Chapter 9
"I'll kill him," Kevin said. "I'll kill both of them, God. They have to be stopped, Mary."
He had waited for her under the palm tree for hours, but when she didn't show up he had wandered down the beach, trying to forget her and not realizing that she had been with Eva, He should have known, and even while he comforted the hysterical girl, he cursed his stupidity.
Slowly and painfully Mary had sobbed out the whole story of her rape, stopping every few minutes for a new burst of tears. She had wanted to kill herself when Eva and Pedro finally let her go, kill herself more for failing herself and allowing herself to enjoy what they had done to her than over the shame of it having happened at all.
It was almost daylight when Kevin found her. She had tripped through the soft sand and down to the beach, hoping that she would find Kevin there. She wanted to go to bed, but she knew she couldn't sleep. When the cool water of the lagoon woke her, however, she knew she couldn't kill herself. All the while that was what she was thinking, wanting, and then he was there beside her, holding out his hand and helping her back onto the beach and then gently taking her wet clothing off so that she could dry in the warm air.
He held her naked body close to himself, shielding her from the panic-induced shivers that wracked her body. It was a tender moment and while he looked at her curves in the dim light of the moon he felt no desire for her then, only the desire to protect her, comfort her.
"Well have to get the others and work out a plan to get away from them," he said when Mary had finally relaxed. He held her still, but her breathing had slowed to normal and she was no longer chilled. "You'll have to help, Mary. Can you do it?"
She nodded. She couldn't do much else, she thought, and words only seemed to make her want to cry, but she agreed with Kevin. They would have to run away and hide in the jungle until the rescue came and it would surely come. It would come, she kept telling herself, and the nightmare of Eva and Pedro would be over.
"You'll have to get the girls," he said. "I'll get the boys together. But you'll have to convince them that we're in danger, all of us."
Kevin didn't wait for Mary to reply. He was trying to think of what they could do. He knew that the first mate had a knife, and the unpleasant realization that Pedro would not hesitate to use it made Kevin shiver. Quickly he ran through the boys' names, trying to find one or two big enough to him take Pedro if it had to come to a fight. Bob Haas was the only boy big as himself, but Kevin knew that there was no love lost between them and Haas was pretty thick with Pedro. He decided to count Bob as an enemy, and then realized that there was no one else who could help him.
They were in no immediate danger, however, Kevin thought, and they wouldn't be until there was some sign that there would be a rescue. But he remembered what Pedro had told him, that within a month a serious search would be made, since they would have missed their arrival time by more than a couple of days. But how far had they been blown off course? Kevin had no way of knowing. He wasn't even very sure just exactly how long they had been on the island. A month? Six weeks? Time seemed to elude him. It didn't matter, he told himself. The important thing to remember was that they would be rescued.
He brooded for a long time and then became warmly conscious of Mary's nude body pressed against him. For an instant he was tempted to make love to her, but immediately felt ashamed of himself. She had been through enough, and he knew that he needed her, needed her to protect his own sanity.
She was almost asleep, but he had to disturb her to go and wake the others, tell them what he knew and make them promise to meet after breakfast somewhere away from the camp, away from Eva and Pedro.
He went through the old barrack quonset hut, woke each boy in turn and explained what he had in mind. It wasn't easy, for he wasn't sure just what he did have in mind, but he was reassured when he spoke to Carl. The boy broke down and told Kevin what had happened to him almost the first week they had landed. Kevin told his own story and the boy, in turn, became reassured. The thought of adventure against the adults, perhaps, made him an enthusiastic follower. Bob wasn't in his bed.
Mary went to the girls' rooms and told them what had happened. She was surprised, but she couldn't make any judgment about the implications of it, when she found Sally and Ellen sleeping together. The older girl, Sally, seemed shocked and readily agreed that they should get away, but Ellen seemed indifferent. What could they do, she asked? She received the same kind of question from Ann, while the youngest girl, Norma, only started to cry. In the end, however, Mary had convinced the other four girls that they would have to let Kevin explain.
Back on the beach just as the sun was corning up, Kevin and Mary met. Though neither had slept, they felt more wide awake than ever. "It's all set," Kevin said. "Well meet after breakfast down around the other side of the point. How did the girls take it?"
Mary explained the different reactions of the girls, but assured Kevin that they would be at the meeting, all of them.
"Are you all right?" he asked, his hand slowly over to Mary's waist and bringing her him. 'You're not scared now, are you?"
She shook her head and then lifted her face to his, kissing him warmly on the lips before breaking away. "I'll be fine. But I don't want to see them again. I'm going down to the meeting place. Explain for me."
He held her close, feeling very protective and grown up, and then he released her, watching her as she ran across the sand and finally out of sight.
He had impressed on all the boys that they were to say nothing, to try to act normal when Pedro or Eva came around and to try to leave the camp area individually. Despite his warnings, however, he could feel the tension when he came back and stood in the breakfast line. The boy and girl appointed for the cooking chore were nervous and nearly spilled his powdered eggs. He whispered some assurance to them and then walked off to sit under a tree as Eva came down the path from her hut. He looked past her and tried to determine if Pedro was far behind, but the first mate didn't appear. He tried to look away, but not before he saw Eva smiling at him, nodding a greeting that he almost felt like not returning. He waved at her, however, and returned to his eggs, eating quickly so that he would be finished before she could come over and sit beside him.
Eva took only hot tea for her breakfast and seeing Kevin hurrying through his breakfast, she wanted to talk to him. She carried her cup over and sat down on the grassy patch of ground next to him.
"Good morning, Kevin," she said. "I hope you had a pleasant sleep last night."
"While you were raping Mary," he answered between his tightened jaws. "You rotten bitch. How could you do such a thing?" He turned and was ready to hit her when Pedro came down the path.
Eva stood up, dumping her tea on the ground and running towards the first mate. Kevin watched her go, and throwing his plate down, ran off through the jungle.
There was something in his voice that frightened Eva, shook her from her cool composure. She knew that he was going to strike her and she had run, letting her power over the boy crumble. Pedro hadn't heard what was said, but he took Eva in his arms and listened as she explained that the girl had told Kevin and that there was bound to be trouble. He laughed at her and patted the shiny knife at his side. "Not much trouble, Mees Gorst. Not with this around. There's nothing to worry about. A fucking kid, that's all. I'll fix him."
It had happened so fast that Eva hadn't realized that the other children were watching, waiting for something, and then suddenly they, too, ran away. She realized then that Kevin and Mary must have told them everything. Her body shook as she felt her control whisked away. She turned to Pedro. "Look at them. Where are they going? What the hell is happening?"
"Let 'em go. What can they do? And stop that fucking blubbering. I want something to eat." He walked away from her and picked up the ladle in the pan of scrambled powdered eggs where the kid had been dishing them out. He heaped the food on his plate and ate hungrily. But he was thinking of what might happen should the rescue come soon. He knew that there were laws about rape, and he knew that the girl wouldn't dare tell on him if she hadn't had the boy to back her up. It didn't take long for him to decide what he had to do. The lad must go. An accident. Tut, tut, and all that, he laughed to himself. He knew how to handle it. Quickly he finished his meal and went off into the jungle to find the lads, especially to find Kevin. Pedro knew he had to kill him.
Pedro spent the better part of an hour searching the immediate area of the camp. The lads were nowhere around and he was about to give up and return to Eva when he ran into Bob. Quickly he explained what had happened and got the big blond boy to join him. Together they went farther into the jungle, spread out and eventually met back at the camp. Neither of them had had any luck.
"They can't be hidden forever," Pedro said. "Let's find Eva and start a real search plan."
They ran over to her hut and burst through the door and found the solution to their problem had been solved already by the nurse. Strapped to a chair with a gag in her mouth was Sally Kirby.
Pedro looked over at Eva and made a little bow. "You surprise me, Mees Gorst. How did you manage to capture such a pretty prize?"
Eva explained how she saw Sally return to the camp after the others had gone. "She's not as strong as she looks," Eva said. "It was easy."
"And now, little miss, where are the others?"
The girl shook her head. Eva reached over and hit her on each side of the face. "I think that you'll tell us sooner or later. Won't she, Pedro?"
The first mate laughed and stepped closer to Sally, lifted her face, now stained with tears and red from the slaps. "Sure she will, huh, conchita? I'm going to take your gag off, but you mustn't make a fuss." He slipped the rag from her mouth, held it threateningly in front of her until he was convinced that she wasn't going to scream. "Now tell us where the others are. It's so much easier that way."
"I won't," Sally said. "You're bad, all three of you. The kids have decided to stay hidden until the rescue boat comes."
Eva looked up at Pedro. "Not very cooperative, is she? Perhaps she'd like a little treatment."
Pedro needed no further encouragement. He reached down and ripped the girl's blouse open, exposing her full firm breasts. Smiling still, he spread the blouse wide to let his hands have better access to the pert globes of flesh. He ran his fingers over them, pinching the nipples softly until they sprang involuntarily erect. Sally gave a cry and tried to twist away, but her movements were limited by the straps holding her to the chair.
"Don't. Please don't," Sally cried. "Please, You're hurting me." She cried out louder when he pinched her nipple viciously.
"Tell us where the others are."
"No. I can't."
Pedro smiled down at the girl and then untied her from the chair, helping her to her feet. Her hands were still clamped together behind her back and her ankles tied together. Carefully he lifted her and carried her to the bed, laying her face down over the cover. With expert fingers he unfastened her shorts and pulled them down below her knees, leaving her round firm ass bare and helplessly upended. Her legs were on the floor, her face almost buried in the bed. She was sobbing hysterically, knowing immediately what was going to happen to her. In some ways, the rape by the big man was what she had been secretly desiring for a long time. But it was different now. She knew she was going to be hurt.
Rough fingers began to pry apart her buttocks, and with a surge of strength Sally twisted over and fell on the floor. Pedro only laughed at her, lifting her easily back onto the bed, this time stretched full length on it, her arms painfully pinned beneath her own weight. He had a demented look in his eye as he leaned over her and put his hand on her dark triangle, massaging her mound intimately. Fear kept Sally from feeling more than his hand. There was no erotic tingle to this touch now as there might have been some other time. At least there was no immediate sensation of pleasure, but even as she stared through her tears at the big first mate she wondered how long she would be able to take the warm pressure of his hand. And while she thought of it and the tears started anew, she felt his finger slip down and glide between her pubes. She clamped her legs tightly together, but his thick finger found her clit and began to stroke her screaming nerves with methodical certainty, devastatingly sensitive touches that made her twist her hips and attempt to roll away from him, but he was too strong. The finger worried her cunt until she was nearly blind with fear and passion.
Pedro called Bob over and had him hold her legs while he unfastened her ankles and pulled her shorts completely off. "I think she'll talk a bit better after she's been fucked a few times, don't you, Bob?"
Sally attempted to kick the boy, but he was almost as strong as Pedro. He held her legs down on the bed, pressing his hands cruelly into the soft flesh above her knees. Then she watched in horror and fascination as the first mate stripped out of his shorts, his massive cock leaping upward, a staff of punishment and delight, and Sally knew that it would be punishment for her. She cried again and started to scream, but suddenly Eva's hand was over her mouth, closing off the cry.
"Shove the rag back in her mouth," Pedro said, and waited while Eva squeezed the girl's jaws open and jammed in a knotted cloth, carefully tying it around the girl's head.
Eva then took one of the girl's legs, lifted it and spread her open. She indicated to Bob to do the same thing, and with mounting delight in the proceedings, he spread Sally's other leg until the girl was almost suspended from the bed, cunt gaping wide for the throbbing cock of Pedro.
The first mate clambered onto the bed, kneeling for an instant between the girl's widespread legs before lowering his body, carefully aiming his heavy lance at her love pocket. She was fear dry and crying through the gag as his thick cock head pressed against her cunt. Movement was futile though she tried. She felt his fingers prying open her pubes and then felt the full stab of his cock as it ripped through the dry tissue. Her scream of pain was muffled, but her legs contracted so violently that Bob and Eva almost lost their hold on them. Pedro's hard shaft pulled back out of her cunt and then rammed in again, and then repeated until Sally's natural juices made the passage in and out less painful if no less humiliating.
When Pedro spewed his come deep into her body, he pulled himself out quickly, grabbed the leg that Bob was holding and let the boy have his way with the girl. Bob was just as vicious as the first mate, but her cunt had been well lubed by Pedro and Bob's cock slid into her with ease. But he jammed himself into her like a madman, slamming his pelvic bone against hers until she had to cry out through the gag.
By the time he had finished, Pedro was ready again, but this time there was no need for Sally's legs to be held wide apart. She felt her crotch burn and suddenly no longer cared what they were doing to her. Despite herself she was beginning to react pleasurably to the assaults and though her legs were dangling helplessly around the first mate's body her hips began to roll with each thrust of his huge cock, rising to meet the thick pole of flesh as it buried itself in her cunt.
"Want the gag out?" Pedro asked. He was resting on his elbows over the girl's body, his face close to her ear. He recognized the reaction he was getting from Sally, the familiar responsive rolling of the girl's hips, her upward thrusts to meet his cock. He knew she was coming with almost every other stroke. Her eyes were wide but glazed over in the fever of her passion.
She nodded her head and quickly Pedro removed the muffling rag from her mouth. She gasped and swallowed several times, but while she was trying to get her mouth returned to normal, she never missed a stroke with her hot tossing body. "Thank you," she finally managed to whisper.
Eva came over to the bed again and put her face close to the girl's. "Want to tell us where the others are, Sally?" She, too, had recognized the girl's uncontrollable passion as Pedro and Bob had fucked her. She was getting more than she had ever had at one time, and Eva realized that in her present state she wouldn't be too difficult.
Her breath short, and the sweet pain between her legs almost unbearable, Sally only half listened to Eva, but she understood and spoke like a drunk, her words slurred in the heat of her passion, but clear enough for Eva. In the cave under the waterfall.
Pedro laughed and lunged his cock deep into the girl and shot his load. "I know where that is," he said. "It's where Ellen and Sally used to scarf each other."
The girl looked at the grinning face just above hers and stared with wide eyes and then turned her face away. He had seen. They all knew. She whimpered even as she felt another orgasm rip through her body and she blushed furiously. She wanted to die.
"Get up, Pedro," Bob said. "I want to have some more fun, too."
Pedro rolled over and rose from the bed. "You like the sloppy seconds?"
Bob glared at him while Eva stood off and smiled. Flustered, he looked at Eva and then back at Pedro. "No," he said, smiling evilly, "I've got a better idea, I'm going to take her like we took Phillip."
He suddenly realized what he had said and before he could roll Sally over onto her stomach, Eva was upon him. "What the hell did you mean by that?" She didn't wait for the boy to answer before she cracked him across one side of the face and then the other. "What did you do to that lad? Tell me, you little son of a bitch or I'll tear your testicles off."
Frightened, Bob stood back and blubbered out the story of his and Pedro's rape of Phillip. Eva looked away and said nothing. Suddenly she ran from the door, and with her laughter ringing in their ears she was gone.
Pedro glanced over at Bob. "Well, go ahead, kid. You might as well enjoy it. But what the hell made you say something like that to her? Shit." He turned from Bob and reached for his shorts, pulling them on even as he moved out of the door and went after Eva.
"Bob," Sally said quietly, "what were you talking about? Don't hurt me, Bob. Please don't hurt me."
The big blond boy looked down at the girl, helplessly spread-eagled on the bed, her arms still tied behind her back, her legs too tired to close in modesty. Why didn't she scream? If she had hollered or made a fuss it would have been so easy. But she was just quietly pleading with him, begging him, but no longer begging out of fear, just begging out of fatigue.
Shaking his head, he turned from her and went over and put on his shorts. Suddenly he knew that what he was doing was very wrong, and stepping back to the bed, he rolled Sally over and untied her wrists. He didn't wait for her to get up. He ran out to look for Pedro.
Sally lay on the bed for a few minutes, letting the blood recirculate through her hands and arms and feeling so tired that she wanted to sleep. But she knew that she had to warn Kevin and the others about the meeting place, the one they had decided upon after the first meeting at the point. It had even been her suggestion. She had felt that it was the safest place on the island, but then she remembered that she and Ellen had been seen there. There were no secrets, and Sally wondered then if the other kids knew. Slowly she got up and dressed herself, tying the torn blouse as best she could to hold her sore breasts in tightly. She felt dirty, used, and wanted to plunge into the fresh water pool as she but she had to warn the others.