and now she mad 
cause you come. Taint right, is it, honey?" he leered at Pam. 

Pam didn't-couldn't-answer. She was crying steadily, her whole body racked 
with sobs. Her face was in her hands and her breasts pushed tight against 
her arms. 

Leon reached over and took her arms in his hands, deliberately brushing her 
soft, full breasts as he did so. "When's I talk to you, answer me, honey, 
cause if you don't, I gets real balled and FUCKING MAD!" he ended with a 
bellow, causing Pam to sag into a near faint. 

"Let's all go into de salon," he laughed, pushing the frightened girl ahead 
of him then taking Virginia's arm and shoving her through the door. "Pico, 
you inuther, git de virgins some beer. Dey thirsty." 

"I don't drink, thank you," Mary said, very stiffly, in a very prissy 
schoolgirl manner that sounded ludicrous in the violence that filled the 
house. 

Virginia wanted to laugh. Then she felt like screaming. 

All the boys, including Billy Boy, laughed at her. Pico shrilled his high 
peal of laughter then took off after the beer. Leon took Mary's arm and 
threw her against James. 

"He teach you how, honey," Leon told her, then turned his gaze to Pain. "You 
gonna be a sweet piece!" he hissed, running his pink-palmed hands over her 
shaking shoulders. 

She shrank away from him and moved closer to Virginia. 

"Now girls, let's have de social niceties. Is Leon." He bowed from the 
waist. "And dat inuther dere, he Whitey or James or Horse, 'cause he got de 
biggest prick in de world." he laughed as the girls looked in horror at 
James's loose hanging, big headed penis. 

"And dis here, he a nice guy just been fuckin' de lady of de house, yore 
hostess for de day, VIR...GIN. He named Billy Boy." The latter named turned 
a deep red and refused to look at either of the trembling girls. "He shy, 
too," Leon continued, chuckling lewdly. "And dis fucker with de beer, he de 
lover of the whole bunch. He named Pico." 

A slimy grin spread over Pico's face. He passed everyone a can of beer, 
including Virginia, then took a long swallow of his own. He wiped his mouth 
with the back of his hand and looked at Mary and asked, "You speak Spanish, 
honey? I got chili in my pants." 

"Only if Leon says so," Virginia retorted in Spanish, very haughty and 
superior to the occasion. 

Pico drew hack his fist to rap Virginia hut Leon looked at him and spit out: 
"Knock it off. Let her talk! Words ain't never hurt nobody." 

"She's always putting me down, Leon," Pico whined like a child. "She don't 
have to do that all the time." 

"Be a man, fucker. You lissen to a woman talk, try to understand what she 
say, you gonna he crazy. Shit! Dey talk all de time. Ain't important." He 
took a long swallow of his beer and continued. "But now, VIR...GIN, doin' 
just like I done tol' you. She trying to keep you mad so you can't fuck dat 
little virgin dere." He indicated Mary with a sweep of his beer can, causing 
her to start crying all over again. "And me, Pam and I gonna make some 
sweet, jazzy music. And VIR...GIN, she ain't gonna be talking. Naw. Whitey, 
he gonna shove dat horse cock in her and she be quiet! Yeah. Ain't gonna 
hear nothing outta her!" He laughed hideously at his own joke and finished 
his can of beer. 

"Pico, let's have another beer before we start. Man, I got a thirst!" Leon 
handed Pico the empty can. 

"Yeah, Jefe, I get it." Pico took the empty can and his eyes still on the 
frightened Mary, said, as he ran his tongue over his lips, "Don't go away, 
Mary." He turned and went for the beer. 

"Oh, Mrs. Scholling, what are we going to do? Please!" the quivering girl 
implored in a child's voice, her young, slender body trembling with fear. 

"I don't know, but crying isn't going to help. We are surrounded by animals. 
They're not human," Virginia told her, speaking for Leon's benefit as she 
took the girl's quaking body in her arms. 

"What de fuck you talk about, lady? I done fuck you and you just hummed with 
pleasure. Mebbe you right-mebbe it ain't HUMAN and in dat case, de animals 
sure have de fun. But I think it human, VIR...GIN, 'cause you a human and 
you like it. Now I could tell de girls virgins-who ain't gonna be that way 
much longer-'bout you in detail and about de things I know about your 
Peter...guess I better say de minister so dere ain't no confusion...if you 
keep it up, I gonna tell," Leon threatened her. He noticed that the two 
girls listened intently to what he said, waiting perhaps for gossip they 
would never be able to use in any case after the day was over. 

"All right, Leon. That isn't necessary. You...she's a lady and we 
shouldn't..." Billy Boy stammered, his soft voice a welcome rebel in the 
mist of the fear and tension. Virginia couldn't help hut smile at him. 

"You right, BeeBee. She a good fuck, huh?" Leon asked. 

Billy Boy didn't answer. He turned and sat himself down in the chair that 
belonged to Peter. He refused to look at any of them, thereby having, to his 
own mind, cut himself off from the insanity of it all. 

"It's all right, Billy Boy," Virginia told him, still clutching the 
frightened girl to her. 

Then Pico returned with the beer. He reached for the can of beer Mary bad. 
She relinquished it readily. 

"You don't drink any, yet. You drink it, then I give you another." Pico 
smiled at her, trying to force her to take the near full can back. 

"I don't drink!" she screamed, refusing to put her hand around the cold, 
frosty can. 

"Maybe you'd better, Mary," Virginia told her. "It seems to help." 

Mary looked steadily at Virginia with her large, blue, innocent eyes, before 
tasting the beer. She made a face then tried bravely to smile. 

"Dis a nice party, but everybody dressed too much on such a warm day," Leon 
drawled, unzipping his trousers. "Let's all relax and we's gonna feel 
better." He removed his trousers. The two girls watched him in fascination. 
He didn't miss their inquisitive glances. "Come on now, girl virgins, you 
don't wanna stand round all hot and steamy in dem threads, do you?" 

Both of the girls shrank back against Virginia. She tightened her grip on 
them and spoke to Leon. "Please, Leon. Leave the girls alone. They're very 
young. You have already degraded and debased me...so...it doesn't matter. 
Don't bother them, please!" she pleaded. 

"You half right, VIR...GIN. Take off dat damned robe!" he ordered, then 
moved swiftly to her and threw the girls away from her clutches. He removed 
her robe swiftly and threw it into a heap on the floor. Virginia stood quite 
still, seeming more naked to herself with the girls there than she had been 
before. "James, Whitey, you come git her," Leon said. 

James loped over to Virginia and reached out his big paw for her. Virginia 
took a swipe at his face, catching his left jaw with her fingernails. 

"Uugh!" he groaned before locking his strong arms around her waist. He 
pulled and dragged her to the center of the floor and sat down, pulling her 
with him. His hands immediately went to her breasts. 

Pam and Mary were locked in each others' arms crying softly. They were 
looking at Virginia with disbelief in their eyes. She refused to meet their 
stares, knowing what they must be feeling about her. She felt James' hot, 
panting breath on her neck, his tugging at her breasts and because they had 
fallen to the floor as they had, his hardening prick was pushed up behind 
her into the crevice of her soft buttocks. She struggled but that only 
seemed to give him the advantage of working more closely against her flesh. 

"Come on, girl virgins, let me help you!" Leon laughed and reached for Mary. 
She drew back in fear, still clutching tightly to her friend Pam. 

"She's mine, Leon. You promised!" Pico shrilled, moving like a cat until he 
was there among the three of them. 

"So she yours, fucker. Get her clothes off. I wanna see dat virgin purity in 
a white skin," Leon retorted, dragging Pain up next to him. "Now, baby, 
let's not tear dat dress. I hep you." He took the zipper on the back of her 
dress and opened it without trouble. Pain was standing stock still, her eyes 
wide and unseeing, almost as though she were in a state of shock. He moved 
the light dress over her shoulders and whistled long and low when he saw her 
breasts. They were overly large and full for a girl her age and seemed to be 
packed firmly into her bra. 

Leon ran his hands over her soft, virginal skin, then cupped his hands under 
her smooth, rounded orbs. He bent his head and kissed each of them, then 
slid his arms around her and unclasped her bra. It jumped out from under her 
breasts as he removed the straps from her shoulders. She was sobbing, her 
whole body trembling, which made the large, firm tits move with quivering 
enticement. Leon stepped back and whistled softly with appreciation, then 
pushed her dress over her hips and let it fall to the floor about her feet. 

Pam covered her exposed breasts with her arms. Her whole body was covered 
with goose pimples. Except for her quiet sobbing and the husky, heavy 
breathing of the boys, the room was silent. 

Virginia had long since quit struggling against the strong arms of idiot 
James, so that now she looked Pam over carefully and tried to decide if the 
girl was in a state of shock. The young girl hardly seemed to notice what 
was happening to her and Virginia realized she was building up to some kind 
of explosion. 

Leon hooked his fingers in the band of her panties and started to move them 
over the sweeping curve of her hips. "NO!" she screamed suddenly and tried 
to push away from him. Leon grabbed her firmly by her waist, his large hands 
almost circling her, and somehow got his leg between hers, they toppled to 
the floor. In lightning-like movements he did what he had set out to do...He 
tore her panties from her viciously. 

Pam lay on the floor, her arm thrown over her eyes, utterly naked and 
beautiful, sobbing and shaking. 

Virginia looked at the trembling girl, her mind wandering through strange, 
divorced analytical thoughts. Her eyes surveying the young girl's beautiful 
breasts as they rose majestically up from her chest, firm and white and 
topped with large, lush, soft nipples of thrusting pink-ness. Her stomach 
was muscled, yet looked soft and smooth and her pubic hair was perfectly 
colored and shaped, dividing her lovely, innocent body into two parts and 
topping the beauty of her long legs divinely. Virginia felt a pang of 
jealousy. 

Before Virginia could examine more deeply her feeling about the girl on the 
floor there was a muffled scream from Mary. She looked quickly up at her. 
The girl was fighting with all her strength but it was a hopeless struggle. 
Pico ripped her dress to shreds then clawed viciously at her small, teenage 
breasts. 

"Take your clothes off, Mary, it'll be easier," Virginia ordered her with a 
strange, detached calmness. 

Mary looked at the calm, cool woman through blinding tears. She mechanically 
moved her hands to the clasps of her bra and undid it. It didn't jump away 
from her body as had Pain's but hung snugly to her breasts. Pico reached up 
and tore her bra straps over her shoulders and off her arms. She stood 
looking down at the floor, her small, firm mounds pert and taut, standing 
out defiantly from her small chest. Pico grabbed her half-slip and panties 
at the waist band and moved them rapidly over her hips. It occurred to 
Virginia that the girl was too thin, that she was underweight. Virginia s 
mind cried out to her. Oh God! What had happened to her! How could she 
possibly have such thoughts at a time like this! 

Mary was a true blonde. Her soft, silken pubic hair was almost as blond as 
the hair on her head and almost invisible. Her small body rocked with sobs 
as she tried to cover her breasts and her silken triangular mound at the 
same time. Pico moved her arm from her pert, heaving little breasts, then 
tried to move her other hand away from her thighs. She held tightly, trying 
to cover her shame, but he insisted. He caught the sensitive edges of her 
vaginal lips cruelly and harshly with his finger. 

"Aaaiiieee..." she screamed, filling the room with the sound. 

"Take it easy, Pico. You got lots of time," Leon drawled, his eye drooping 
and a small bit of spittle oozing from the corner of his mouth. "She gonna 
be a good fuck." 

"Man, I can't wait. I wanna fuck now. I been bringing the beer and getting 
everything ready, now I gotta wait more. Come on, Jefe, gimme a break," he 
pleaded, holding the girl's shivering body to his own, his prick hard now 
and pressed into her. 

"We all gonna fuck, but I gotta plan a little. Now I cain't enjoy dis tight 
little cunt," Leon motioned toward the supine Pain, "and keep an eye on ol' 
VIR...GIN dere at de same time. So, we gonna git James started, den we be 
fuckin' dem. How dat sound?" 

"Okay, okay. Let's get going!" Pico demanded, smearing the excited 
secretions from his hardened prick against the stomach of Mary over and over 
again. 

"You a wild fucker, Pico," Leon laughed. "Now, Whitey, you ready to fuck her 
good?" he said, turning his attention to James. 

James bobbed his head up and down and drooled at the mouth as he wiggled 
under Virginia and blew his hot breath on her neck. 

"Yeah. Ready," he moaned. His hard prick was pressing with urgency against 
her soft, yielding buttocks. 

Leon laughed. "You ain't never gonna git dat thing in lak dat, James. Get 
her on her back," he ordered, standing up in anticipation of aiding the 
inept idiot. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The fight was simply gone from Virginia. There was nothing for her to do, 
she felt numbly, except to submit to him. She realized that the girls were 
incapable of even helping themselves, let alone her. Pico, she knew, was at 
a dangerous stage, ready to do almost anything to satisfy himself. She knew 
that he wouldn't hesitate to heap whatever harm was necessary on the girl to 
have his way with her. She felt herself being moved around and placed on her 
back so that she was facing the other people in the room. The carpet felt 
good to her after the hot and clammy flesh of James but her shame and 
embarrassment still burned into her tortured mind as acute: all the people 
in the room looked intently at her open and revealing nakedness. 

So what? her mind interrupted coldly. Let them look. They'll only be seeing 
a preview of what is to come for them. How can I be noble and courageous 
after being so degraded and ill-used? Of course the girls can't imagine what 
I've been through, so it will be a shock to them no matter what takes place 
here. You'd better think of yourself, Virginia, and let everyone else worry 
about himself. 

She almost smiled, then lay still, enjoying the feel of the carpet and the 
startled looks of the girls. She wondered idly if either of them had ever 
seen a man nude before because one would certainly get the idea they hadn't 
by the way they were looking at James beside her. She warned herself that 
she was probably becoming hysterical since she was talking to herself. NOT 
ALOUD, THOUGH, an inner voice reminded her. THAT'S SOME IMPROVEMENT, another 
voice answered from the depth of her. 

She probably would have continued in that train of thought if James had not 
fallen on her and almost knocked the wind out of her fungt Her impulse was 
to fight-to claw and tear at him and rip him apart with her fingernails. But 
she couldn't match his strength. 

"Ughhh...Uuuggh," James slobbered, wetting her face with his spittle as he 
sought for her mouth with his own. 

Virginia turned her head from side to side, determined that he would not 
kiss her. The very thought of having his mouth clamped onto hers made her 
sick. She felt the unbelievably thick hardness of his hot prick as it 
throbbed against her stomach, burning into her soft flesh. She rolled under 
him, trying to dislodge him. He plowed into the unwilling flesh of her 
stomach with his huge, swollen penis which was beginning to feel to her like 
a live log rolling against her, and he continued to moan and slobber over 
her. 

"You ready to beg me, VIR...GIN?" Leon asked, standing tall above her. 

"COWARD!" she yelled at him, opening her mouth only briefly because James's 
was close and searching for hers. 

"I told you, VIR...GIN, you wanna beg me to fuck you, I do it and save you 
from ol' Whitey boy dere. 'Member dat? Now, if you ready to beg, I see my 
way to luck you and we find something else for Whitey to do. What you say, 
VIR...GIN?" His afflicted eye drooped more than it had before but for all 
that she thought she saw a glimmer of longing and kindness and pleading in 
the other one. 

Virginia wasn't about to give him any satisfaction, no matter how badly his 
ego might need it. "Beg you? You are crazy! COWARD!" she breathed, 
struggling mightily with the rutting James. 

"Okay, lady, I done say it, you done answer, so..." He then addressed James 
as he patted him on the head. "You ready put dat ol' horse cock in dat 
tight, warm pussy, boy?" 

"Ugh...Ugh," James replied, bobbing his head up and down. 

"BeeBee, you get over here and keep a tight hold on dat little cunt," he 
said, pointing to Pam, "so's she don't cause no trouble. Not too tight, and 
not in the wrong place. I gotta help ol' Whitey here, 'cause he ain't never 
gonna get that pole in lessen I help." Leon laughed and moved around to 
Virginia's feet; then he ordered James up. He took both her feet in his 
hands and pulled her legs up and back, almost bending them all the way back 
over her head and presenting the whole of her naked crotch to the eyes of 
the gaping people in the room. 

"Aaaaaiiieee..." Virginia screamed, the pain from the stretched muscles 
tearing at her back and thighs. 

"Put some fuckin' music on. Dis bitch gonna wake up every sleepin' dog in de 
neighborhood. Git one of de records dat little cunt bring," Leon bellowed, 
nodding his head in the direction of the wide-eyed, white-faced, scared 
Mary. 

Pico removed his hands from Mary's small breasts and asked her softly and 
strangely-much as though she were his fiance, "Honey, what records you 
bring? The Beatles? The Rolling Stones?" 

"Shut you fuck face and put de fuckin' music on. Ain't no bit of shit what 
record she bring! You think this some kind of jazz festival?" Leon growled, 
tightening his grip on Virginia's legs. She realized that he was on the 
verge of losing all self-control. 

What could she say to push him over the brink? If she should find the right 
thing, how far could she go-how far would he go? Would she endanger the 
lives of the two girls as well as her own? She had been around him long 
enough to know that he was insane, truly, and that his moments of sanity 
didn't last long. She had pushed him to the verge before and she had seen 
him try hard to keep his self-control. And, she realized, with alarm, he 
wouldn't hesitate to kill all of them, including the other boys, if he 
should happen to cross that thin, threadlike line. She decided to keep her 
mouth shut. 

"BABY WON'T YOU LIGHT MY FlRE?" blared out from the stereo. 

"Dat appropriate, VIR...GIN, 'cause he gonna light your fire." Leon laughed, 
giving her legs a tug. Then, "Okay, Whitey, she ready. Ram dat rod home, all 
de way into dat nice warm little pussy," he shouted above the voice of 
Feliciano, the singer. 

Virginia felt his huge, hot prick head touch her vagina and she knew it 
would never work. God! Oh God! He'd tear her apart! He felt like a giant, 
wriggling boa constrictor against her, throbbing thickly and heavily against 
her soft lips. She heard one of the girls gasp but she couldn't tell which 
one it was. 

"PUSH, YOU DUMB FUCKER!" Leon hollered, tearing cruelly at her legs. 

James pushed. The huge head of his prick slipped just inside her soft cuntal 
lips. She cried out in pain as she felt her soft, yielding vagina being 
ripped apart and knew that he was splitting her and he hadn't even really 
started. She gasped for breath, the pain searing her vagina and rushing to 
all parts of her body. He lunged again and rammed his pole-hard prick 
another couple of inches into her. 

"AAAAAaaaaggglihh...Aaahh..." she moaned, trying to move away from him. She 
couldn't. Leon held onto her legs firmly and James continued to push and 
lunge into her, moving his pole into her tortured, stretched vagina an inch 
at a time, tearing and ripping and filling the inside of her until she could 
take no more. She felt as though she were being stretched over a flaming 
fire plug. 

"Aaaaaaiiiiiiee.ee..." she screamed abruptly when he had bunched up his 
muscles and shoved almost half of his hard, thick cock up her soft, almost 
dry opening, tearing and splitting and cramming her to a point of bursting. 

Mary thought she was going to pass out. She was sitting on the couch, 
directly in front of Virginia, as she watched. She couldn't believe what was 
taking place before her. Pico was sitting beside her, his large hands on her 
small breasts, not an unpleasant sensation for her, and his fingers had long 
since aroused her nipples to a hardness that was frightening to her. Her 
whole body seemed to be on fire, starting and burning more forcefully in the 
area of her breasts, and never before had she had such a feeling. 

She thought that Mrs. Scholling was beautiful and somehow a martyr as she 
lay nude on the floor in front of them, her helplessly unprotected vagina 
directly open to that grunting, lewd animal on top of her. Mary simply 
couldn't believe nor accept the largeness of James' penis. It was mammoth! 
She had never seen a boy naked, so before today she couldn't for the life of 
her imagine what they carried between their legs. But being in the mist of 
four naked boys and two naked women-even if the other one was a girl her own 
age-was strangely not as terrifying as it had been at first. She had been 
terribly frightened, then her body had heated as it had never done before, 
but Mrs. Scholling had lieen so calm and cool and had seemed so detached 
and-well, just so above it all-that she had relaxed somewhat. Nothing in her 
previous experience had prepared her for something like what was happening 
before her eyes, however, and to the wife of the minister! 

She looked at Mrs. Scholling and saw the big ape of a man or boy on top of 
her, his long, huge pole thickly veined and so round and thick, moving into 
the pinkness of Mrs. Scholling and realized for the first time how very 
painful it must be to her. Virginia's screaming had rocked the thought home 
to her quite force-fully. She saw James' huge penis plowed halfway up the 
opening that seemed so small for it and saw the woman's soft, pink straining 
lips stretching around the swollen shaft until it seemed beyond human 
endurance and her realization of the pain that Mrs. Scholling must be 
enduring rocked through her own virginal body. She shuddered and Pico 
tightened his grip on her. He took her small breast in one hand and with his 
other took her hand in his and moved it down his thigh until she felt it 
touch the pulsing hotness of his penis, which was now hard and throbbing to 
her touch. She tried to move it, to withdraw her hand from contact with his 
fiery, alien shaft of flesh, but he forced it to stay there. It felt to her 
much like the throbbing of the heart of a bird. 

Mary's breathing was coming hard to her, bursting from her lungs in heated 
waves. She looked at the lovely figure of Mrs. Scholling being ravished by 
that beast and instead of trying to help her, she sat almost complacently 
nude herself, holding onto a boy's penis. Her shame was intense, but the 
scene before her was something she had never even imagined, let alone 
thought to see in her whole life and she was powerless. 

Suddenly she was aware of Pico's hot breath on her neck. She moved away from 
him, arching her slim, young body, and he made a grab for her, accurately, 
and drew her to him forcefully. She felt his hot mouth on hers, her very 
first real kiss, and found at first that it strangely wasn't as unpleasant 
as she had thought it would be. Suddenly the wetness of his tongue probed, 
pressing against her lips and repulsed her. She opened her mouth to tell him 
to stop and he rammed his tongue fully into her open mouth. She tried to 
move her head away from him, but he came after her, swiftly and surely, 
never losing the cavity of her mouth with his hot, probing tongue. 

She felt his hands exploring her body, burning into the flesh wherever he 
touched her. They glided over her hips, which were-even though they were 
slim-full and well rounded, and then to her stomach and up to her small 
breasts again. He grasped her nipples tightly and squeezed until he hurt 
her. His tongue still worked with lightning-like strokes in her mouth and 
nothing she could do permitted her to get rid of it. She didn't realize that 
she was still holding onto the hard shaft of his penis-using it almost as 
though it was a sort of anchor to steady herself with. 

Pam, sitting on the opposite end of the couch, thought she was going to be 
sick. Billy Boy had his arm around her smooth, white shoulders, but he had 
made no move to molest her. She knew that she was destined to be-her mind 
couldn't accept the word fucked-coupled with Leon, because he had told her 
so. And she knew beyond doubt that he was the leader of the gang of boys. He 
had given the orders, had told each of them what to do and they had jumped 
at his every command. 

Pam had experienced the feeling of desire. She had made up her mind long ago 
that she was what was known as a fast maturing girl. She had noticed the 
other girls in gym class, of course, and was able to compare herself with 
them. She had come out on the credit side of the ledger always. She knew 
that she had large and well-shaped breasts, that her hips were well rounded 
and full enough to lie the hips of a full matured woman. Alone in bed at 
night she had massaged her breasts, causing the nipples to harden and scream 
with desire. She had known, of course, that that was a sinful practice but 
the rush of desire rose so strongly and fiercely that she had never been 
able to stop until she had moved her hands downward and achieved a solitary 
fulfillment and completion. Hut never with a hoy! 

Strangely enough, she admired Leon. He seemed to be in complete control and 
except for the tearing of her clothes, he had been most kind and courteous 
to her. His language was bad--very sinful--but all boys used bad words. That 
hadn't bothered her too much. The thing that she found the most difficult to 
believe was Mrs. Scholling s acceptance of things, so calmly and with so 
much control. 

Pain thought with embarrassment about her crush on Mr. Scholling-Peter, she 
whispered the name to herself-and the times she had wished secretly that 
something would happen to the beautiful woman who was on the floor nude in 
front of them now. She had been more than excited when she had spoken to 
Leon on the telephone. That he should have a nephew that might look 
something like him (Peter-Mr. Scholling) was more than she could have hoped 
for, but she had. She had even, she remembered bitterly, confided to Mary 
that she had had a crush on Mr. Scholling for almost a year. 

Pam had secretly stolen glances at the boys and had compared their physiques 
and their dangling sex organs. When her mind had taken in the fact of the 
largeness of James' prick, who she classified as a halfwit at best, she had 
gasped, causing Leon to laugh and promise her that she would never have to 
worry about James if she didn't resist Leon too much. What a position to be 
in! She moaned quietly to herself and moved a little closer to the 
protection of Billy Boy. 

Pam had watched Leon take Mrs. Scholling's feet and force her beautiful legs 
up and back over her head, revealing for all eyes the open, pink slit of her 
defenseless vagina. Pam had felt infinitely sorry for the poor woman, lying 
there so exposed and yet somehow so cool and in control of the situation. 
She had stolen a glance at the idiot James and her mind had been staggered 
at the hugeness of his penis. She knew beyond doubt that he would never be 
able to ram that big pole up and into Mrs. Scholling's soft, tender, exposed 
vagina. It just would never go. Now she watched in amazement as the hugeness 
of James was fitted half-way into the woman's soft, unprotected opening. 

Virginia's screams had torn at Pam's nerves. The idea of having that huge 
wedge driven up between her own legs had gone a long way toward making her 
sick. She realized that she had trembled when Mrs. Scholling had let out the 
first scream, because Billy Boy-who, she readily admitted to herself, was 
the most handsome boy there-had tightened his grip on her shoulders. 

The second time she had screamed, without realizing what she was doing, Pam 
had dropped her head to Billy Boy's chest, needing the protection and the 
healing powers of his closeness. She had closed her eyes to the scene taking 
place before her and started a prayer asking forgiveness for having wished 
that something would happen to Mr. Scholling in the past... 

The woman in her thoughts struggled feebly on the floor and felt as though a 
sledge hammer had been driven up into her insides. James' hard, thick prick 
was wedged solidly into her, driven painfully almost up to the extreme limit 
of her tortured vagina, and he wasn't half-way in yet. She could feel the 
inner walls of her body being torn and ripped and crammed still fuller. She 
knew he was getting ready to plunge more and more into her and she realized 
with a certain accepted finality that she would never be able to bear it 
without passing out cold. She felt Leon push at her feet and knew he was 
bending her legs back more to permit James easier passage. Then she felt it, 
the whole pole-hardness of him tear jarringly into her and his huge 
bell-like balls smack hard into the naked, upturned crevice of her buttocks. 

"OOOOoooogggghhh...Aaaaaaie..." she managed before a thorough blackness 
swiftly settled over her, blocking out the existing world for her. She had 
fainted dead away. 

James rammed his large prick into the soft wetness of her and could have 
screamed out, matching hers in tone and volume, with the pain and joy that 
his ramming into her had caused him. The tightness, hot and wet and 
prickling, had enclosed all of his throbbing prick that he had managed to 
shove into her, hinting deep down, deliciously, all along his prick to the 
very roots of it. In truth, he appreciated no other feeling. He knew he was 
not as smart as most other boys his own age but his thinking went only that 
far. He had been looked after, more or less, by boys his own age for a long 
time. 

James grew up on a farm. At the age of six he had been literally kicked in 
the head by a horse while he was alone, out riding by himself. 

He had dismounted to urinate and the next thing he knew he was on the 
ground, looking up into a swimming world, one hazy and full of waves 
containing all things: sky, clouds, birds with long, swooping wings, trees 
and his horse standing over him, a couple of feet away. He didn't remember 
having been kicked and his world was changed so greatly that it couldn't 
have mattered anyway. He climbed onto the horse and rode back to the barn, 
which he no longer remembered and his mother had found him there hours 
later. 

Having lived his life in sub-normal intelligence since that day, he was 
often the butt of jokes of boys his own age. He was the one who had to fuck 
the young heifer while the others held her. It was only the abnormal 
mas-siveness of his penis that had lessened the derision he would otherwise 
have found in the eyes of the other boys. They had paid the overly-aged 
local prostitutes to lay James and as often as not they made one of the 
conditions of their getting paid that they be allowed to watch. To James it 
mattered not. He lived only when he was fucking, when his prick was deep 
into some soft, wet, warm hole, throbbing as though it were being strangled 
to death. He had never had a fuck without that feeling. It never occurred to 
him that he might be hurting a woman: he was capable of only one feeling at 
a time and he had never muddled his already hazy thinking by considering the 
other person. 

The same was true now with Virginia. He had kissed the sweet essence of her 
vagina, had licked and sucked and drawn the heavenly juices from her and in 
his own dim thinking he had known that she had liked that. It stood to 
reason in his mind that she would like him now, as he pounded his hugeness 
deep into her, because she acted just like all the other women did: she was 
absolutely still under him. 

He pushed deep into her, hitting the hardness of her cervix and sweet pain 
shot up the length of his hard pole and spread out to his legs, causing his 
toes to curl up in defense of his cock. He withdrew slightly, hearing her 
scream, then rammed back in, all the way to the very center of her, and 
ground down fully, causing the head of his prick to smart and burn and ache 
terribly. He knew he had reached a sort of testing point, so he dug his toes 
into the carpet, tightened his muscles and slammed deeper into the soft, 
resisting cunt with all his force. Painfully, his prick drove all the way 
in, right up to the center of all heat and life and enjoyment-for him. 

"Aaagggh..." he moaned, pushing and shoving and pounding and ramming in with 
all his might, oblivious to the pain to himself and unaware of the pain he 
was causing Virginia. 

Leon stood above them, feeling weak in the legs. He could feel the tearing 
and ripping of her cunt (so sweet and tender and welcoming to his own hard 
prick just a short time ago) right through her soft, white legs that he was 
holding back over her body. He had watched James' big-headed prick 
disappearing slowly in the confusion of her pink cunt lips and black pubic 
hair and had wanted to crush in the maniacal idiot's head. Now he couldn't 
take anymore. 

He dropped her legs and watched them slowly slide down the moving, churning 
body of James. He turned away in disgust. He had helped James because, as he 
had told others, "Dat ol' boy ain't never gonna find a hole big enough to 
enter with ease," and certainly Virginia (how he loved her name!) was no 
exception. Leon had been grateful to her for passing out, even though it had 
taken her some time to do it. 

Oddly enough, he liked her. She was the most different woman he had ever 
met, pretty and lovely and almost unspoiled. He liked her beautiful body, 
white like rich milk, her breasts standing so noble and yet firm and proud 
from her chest, the nipples soft and warm and then hard and hot under his 
fingers. If she hadn't tried to escape, if she hadn't tried to show the 
others by what a thin thread he hung on to what little authority he had, he 
would never have permitted James to fuck her like he was doing now. He would 
have given him one of the younger ones instead. 

But she had, god-damn her, he told himself, so she'd just have to pay for 
it. Leon considered it ironic that she had never really been fucked If she 
had belonged to him-which could never have been under any circumstance-he 
would have loved her to death. He couldn't imagine what her husband could be 
like, not enjoying the beauty and richness of her body. Well, he thought, 
it's too late now anyway and looked away. 

He turned to the couch where Billy Boy sat with Pam. A strange thought 
struck him: he didn't want her, not Pam. He didn't want to fuck a virgin, 
not today, not after having the pleasure of Virginia. He wished that he 
could call it all off, that he could start the day over again, that he could 
come into the yard by himself and talk to her and court her properly and 
come into the house with her wanting him just as he wanted her and the two 
of them being honest about the whole thing and he undressing her slowly and 
being startled at the wonder of her beautiful body and full of the knowledge 
that she wanted him just for herself, without being forced to want and 
accept him and..."FUCK IT!" he murmured, throwing himself down into a chair. 

"What?" Billy Boy asked. 

"Nothin'. Not a fuckin' thing." He didn't look at any one of them. 

"UGH...UGH...UGH..." James grunted every time he rammed his lust-hardened 
cock into the unconscious Virginia. 

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, WHITEY!" Leon yelled, not realizing that he was doing so. 

"What's the matter, Jefe? You jealous of that big prick he got?" Pico asked, 
a laugh in his voice as he held tightly to Mary's little breasts. 

Leon flew up from the chair he was sitting in as though he had been shot out 
of it. He took two steps, dropped his right shoulder and lashed out at Pico 
with a balled up fist that caught him just below the eye. Leon felt the bone 
in Pico's cheek connect with the bones in his hand in a jarring and 
splitting break. He watched as Pico's eyes widened, then slowly closed and 
his head, having come to an upright position after the blow, began to move 
slowly sideways and then the rest of his body followed and he fell across 
the nubile nakedness of Mary. 

"AAAAaaaiiieee..." she screamed in utter terror. 

"Shut up, you. dumb fuck. You watch dat woman gettin' ruined for life, what 
de fuck you feel for her, huh? You get hot pants just watching." He stood 
with his feet apart, rocking gently on the halls of his feet, ready to close 
her mouth for good with his fist if she opened it again. She didn't. She 
lowered her eyes and her hands went to the hack of Pico's head. 

Leon turned away from her and walked to the couch where Billy Boy was 
sitting. He was exhausted. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

James was not bothered by the heavy thinking that consumed Leon. 

He continued to pound and pump like an animal gone wild into Virginia's open 
vagina. 

He was surprised that she didn't, after a time, respond, but he wasn't 
bothered by it. He had shot his gun once: his hot, spurting semen had roared 
through his large prick, erupting against the core of her, lubricating the 
tight passage and making it easier for him, less painful, to rock in and out 
of her smallness. He hadn't slowed, hadn't changed his rhythm at all. He 
had, he knew, moaned and groaned aloud because Leon had spoken harshly to 
him. So he had stopped all audible sound and continued to prod and pound 
relentlessly into her in silence. He knew he could do this for hours on end, 
never tiring, never faltering in his desire and ability to continue. 

James would pull the whole of his long thick prick out of her pink, clasping 
tightness, then ram it back in with all his force, enjoying the feeling that 
crawled over his flesh, starting at the head of his prick and traveling up 
the length of it, then to his balls and somehow to his groin and over his 
legs and up his back and eventually to the tips of his fingers and toes. 
Sometimes he would ram in to the tightness fully and then move his hips and 
grind down hard against the center of her until he could feel her heart 
throbbing strongly against the head of his cock. 

He moved his hands to her soft buttocks and cupped his fingers into her 
smooth, white flesh and moved her against him, grinding and pounding into 
her with all his strength. He tried to remember not to cry out his pleasure, 
when the happy feeling struck him, but just to continue to move into and out 
of the warm, tight tunnel. 

He felt Virginia move under him, a slight movement, so he squeezed her 
buttocks tightly and ground down deep and rammed in with all his strength, 
hoping that she would wake up and help him to have that glorious feeling 
again. 

"Aaaaggghhh..." she moaned under him, her mouth moving only slightly to 
permit the sound to escape her throat. Her eyelids moved jerkily, then 
relaxed again, closing her eyes without having revealed them hilly. 

Virginia felt as though she were being torn apart with a huge round of 
burning metal. Her body was crammed so full of the hardness and the 
thickness of his jamming and ramming rod that it was killing her. She 
realized that she had avoided the worst part of the pain by closing out her 
very existence, but when James had spewed his hot semen into her it had 
revived her somewhat, bringing her to a state of semi-consciousness. 

She was determined not to look into his ugly face. He tore and rammed into 
her exhausted, tortured cunt without concern for her, filling and re-filling 
her with his hot semen. She felt his hands dig cruelly into her buttocks and 
was grateful for a couple of seconds that some of the pain was diverted from 
her insides to her pain-wracked buttocks. 

But not for long. 

He had pressed her buttocks wider apart, then moved his large finger into 
the rubbery tissue of her anus, then shoved it harshly into her rectum, 
causing a searing pain there that somehow met with the painful tearing and 
ripping of her vagina. She had been on the point of recovering consciousness 
when he had done that. Now a blackness closed over her mind again, numbing 
her body into an unfeeling that she fully welcomed. 

"You wanna fuck dat virgin, BeeBee, you go ahead. I'm tired," Leon said, 
slumping in the chair. He closed his good eye but the other never quite 
closed entirely. The drooping lid drooped a little more than usual, but 
remained a fraction of an inch from the bottom lid, giving him the 
appearance of seeing everything that was taking place in the room. He was 
asleep almost before the words were out of his mouth, however. 

Billy Boy tightened his hold on the trembling shoulders of the frightened 
Pam. He didn't say anything, knowing that in all probability Leon was 
sleeping or had passed out or had gone from the world in one manner or 
another. In the last two days Billy Boy had come to understand Leon's 
various moods, if not the emotional upheavals themselves. He sat quietly, 
watching the scene of horror that was taking place on the floor, cringing 
every time James withdrew his large horse cock from her wet pinkness and 
digging his fingers into Pam when he rammed it back into her. 

"Please...Billy Boy..." Pam said. 

He put his hand over her mouth and indicated with his eyes that she was not 
to speak. She understood him immediately. She relaxed against him, their two 
young bodies contrasting in color most beautifully. He moved his hands to 
her large breasts and massaged them carefully, rubbing the nipples gently 
between his fingers. He felt them harden slightly and her body seemed to 
arch upward toward his fingers. 

He moved her back against the couch and found her lips with his, then forced 
his tongue into her mouth, against her teeth and then to her tongue and down 
into her throat. She moaned softly around his probing tongue and her small 
hands caught him around the waist. 

Billy Boy turned his body around, grateful for the feel of her hands on his 
body, so that he could be in a better position for kissing. As he did so her 
hands lost their tentative hold on him and slipped to his penis. She gasped, 
withdrawing her hand immediately. He moved it back to his hardness and 
carefully placed her fingers around it, kissing her violently all the while. 
Her resistance lagged. She relaxed her struggling, then she violently 
clasped his hard prick in her small hand. 

"Oooh...Ooh," she cried out suddenly in a small, childish voice that was 
filled with desire. 

Billy Boy withdrew his mouth from hers and kissed her neck, then moved his 
lips to her cheek and nibbled at her ear lobe and poked his tongue carefully 
into her ear, blowing his hot breath in after his tongue. 

"Oh...Oooooohhh," she moaned as her fingers dug into his throbbing rod. 

He kissed the soft lushness of her breasts and they trembled under his 
mouth. He took a nipple and sucked gently, then violently at it, the 
largeness of it filling his mouth. He felt her rise up to meet him and he 
thought she was going to pull his hard prick out of its socket. He moved her 
gently to the floor, his mouth still firmly attached to her rock hard 
nipple, and guided her gently to position then melted down on top of her, 
his prick resting hotly on her soft, firm stomach. 

"Oh...Ooooh...Oh, God," she whispered. 

That was encouragement enough to Billy Boy. He kissed her violently, on and 
in the mouth and around the breasts, rubbing and feeling her lush, nubile 
body. She rocked and moved under him, still grasping his prick firmly in her 
small hand. 

He kissed her under the breasts, then at the top of her stomach and bit 
gently at her flesh, lips and tongue and teeth all over her white softness 
to the small, virginal mound between her thighs. 

He moved his hot mouth to her mound of pubic hair, which was downy and 
silken to his lips. He spread her legs and moved them apart and looked at 
the moist pinkness of her virginal untouched nether lips, then with his 
thumbs moved them apart and kissed her softly-tracing his tongue around the 
warm, moist lips of her vagina until his mouth found the rising bud of her 
throbbing clitoris. 

"OOOoooohhhh..." she cried softly, her hands on the back of his head now, as 
she thrust her sweetness violently toward his searching mouth. 

Billy Boy touched her pink cuntal lips with his tongue then probed it in 
short bursts into the velvet warmth that so eagerly awaited him. She bucked 
toward him and moaned deep and low in her throat. He probed on in, 
carefully, ramming his tongue into her expectant and innocent opening as far 
as it would go. 

"Oooooooohh...Aaaaahhhh..." she groaned, moving her hips about and around 
and up and down. 

Billy Boy's probing tongue again touched her near-hard clitoris. He pushed 
it to the upper wall of her trembling vagina and pressed it there with all 
his force. Pam lost all control. She began to grind and shove against his 
face with startling strength. He ran his tongue in and out of her tight 
opening, inhaling the delicious odor of her deeply, then caught her soft 
vaginal lips with his teeth. 

She clamped her legs around his neck tightly and pulled his head toward her 
with all the strength of her body. He released himself violently and threw 
his body back up over her, positioning his large, throbbing prick against 
her soft cuntal lips, ready to shove into her, to ram all the way into the 
inner depth of her unused softness. 

Billy Boy looked at her young, unmarred face. It was beautiful. Her full 
lips were slightly parted and her tongue was between her teeth. She was 
breathing heavily through her nose, causing the nostrils to flare out and 
then draw back. Her eyes were closed, her long, silky lashes seeming to 
brush her red cheeks. There was a line of moisture on her upper lip. 

Never before had he seen such a beautiful girl, a virgin girl, waiting just 
for him, desire written blatantly across her features. He looked at her a 
long time, enjoying the simple beauty of her, his own feelings suspended 
somewhere in the air above him. He could have screamed with pleasure. 

A scream did rend the air. 

But not from Billy Boy. 

Mary screamed! 

It burst from her throat in animal like passion, filling the room, rocking 
from wall to wall and seeming to meet itself somewhere just over Billy Boy's 
head. 

He fell to the floor immediately on one side of Pam ready for whatever 
danger threatened. He looked up just in time to see Pico, blood streaming 
from his nose and eyes and mouth, his jaw concave, lunge for Leon with a 
knife. 

Billy Boy jumped to his feet, unable to make a sound, and moved quickly 
behind Pico. 

Leon had been faster than either of them. He had thrown his body from the 
chair to the floor and somehow was standing in an upright position in a 
split second. 

Pico struck the back of the chair, exactly where Leon's face would have been 
had he not moved so rapidly. He withdrew the knife, making a gurgling noise 
in his throat, then dived at Leon with the knife again. 

Billy Boy hit him from behind, somewhere in the area of the shoulders and he 
fell heavily onto the couch. 

Leon sprang like a panther. He grabbed the knife that had skidded crazily 
across the floor and then a silly, lopsided grin got fixed on his face and 
he looked directly at the now weeping Pico. 

"No, Leon, no. Please..." Billy Boy pleaded, taking a step toward him. 

"Stay away, BeeBee. This fucker done give me enough trouble for a lifetime. 
He through." Leon spoke without inflection, his voice low and cold. His good 
eye was fixed on the cringing Pico. Then he took a step toward him. 

"AAAAAaaaiiieeee..." Mary screamed again. 

She never seemed to stop. Her scream was taken up by the wail of a siren 
that came to a shrill halt very close to the house, which was, in its turn, 
taken up by another and another and another. 

Leon's eyes widened. His step faltered. He looked at each of them, slowly, 
and finally his glance fell on the rutting and snorting James. He stepped 
quickly around Billy Boy and took James by the hair of the head and yanked 
his head back cruelly. "DAT ENOUGH, WHI-TEY" he bellowed. 

James seemed to float upward. He withdrew his horse cock hesitantly from 
Virginia's cunt and stood up over her, obediently waiting for instructions 
from Leon. 

They came: "Get your clothes on, Whitey. We gotta make a break for it." 

James turned without question and went toward his pile of clothes, his prick 
still hard and thick and standing straight out from his body. 

Leon went to the couch and picked the frightened, bloody Pico up by the arm. 
"Get your clothes on, fucker. We gotta run for it," he said without emotion. 

Billy Boy was amazed. All the fight seemed to have gone out of Leon. He had 
never heard him speak so gently to Pico before. Billy Boy heard a groan and 
focused his attention to the floor where Virginia was lying. 

Her eyes fluttered open. He could have cried. He reached over and took her 
arm and helped her gently to a standing position. She weaved back and forth 
and put her hand to her forehead. He very carefully guided her to the couch 
and forced her to sit beside Pam, who still looked at him with eyes filled 
with compassion and desire. 

"She reminds me of my mother," Billy Boy said lamely to Pam. 

Leon was dressed and standing by the window, holding the drape aside 
slightly and looking out to the street. "They're all in front," he mumbled 
in a soft whisper. Then without turning he spoke to Billy Boy: "You ain't 
goin', BeeBee. Your clothes are upstairs. I put 'em in the other room." He 
moved away from the window and placed himself in front of Virginia, his legs 
apart, his arms hanging loosely at his sides. 

"I apologize, lady. Not for me and you..." He faltered, a tear slipped down 
his cheek. "I liked that and so did you." He breathed deeply, obviously 
trying to regain his self-control, then, "But I'm sorry for him...it was my 
fault." He flicked his head in the direction of James who was dressed and 
grinning idiotically. "I'm leaving BeeBee here, lady. He your problem." 

Leon took a step backwards and then turned abruptly and pushed Pico toward 
the door. "We try to make it to de car," he said, taking James by the arm. 

Billy Boy stood and watched them go. He felt as though he were completely 
lost. He breathed deeply, then dashed up the stairs just as a bull horn came 
on in front of the house. A deep, amplified voice followed him all the way 
to the top of the stairs, giving instructions to "COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS 
IN THE AIR." 

Bills' Boy entered the same room in which he had bedded down with Virginia. 
He was surprised to see his clothes piled there neatly, and wondered at the 
care Leon had taken. He took his trousers and slipped into them hurriedly, 
then went to the closet and took a robe for Virginia. He started to leave 
the room then stopped and quickly put on his shirt. He decided to carry his 
shoes down in his hands. 

He moved toward the door. Suddenly he heard voices and shouts that had to 
come from the back of the house, directly under the bedroom window. He 
turned and crept cautiously back into the room and positioned himself next 
to the window. 

Glancing cautiously out he saw James running like a bull across the yard. 
His hands flew up in the air almost at the same time Billy Boy heard a gun 
discharge. James half way turned toward the house again; his body jerked 
spasmodically when another bullet tore into him near the shoulder. Then he 
fell, twisted out of shape, his arms over his head and his legs entwined 
together. 

Billy Boy heard the roar of an engine and knew that it was the powerful 
Cadillac Leon had stolen, the one they had arrived in. He looked to the 
clump of bushes that almost succeeded in hiding the car and saw the smoke 
from the exhaust fill the air about the bushes. Tires squealed, threw gravel 
against a building, two blasts of a gun split the air, there was a all kinds 
of uniformed men were running through the back yard. 

Billy Boy turned from the window and ran swiftly down the stairs. He helped 
Virginia up from the couch and into the robe, pulling the lapels so that her 
large breasts were completely covered. The two girls were dressed and 
crying. Mary had on the robe Virginia had worn previously. They held on to 
each other for dear life. 

"Virginia?" Billy Boy spoke, still holding onto her arm. 

"What? What do you want?" Virginia asked in a soft voice, surprising the 
hell out of him. He had thought her to be in a complete state of shock. 

"You're all right!" he exploded, relief Hooding his body and mind. "I 
thought...I was afraid..." 

"Are the others dead?" Virginia asked without emotion. 

"I...I don't know. James is...but, well, I heard the car start and then 
shots and an explosion...but I don't know." Billy Boy stopped talking and 
looked at her closely. 

She ignored him. She addressed herself to the two girls. "Are you all right? 
Were either of you molested?" 

"No," they whimpered in unison, a hint of disappointment creeping into their 
voices. 

Virginia laughed bitterly. "Don't worry alwut it. Your time will come if the 
world keeps going like it is now." Then suddenly she was crying. Billy Boy 
helped her to sit down. He stood in front of her and put his hand on top of 
her head. 

Virginia looked up at him, tears running down her cheeks, then took his hand 
in hers. "He left you here on purpose, you know. He didn't want you to die. 
He put your safety in my hands." 

Virginia would have said more, Billy Boy felt sure, but suddenly the front 
door banged open and the room filled with uniformed men, sheriffs and police 
officers. 

"STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE!" a voice boomed. "GET YOUR HANDS OVER YOUR HEAD 
OR YOU'RE DEAD!" 

Billy Boy started to do as he was told, but Virginia held firmly onto his 
hand. She looked at the police officer and said quietly, "Whom do you think 
you're speaking to, officer?" 

"Him, of course," the big man said, looking steadily at Virginia. 

"This is my nephew. Did you get the other three...I mean did you get the 
three boys?" 

The police officer snorted, then moved toward her. "You mean to tell me, 
Mrs. Scholling, that this...this boy here, is your nephew?" he wanted to 
know, ignoring her question. 

"I mean to tell you nothing, officer. You are intruding in my home. Where is 
my husband?" 

"Now look, lady..." he began. 

"When you address me you do it properly!" Virginia yelled at him, standing 
and clutching the robe about her tightly. "I asked where my husband is and I 
want to know immediately. Do you understand me?" She sounded close to 
hysteria. 

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Scholling. Your husband is on his way here." He looked 
closely at Virginia as he spoke to her. 

"Good. You will kindly wait outside until he arrives. Now!" Virginia almost 
shouted at the police officer. 

"Yes ma'am," he said, puzzled at a scene so different from what he'd 
expected, then turned and walked through the door. 

Virginia sat down heavily on the couch. She wiped her hair back from her 
forehead and looked at the two girls. "Move over here, please," she 
indicated a place next to her on the couch. 

Pam and Mary, still holding tightly to each other, did as they were told. 
They looked at Virginia and then Pam's eyes traveled over the lace of Bills 
Boy most honestly. 

"For three years my husband and I have tried to give you all the knowledge 
that we have of Christianity. I hope we have succeeded. I call upon the two 
of you now to call forth all your Christian beliefs and help me...to 
help...him." She looked at Billy Boy and tried to smile. 

"Ooooooh, Mrs. Scholling!" Mary exclaimed, then threw herself sideways on 
the couch. 

"Sit up, Mary. This is not a time for weakness. I must have your help. 
Peter, Mr. Scholling, will be here shortly and I cannot lie to him about 
Billy Boy. He knows I have no nephew. But, I think he may back me up if we 
go about telling him what has happened here properly. We don't want him to 
be hanged, do we now?" 

"Oh no, Mrs. Scholling," they both replied, through a veil of tears. 

"Fine. As long as we understand each other. Now Pam, Mary, we must think of 
some way to keep him out of the clutches of the law. We must." She smiled 
weakly at Billy Boy. 

His heart melted. He couldn't believe that she would be so kind to him-just 
like his own mother before she died-as she was. He knew that if he were 
asked he would walk through fire for her. He reached blindly for her hand 
and clasped its softness tightly to him. 

Epilogue 

Virginia's reverie was broken by the nurse who came to return the baby to 
the nursery. She looked up in astonishment at her, then remembered where she 
was, safe and sound, a mother in a hospital, her child in her arms. 

"Were you sleeping, Mrs. Scholling?" the nurse asked, moving directly toward 
the bed and reaching for the child. 

"No. I was...sort of dreaming...or thinking about a day long ago. He's 
wonderful," she said, hugging her baby to her. 

"He is indeed. And he must be returned to the nursery. He needs his rest 
just as you do, mother." The nurse smiled sweetly. "Have you decided on a 
name yet?" 

Virginia smiled brightly. "Yes, I certainly have. I decided sometime ago but 
I had to have the person who carries the name agree with me. It will be 
Peter Huntington Scholling the third." 

"Good. We don't want nameless babies here. I saw the 'second' coming down 
the hall. I'll send him in and I want him out of here in ten minutes, Mrs. 
Scholling. Agreed?" She had the baby in her arms and stood by the door 
waiting for Virginia's answer. 

"Agreed," Virginia smiled. 

"Hello, Peter. Your namesake just left. Did you see him?" 

"Yes, darling. He's a big guy," he said softly and tenderly, then added 
slowly. "Almost...almost like Billy Boy." 

"Hush, Peter. You know we agreed to never talk about that," she whispered 
softly, knowing all the while that it was true. 

"Yes, Peter, we'll never talk about it again," Virginia continued 
thoughtfully. Then, "Peter, thank you. I love you so." 

"Don't thank me. You have nothing to thank me for. I have been terrible to 
you. I regret it, but it's done and that's that. Now I must try and make it 
up to you. I shall do my best." He smiled lamely, then took her small hand 
in his and sat beside her bed. 

"Peter, I must explain something to you. I made a mistake. I expected...no, 
I hoped that you would understand and I knew in my heart that no man would 
the day you came home and..." 

"Virginia, don't. You only punish yourself...And me. Strange, actually. It 
was all very clear and yet it wasn't and I felt so hurt because you were 
hurt and then I only hurt you more as time wore on. Billy Boy is turning out 
to be a fine person, Virginia. I saw him this morning. He told me that he 
and Pam are engaged. I think it's about time, too." He looked into the 
distance, across Virginia as he spoke. 

"Peter, that's wonderful. They're both so nice." 

"Yes, they truly are, Virginia. To think that he might not have been 
here-that Pain might he without him-except for your efforts! I acted so 
stupidly and so uncharitable. I wonder if I shall ever find forgiveness." 

"You have, Peter. I have forgiven you and Billy Boy must have. He 
understands. Of course you wanted him arrested and punished and it was 
stupid of ine to want you to lie, even to the police. We all made mistakes." 
She stopped talking, then laughed shortly, softly and then continued. 
"Remember how surprised he was when you visited him in jail? And how 
grateful when you insisted that all charges be dropped? He's such a child, 
really." 

Peter's face reddened. "I can't take credit for that, Virginia. You made me 
do it. You know that." 

"Peter, no one has ever made you do anything. I know that, too. You can take 
credit for it. It was your doing. There's something else you are going to 
have to take credit for, also. Or the blame for. If you stay any longer that 
nurse is going to be in a fighting mood." She laughed softly and accepted 
his kiss. She watched him leave the room, grateful that he was her husband. 
To her he was a tower of strength. 

Virginia sighed after the door was closed and went immediately to sleep. She 
had a beatific smile on her pretty face. 


THE END 
