Chapter 8
They woke the next morning, and wolfed down a hurried breakfast of tea and scones at a snack bar. They rushed to catch the first bus out to Salisbury Plains where the gigantic Stonehenge monument lay scattered over the rolling grass, like the playthings of a giant Mary walked through the intricate arrangement of stones in the early morning mist The stones were deserted on the rainy Tuesday morning.
But Roscoe seemed to appear out of nowhere "My friends are waiting for you in the souvenir shop. You can give my share to them. I want nothing more to do with it I'm through."
Mary turned and walked off into the rolling hills of grass. The mist was slowly lifting. She saw a bus come cruising down the winding road that led from the town. She was completely broke, but was resolved to walk to town if she had to, to walk to London if she had to, to swim home if she had to. Rosco ran behind her.
"I really don't think you understand my meaning, Miss. I have the money. Your share for the coins, don't you want it?"
"I've already told you what to do with the money. Give it to my friends, they deserve it I'm going home. If they don't want it, you can have it"
She stopped and turned toward Rosco, suddenly excited.
"Yes, that's even better. You can have it Here I'll sign something for you. A deed or anything, I don't care. The money's yours, if you want it"
Just then the three of her friends came running up to them from the safety of the souvenir shop. Their faces were twisted with excitement, as they ran up to the couple.
Mary was exasperated with the man for delaying her chance to flee the situation. She turned toward him angrily as her friends ran up to them.
"Now look what you've done. Don't tell them, you hear me? If you don't tell them, I'll give you my share honest I just don't want them to know."
The man was astonished at the girl, but he turned to face his friend Bill. Bill and the other two girls stood breathless in anticipation. The man pulled out his watch and consulted it before replying.
"It's no go," he said.
"Whaa? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? No go? You mean you couldn't...."
The three of them replied at once their mouths hanging open in rage and frustration.
"I mean that it's no go. I can't get rid of them. Here are your coins back. Good day."
The man pulled the small pouch out of his waistcoat and tossed them lightly to the ground. He turned and started to walk away, but then stopped as if he thought better of it. He saw Mary's lips were tight and realized that she was not going to tell them. She knew about the curse. That was obvious. But for some reason the others didn't know or care.
"Look, don't you know about the curse? These things are worthless. No one will touch them. They're more trouble that they're worth, don't you realize that by now?"
Lyn, Anita, and Bill stared at him, speechless. They had been so sure that they would get their million pounds. The loss was more real than anything else that had happened to them yet They stood in the morning mist, near the outer edge of the great stone circle. Mary picked up the bag and hefted it She reached back over her head and threw the bag on top of one of the stone pillars. The bag soared upward into the mist It landed on the pillar with a plop. The rainy mist was no longer cold on Mary's face. It felt delightful. She laughed, feeling as though one of those huge limestone columns had been lifted from her back.
Her three friends stood staring up at the pillar. Mary laughed at the expression on their faces; she laughed at the whole stupid quest; she laughed at the million pounds; she laughed at the threat of Joe Stern; she laughed at herself.
Rosco smiled at her. He thought of the coins on top of the pillar and his smile broadened. Who would ever think to look up there? His smile deepened; he laughed so fly at first, but soon was doubled over rolling on the muddy grass with Mary.
Anita, Lyn and Bill continued to stare at the pillar. The sun broke through the clouds for a flashing second and struck the landscape with a sudden wash of weak sunlight A crowd of people had gotten off the bus that Mary had seen before and made their way toward the circle of stones.
Mary picked herself up and fought to control her laughter. Her friends glared at her in contempt She asked Roscoe if he was heading toward London. He motioned the four of them to follow him and headed off across the rolling grass. Mary walked by herself behind the others. She stopped to look behind her at the circle of stones that seemed to shrink with every step they took. They walked for a half hour or so. Rosco led them to a back road where his car was parked. The five of them were silent Each wrapped in thought.
They drove straight to London and checked into a small hotel. Mary had no idea how they would get the money to go home, but Rosco lent it to them. The next morning, they returned to the States and back to their college. It was as if they had never left.
The Professor disappeared in the crowded airport Anita simply turned off into a bar as soon as they landed. Lyn and Mary went back to their rooms at the college. Mary stripped when she got home. She examined her naked body in front of a full length mirror. The bruises and cuts that had been inflicted upon her were almost healed. She stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash all over her. She had just lathered herself up thoroughly when she heard someone step into the room. Thinking that it was Joe Stern coming to repay her, she turned off the water and waited, silently and calmly for whatever would happen next. Much to her surprise, Anita shyly opened the door to her shower and stepped inside, fully clothed. Tears were streaming down her face, and she smelled of whiskey.
Mary put her hands around the shaken girl and drew her under the spray of warm soothing water. She kissed her head lightly and began to peel the dirty and wrinkled clothes from her scarred body. She saw at once, that Anita had suffered a great deal more than her from their night in the pub. She drew the now naked girl into the warmth of her body and kissed her again and again on the neck, the face, the shoulders, and her breasts.
"What's the matter, Anita? Don't worry, everything's all right now, don't worry."
Mary continued to soothe the ruffled girl. She kissed her softly and lathered her cut and bruised body as she did so. She held her friend lovingly in her arms and pressed herself against Anita's beautiful body. Their breasts rubbed against each other, and Mary felt a tingling sensation in her crotch. Their nipples grew into each other as they pressed and squirmed together. Mary felt Anita move her head towards her own and knew that her suddenly shy friend wanted her to kiss her, so she did. They kissed gently at first, their lips together as they embraced. Then after a tense moment of hesitation, Anita slid her tongue out to search her friend's mouth. Their tongues wrapped around each other.
Mary massaged the girl's skin softly. She pressed her hands against her ass to push her full mound of pussy into her own. They stayed in the shower kissing and petting for almost an hour. Then they dried and retired to the bedroom. They were both still nude and just climbing into bed together when Lyn entered. The blond girl didn't say a word but hopped into the bed with her two friends after taking all the clothes from her body.
It was so good to be home!
Mary pressed her lips into Lyn's and kissed her warmly. The blond girl's breasts pressed against Mary, causing her to moan softly from the softness of the sensation. Mary ran her hands lightly down the back of the girl on top of her until they rested on the soft white cheeks of her ass. Their two mounds of pussy ground against each other passionately as Anita watched. As the two girls continued to tussle together on the bed, Anita began to get a little bored. She reached into Mary's night-table and extracted the dildo she was certain would be there. It was a bright red one, plastic, and shaped exactly like the erect penis of a very well hung man. Anita fingered the object lovingly, marvelling at the workmanship and the detail. The tip of the nine inch dildo was mushroom shaped and a shade darker than the shaft of the artificial cock. As she held it in front of her face, it almost seeemed to swell larger in anticipation.
Anita had lost interest in her friends for the moment. She began to push the plastic cock into her pussy and was surprised at how easily it slid right into her. When she had it all the way in, she pulled it right back out again. It felt good! She repeated the action again and again until beads of sweat covered her now shivering body. With her free hand Anita gently massaged her still sore tits. She stroked her flaming nipples and lovingly ran her hands down the side of her luscious body. At the slit of her twat, Anita paused and searched for the bump of her clit. It was not hard to find.
Soon she was rubbing her clit and fucking her cunt with abandon. She felt a huge orgasm welling up from inside of her in waves of pleasurable warmth. When she finally did come, her cries of lust caught the attention of her two friends and made them stop and stare at the frantic Anita in admiration:
"Ahhh! Ahm coming! Ohh, good god! I'm argghhhh!!"
Mary and Lyn stopped long enough to watch Anita complete her climax and then returned to each other, hoping that the inspiration provided by their friend would drive them an orgasm of their own. As they squirmed around on the bed, the door flew open and Joe Stern sauntered into the room clutching a very long and very menacing pistol. None of the girls had ever seen a gun before and the sight of their enemy waving one at them almost made them faint.
Joe walked confidently up to the bed and looked down at the girls smiling. All action in the bed had frozen. Finally, Joe spoke:
"Have a nice trip? I certainly hope for your sake that it was a profitable trip. What did you do with the money?"
Mary was the first one to respond.
"There isn't any money. The coins were worthless. We couldn't get rid of them."
"Yeah, sure. Listen. You girls must think I'm stupid, you know. I've seen those coins. I know how much their worth. You can either give me the money, or I'll blow your brains out."
There was nothing to do, and Mary realized it. Why should he believe that they had thrown the money on top of the middle pillar of the Stonehenge momument? The coins had probably been discovered by now anyway, so what was the use. Mary sat up suddenly.
"Look, I'm tired of this whole stupid thing, Joe. You don't believe us, then kill us. I don't care anymore. We don't have the coins. We threw them away, and that's that. Take it or leave it!"
The last thing that Mary saw was the barrel of the revolver slashing toward her skull as Joe, infuriated by her arrogance, cracked her sharply against the head and sent her reeling off into unconsciousness. He then repeated his threats to the other two girls, but got no response. The girls were crying and trembling uncontrolably in fear. Joe pointed the gun at Anita and told her that if she didn't tell him where the money was within the next ten seconds, he would blow both of her breasts off. When Joe got to three, Anita began to throw up violently. Joe decided that either the girls were telling the truth, or they weren't going to tell him. Either way, he would be out the money. He told the girls to get dressed, that they were going with him to meet some friends. They had to carry Mary out of the dormitory, and the girls were sure that they would be stopped, or questioned, or something. But nothing happened. They walked across the campus and nobody said a word. They had to stop to catch their breath every once in a while, and once they stopped no more than five feet away from a gaurd who stood in the middle of the campus smoking a cigar. He didn't say a word. They lifted up the unconscious girl and continued on out the campus to Joe's car.
There were three men in the car waiting for them. One of them was the old jeweler who had first advised them to see Joe in order to get rid of the contraband coins. The other two looked more like gorillas than men. The limosine was big enough to fit them all in comfortably though, and as soon as Joe had ushered the three girls into the back seat, he jumped behind the wheel and took off. The men were silent as they drove through the city. The only sound in the limo, was that of Anita whimpering softly to nobody in particular.
They drove to Joe's warehouse, and by that time Mary had regained consciousness. She had a splitting headache and felt sick to her stomach. There was dried blood caked to the bump on her head and she rubbed it gingerly as the two gorilla-men shoved them into the dark and deserted warehouse. The girls were deposited on the beds and guarded by the two strong men as Joe and the jeweler had a conference. After a few seconds they hurried over to the girls smiling in what was supposed to be friendship.
The jeweler spoke first.
"We have decided to let bygones be begones. We are going to let you in with us. If you give us the coins, we will dispose of them for you, and give you a share of the profits. Of course, if you refuse, well quite frankly, I cannot foretell what reaction my friends would have. I advise you to accept our offer. It is final."
There was no response from the bed. Joe advanced to the closest girl, who happened to be Lyn, and began to slap her with the back of his hand right across her face. He had to be pulled off of her by the jeweler and one of the other men before he would stop. Mary spoke again, her voice tinged with a note of desperation:
"Look, we don't have the coins! But we can tell you how we got them. Would that satisfy you? Then will you let us go?"
Mary had no idea of what she was saying. She was just trying to stall for time. But as she spoke she began to formulate a plan. The men seemed to perk up at this bit of information. It wasn't what they wanted, but it was better than nothing. The girls were dragged back to the car, and Mary directed them to Lyn's beach, the beach where Lyn had first encountered the man on the boat and received the platinum coins as a reward for her services. The chances of encountering the mysterious yacht again were slim, but it was better than being tortured to death in the gloomy warehouse. At least out on the open beach, the men would have to dispose of them quickly, if not mercifully.
They pulled up to the beach, and Lyn led them to the stretch of slippery rocks that separated the deserted stretch of sand from the main beach. The men tied the girls' hands behind them before they started so that even if they did escape from them, they would not be able to swim away. It was light on the beach. The water reflected the moonlight like a mirror and seemed to flood the night with an eerie brightness. As they crossed the rocks, Mary stared out to the sea and swept her eyes over the horizen. Nothing.
When they got to the deserted section of the shoreline, Lyn, under Mary's prodding, told the men the story as best as she could remember it.
"What!" Stern screamed at her when she finished, "You brought us all the way out here for that?! That' it! If they want to play dumb let 'em! Now we'll do things my way!"
He motioned to the men to bring Lyn over to him. They shoved her to her knees in front of him and pulled her head back by the hair. As she stared up at the man, he cocked his pistol and shoved the barrel of it in her mouth.
"We'll go one by one until all three of youse is dead. Maybe that'll convince you that we mean business."
There was nothing to do, but Joe was stopped by his own men. They wanted nothing to do with a murder, at least with a murder that appeared so obvious.
"Why shoot her," said one of them, "why not drown her?"
Quickly, the men stripped off Lyn's clothes from her body. She knelt shivering in the cold moonlight awaiting her execution.
"What's the rush?" said one of them as he reached down to fondle the massive breasts of the luscious girl. "We got all night." With that the two men threw down their guns and prepare to rape the helplessly naked girl. Her eyes rolled in fright as she was shoved onto her back and told to spread her legs. The first huge gorilla-man unzipped his fly and pulled at his cock until it was fully erect. He knelt between the girl's legs and savagely pushed his way in. Lyn screamed as she felt the length of his manhood tearing into her still dry cunt. The man's friends had no intention of taking sloppy-seconds and gruffly ripped the clothes from off of Anita's back. He thrust the girl on her back next to the other couple and jumped on top of her. As he plunged into her he twisted both of her breasts in his rough hands causing her to scream in pain and humiliation. Mary watched, sick with fear, knowing that after they finished raping them they would be pushed into the cold waves to drown.
Joe Stern and the Jeweler were growing anxious. They started at each noise as if they expected to be interrupted at any moment. When the men finished, they quickly started dragging the two helpless girls into the water as Mary watched them. They were a few steps into the pounding surf when the beach was flooded with light. Stern, the elderly Jeweler, and their two bodygaurds ran off across the jagged rocks leaving the two girls struggling in the surf. Mary ran over to help them.
The light was coming from the cliffs over their heads and from the intensity of it, Mary judged that it must have been a very powerful searchlight. As the three girls struggled out of the surf and helped each other to untie their bonds, they heard shots in the distance. They looked up at the clifftop and saw four bodies hurtling over the edge, one after another. It was Joe Stern and his friends.
When the girls made their way back across the rocks, they looked about for the police, but there weren't any. Stern's car was gone as well. Apparently Joe had been in desperate need of money. He had probably had an outstanding debt with the wrong kind of people: the kind that don't like to kept waiting. Luckily for the girls, he had run out of time.
The night seemed fresh and clear as they rode back to the campus on the bus. It was almost dawn before they got back to their rooms, but it didn't seem to matter. Even the thought of Professor Nielson's Math Lecture seemed to be a refreshing way to spend the morning to the girls after their adventures. They looked forward to the peace and quiet of the academic life, certain that they would never be bored by it again.