Chapter 8
Eva woke early the next morning with a comfortable new feeling of confidence. Her second conquest of Kevin had much to do with it. While he had been reluctant to come to her, he had come nevertheless and by his doing so Eva knew that she had him back in control. The rest would be easy.
Relaxed after a leisurely swim in the fresh Crater pool, she strolled around the camp and the beach, talking to all the lads, in groups or individually, reassuring them that everything would be all right. She was her old strict self, assured, authoritarian but just. Her tour around the camp served two purposes. The kids needed her image of stability and maturity and Eva wanted to talk to Bob, knowing that he had to be next for a special treatment.
She didn't find him with the others, but during her period of indifference following the tragedy she had not been unaware of the boy's closeness to Pedro. On a couple of occasions she began to suspect that there was something queer going on, but she dismissed it.
As she thought, Bob was with Pedro, just coming out of the first mate's hut in fact as she walked up. He looked at her and seemed about ready to take off in another direction, but Eva hailed him and he couldn't run. He waited for her to approach, digging his bare foot in the soft sand and looking at the patterns it made.
"I want to see you in my quarters, Bob," she said quietly. Her voice, however, had the edge of sharpness to it that intimidated the boy. Without looking up at her he nodded.
"When?"
"Come along now, if you like," she said and turned away from him. She felt a new sensation of power as she walked to her hut, hearing softly his footfalls behind her. If she had turned around she knew that she would see him walking a few yards behind her, his head, no doubt, hanging and his hands stuffed into his pockets. But she didn't turn around. It didn't seem necessary.
Eva felt that there was much that Bob could tell her about Phillip's suicide, but she didn't press him for details when she noticed his panicky look at the mention of the dead boy's name. Instead she switched to other topics, loosening her blouse carelessly and seemingly unconsciously. It was a very deliberate gesture, however, and Eva had planned it while she was walking up to the hut. Bob, she felt, would be much easier to win over than Kevin had been, and Kevin had been far easier than she had imagined him to be. She still had the power.
Bob responded eagerly when Eva turned to him and asked him how everything was going. He fixed his eyes hungrily on the deep cleavage of her breasts and answered her questions without thinking. Yes, he told her, he knew that Ellen and Sally were playing with each other. And Ellen and the lad named John were actually fucking when Bob had discovered them.
Eva was impressed only with the new name. She knew him of course, but he had always seemed to be one of the background people, never very vocal and never in any kind of trouble. She dismissed him.
Eva unbuttoned her blouse another button and felt a surge of pleasure as Bob's eyes almost seemed to bug out of his head. The perspiration on the boy's forehead was not entirely caused by the heat of the day. She wondered then if it was worthwhile teasing him further. He had been very cooperative in answering her questions save her mention of Phillip.
"Would you like to fuck me, Bob?"
The boy was startled by the bluntness of the question and blushed furiously, nodding his head.
"Then get undressed," she said, slipping out of her blouse and shorts as she watched him get up slowly from the chair.
Eva walked behind him and locked the door. She didn't want to be disturbed for a while. When she returned to the side of the bed where she had been standing Bob had already dropped his shorts. His cock stood proudly erect and waiting for her. She knew what he wanted, but there was something that he would have to do first.
Sitting on the edge of the bed as she had done the previous afternoon with Kevin, she called Bob to her and told him that he would have to make love like a man, make her want him, she had said. She held his cock in one hand without moving and cradled his testicles with her other hand, weighing the heaviness and letting herself get more than a little aroused.
"Kneel down, Bob, and eat my cunt," she whispered, pulling the boy closer and downward.
He was disappointed at first that Eva had not tried to give him a blow job as she had done before, but his cock ached with the idea of ramming it into her pussy. The thought of going down on a woman repelled him, but the heat of his emotions made him put the idea away. He sank to his knees and let his head be guided between the warm plump thighs of the woman, and as his nostrils filled with the musky heat of her pussy, he no longer cared about what he was going to do.
Eva smiled to herself as Bob's face inched closer and closer to her cunt. She pulled his head into the steamy crotch and sighed as his tongue flicked out, cautiously testing the wet folds of her vagina. Eva helped his mouth by spreading her pubes with her fingers for him, opening herself wide to his inexperienced tongue. She shifted her body around to allow his warm probe to center on her clit, and when he heard her moan with more excitement he knew he was licking at the right spot.
"Oh. Right there, Bob. Right there. Lick that knob. Oh. That feels good. Oh, Bob." Her voice crooned her appreciation of his efforts and he warmed to his task, licking her little nub with abandon, sucking it into his mouth, holding it between his teeth as his tongue danced over and around it.
Bob felt the pressure of her hands behind his head, forcing his mouth deeper into the greasy lips of Eva's cunt, and he loved it. His cock was painfully hard and he enjoyed that, too, feeling that when she had come he would be rewarded, and feeling, too, that there was some strange exciting satisfaction in bringing her off with his mouth. No wonder, he thought, that some of his older friends had told him that he would never be a man until he had eaten a sopping wet pussy and enjoyed it. The turmoil of his brain boiled with the juices of his cock and made him force his tongue to dance faster and faster over the little nub of her clitoris. He found an added thrill in hearing her pleasure moans and knew that he was doing the right thing. He wondered, too, where he had ever gotten the idea that eating cunt was repulsive. It was almost as satisfying as fucking.
Eva leaned back across the bed, resting on her elbows, and crooned softly as the boy's tongue dug into her slimy cleft, sending thrill upon thrill racing through her body. She reached one orgasm and clamped her thighs over the boy's ears and then relaxed, testing him to see if he knew what she had achieved. He hadn't. With painful delight, she let him continue licking her snatch until she could hardly take another stroke of his tongue, but she forced herself and reached another throbbing finality of thrill before pushing his head away from her cunt.
There was a fatigue, an ennui, that seeped through her being, but she managed to spread her legs wide, placing her feet on the edge of the bed. "Fuck me, Bob. Put your cock in my cunt. Bob. Hurry."
He was still dizzy from the pressure of her thighs and the excitement that roared through his body, but he stood up and leaned over her widespread legs. Her hands were on him immediately, guiding his throbbing member into the hot cleft of her body. He shoved himself forward with all his effort and heard Eva's satisfied cry as his testicles banged against her plump behind. She closed her legs around his waist and hunched herself upward to meet his impatient thrusts. Her heels slammed against his muscular buttocks as the boy fell forward, burying his mouth over her left breast. She let him suck it into rigidity as she felt his cock vomit his sperm deep into her yearning body. Opening and closing her thighs, she squeezed his final drops out.
Eva poured two glasses of brandy and brought one to Bob. He was resting on his elbows, stretched out on the bed, but Eva didn't mind. He had given her a very good, if brief, stimulation with his cock. She looked down at him as she gave him the drink and thought that she much preferred his mouth. He was built well enough, bigger than Kevin if not bigger than Pedro, but there was something about him that didn't hit her in the same way that Kevin did or the way that Pedro did. She watched him as he took the drink and evaded her eyes. It wasn't the same kind of way that Kevin had avoided her. He looked like he was skulking away like a thief.
She sat on the edge of the bed, letting the almost nonexistent breeze cool her naked body, and drank her brandy. It was searingly hot going down her throat, but she had come to enjoy it more and more and there was only a whisper of an idea of what she would have to do when the case of brandy was finished.
Bob didn't look at her except from under the partial secrecy of his arm across his forehead. There was so much to know about women and she was so expert as a woman that he felt awed by her presence. He wished that she would get dressed and as he thought about it, he swallowed his drink in a single gulp and reached for his shorts.
"I think that I'd better be going," he said quietly as he rose from the bed.
"Isn't there anything else that you want to tell me?" Eva said, looking up at him and smiling her most comforting smile. "Something that I should know."
Bob shook his head and then he remembered last night as he walked along the beach in one of his usual nocturnal jaunts. Mary and Kevin. He had already been fucked by Ann earlier and he wasn't too curious, but he suddenly realized that Eva didn't know about them.
He told her.
Eva stared at him like a madwoman when he spelled out the details of the tryst he had witnessed. But she was too clever to continue exposing herself. She suddenly smiled and told Bob that it didn't matter, but that she really appreciated being informed about it. She would have taken him back to bed again, but she knew that he was anxious to leave, sated for the moment, she thought, and she was just as glad for that. She rose from the edge of the bed and closed her arms around him, rubbing her firm breasts against his bare chest and whispering her enjoyment of his lovemaking in his ear. He kissed her warmly on the mouth and left the hut, glad enough to be gone from the woman who held such power over him. He ran down to the beach and plunged into the lagoon, letting the salt water cleanse him of the love-induced perspiration.
After she had watched him run down to the water, Eva poured herself another drink, swallowing that one as quickly as she had the first, burning out the sting of Kevin's betrayal. She felt that it was that. Her hopes and confidence of the morning were shattered when Bob had told her what had happened. She was hurt. She felt that Kevin had been hers, but then, she rationalized, she hadn't counted on the young cunt coming into the picture. That complicated the power she knew she still held over the boy.
Quickly she dressed and left the hot confines of her hut and walked over to Pedro's quarters. She wasn't sure that he would be in, but she went directly and opened his door. As she hurried through the door, the idea of revenge on the little slut crossed her mind and she realized that was why she had come to Pedro. He was even more predictable than the kids. He would do what she had in mind and he would add a few variations of his own in making her revenge very sweet. Mary, she thought, looked so much the virgin. Eva smiled as she stepped into the warm darkness of Pedro's hut.
Her eyes weren't accustomed to the darkness after coming in from the brilliant sunlight, but she heard the rustle of the bed and guessed what was going on.
"Eva, darling. What a pleasant surprise!" She heard his voice from the direction of the bed and looked that way. "But you could have knocked."
She laughed at the gibe, remembering that she had told him the same thing, and when her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room, she saw why he wasn't anxious to be disturbed. Ann was sitting at his feet, her hands holding his rigid cock. It was all too apparent that she had been sucking off the first mate and she was just as obviously irritated at being interrupted.
"Go on, Ann. I know you can suck cock very well. Pedro likes that. Go ahead, dear. I want to watch you."
Pedro's laugh filled the hot silence. "Go on, little one. What's the difference? It's nothing that our own Miss Gorst hasn't done herself many times. Right, Mees Gorst?"
Eva walked over to the table which was close to the bed and sat down. She took the bottle of brandy and sipped from it as she watched Ann's pretty face turn red and then bow over, taking Pedro's cock into her mouth. It was Eva's turn to smile and feel the glow of desire throb through her body. Looking directly at Pedro, she blew him a silent kiss and passed the bottle over to him. All the while, Ann's head was bobbing up and down over the massive erection that Pedro presented to the juvenile's feverishly hard-working mouth.
Pedro took a few sips from the bottle and handed it back to Eva. "The kid's quite a good cocksucker, huh? I think that she comes by it naturally."
"I want to talk to you," Eva said, ignoring the girl "There's a little something that I'd like you to join me in tonight. Do you understand?"
His eyes veiled with passion, Pedro glanced from the bobbing head of the teenager to the face of the woman. "Anything you say, darling."
"I'll see you in my place when you've finished with her," she said, getting up and walking out.
Pedro nodded as Eva left, but he was in no great hurry to finish with Ann. As the girl worked his cock with her eager mouth, he idly wondered what Eva wanted, but there were more important things to think about then. He let the girl have her wish and filled her mouth with his hot sperm, holding his breath as she sucked on until the staff of flesh grew limp and his nerves couldn't take it any longer. When she had finally had done with him, he rolled her over onto her back and spread her thighs wide. He pried open her pubes with his thumbs and buried his face in her crotch, letting her baby-fat plump thighs close gloriously around his ears. Within five minutes he had tongue-lashed the sensitive nub of her cunt into three howling orgasms for her, and the auditory stimulus brought his own passion up. Sinking his cock into her slippery envelope of love, he eased his weight down on the girl and let her do the hip-twitching work.
It was a most satisfactory afternoon for Pedro, and by the time he had finished with Ann the hour was late. Yet he felt no regret that he had missed dinner and was not bothered at all that he had kept Eva waiting for him. She would wait, he knew, and when he came she would be almost happy to see him even if she would attempt to browbeat him for his tardiness.
His lateness, however, seemed to have worked in Eva's favor. She had gone through the kids once more and it took her quite a while after dinner before she was able to make contact with Mary Pendergast. And when she found the girl, it was obvious that what Bob had told her was true. She was with Kevin on the beach. They were not really intimately close and Eva would not have thought that of them if she had not had the prior knowledge, but having had it, their closeness made her more angry. The snip, she thought, would not be able to replace me yet.
Eva wasn't strong with Mary, but she used her calm authoritative manner with the girl, telling, rather than asking, her to come to her quarters. The girl nodded her agreement and while Kevin was swimming, Eva returned, waiting for both Mary and Pedro.
She didn't have any particular plan in mind, but she knew that she wanted to hurt the young girl, make her pay for the audacity of infringing on the adult rights that Eva held, And she would make the girl pay, Eva vowed.
Mary came to her quarters before Pedro, and when Eva offered her a cup of tea, carefully laced with a healthy shot of brandy, the girl was taken by surprise. All the time she had thought that Eva had gotten wind of the fact that she had been laid by Kevin, but the older woman made no mention of it. They talked about girlish things, about the boys and of course, about the possibilities of getting rescued. Once more Eva played the reassuring adult and made Mary feel that rescue was just a day or two away.
Another cup of brandy and tea and the girl was beginning to feel the giddy effects of the drink. She released her secret personality and revealed herself to the nurse, told her how she didn't really care whether they were rescued or not, that she had found a wonderful boy and if they had to spend the rest of their lives on the island then she wanted to spend them with Kevin. Eva accepted the girl's conversation quietly.
By the time Pedro arrived, late, but in this case very fortunately so for Eva, Mary was feeling the brandy. She hardly noticed when the first mate walked in the door and locked it behind him. She was still engrossed in her conversation with Eva. Over her head the older persons exchanged glances and the man smiled with delight.
"Are you going to offer me a drink?" He already had his hand on the bottle when he said it, but he waited for Eva to nod her head. She did and gave him a knowing smile. He tipped the bottle to his lips and drank greedily and then leaned over and poured a big dollop into Mary's teacup. "Very good for you, dear," he said softly.
Pedro was drunker than usual, weaving somewhat even when he had come in the door. It had been the combination of too much brandy, sun and Ann during the day, but he felt strong enough to handle anything that Eva had to offer, and what he had thought she was offering was herself. The sight of Mary, slightly tipsy, in Eva's chair, however, made the first mate know differently. The girl was not as strikingly good looking as the much desired Sally or even as teasingly provocative as little Ann, but there was her young quim ready to be plucked, and he knew that was what Eva had wanted him for.
Eva moved over to Mary, helped the girl to her feet and let her sway against her bosom. She was already drunker than Eva had wanted her to be, but it made it easier to remove the girl's clothing, despite the groggy protests.
Supporting the naked girl, Eva led her over to the bed and stretched her out. Mary looked dizzily around the room, finally focusing her eyes on Pedro. The first mate was moving across the room towards the bed, and he was naked, his enormous cock standing stiffly in front of him, a lance that Mary slowly realized was going to be used on her. She cried out and started to get up from the bed, but Eva held her down as Pedro grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide.
"Fuck the little bitch good," Eva whispered hoarsely. She twisted the girl's arms back and over her head as Pedro eased himself between the soft young thighs.
Mary's crotch was suddenly fear-dry as the massive knob of his cock bumped thickly against her pubes. He released her ankles then and used his fingers to pry her cunt lips apart, his thumbs forcefully irritating her clitoris. She kicked at him, but there was no power in her efforts, dulled and slow from the booze. Pedro just pushed her knees back and continued his devilish work on her clit, massaging desire into her cunt where she did not want to have desire, not this way. She cried out again, but Eva's free hand came down over her mouth.
"Just shut up and enjoy it, dear," she said. "Or you'll be a lot sorrier. I know about you and Kevin, all about it. Now, you're going to get all the sex you ever dreamed about and some you might not have dreamed."
Pedro laughed as the girl squirmed her hips in a futile attempt to get away from his taunting fingers. She tried to clamp her legs around his hands, but the pressure on her clit became more agonizing and she had to relax. Despite her efforts she felt herself grow more and more flustered as her involuntary glands formed the necessary lubricant. Pedro felt the warm wetness between her legs and spread the love juice down and into her hold with the head of his penis. Then he slowly eased himself into her twisting body, his thick-knobbed cock stretching cruelly her tight youthful vagina. Mary cried out softly, still muffled by Eva's hand. The pain was excruciating and she cried again, this time biting the woman's hand.
Eva pulled her hand back and swung it down viciously, cracking the girl on one side of the face and then the other. "Bite me, you little bitch? Take that and that," she said, her eyes blazing with a fury that Mary could not imagine to be sane. "Ram it to her. I want her fucked until she can't walk."
Pedro crushed his weight down on the girl, holding her arms when Eva had released them. His cock drove into her tight pocket with renewed fury. It was as though he, too, was caught up in the madness that Eva expressed in her angry face. The girl fought him as best she could, her legs lacking madly at his back. But nothing she did seemed to make the awful pain between her legs go away. Still the first mate jammed, rammed and shoved her cunt until she thought that he was going to split her in half. She tried to relax, wanted to relax, for she knew that that would make the pain less intense, but her panic wouldn't allow her to relax. She fought the big man and tried vainly to squirm out from under his weight, to get away from the awful punishing pole of flesh that was ripping her apart.
Tears streamed down her face as she finally realized that fighting the big man was useless, but her body would not allow her to relax. It was a different tension that began to build in her muscles. The pain seemed suddenly to have diminished and in its place came the fearful and pleasant sensations of sexual passion. It was all wrong, so terribly wrong, she kept saying, but her body denied her, betrayed her, and even over the cruel laughter of Eva and Pedro, she felt her legs wrap around the first mate, felt herself rise quickly to an orgasmic peak and plunge deliciously over the threshold. Again and again the long hot rod of Pedro's cock eased in and out of her cunt, sending new thrills of desire shooting through her body. Now her tears were passion induced, her eyes dimmed with the rush of blood and the pounding excitement of the huge penis-piston working her crotch madly and wonderfully. Mary ceased her crying. Her breath came in short gasps, keeping pace with Pedro's driving cock. Her head was swimming and the laughing face of Eva seemed far away, a dim face at the end of a long tunnel and the voices, too, only echoed around in her head but made no sense to her.
"Turn her over. See how she likes it up her ass," Eva said, smiling yet down at the girl and feeling the crazy excitement of the rape pound furiously through her body. She had stripped out of her own clothes when she noticed that Mary was reaching an orgasm. There was no need to hold the girl. The girl was being held more securely by her own fiery passions.
Laughing wildly, Pedro pulled his cock dripping from Mary's cunt and quickly flipped the girl over onto her belly. He forced her legs up underneath her and patted the round firm flesh of her haunches admiringly.
Mary made no protest of the new position, grateful for the moment for being able to feel the warm air, cool to her, brush soothingly over her fevered cunt. She relaxed and felt almost comfortable with her ass high in the air. She felt herself grow soft and mushy, a piece of marshmallow. Her muscles refused to contract. She had no fight left in her. She was only dimly aware of the painful pleasure of the man's hands holding the plumpness above her hips. It tickled her, but she had no strength even to giggle. She felt the goosing touch of his cock at the rim of her anus, twitched her muscle slightly and then felt the jabbing, searing pain as the knob pushed through the ring. Her body tried to squirt forward, but his hands held her tightly while his massive organ slid inexorably deeper and deeper up her rectum.
The initial entry was painful, but still dizzy from her multiple orgasm, she suddenly found that the thick pole in her ass had some pleasantness. She felt filled up, almost gaggingly so, but there was the sweet feeling of it, too, and as the cock pulled out and sank in again she felt herself respond to this novel method, felt herself suddenly wanton and glad, and felt something so deep in her psyche that she couldn't name it. Her hips rolled back to meet Pedro's penis, feeling the painful sweetness of his enormity slide deep into her rectum.
Eva watched as the girl's expression had changed from pain to pleasure and she felt more angry than ever. Without a moment's hesitation, she eased herself onto the bed, spreading her legs around the girl's head. Mary hardly noticed her until she felt a hand take a lock of hair and felt her face being guided to the yawning wet split between Eva's thighs.
Mary attempted to shake her head, to move away from what the woman wanted, but her rectum was being assaulted most delightfully and with the dizziness of the brandy and her own passion she couldn't fight. She let her mouth be pulled down to the dark thatch of hair and knew what had to be done. She simply stuck out her tongue and drove it into the wet folds of Eva's cunt, licking up and down the puffy pubes of the older woman, lighting finally on the rigid nub of her clitoris. Eva moaned her approval, but she held the girl's hair, feeling the sensation of control that gave her more keen pleasure than the girl's hot tongue in her cunt.
His senses brandy-dulled and his face sweating from the exertions, Pedro shoved into the girl's ass with all his might, ramming his burning cock deeper and unloading his long-delayed orgasm hotly in her bowels. At the same moment, Eva clamped her sweaty thighs around the girl's head and experienced a throbbing orgasm that made her grip the sides of the bed tightly.
When she and Pedro finally got tip from the bed, Mary stayed, half sleeping, half crying, and laughing,' but too weak to move. Eva laughed and turned to Pedro.
"I hope you've saved enough of that cock for me, Pedro. Come here and let me wash you off a little," she said, smiling at the swaying first mate. He laughed and stepped over to the wash basin with the woman and felt a new surge of pleasure through his limp cock as she rinsed it and his balls gently and tantalizingly.
Satisfied that he was almost ready, Eva dropped to her knees and took his thick-knobbed penis between her lips, nursing the soft head with little puckering movements of her mouth until she could feel the flesh grow harder and begin to stand erect. Holding his cock in her hand she led him over to the table, pushed back the bottle and the lantern and spread herself over it. "Fuck me, Pedro," she said, edging her ass over the rim of the table and guiding his stiff cock between the warm slippery thighs and into the gaping hole of her cunt.
Before he could reach an orgasm, Mary woke up and started to leave, but they stopped her. Eva then forced the girl down to her knees and guided Pedro's cock into the girl's mouth. Eva stood back and watched as the first mate held the back of Mary's head and forced his cock in and out of her tear-stained face, her dribbling wet mouth, until she saw him tighten his buttocks as he released his sperm down the girl's throat. They let her go after she had put her clothes back on.