Chapter 3
One of the girls screamed, and as she did so Derek caught a glimpse of Felicia tugging at a rope that looked suspiciously like a curtain cord. A moment later a roll of black fabric tumbled down from above, sealing off the mouth of the cavern. The cloth wouldn't prevent anyone from getting through the opening, but it would keep any further screams and such from being heard by passing Boy Scouts.
The four naked schoolgirls made a mad dash for the door, but they were surrounded by people who were stronger than they. It was the work of a moment to snatch the four victims and wrestle them over to the wall, to shackle them hand and foot.
"Not Diane, " Derek said as he saw Craig and Felicia trying to bind the girl in question to the wall with the others. "She's been a bad girl: carrying drugs and disobeying her master. So we're going to punish her first."
Diane O'Reilly shrieked and screamed and pleaded for mercy, but it was no use at all. She was dragged over to the oaken table and tossed unceremoniously onto it. Then she was shackled hand and foot, spreadeagled and stark naked, her captive flesh easy prey for all who wanted it.
"Now listen to me and listen carefully, " Derek said to all four prisoners, and as he spoke he could feel his organ slowly getting larger and more aroused within his pants. It knew that it would be called upon to perform soon. "Listen to me, all you girls. Mister Bentley and I and your fellow students here are going to give you a little working over. There'll be no damage done. Maybe some bruises or a little loss of blood, but nothing permanent. No scars, no teeth knocked out, no amputations."
He lit a cigarette, pausing for effect. "PROVIDED of course that you don't try any funny business. Because if we decide to open up a tiny little vein in your finger, just for fun of course, and you don't like that idea, then we may make a little mistake and just maybe accidentally by mistake open up a vein in let's say your NECK."
He knew that all the girls were listening now. "We're going to have a little fun with you and we hope you have as much fun as we do, not that it really matters. And when we let you go you will of course forget all about this. Because we KNOW that you've all been using drugs, and if you should decide to talk about us we might decide to talk about you." Actually Derek could tell that all four girls had been using the stuff, but the only one he had any evidence on was Diane. All four girls were too scared to realize this however.
Derek stepped back slightly and gestured for Craig to pick up the glassine envelopes and put them in his pocket.
Jenny, Andrea and Kathy, the three naked schoolgirls who were shackled to the stone cavern wall, looked on in helpless horror as Derek strode slowly and deliberately towards the bare wooden table across which the spreadeagled Diane lay in chains.
With a sudden vicious snarl Derek lashed out with his strong right hand. He slapped Diane across the face, then backhanded her. There was fear in her eyes and loathing in her mind. "I hate you, " she muttered thickly as the blood began to boil beneath her skin. "God, do I hate you."
Derek merely grinned at her, grinned the lazily sadistic smile of a man who knows he is totally in charge of the situation, and that all others must obey his commands. "Shut up, cunt, " he said to her through his teeth. "You take what I give you. You take it and you like it. And if you don't like it, then I'll just have to make you like it, won't I?"
He struck her again and again, and the pain she was enduring was reflected in the faces of her captive comrades. Each stroke of the hand against Diane's flesh elicited winces and moans from the three girls who were chained to the bare stone wall.
Finally Derek decided that his hand had spawned enough pain in this woman's flesh. But only his hand. There were certain other parts of his body which still cried out for a chance to hurt her, that hungered for an opportunity to make her scream with pain.
In the flickering shadows which leaped and danced away from the steady glare of the benzene lanterns, the captive women could see his excited hand slowly dropping past his waist, past his belt, towards the fly of his trousers. As they watched they saw him slowly, steadily open the fly. There was a sudden popping sound, like a cork being pulled from a bottle of champagne, and then his cock had popped out from its hiding place. Derek's massive organ still hung limp and flaccid, but before the captive schoolgirls' eyes the organ began to swell, began to billow up into stiffness and tumescence, until within a matter of seconds it was standing straight out from his body, tugging to leave his flesh and burrow into the helpless, quivering female body that lay stretched out for all to see.
Derek came closer, until he was scant inches away from the table, his vibrating organ's tip brushing lightly against the edge of the tabletop. Suddenly he gave a powerful spring and vaulted through the air, to land standing on the table, towering over his victim.
Then he spread his legs, straddling her as though he were some powerful Greek Colossus, staring down at his victim with the contempt that she deserved.
"I am your master, " he intoned, watching the fear in her eyes heighten as he came closer to her. "I am your master and you must obey me. You are my slave and you must obey me. You must submit, you must surrender. If I decide to kill you, that is your fate and you deserve it. If I decide to be merciful and spare your life for a few more days, that is also your fate although you do not deserve it."
He gave a sudden lunge forward, and his powerful muscular body slammed down upon the naked body that lay chained before him. With his huge hands Derek gripped the glistening thighs and thrust them farther apart than they were already, until the young girl cried out in pain as though she were being torn apart.
There was her cunt, her moist young cockpit, waiting impatiently for his shaft of flesh to violate it. Derek noticed with a certain amount of pleasure and a greater amount of surprise that Diane was still a virgin. Well, there's always a first time for everything, he said to himself, and Diane's first time is here and now.
He thrust his muscular torso forward, and his long lance forced its way into her vagina, rending and ripping the flimsy maidenhead, tearing it loose from its lashings. A thin trickle of blood began to slide from the cleft between her legs, a river of red from her Red River Valley. It was the normal flow of blood that accompanies a girl's sudden loss of her vaginal virginity, and within a few, minutes the bleeding would stop. But there might be other bleedings, and they would not stop so swiftly.
As a matter-of-fact, they might very well never stop at all. Derek was pumping now, sending his massive tool churning and grinding up and down within the captive flesh. Diane had never had a man's meat between her legs before, certainly not meat so large and powerful and well-trained as this, and it was a very unusual sensation to feel her insides being torn apart by this gigantic grinding sex organ.
And then Derek could feel himself creaming within her, filling her body up with his hot thick passion-juice. This was an even stranger sensation to Diane, and she cried out again and again, begging for mercy.
But there was to be no mercy that night. Derek arose from the table and hit her again, harder than before, and his hand left a red mark on her white skin. "I'm through with you, bitch, " he announced. "For the MOMENT. I've used you and I'm throwing you aside like the piece of utter shit that you are. But I may, just may, decide to use you again later. Maybe you'll like that and maybe you won't, but it doesn't matter and neither do you. I'm the master here and you're nothing but shit." He lit a cigarette and blew smoke in her face. "And if I DO decide to use you again, you can bet that next time it'll hurt a lot more, and last a lot longer." He leaned forward and ground the cigarette down hard, burying its smoldering end in the flesh of her thigh. She shrieked, but Derek ignored that.
He crossed the room to face Craig and the two black leather maidens, Felicia and Cynthia. "I'm through with her, " he told them. "For the MINUTE, at any rate. You can work her over now. But save some for me, because I might want to come back for seconds." He flicked his still-burning cigarette towards the three sex prisoners who were chained to the wall, and he smiled with immense satisfaction as the cigarette bounced off Jenny's naked left tit.
Now Craig had gone over to the table. He had his meat out and he was ready to use it on the cowering Diane. Go ahead, Craig thought to himself, go ahead and put up a fight. Scream. Struggle. I want it. Pussies taste better when I have to chase them and fight for them. But of course, I always win the battle.
Craig had Diane's legs spread now, and was plunging his organ deep within her. Derek knew what Craig was doing, and did not have to look. He had watched Craig fuck so many times that he knew the man's modus operandi nearly as well as he knew his own. Derek would have nothing to gain by watching Craig make the girl suffer when he could create a little suffering on his own.
Slowly Derek strode across the bare cavern floor to the suitcase his two handmaidens had brought here, the suitcase containing the tools of his trade. Slowly, leisurely, with the air of a man deciding what wine to have for dinner, Derek' examined the contents of the suitcase, even though he knew full well exactly what was within. At length he selected three small cat-o'-nine-tails. He tossed one apiece to Cynthia and Felicia and kept the third for himself. The tails of each instrument of torture had been bound into little knots, and Derek knew that those tight bundles of leather would produce very interesting results indeed.
Derek and Felicia and Cynthia came deliberately towards the three cowering schoolgirls who were shackled hand and foot to the wall. In the background they could hear Diane groaning and sobbing as Craig exacted his pound of flesh from her.
At a signal from Derek, his two capable assistants both flicked their black leather cats through the air at the exact same moment that he did, through the air to touch the skin of the victims beyond. Andrea shrieked, and Kathy whimpered, but Derek was annoyed to see that Jenny showed no reaction whatever. Secretly, he had to admire her: he saw that she knew the torture was inevitable and that to cry out would be useless, whereas not to react would deny her tormentors some of their pleasure. Derek resented this. He wanted his young victims to cry out, to scream, to plead, to beg for mercy.
He lashed out at Jenny more savagely than before, and he caught a glimpse of light within her eyes, light that grew brighter as the leather stung her flesh. Was she beginning to submit, to succumb, to surrender to the stroke of his instrument of torture? Derek lashed out again, sending his cat-o'-nine-tails streaking out to bite into the flesh of her cheek. When it came away he saw that it had left a mark underneath, a mark that Jenny would carry for some time to come. That is, if she lived that long.
Now Derek and his two handmaidens were all flogging in unison, bringing their leather cats down again and again across the reluctant flesh that lay imprisoned before him. The captive schoolgirls began to moan and shriek and cry, and behind them the cries of the violated Diane joined in the chorus.
Derek stepped back, stopping the flaying, and as he stopped Felicia and Cynthia stopped too. That was good, he told himself. These girls had to remember that he was the master, the one in charge, that he gave the orders and called the shots. As long as they kept that in mind, they would work well together. Very well indeed.
Derek called out to Craig, who had just finished shooting-his wad of cock sauce into the frantic Diane. "Unchain her and let her up, Craig, " he commanded. "I think we'll give one of the other girls a chance to suffer for a while." He saw the three girls in chains shudder as he spoke.
"Hey, wait a minute, " Felicia protested. "You and Craig both fucked her, but Cynth and I didn't get a crack at that crack yet. What's the sense of having a dildo if I don't get a chance to use it?" She looked lecherously at the sobbing Diane. "Me and Cynthia want to screw her good."
Derek's powerful fist shot through the air, and a moment later Felicia was lying in the dust on the cavern floor. "Bitch!" He spat at her. "You dare to question my commands? I, your lord and master and ruler? You will fuck only the girls I say you will fuck, if and when I give you permission to. Is that quite clear, slave?"
Rebellion was flaming into life within Felicia's clear blue eyes, but she managed to conceal it from her master. "Y-yes, " she managed to stammer at length. "You are the master. I hear and I must obey." To herself she thought, now that I've got this dildo I wouldn't mind fuckin' you up the ass, Mister Derek Marcus. But she dared not voice her thoughts out loud. Not yet, anyway. Perhaps later she would have her chance.
Derek turned to watch as Craig skillfully removed the chains from Diane's throbbing, pain-wracked limbs. Then Craig slapped the girl hard, knocking her onto the bare stone floor and kicking her into a distant corner. Diane lay there, a twisted heap of violated humanity, sobbing and groaning.
Derek walked towards the girl, the hard soles of his boots clattering dully across the cavern. The toe of one boot shot outwards and kicked her. "Get up, bitch, " he commanded. "Get up and take your punishment. No female is allowed to rest until we have fully had our way with her." He kicked her again. "Now get up and take the punishment you deserve."
Diane didn't move. Savagely Derek snapped his fingers and pointed at Craig. Derek didn't even have to give the order, because the huge blonde man knew exactly what he was to do; he had done this so many times before. Craig walked across the room and seized Diane roughly by the shoulders, dragging her to her feet. He twisted one arm painfully behind the small of her back, and she shrieked in unceasing agony as he pushed her across the room towards the wall where the other three girls stood in chains. They knew that it would be their turn soon, and Diane would be watching them endure the same torture that had already been forced upon her own body and soul.
Slowly, leisurely Derek examined the three girls that cowered in chains before him, spread out in a row like some sort of sexual meat rack. He eyed each one of them carefully, weighing their comparative characteristics. Which one would give him the most pleasure now, and which the most pleasure later. All three girls were watching him nervously as he inspected them, each hoping against hope that she would not be the one to be chosen, although all knew that eventually every one of them would have a turn to feel pain at his hands.
Derek turned away from Andrea and Kathy, and his eye fell upon Jenny. So Jenny had refused to cry out before, eh? Well, he'd make her cry out now. He'd make her scream and whimper and beg for mercy, mercy that she knew full well would never be granted to her.
Derek nodded his head slightly in the direction of the fearful Jenny. "Her, " he said quietly, in almost a whisper.
"NO!" Jenny shrieked in a voice that would resurrect the dead. "No, not me! Take one of the others! Take one of the others!"
But her entreaties were to no avail. Felicia and Cynthia unchained her from the wall and dragged her over to .the table, the sacrificial altar that was waiting to receive its next victim. No sooner was Jenny freed from the chains then Craig dragged the sobbing Diane across the cavern to take her place, and a moment later the shackles closed around the wrists and ankles of Diane.
Now it was Jenny's turn to be chained spreadeagled to the table. She fought and bit and struggled, but resistance would do no good. She might as well submit here and now, because sooner or later she would have to.
Derek lashed out once with the flat of his hand to catch the enchained Diane full in the face. She moaned once, then lapsed into blessed unconsciousness. There seemed to be foam on her lips.
Jenny was chained to the table now, and both men wanted to have their way with her. But that could wait. Derek reminded himself that Cynthia and Felicia had done their work well, they deserved a little reward for their labors. Stepping back slightly, he pointed a finger at his black leather ladies in waiting. "All right, " Derek said at length. "She's yours. Do with her what you will."
With a whoop of sadistic glee both girls rushed across the room, in a race to see which one would be first to' claim the prize. Cynthia was the victor by scant inches, and she thrust the angered Felicia out of the way. "Bitch, " Cynthia enthused to the fearful Jenny. "I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you good. Spread your legs before my dildo spreads 'em for you."
And then she was on top of the girl, and as the others looked on her huge flesh-like dildo forced its way into the schoolgirl's pussy, grinding deeper and deeper into the depths below. Jenny moaned in pain and chagrin. She didn't want this, but she knew that there was no other way. She had to submit. She had to surrender.
And now Cynthia was pumping up and down within the throbbing captive flesh that lay beneath her, and Derek saw that Jenny was being aroused against her will. Slowly the naked nipples began to rise like loaves of bread in an oven, to rise up into hard erect cones of passion. And as Derek watched in fascination he saw that Jenny was slowly being dragged into a sexual climax, an orgasm that she had not asked for and did not want.
"Oh, God!" Jenny moaned, her arms and legs writhing despite the iron chains that held them. And then Jenny was creaming, her tortured belly rising up and down beneath Cynthia's thrusting organ. She had come, she had creamed. Against her will, she had taken this huge dildo into her body and she had liked it.
Now Derek ordered Cynthia to get off the girl and give Felicia a turn. Cynthia was reluctant to do this, but she knew that she had to obey. Derek and Craig were the men, and that meant that they were the masters. It was their duty as the females to submit, to obey. If Derek deigned to allow them a bit of sex here or there they accepted it gratefully, for they knew that it might be a long time before he gave them some more. And they wanted all they could get.
Now Felicia was fucking Jenny, and her dildo was doing an even better job than Cynthia's had done. The captive schoolgirl who lay in chains on the table screamed and protested and pleaded, but it was no use whatsoever. She found herself being dragged irrevocably into another orgasm, into another vortex of insatiable lust.
And then Jenny had creamed again, and Derek smiled with satisfaction. The night had been very interesting thus far. He was sure that things would be even more entertaining as the evening progressed.
At last both black leather vixens had had their way with Jenny, and she lay on the table groaning and gasping in humiliation and unwanted pleasure. She had been forced to enjoy being raped, she did not want it but she had climaxed anyway. Now she lay there sobbing and weeping.
Derek decided that his two handmaidens had had enough sport for the moment. He did not wish to allow them too much sex, because then they would disobey his orders. He had to dangle the promise of lust before their eyes like a. carrot on a stick, allowing them only the merest and most occasional nibbles. Derek stepped forward and ordered Felicia and Cynthia to unchain Jenny. They hastened to obey, wondering as they did so what was to happen next.
"Stand her up, " commanded Derek, and Cynthia and Felicia each held the limp Jenny by one throbbing wrist, forcing her to stay on her feet when she wanted to fall to the ground and die. But they forced her to stand up. Her head rolled backwards and down, thrusting her chest forward, causing her delicious breasts to protrude invitingly.
Derek stepped forward with the air of a Gestapo officer. With one hairy fist he struck the helpless girl again and again, until he saw blood rise to her lips. Then he punched her hard in the stomach. For a moment he thought the girl was going to throw up at his feet, and if she did it would be the worse for her.
But no. Jenny fell forward, sobbing, but managed to hold herself in. Derek brought his knee up savagely, and the hard kneecap crashed into Jenny's battered face. She moaned again and cried out for mercy that was not forthcoming. When Derek's booted foot hit the floor again, there was blood on the leg of his pants. But it was not his blood.
He gestures to his female servants. "Drop her, " he ordered. Felicia and Cynthia relinquished their grip on the whitened wrists, and Jenny fell to the ground with a thump, little clouds of dust kicking up around her breasts and shoulders as they smacked against the stone floor of the cavern.
Derek kicked her once. "Drag her back and chain her up again, " he said quietly, and Cynthia and Felicia reached out with eager hands and dragged the ravished schoolgirl back towards the cavern wall, towards the chains that would bind her more tightly than they had before.
Derek saw that Craig was looking on with interest mingled with impatience. Craig had obviously enjoyed screwing Diane, but he'd done nothing at all to Jenny. He'd enjoyed watching, but in his book sex was meant to be a contact sport. Derek smiled fondly as he reminded himself that Craig had done his work well, carrying out orders without question. He decided that his assistant deserved a reward.
"Craig, " Derek called out, waving expansively towards the wall where the four girls stood helplessly. "You can call the next round. Pick any cunt you want, do anything you please. I'll just sit this dance out."
"Thanks, Derek, " Craig said gratefully. Now which girl would he choose? They all looked so good. He felt like a kid in a candy store. Diane and Jenny had already been worked over, and Craig decided he would prefer a girl who was still capable of feeling, so that he could torture her as fully as possible. But should he choose Andrea or Kathy?
He examined both of them closely. Andrea had a meek, docile look in her eyes. She knew that she was going to be raped and beaten whether she wanted it or not, and she knew that the wisest thing would be to accept it, to submit to it. But Craig saw that Kathy still had a glimmer of resistance, of defiance in her green Irish eyes. Well, he'd turn that defiance into obedience. And it would be very enjoyable.
He pointed a derisive finger at the girl. "She's next, " he murmured. Felicia and Cynthia sprang forward to unchain the next victim, and to push the already used Jenny into the shackles in her place.
Kathy was free now, and that was the way she wanted to be. She suddenly turned and ran, bolting towards the black square of fabric that marked the exit from the cavern. Once through that she would be in the outer world. She would be free. She streaked across the dusty cavern floor, bolting frantically towards the black square of freedom.
But she had reckoned without the resourcefulness of Derek, her lord and master. Slowly, lazily, as though he had nothing better to do at all, Derek stretched out one leg to catch Kathy and trip her up.
"No!" she wailed as she saw that escape was to be denied her. There was to be no escape tonight, no haven from the lust and the carnal desires.
Kathy stumbled forward and down, smashing against the cavern floor. Her huge voluptuous breasts broke her fall, but she sobbed as she realized that there would be no chance to get away.
No chance at all.
She was seized by the. ankles and dragged back across the room, towards the wooden table that waited to receive her flesh. Felicia and Cynthia picked her up bodily and tossed her unceremoniously onto the hard wooden surface. Kathy felt her head bend backwards and crash against the tabletop, and she lapsed into blessed unconsciousness.
A moment later she was yanked brutally back into reality as Craig's expert whip caressed the flesh of her limbs. She thrashed and writhed, trying to escape its sadistic kiss, but there was no escape for her tonight, or for any of her fellow captives. Strong arms reached out and seized her, spreading her limbs almost to the breaking point. She felt the hard, cold caress of the shackles.
And, right now, Craig was on top of her, bringing his cock outwards and forwards. He had already creamed once that night, into Diane, but he had not yet shot his whole wad. His cock was still huge and hard, still trembling with excitement as it came closer and closer to the vagina that lay helplessly beyond.
And then he was in her, thrusting his creamstick farther and farther and farther into her innermost recesses. Waves of pain mingled with passion began to bounce and reverberate throughout Kathy's tortured body, and involuntarily she found herself being aroused and excited by this huge massive organ that was burrowing deeper and deeper into her with every passing moment.
And then Craig was pumping, sending his huge meat pounding up and down within her throbbing flesh, forcing her to submit, commanding her to obey. And there slowly began to kindle within Kathy's writhing frame a desire, a longing, a hunger for this gigantic of meat. And the hunger, the craving grew larger and larger, like some lustful flame that slowly smoldered into a roaring, blazing inferno.
Her moans and weepings began to run into one another, to rise in pitch as Kathy lifted her head and shouted "Yes, yes! I want it! I WANT it! Oh, please give it to me! Fuck me harder!"
Craig grinned smugly. So at last one of the captive schoolgirls had learned to submit, had learned that sexual surrender was her only salvation. That was good. That was very good. Craig promised himself that before this night was over every one of the fair young damsels would learn to submit, to surrender, to give in to the way of all flesh.
"I want it! I want it all! GIVE it to me!" Kathy's ravings had reached a high-pitched howl now as she craved for more cock, more scum, more and more pain deep inside of her. She wanted more of it, more of it, more of it. And there would never, never be enough.
At last Craig was creaming within her, and then she was climaxing too, and the twin barrages of love-juice sped towards each other and meshed. Kathy began to moan in delight. This was what she wanted, this was what she lived for. She was a girl, and her only purpose in life was to get fucked. She wanted it. She deserved it. She needed it.
The big muscular blonde man was off her now. "Hey, Derek, " he muttered, stuffing his glistening organ back into his trousers. "It's your turn. I've got her all warmed up for you. Come on in, the pussy's fine."
"I don't want it, " scowled Derek, sounding like a spoiled child. "Once they give in, once they submit then they don't taste good any more. What I want is rebellious girls, girls that I can bend back and MAKE submit. I like to force them to give in to me."
"Suit yourself, " Craig called out cheerfully as he sealed his zipper. "But there's still plenty of other pussy-meat around here that hasn't learned to surrender yet."
"Yes, I know, " answered Derek. He turned on his heel and strode back across the cavern, his heavy boots kicking up little clouds of dust as he walked. He stretched out a languid hand and pointed at Andrea. "You, " he said to the fear-stricken captive girl. "It's your turn. Come here and get fucked."