Chapter 2
When Anita got back to the dorm that afternoon, she was almost jumping with satisfaction. She had landed a great job without even looking. Mary and Lyn would be speechless with envy. She ran to Mary's room first, hoping to impress her friend, but she wasn't there. She ran to Lyn's room, but that was deserted as well. Almost speechless with frustration, Anita was almost tempted to tell the aging hall monitor that patrolled the corridors of their dorm, but at the last moment, she thought better of it Somehow she had a hunch that the old lady would not be able to appreciate her great new job as a topless dancer in one of the classiest bars in town. She retired to her room to take a quick shower and select her wardrobe for the coming night.
Lyn was still at the beach. She had spent the afternoon in a deserted section of the beach accessible only to those who were willing to make their way across a very slippery patch of green, slime covered rocks, covered with about a foot of water from the afternoon eddies on the shoreline. Once done however, a small patch of beach lay open to the daring explorer. It was no longer than one hundred feet long and would disappear with the tide from time to time. It was surrounded on all sides by rocks and the ocean shielded it from the sight of the main beach. Lyn willingly scampered her away across the hidden and slippery rocks every afternoon. She preferred to swim in the nude, and this section of the beach was the only place around she could do so without causing a riot.
When Lyn reached the smooth white sand of her own beach, she began to strip off the already sweat soaked clothing from her grateful body. She usually washed the clothes in the swirling green waters that rolled onto the sands in waves and hung them to dry on the rocks furthest away from the frothing spray. Then she ran into the waves and splashed to her heart's content.
She ran into the waves, laughing at the feel of the seawater swirling around her naked body. She swam steadily out past the waves and allowed herself to float to the surface. She lay on the top of the green water in the brilliant afternoon sunlight and dozed with the rocking motion of the water underneath her. The sun streamed across her belly and breasts, so hot that it sizzled the beads of moisture off of her skin. When she felt the skin begin to redden, Lyn plunged back into the waves and swam for shore. She loved the smell of the water in her nostrils and the feel of it between her fingers as she pulled her way into the shore line.
Matching her motion with the waves, she felt herself being lifted by the water as it rolled onto the shore. For a brief moment, she was weightless as she soared through the sunlight to the shore. Then the wave would pass by her, almost through her, and continue toward its destination with a mindless roar. Lyn sunned herself when she reached shore. She was about to leave, but just couldn't resist one final dip in the beckoning sea. She threw herself in and swam past the waves again. She turned once more on her back and turned her mounds of softly curved breasts toward the sun as if to invite it to caress them. It was getting late, though, and the sun had lost its terrible heat It felt almost kindly now, as if it was trying to warm the water for her delicate flesh.
Lyn remained floating in the fading late afternoon sunlight that was more brilliant on the water than it was in the sky. She fell into a daze, not sleeping exactly, but not fully awake either. She was pulled out of it by the roar of a motor that grew louder and louder as a yacht advanced toward her motionless body.
When the boat was only ten feet away, Lyn rolled under the water in a startle, and began swimming furiously for the shore. But it was too late. A net reached over the side of the boat and swept her naked body up into the air like a captured fish. When she felt herself being lifted into the air, but strangely enough not really until then, Lyn began to come out of the stupor that the lazy afternoon swim had inflicted on her. She struggled against the ropes that surrounded her until she was almost thirty feet over the water. Looking down into the shining plains of greenness below her, she suddenly realized that even if she could get loose from the net, she would not be able to survive the fall. She stopped struggling instantly, feeling a wave of fear pass through her body. She heard voices below her, but couldn't make out who they were or what they were saying. Finally the net began to be lowered. She was spilled onto the deck of the yacht.
As she lay in a heap on the deck, Lyn realized that she was surrounded by a group of men. She looked up into the dazzling evening sunlight that shone over her head and saw that the men surrounding her were uniformed. They were not navy men, though. The uniforms appeared to be private ones, like those of the household servants of a very rich man. She tried to cover her nakedness as they stared down at her. After a pause of two or three seconds, a gruff voice rasped out a command:
"Bring 'er down below. Step to it, 'el be waitin' you know."
With that, the net was peeled from off her body and Lyn was led to a stairwell that descended into the depths of the ship. She soon found herself in a sumptuous cabin. It was covered with wall to wall carpeting, thick and white beneath her naked feet. The whole room was decorated in white, and everything, included the walls, was covered with the same furry material as the carpeting. Lyn was pushed onto a couch. Before they left the two men that had practically dragged her to the cabin smiled at her, and patted her naked breasts as if in envy.
No sooner had the men left, but the door opened and a handsome young man, dressed all in white entered the room. Lyn folded her arms beneath her breasts and shivered violently, half in fright and half from the cold of the dripping sea water as it ran from her body in pools.
"Well, this is a surprise," said the young man cheerfully. He advanced to Lyn and stood above her, sweeping his eyes over her body. "You must forgive the manners of my crew, but you see we've been on the open sea for three out of the last four years, and I'm afraid they've forgotten what manners are. Let me get you a towel or something, you're dripping!"
Lyn reached for the towel when he handed it to her, and as she did so her breasts bounced beneath her. The young man had a towel also, and he began to rub her breasts thoroughly. At first, Lyn tried to push him off, but the warmth felt so good on her goosebumpy flesh that she allowed him to continue. She reached her hands up to dry her hair as he rubbed and chafed the life back into her frozen tits. With her hands over her head, Lyn's tits stood out even further than usual. The nipples had already been puckered with the cold, and they began to fill with blood under the young man's attention. Soon he rubbed his towel down her stomach causing a flood of warmth to seep into her flesh as he did so. Lyn leaned back in the furry softness of the plush couch and rested her head into her hands. She had already wrapped her long golden hair in the towel that the young man had given her, and now she leaned back to relax.
The man took her legs one by one in his expert hands and rubbed them vigorously with his warm towel. He advanced up her thighs, and brushed lightly over her golden cunt each time he reached the top of her now warm and glowing thighs. Suddenly Lyn felt right at home in the white modern cabin of what appeared to be a very expensive yacht. As the man on his knees before her continued to towel dry her body, Lyn surveyed the room she was in. He spread her legs lightly to dry the bottom of her meaty, golden thighs. His arm passed against the mound of her cunt, and Lyn felt herself screw her hips against the hardness of his forearm. The man as if waiting for his cue, began to massage her wet pubic hair. She crooned with delight as he rubbed her. Soon he dropped all pretences and let the towel drop from his hand. He began to slide the tip of his middle finger up and down the slit of her crotch, and watched intently as the redness of her twat began to-swell and glow under his expert touch.
Lyn began to hump against his finger. He plunged it into her pussy and she reached down with her hands to keep it in there. As she watched the man lowered his head to her cunt and inserted his tongue into her hole. She squirmed against it and squeezed it as hard as she could with the walls of her vagina. He pushed his thick tongue in and out, lifting her groin into his face with his hands. As he ate her, he stuck another finger into her ass hole, and seemed to stop his sucking for a while to see what Lyn's reaction would be. Lyn squirmed her ass down into his finger and pleaded with him for more:
"Oooooh, that's fine, put another one in, go ahead."
The young man stood up suddenly and began to strip the clothes from his body. Lyn observed with interest, anxious to see what kind of cock was going to fuck her. And when it appeared, she leaned over to take the length of it in her mouth. It fit snugly into her mouth at first, but as she sucked it grew enflamed with blood and filled her mouth with hot, red cock. He pulled it out of her mouth and turned her over on her stomach, her ass draped over the edge of the armrest so that he could fuck it with ease. Lyn clutched at the cushions, blanching at the thought of that huge cock being thrust into her little ass hole. The young man spit into the crack of her ass and massaged the liquid into her hole. He spit again into his hands and covered the length of his red, swollen prick with saliva. Lyn looked around wide eyed to see what he was doing and almost swooned when she saw him rubbing the biggest cock that she had ever laid eyes on.
He gripped both cheeks of her ass with his two hands, grabbing big handfulls of her soft yielding flesh and pulled her toward him as he thrust savagely forward with his rod. Lyn screamed in pain as she felt him grabbing at her ass flesh like he was going to rip it from her body. The pain was so great that it almost eclipsed the pain of his monstrous cock being rammed into her tiny ass hole.
Lyn jumped for a second, not sure whether he had plunged it all the way in yet. When she felt it plunging out of her hole, she screamed again and felt tears streaming down her face. She tried to get up before he could continue, but he rammed his cock all the way home once again, pinning her to the couch as if she were impaled on the cock. She screamed again and again, hoping that he would stop, but it was no use:
"It's too big! Ugghhh! Please, take it out! Ugghhh! You're hurting me! Please!"
The man wouldn't stop. He rammed his cock into her ass again and again until he squirted his load of sperm into her. As he came he grabbed the cheeks of her ass again in handfulls and squeezed the soft flesh so hard that his hands drew blood. Lyn fainted dead away when she felt the cock swelling even larger inside of her prior to erupting with sperm. The man continued to pump away until he had discharged his load of sperm into the girl. When he was finished, he called the deck hands in and directed them to return the girl to the shore. First, he took a pouch and filled it full of golden coins. He chained the bag around the surprisingly thin waist of the girl so that it would be secure and reminded the men of the penalty that would fall on them if they so much as touched the girl.
When Lyn awoke on her strip of beach, she felt the sea water washing around her. She jumped to her feet in the moonlit night and bent over almost immediately afterwards to repress a wave of nausea that swept through her when she felt the pain from her still tender ass hole and remembered her experiences on the yacht She straightened up with difficulty and felt the pouch banging against the top of her triangle of pubic hair. She tried to unfasten it from the chain that held it securely around her waist, but it was no use. She opened the top of the bag cautiously and peered inside. Then she reached into the bag and withdrew a handful of shining gold coins. She reached in for more and pulled them out laughing. It was too good to be true. She was rich! Sweeping up her clothes, Lyn scrambled across the dangerously slippery rocks, suddenly unconcerned about the shooting pain of her ass hole as she ran.
She ran back to the bus stop and was very surprised to learn that it was already ten o'clock. Going straight to the dorms, she eagerly sought out her friends to tell them her good news and was annoyed to find neither of them in their rooms. Thinking they had gone off together, unconcerned about her whereabouts, she resolved that they wouldn't get a penny of her new found fortune.
Mary had been glad to find herself alone" that afternoon. She welcomed the chance to get some reading done and was ashamed to tell her friends that she actually wanted to study instead of going to the beach or the movies. The college library was air conditioned, and Mary couldn't think of a better way to spend a hot summer's day. She made her way into the stacks where all the circulating books were kept, and climbed to the sixth level. It was dark and musty as she walked down the rows of books. She made her way to the drama section and selected a copy of the new play that was going to be presented by the school drama society during the winter season. She had heard that auditions were going to be held within the next few weeks. She dreamed to herself of playing the lead, but knew that she probably would not get up enough nerve to try out for the part at all.
She brought the book to the corner of the most deserted section of the library where she knew that she would not be disturbed. She read through the play avidly, unaware of the time as it passed, intent only on the play as she produced it, acted it, and applauded it in her own head. When she finished the play the first time, she read through it again repeating over the lines of Patricia, the most important character in the play. She tried to commit each line to memory and was annoyed at herself when she stumbled over a line or forgot after reading it through two or three times. Soon she was speaking her lines outloud, with great emphasis on what she considered the most important parts.
She read through a whole act, and although she heard her voice ringing out through the stacks of books, she knew that the library was usually deserted this early in the term and was secure that she was alone. So she was somewhat startled when she heard a clapping and whistling noise coming from behind the book shelf to her right after she had completed the first act of her part with a flourish. Blushing furiously Mary charged around the case, her red hair streaming in anger behind her. She was greeted by a young man about, her own age who stared brazenly at her and recited what she knew to be the first line of the second act:
"If we must love, Patricia, let it be a love that will consume us both."
Mary stared at him, confused. She had been so intent on the play, that for a second she didn't know who she was. She thought for a second that this was the character of Tom, Patricia's lover in the play, brought to life by the intensity of her involvement in the drama. She stared at him and felt the next line welling up out of her, as if they were indeed for a brief moment Tom and Patricia, the tragic young lovers of the play:
"If there is such a thing, Tom, I would gladly feed the flames of it with my body. For you."
The young man advanced toward her on cue. The stage directions at this point called for him to kiss her, carry her off the stage, and, to put it bluntly, fuck her. Mary felt his mouth close over hers. His tongue explored her mouth with great care; his body pressed into hers. Still kissing her, the man swept her into his arms and carried her deeper into the deserted section of the library. He placed her gently on the cool floor and knelt down over her. He covered his body over hers like a blanket, kissing her softly all over her face. Mary felt his hands on her breasts, reaching inside of her halter to caress the softness of her wrinkled nipples. She sighed as his hands closed around her breasts and his tongue delicately circled the inside of her ear. The ground was cool and hard under her ass, and Tom, or whoever it was, began to press steadily against her groin with his own. He reached his mouth down to her breasts and began to cover them with soft tender kisses, pausing at her nipples to suck them with his lips, tickling the tender flesh with the tip of his tongue. She kissed the top of his brown hair and pressed her large breasts further into his mouth.
Tom got to his knees again and began to take off his T-shirt and jeans. He then pulled down his shorts to reveal his bouncing penis to Mary's eager sight She reached up to stroke it softly and approvingly, as if trying to coax a young child to help her. The cock was hard but lovely. The skin on it glowed with a pinkness and was smooth beyond belief. It felt like silk in her hands. She bent down to kiss it, laughing with joy as it bounced up and down before her eyes. Then Tom pressed her gently back to the hard, cool ground and peeled her shorts and halter top from her body. He ran his hands over the smoothness of her skin. Their eyes met as his hands covered her face. They stared into each other as if they had been lovers for so long that they no longer could remember aloneness. She kissed his hands tenderly to let him know that she was ready and he pressed his body against hers.
Tom entered her slowly and cautiously. He didn't begin to pump his cock into her until he felt that she was responding against his body. Mary sighed as she felt the smooth hardness of the penis slide into the wetness of her vagina. She began to hump aginst it softly, and felt her lover begin to respond to her movement.
As they began to flow into each others rhythm their mouths reached for one another. They explored each others tongues and breathed love into themselves. Mary thought of nothing. It was a slow and quiet fuck, just the kind she liked. The only thing that ran through her mind was a phrase, over and over again. For no reason at all, it ran through her mind and she had no idea what it meant or where she had heard it:
"The beast with two backs, they are making the beast with two backs."
They rocked into a slow and soothing orgasm. There were no sudden bursts of pleasure, just a slow steady climb as the tension built up into every cell of their bodies and then released itself in slow, steady waves. Both their bodies tingled and rippled with the released tension. The sperm flowed into her, and she relaxed to receive it Her vagina spasmed around his penis until they were both satisfied. Then they lay side by side in the coldness of the library tasting the sweat on each other's skin and holding each other fondly.
Mary was the first one to go. She got up and fastened the clothes back to her body. Then she walked back to the chair in which she had first been reading and retrieved her book. She stopped for a split second and felt the body of the naked young man in her mind and then she slowly turned and walked away.
It was late, past ten already and Mary walked in the cool night air before retiring to the dorm. 'She wanted to stop and tell everyone that she passed about her experience in the library, but instead she clutched the book to her breasts and strolled around the campus, tasting the night air in her throat.
When the bells rang out eleven, she turned to the dorms to go to sleep. She was resolved now that her friends would not influence her as much as they had. They were both beautiful and knew everything about sex that there was to know, but that was not enough. She must learn to let herself go, to blossom on her own, and the audition would be the perfect opportunity to spread her wings.
Lyn was waiting in her room when she returned. She sat on Mary's bed in the dark, wearing only her jeans and staring out the window.
"Well, you're home at last," she said sarcastically still staring out the window, "Where's Anita? Did your friend already go to bed?"
"I haven't the slightest idea in the world where Anita is." Mary replied with more than a trace of annoyance in her voice.
Lyn jumped to her feet, her excitement growing and overpowering her resentment at being deserted by her friends. She held the bag of gold in front of Mary's face and began to regale her with the details of her kidnapping and rape, embellishing every detail with a liberal dose of imagination. Mary examined the gold as Lyn babbled, not really listening to a word that was being said.
"Lyn, this is gold! Where did you get this from?"
"What do you think I've been trying to tell you? Will you listen to me!"
Slowly Mary was able to drag the details from the avalanche of excited words that tumbled from the young blond girl's mouth.
"Why the nerve of that creep!" exclaimed Mary after she heard of the brutal rape, "He thinks that he can just fuck you, and shut you up with a bag of gold?! Who does he think he is!"
Mary continued to berate the young man until Lyn could take no more.
"Are you crazy? Do you know what I can do with this money? Wouldn't you allow yourself to be fucked up the ass for this much money?"
Their conversation was interrupted by Anita who stormed into their room with a huff, tears streaming from her eyes. She threw herself on the bed while the two girls stared at her. Finally, they were able to find out what had happened.
Anita related the details of her afternoon audition and admonished her friends for not being around to convince her not to take the job that had been offered her. Then she filled in the details of the rest of the night.
When she returned to the club, wearing her shortest skirt and her skimpiest halter top, she was greeted with disdain by the other dancers who were all older and mostly professionals. The manager had bent over backwards to keep her happy, sure that she would be a sensation and increase the business in his already booming establishment She was the second girl on. She had to dance one forty minute set and would be paid almost one hundred dollars for it The first girl was fat and couldn't dance for shit She had to leave halfway through her act when an irate customer threw a glass of gin in her face. The alcohol burnt the girl's eyes.
Anita had been rushed to the stage to placate the angry audience. At first she was frightened. The liquor that had inspired her in the afternoon had worn off, leaving her tense and nervous. The sight alone of her young, nubile body was enough to win the audience over, however, and after the first song she really started to get into it again. In the middle of the second song, she began to tease the halter from her body. The audience was delighted and roared their approval as the firm but huge breasts made their appearance. They began to cluster about the stage. Soon Anita removed her skirt and shook her dark patch of pussy into the face of a burly man standing right in front of the stage. He bit her.
She screamed in indignation when she felt his lips biting into her tender young cunt, but forced herself to continue. The audience loved it and slapped the burly man on the back as if to congratulate him on his quick thinking wit Anita threw herself into the music resolved that she would not make that mistake again. The set wore on and the men began to reach up at her sweating body pinching the flesh between her thighs and feeling the smoothness of her white ass. It was hot and the music worked like a drug. Anita began to feel goosebumps rise on her skin each time she felt a hand reaching to catch a feel of her snatch. She rubbed into the hands and closed her eyes in pleasure.
After a while they were everywhere. She felt them pulling insistently at her nipples until she was forced to the floor of the stage. She felt them thrust their fingers into her cunt and she laid there on the stage driven almost wild with passion. A man whipped his cock out and shoved it into her mouth as she was writhing in the spotlight He shoved it into her and within seconds spurted a load of warm sticky sperm between her lips and down her throat. And then the floodgates had opened!
One after another they mounted onto the stage and pumped into her juicy cunt One boy who couldn't have been more than fifteen years old, plunged his cock into the crevice of her breasts. The crowd cheered as he thrust the tip of his small prick into her resisting lips. He pumped five times and then squirted her face with a thin, almost watery, film of sperm. They pulled him off and continued to fuck her. One man turned her on her side and tried to fuck her up the ass while someone else fucked her cunt, but mercifully he was drunk, and couldn't force his limp prick into her hole. He crawled away shamefacedly as the crowd hooted him down. Soon the music stopped and the manager made his way through the crowd, pushing and shoving the men from off of her body. She was covered with sperm. She was lying in a pool of it. ft dripped down her legs and out the corner of her mouth. He pulled her to her feet and led her to the entrance of the bar. She had barely had a chance to collect her clothes, before he pushed her out into the street, shouting hoarsely after her as she ran stumbling down the block, nude and dripping with sperm:
"I said dance, not fuck, you little hooker! You wanna close me for good! This is a bar, not a brothel!"
Cindy had crawled into a back street and dressed in an alley way. She had washed herself off as best as she could in a local gas station and made her way home. She collapsed into tears as she finished her story.
The two girls were sorry for her. They soothed her and carried her to the bathtub where they washed her sperm stained body clean. Then Lyn told her the events of her adventure and showed her the pouch of gold. Anita didn't believe it at first, but after examining the contents of the pouch, she soon forgot about her own mishaps and helped Lyn decide how much the gold was worth, and what she would buy with it.