Chapter 2

By next morning all the other male members of the faculty had arrived, and while Derek noticed that some of them might come in handy as assistants in the long orgiastic nights that lay ahead, he was also pleased to see that none of them presented very serious competition. No, he assured himself, he and Craig still had pretty much of a monopoly on cock at this school. And that, he reminded himself as he strolled across the campus, was exactly the way things should be.

By the time the other men had shown up, it was already common knowledge amongst all the girls in the school that the new headmaster and his young assistant were the owners of two of the best cocks for miles around. None of the girls had tried those cocks yet, of course, except for Felicia Hanley and Cynthia Rodinas. But it was common knowledge throughout the school that both girls set very high standards for bed partners. If these two men were good enough for Felicia and Cynthia, then they sure as hell were good enough for all the other girls.

The only problem was, with so many girls eager to sample what Derek and Craig had to offer, it was a sad fact of life that many of the girls would have to be turned away at the door. Derek and Craig were both big men with big meat, but on a campus of six hundred girls there just wasn't enough of the two men to go around.

So some of the girls would just have to go hungry.

But of course that was the girls' problem, not Derek's or Craig's. Once again these two happy wanderers were up to their necks in pussies. They could pick and choose, take what they wanted and put back the rest. With every girl on the campus beating a path to their door, they were assured of many pleasant hours to come.

After all the girls had flocked to the parking lot to see the other members of the male faculty arrive, they began to troop away slowly. Some of what they'd seen looked diverting, but not really very entertaining. Apparently the headmaster and his assistant were still the only prime cuts on campus. Only two men for all six hundred of them.

But, the girls told themselves, two would be better than nothing.

And two of the girls, Felicia Hanley and Cynthia Rodinas, were at this moment very, very busy indeed. They had commandeered the old gardener's shed and were now holding a council of war in it.

"The way I see things, " Felicia was saying as she lit a reefer and passed it to her friend, "this is roughly how we stand: there are six hundred girls here, and we all want the same two men."

"Check, " agreed her brunette companion, taking a deep drag on the reefer and passing it back. "Only US two girls want THOSE two men all for ourselves."

"Right, " Felicia commented. "We've got a slight advantage there, because we're the only ones who have laid them so far, and they were both impressed with our performance. They'll be back for more, wait and see."

"Don't hold your breath, " muttered Cynthia, who in affairs of sex could at times be very pessimistic. "The fact that they've already had us could be a Disadvantage. I've seen that type of guy before: they don't find one girl and stick to her. They like to prowl around, have a different cunt every day. The fact that they've already sampled our goodies and moved on may be bad for us. If we want to hold onto those two prize cocks we'll have to work out a way to see to it they remain faithful."

"FAITHFUL?" snorted Felicia. "A pair of free-wheeling bachelors like them. Hell, no! Zsa Zsa Gabor is more faithful than guys like that are. This is the voice of experience talking, sister."

Cynthia nodded glumly. "I guess you're right. It looks like we'll never have those two big fat juicy cocks all to ourselves. Unless maybe we kidnap them or something."

"Wait a minute, " shouted Felicia, who was as resourceful as she was voluptuous. "Kidnapping! That gives me an idea!"

"Oh, no you don't, Felish, " Cynthia groaned, accidentally letting the reefer slip from her fingers and roll down a knothole in the floor. "When I said kidnapping I was only kidding. You can't REALLY be planning to kidnap those guys! Besides all the risks involved, it's against the law!"

"So is fucking when you're under age, " retorted Felicia, "but that didn't seem to stop you. As a matter-of-fact, Cynthia, I wasn't really considering kidnapping." Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief. "But I WAS considering something just as illegal."

Cynthia looked pessimistic again. "WHAT, for the love of God?"

Felicia lit up another reefer before she answered. "Blackmail."

"Blackmail?"

"Sure. It's very simple." Felicia stuck the pot-stick into her mouth and began to count on her fingers. "Item One: Both those guys fucked us. That may not be illegal, but it is something they wouldn't care to have made public. It's something we can hold over their heads for future reference."

"Fuck future reference, " hissed Cynthia, leaning forward and snatching the reefer for her own use. "We can't squeal and say they fucked us without incriminating ourselves, unless we say it was rape. But that would get the police involved, and there'd be hell to pay and all...."

"Calm down, Cynth, " said Felicia soothingly. "You didn't let me get to Item Two yet. As far as fucking goes, they've got us up against the same wall we've got them against. But Item Two is something we've got on them that they haven't got on us."

"Yeah?" inquired Cynthia dubiously. "And what pray tell might Item Two be?"

"Elementary, my dear Twatson. Remember what was inside that cute little suitcase they had?"

There was a momentary pause as Cynthia struggled to recall the jumbled events of the day before. Then suddenly her eyes widened as it all came back to her. "Oh, you mean the suitcase with the whips and the chains and...."

"Exactly." Felicia nodded, then took a triumphant drag on the reefer. "It appears that the headmaster and his friend have come unto us with a suitcase full of sexual apparatus. If the school's board of directors found out they'd figure those guys were going to use those whips and chains and so forth on the female teachers, which is bad, or on us poor little students, which is worse, or on each other, which is worst of all."

Cynthia giggled. "I get your drift, " she said excitedly. "We go tell those guys that they have to sexually service us and us only, and if they refuse we threaten to tell the board of directors about their little satchel full of sexual goodies." She frowned. "But what if they call our bluff?"

"They can't possibly, " Felicia reassured her. "We'll have to let them know we mean business, and that if they don't give in we really WILL report them. And they'll know that once we report them not only will they get fired but they'll get thrown in a nice little jail cell where they can twiddle their balls for ten or twenty years."

Cynthia stubbed out the remains of the reefer and stood up, brushing the pleats of her skirt down around her hips and ass. She went towards the door. "Let's go make them an offer they can't refuse."

"No! No! HELL, no!" roared Derek Marcus not too much time later, pounding his fist against the tabletop for emphasis as he glared at the two young but not-so-innocent schoolgirls who stood defiantly before him. "Get this straight, chicks: we run this school and you two are just two of the hundreds of cunts that go here. You mean nothing to us, and even if you did we're not the kind of guys who go steady. Restricting ourselves to two pussies out of six hundred would be worse torture than getting no pussies at all."

"It's a torture you'll have to take, " said Felicia calmly, leaning forward so that both men could see her breasts in all their glorious living color. "Because if you don't do as we say, it's the hoosegow for you. How many nice little schoolgirls do you think you'll get to fuck around with in Cellblock Seven?"

Derek snorted and flicked a cigarette butt across the room disdainfully to land in the fireplace. "Sure, girlie, if you reported us we'd lose this job. AND we'd go to jail. Bu t only if we cared to let the cops catch us." He smiled at the two girls cruelly and lit another cigarette.

"Get wise to a few things, " Craig Bentley informed both schoolgirls. "There are cops in thirty-two states and eighteen countries looking for us, mostly on morals and narcotics raps. We wouldn't be standing here jawing with you if there was a cop between here and Somaliland who could lay a finger on us."

Felicia did not give up easily, but she saw that she had to concede a point. "All right, " she admitted. "So you wouldn't go to jail. But you'd certainly have to get the hell out of the state. And that would mean quitting this lovely little job. And THAT would mean giving up that chance at six hundred little girls' pussies that you seem to hold in such great esteem. Now you wouldn't have to leave the state and give up this nice easy job AND all these chicks, WOULD you?"

Craig turned uneasily to face his senior partner. "Hey, Derek, " he quavered, "the cunt's got a point."

"Shut up, Craig, " Derek snapped. Felicia may have been made of stem stuff, but Derek Marcus was made of even sterner. He walked towards the girl, then reached out with one hand to seize her under the chin and lift her face upwards, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "True enough, girlie, " he spat. "We'd have to leave this nice easy job, with all its fringe benefits. Big shit. There's always another harem around the corner. If we can't find one here we'll look in Brussels, Melbourne, Reno ... there's always been another pussy-nest and there always will be. I'll admit that Craig and I ain't too eager to leave this place just as we started to get to know the female population, but if we have to leave we won't hesitate. You may think you've got us over a barrel, but that barrel ain't even as big as an ice cube. Now from now on we'll make it a point to fuck every girl on campus BUT you two." His cruel smile turned into a sadistic leer. "As a matter-of-fact, you should consider yourselves lucky that you had a chance."

"You shouldn't talk to them like that, Derek, " Craig protested. "I'm sure if we left here we COULD find some more cunts some place. Like you say, we always have and I'm sure we always will. But hell, we went to a lotta trouble to get this job here. I wouldn't feel right goin' through all that hassle and then chucking it like THAT." He snapped his fingers for emphasis.

Felicia and Cynthia, aware of an ally in the enemy-camp, had come closer. "You see?" crowed Cynthia triumphantly. "You have to stay after all. So you might as well do what we...."

"NO, bitch, " snarled Derek, heaving yet another cigarette butt into the already brimfull fireplace. "We don't HAVE to stay. We just WANT to stay. So you haven't got any way to blackmail us."

The two girls would still not give up. "But if you DO stay, then you'll have to fuck us and only us or we'll go to the...."

"Oh, hell!" snorted Craig, who at times could be even more impatient than Derek tended to be. "All this arguing back and forth makes me sick. Why the hell don't we make a compromise?"

Felicia saw that this might be the easy way out after all. "All right, " she said, sitting on a chair with her legs spread wide. "What kind of compromise have you got in mind?"

The idea had seemed to appeal to Derek too. "So you want a compromise, eh? All right, then. Here it is, take it or leave it: me and Craig here fuck all the girls we want, whenever we want."

Cynthia gulped. "What's in it for us, though?" she wanted to know.

"I'm getting to you, sister. Craig and I fuck all we want whenever we want, agreed? BUT the thing you get out of it is you get to help us."

"Help you?" Felicia looked vaguely suspicious, as though expecting a trap to snap shut on her. "Help you do what? From what Cynthia and I saw yesterday, when it comes to fucking you boys don't need no help. So help you do what?"

Derek snorted again. "Obviously you didn't get a very good look at the contents of that suitcase you spoke of so highly. So let me fill you in." His eyes ran lecherously up and down her frame. "And I meant that literally. That suitcase has got chains, whips, cattle prods, everything a schoolmaster needs to keep his students in their place. Wouldn't you two girls like to give us a hand in that department?"

"Not only that, " added Craig hurriedly, eager to convince the girls before they changed their minds. "But also one of those suitcases has a couple of nice big dildos in it. We never use them ourselves, because we're even bigger than the dildos. But wouldn't you like a chance to fuck some of your classmates?"

Felicia's brow wrinkled in thought. "We'll have to think it over. Excuse me while I discuss it with Cynthia." The two girls retired to a corner of the room, turning their big beautiful asses towards their male friends. For at least a minute the only sounds in the room, except for Derek sucking on another cigarette, were the frantic whisperings and rewhisperings of the two schoolgirls as they weighed the advantages and disadvantages of this truly hot deal."

Finally they turned back to face Derek and Craig. "Okay, " Felicia told them. "It's a deal."

"Swell, " said Derek enthusiastically. "We can start right in this very night. Now the way I see it, we'll need four girls to start with. We can work our way up from there. We want to find the four sexiest girls on campus." He saw Cynthia's frown and hastened to correct himself. "Present company excluded, of course. Well get all the girls on campus together and choose our meat for the night's festivities."

About an hour later the news was spreading across the campus like wildfire. The fifth period class was going to be cancelled that day, and instead all the girls were to line up for inspection. Inspection! Imagine! Nothing like that had ever happened before.

"Really, " one girl said to another with a certain amount of indignation, as they raced to obey the order. "Inspection! The men running this place must think this is a military academy, not a girls' school. They must think we're a bunch of boys!"

"Don't worry, " said her friend, giggling. "As soon as they see us lined up for inspection they'll see there's no boys in these parts." Her voice took on a wistful quality. "Though sometimes I wish there were."

"Sometimes?" The first girl scoffed. "Hell, there ain't a moment goes by that I'm not wishing for a hot dick up my hole."

The second girl said something that sounded like agreement, but there was no time to find out. They had to get ready for inspection.

At suppertime that evening the following announcement was heard over the school's public address system: "Your attention please. Will the following students please report to the headmaster's office immediately after the meal: Jennifer Bostwick, Andrea Green, Diane O'Reilly and Kathy Burke." The names were repeated and then the loudspeakers switched off.

In the broadcasting booth, Craig turned to face his partner with no small amount of satisfaction. "Well, that's that. We had inspection, and those four cunts looked like the juiciest on campus." He grinned. "But the proof of the pudding is in the eating."

"Calm down, " Derek told him firmly. Even after all these years, after the untold hundreds and even thousands of girls they'd had, Derek noticed that Craig still had a little-boy attitude towards every impending pussy, as though it were a special treat rather than just one more in a long line of twats. Derek wished he could take that attitude, but after so many years of top-choice prime cut pussy he'd become a little jaded in his tastes.

"It's all set, " he told his partner, trying to maintain an aura of nonchalance that would tone down Craig's overflowing enthusiasm. "I gave Felicia and Cynthia the suitcases with the clothes and the equipment. They're waiting in that place I picked out."

For once Craig Bentley stopped grinning. "What place, Derek?" he wanted to know. "You mentioned it to me, but I never did get all the details straight."

Derek grinned. "It's a place right near here that Cynthia told me about and how to get to. It's an underground cave, apparently Indians used to live there. Some of the girls have been using it for pot parties and such, so there's a couple of tables and gas lanterns and a few other things we'll need."

He tossed his cigarette onto the floor, and watched the red sparks die away. "Yes, Craig, " he said warmly. "This is gonna be one hell of a night."

A few minutes later Jennifer, Andrea, Diane and Kathy, the four girls that the expert eyes of Derek and Craig had chosen as the most desirable, were standing before them. Derek put an air of sternness in his voice and face. He'd been acting and role-playing since the day he was born and this was just one more role for him. But what an enjoyable supporting cast. '

"Ladies, " he said gruffly, staring hard at the eight tits which stood popping out at him, "we've found definite and prolonged use of marijuana and various alcoholic beverages very close to the Academy's premises." He looked each girl in turn in the face. Damn good faces, he told himself. "We've traced the use of these items right here to the school itself, and in fact we've traced them to you four girls." Four simultaneous cries of protest shot out at him, but he silenced them with one uplifted hand. "I am not accusing all of you. I am merely saying that I have reason ... very good reason ... to suspect you four." The protests went up again, and he silenced them again. "I am not saying that all of you are guilty. It may be only one of you, or two of you, but then again it may very well be all of you." As Derek said this it was clear to him by the looks on the girls' faces that ALL of them had been dabbling in such extra-curricular pursuits. "The evidence has been found in an Indian cave near the campus, and I am afraid that I must ask the four of you to accompany me there."

"What good would that do?" one of the girls, the girl named Jenny, started to ask, but she quickly silenced herself. It didn't matter whether they were guilty or not. They knew that Derek had only to SAY that they were guilty, and that would be sufficient for them to be expelled. The girls knew that they had to obey their headmaster.

A few minutes later the four girls were following Derek and Craig towards the Indian cave.

Neither Derek nor Craig had ever been to this cave before, but Cynthia had given Derek very explicit instructions on how to get there. And he in turn had given Cynthia and Felicia very explicit instructions on what would happen once they arrived there with their four delicious young schoolgirl prisoners.

As the two men walked down the forest path towards this mysterious cave, they could tell that the four girls with them were gradually growing more and more curious about what would happen once they actually got to the cave. Well, Derek told himself with satisfaction, let them wonder. They'll find out once they get there.

One of the characteristics of this cave was that it was fairly high up a more or less sheer rock face. It was fairly easy to climb up and down this rock face safely, but it was impossible to go up or down it quickly. This meant that, once the girls were safely tucked away inside, they would nor be able to escape. They could run out of the cave, but they wouldn't be able to climb down the rock wall fast enough to get away.

Besides, Derek told himself with a smile, by the time we get through with these cunts they won't be able to run or climb or do anything else, except lie there. Just lie there and moan.

The steep rock wall was looming up at them in the distance, and several feet up it Derek could make out the entrance to the cave. In a very few minutes it would be sunset. Derek calculated that as soon as he and Craig got their four young prisoners inside the cave it would be pitch black, both inside and outside the cave. But that was all right, because according to Cynthia the place was rigged out with butane lanterns.

Two of the girls, Andrea and Kathy, seemed to be acting strangely, and to Derek it seemed quite likely that these two girls had actually never been here before. It was clear to him that all four of these twats, and probably dozens of others still on campus, had been sneaking off the grounds for pot and booze sessions, but apparently they didn't all go to the same place. Derek began to wonder just how many caves and abandoned sheds and so forth were near this campus, and he also began to wonder if any of them might be more ideally suited to his lecherous purposes than this cave would be.

By now they were directly underneath the rock wall that led to the cave, and Derek began to scale it, ordering the girls to follow with Craig bringing up the rear in case a girl slipped. The climbing was easy enough, but very slow going, and Derek began to wonder how much trouble Cynthia and Felicia had had climbing up here while carrying the suitcase. Because that suitcase contained some very heavy things. Some very heavy things indeed.

Things like chains and shackles and manacles and all kinds of other little playthings that he just knew he and these girls would have a lot of fun with.

Soon they were, one by one, reaching the lip of the entrance to the cave. It was dark now, and Derek had to flick on his lighter to find the benzene lantern that Felicia had promised to leave at the entrance for him. As the light flicked on he thought he caught a glimpse of steel in the background, and he chuckled softly to himself. The cave was dark now, but very soon Jenny and Andrea and Diane and Kathy would all be seeing the light. Very, very soon.

He found the lantern after a few seconds of searching. There was a full gas tank attached to it, and he lit it and turned it on. He knew that Felicia and Cynthia would be hiding in the rear of the cave, in the darkness, and would not reveal themselves until the proper moment.

He turned towards the four girls, and as Derek faced them he saw that Craig was subtly placing himself between the girls and the exit to the cave. This little soiree had been well-planned indeed.

"All right, girls, " Derek told the four gorgeous chicks who stood before him, and he had to whisper because his voice carried so far in the still country air. "We know that at least one of you has been using marijuana and narcotics here, as well as liquor. In fact, we have good reason to believe that at least one of you is actually carrying illegal drugs on her person right now. Therefore, we must all ask you to strip and submit to a search."

"Strip?" shrieked Diane, and as the girl protested Derek could tell, by the intonation of her voice, that this girl really WAS hiding some kind of contraband on her body. He couldn't wait to see what it was, and where she'd stashed it.

"We're not going to take our clothes off and let you feel us up, " Diane went on defiantly. "If you really thought we were hiding something, why didn't you have one of the female teachers search us in your office, instead of luring us out here for God knows what." She turned to face the other girls. "If you ask me, these perverts have brought us up here so they can rape us."

Derek had foreseen resistance on the part of the girls, but not quite like this. There was no choice but to rely on his instincts. "Diane O'Reilly, " he announced in a firm, masterful voice, "I have proof positive that at this very moment YOU are concealing a rather interesting thing upon your own person. Listen to the tone of my voice, Diane. You know that this is not a bluff."

It obviously was not a bluff. And it was just as obvious, to all the girls, that from the way Diane reacted she knew the accusation was correct. Derek knew he had her trapped; she couldn't deny a charge that every one present knew was true.

But still she wouldn't give up. "All right, " she said. "So I HAVE got something. Now, Mister Marcus, maybe you can tell me what it is."

My serve, Derek thought to himself grimly.

He decided that once he had these girls naked and in chains Diane would get special treatment for all the trouble she was causing. He could feel every eye, including Craig's upon him as he spoke. "All right, Diane, but I don't think you'd like your friends to hear what I'm going to say. You wouldn't like me to tell them that you're concealing DRUGS...." Drugs was just a guess of course, but it was a pretty good one.

Still Diane persisted. "Drus is a pretty ambiguous statement, " she told Derek. "Maybe you can tell me what KIND of drugs?"

"Oh, the hell with this, " spoke up the girl named Kathy Burke, a cute girl with orange hair. "We better do what he says, Diane, and get this over with. If you're worried about rape, we've got them outnumbered, and a scream would carry for miles around here. Besides, I don't see why YOU should be worried about rape."

The other girls giggled at Diane's discomfort over the insult. Then, following Kathy's lead, they began to pull off their clothes, eager and impatient to get this mysterious business over with.

Seeing that she had no choice in the matter, Diane sighed wearily and began to pull the clothes from her own delicious body. Derek promised himself that it would be a long time before she got a chance to put those clothes back on. If ever.

Finally all four girls were down to bras and panties. Looking Derek in the eye, Andrea wailed "Do we have to take EVERYTHING off? Can't we leave our underthings on?"

"Of course not, " snapped Derek. "Every one knows that drug users carry the stuff next to their skins. Or even INSIDE their skins. I may have to check your mouths, anuses and vaginas." To himself Derek thought: I've got a special probe just for checking the insides of vaginas. I keep it between my legs.

The girls began to pull off their underwear, and there was a dull smacking sound as something hit the floor near Diane's feet. Derek saw at a glance what had made the noise: three or four glassine envelopes filled with white powder.

"All right, " he said, "now that all of you are naked, we've got a little surprise for you." Turning towards the rear of the cave, he shouted "NOW!"

Instantly two more benzene lanterns hissed into life, and a moment later two more. By now the cave was fully lit, and all four girls gasped at the sight that greeted them.

In the center of the cavern was a huge oak table, complete with chains and shackles attached to each corner. In the far wall, several more chains ahd been driven into the wall with spikes that were attached to them. In the corner lay several very interesting objects, objects that are sold only to people twenty-one years of age or more, and even then they are sold with only the greatest of all possible discretion.

But the most amazing sight of all was yet to come. From a darker recess in the cavern wall stepped two voluptuous girls, clad in black leather bras, black masks, black hip boots with high heels and black garter belts with stockings. But the crowning touch was the pair of nine-inch dildos, each one strapped over one of the two delicious looking torsos. Felicia and Cynthia had had time to put their costumes on.

And now the two men and the two dominatrixes were coming slowly, inexorably, towards the four quivering, helpless, naked young schoolgirls.

"Okay, folks, " Derek announced with a grin. "LET'S HAVE A PARTY!"