Chapter 4
Slowly he came towards the cowering captive. Andrea pressed farther and farther back into the wall, hoping that it would swallow her up so she could escape from this evil sadistic lecher. But of course the wall would not do as she wished, and even if it had she would still be restrained by the shackles that bound her luscious limbs. There was nothing she could do but look on in growing horror as the sex-starved fiend came closer and closer to her.
He reached out with one hand and snatched her by the neck, pulling her closer to his own hot body. Andrea screamed in anguish as she was tugged away from the wall and she felt the cold steel bands bite into her ankles and her wrists. With a laugh Derek hit her, sending her flying back against the wall again. Andrea hit it bang on and all the breath was knocked out of her. Derek laughed again and made haste to unlock the shackles.
Then he had his prize, and he was dragging her over towards the table, that awful bare table which had seen so many other helpless bodies tortured and humiliated and degraded while lying captive upon it. Derek pushed Andrea savagely towards the table, but she stumbled and fell. With a curse he kicked her, and she dragged herself forward slightly.
Derek was angry now; his wrath had been aroused, and woe betide the female who did that to him! He picked up Andrea's frail body in both hands and yanked her upwards through the air to hold her high overhead, then he actually tossed her across the cave towards the table. Andrea screamed again and again as she saw the hard oaken slab rising to meet her battered body.
The next thing she knew, she was bent over the tabletop, her arms and head splayed out across it, her knees and legs dangling below, her helpless butt sticking outwards as the crowning touch in this festival of humiliation. Derek laughed again, and kicked her in the rump. Andrea screamed, and when she stopped screaming she saw that her wrists and ankles had been chained to the table. She was forced to remain bent over it, offering her white ass to any man who cared to take it.
Derek laughed yet again, and slapped her hard on the ass. "Bitch, " he hissed at her, "you are gonna get fucked. You are gonna get ASS-FUCKED!"
Andrea felt she was going to be sick. It was terrifying enough to have this man raping her, to be forced to watch him plunge his huge tool into her vagina. But she couldn't stand even the thought of having that man up her ass, of having him split her insides wide apart with that massive organ that still stood stiffly at attention between his legs
"Not my ass, no!" Andrea pleaded. "You can have my cunt and my mouth and my tits, but please don't fuck my ass!" She saw that Derek seemed unmoved, and she knew that she had to give in slightly, she had to admit that he was her master. "Please, MASTER!" she entreated. "Please, I beg of you, MASTER! Do anything you want, but don't fuck my ass! No, Master!"
And then, as soon as the words were out of her white-lipped mouth, Andrea knew that she had made a mistake in saying them. For of course, Derek would see to it that she received exactly the sort of treatment that she DIDN'T want. By begging not to be ass-fucked, she had inadverdently guaranteed herself a hot cock up the buns.
Derek came closer to her now, closer to the naked white ass that lay exposed, offering itself to all who might desire. He leisurely, languidly pulled the lit cigarette from his mouth and, holding it cupped between two fingers, brought the lit end down hard on the smooth space directly between the quivering buttocks.
"AAAAHHH-AAAHH-AAH!" The inhuman scream of indescribable agony reverberated throughout the cavern, and for a moment Derek was afraid that the wail of anguish would pierce the black blanket that covered the doorway, would go through it and be heard by the people in the real world outside. But then he reassured himself that there no other people within at least a half a mile of here. There was nobody who could help Andrea now. Nobody at all.
He pressed the still burning cigarette butt against her flesh again, until the last dull red sparks were extinguished. This girl would make a perfect ashtray, Derek told himself. And he had a big fat cigar that he wanted to leave here a while. A nice big fat White Owl.
He flicked the deadened butt across the dimly lit cavern, watching Jenny wince in fear as the now harmless bit of tobacco and paper rebounded from the stone wall scant inches from her right shoulder. Then Derek moved away to turn his attention back to the hot little asshole that waited so impatiently to be serviced by his nice hot dick.
His huge muscular hands, with tufts of hair around the battered knuckles, reached slowly outwards, probing for the buttocks that they knew lay so close by. He found the ass, and his powerful fingers dug into it, clawing it, forcing the girl to scream in even greater pain than before. Well, if she thought she was getting hurt now, she ought to wait a few more minutes. She would be lucky to leave this place with her ass in one piece, Derek promised himself.
Both hands had a firm grip on the pulsating rump by now. Derek took a deep breath, and then suddenly he spread the ass cheeks, spread them wide. There, looking him in the face, was the object of his desires: the tight bright pink rosebud of the asshole. Soon that rosebud would be splitting wide open and casting its petals all around the room.
Derek thrust the ass cheeks wider, and the whimpers and half-sobbed moanings of Andrea rose in pitch, begging with him, pleading with him not to do this, to let her go. Obviously Andrea hadn't learned yet that to ask the Master not to do something to her was a sure way of having it done to her.
The ass cheeks were spread as wide as they could go, and possibly wider. The inflamed asshole was there. Derek shot his lower torso forward and sent his vibrating pillar of hot cock plunging into that tight ass, loosening it. Andrea screamed yet again. Would that bitch never shut up?
Farther the huge cock went, farther and farther in, until at last Derek could feel his dangling balls slap against the backs of Andrea's tortured thighs. He had gone through the gate that was her anus, now he was in the canoodle, the turd-tunnel. This was going to be good. Very, very good.
Derek started to pump, to thump and bump and grind, and as he did so he could feel the tight walls of the asshole squeezing him even tighter. Well, that was good. He liked them tight. He promised himself that he would give this bitch the worst case of hemorrhoids in the history of Western civilization. Harder he fucked, harder and harder and harder.
And Andrea, against her will, was realizing that she would have to submit. She herself, her mind and brain, still remained rebellious and defiant, but her body disagreed with her brain, for her body knew that submission was the only salvation. Slowly the walls of her canoodle began to relax, to give in to the hot churning thump of the mountain of meat that ricocheted through her with ever-increasing speed.
And then Derek felt his hot organ swell up and begin to quiver, and he knew that this was it, he knew that soon he would be creaming within this woman's throbbing rectum.
And sure enough, a moment later his cock blew up like an erupting volcano, sending its hot steaming load of luscious cock-sauce deep within the throbbing ass of the sobbing woman.
It was over now. He pulled out of her slowly. It had been great, but it was over now. He had had his pleasure, but there would be no more. Not for today, anyway. There would be more tomorrow.
Derek stepped away from the limp body and pointed at Cynthia and Felicia. 'Take over, " he ordered, and with squeals of delight the two black leather schoolgirls ran forward eagerly, impatient to thrust their throbbing dildos into the young captive's receptive anal cavity.
Meanwhile Derek was going back across the cavern, with Craig not far behind him. The two comrades strode up to within a few inches of where the other three girls stood chained and restrained to the hard stone wall. Each man had taken a whip from the suitcase, and the helpless girls saw that the lash of each whip was dotted with a row of pyramid-shaped brass studs. The points on the tips of those pyramids looked very sharp.
CRACK! The twin lashes flicked outwards, their spangling of brass studs twinkling in the lantern light. The girls shrieked loudly as those broad bands of tanned leather struck their flesh again and again, harder and harder. They yelped once, twice, three times as the lashes bit into their skin. And wherever the stingray whips touched them, a mark was left on the flesh.
Diane was still hanging over somewhat, only half-conscious. Angrily Derek began to concentrate all his fury on her, whipping the poor schoolgirl again and again until at last she seemed roused to consciousness. And even then he continued to strike her. The helpless girl saw what was being done to her and moaned several times, pleading with the man who was her master to release her, to set her free.
But Derek had no time to devote attention to the senseless babblings of worthless females. These girls were here to be fucked, and beaten, and dominated, and he had no interest in anything they wanted to say, unless it was on the order of "Master".
Derek sped up the pace of the flogging, concentrating the blasts of leather in the area of Diane's breasts and nipples. She howled pitifully as the lash struck her harder and harder still, lacerating the flesh of her mountainous mammary glands.
At last he decided that he was done, and Derek signalled to Craig. The two of them tossed their playthings back inside the suitcase, then went over to the table where the black leather and lace maidens were still ass-fucking Andrea. Derek pushed them abruptly aside, and began to unchain their anal captive, tossing the chains in all directions.
"Oh thank you, Master, " breathed Andrea with a sigh of relief. 'Thank you for saving me."
"Shut up, bitch, " Derek snarled. He pulled Andrea free from the table and tossed her to the ground, kicking her hard several times with his big black boot. "Get over there with the others, " he commanded.
Andrea knew that she had to obey, and she tried to get up and walk across the cavern of lust. But her ordeals had weakened her; she barely managed to struggle to her feet before she tottered earthwards, and she moaned once as her kneecaps hit the hard stone floor.
"I said to get over there, bitch, " Derek cursed. Andrea had to do as she was told, but she was unable to walk or even to stand up. So she had to crawl, she had to crawl through the dust and degradation like some worthless animal, which was pretty much what she was.
Finally Andrea joined her fellow slaves against the cavern wall. Cynthia and Felicia were busy unchaining them, and as soon as they were free Craig struck them all hard, , knocking them down into the dirt and dust with Andrea. For these four schoolgirls, the night had certainly been a degrading one indeed!
Derek came over and watched them squirm about, not even bothering to conceal the amused contempt he had for these mere sex objects. Finally he spoke. "Get up, " he said to them, and it was a command. "Get up and put your clothes on. You're all going back to the campus."
Kathy moaned as she struggled vainly to maintain an erect position. "But, Master, " she entreated, "we are unable to do as you say. We must have a chance to rest, to recover...."
Derek's boot lashed out and caught the girl full in the face. She staggered backwards, fell against the wall and slid to the ground. There was blood in the corner of her mouth.
Derek spoke in a voice that no man-or woman-could ever dare to disobey. "You will do as I have told you, " he barked. "You will get up, and you will put your clothes on, and you will go back to the campus, and you will NOT breathe a word of this to anyone, EVER!" He glowered at the huddled masses of female flesh. "Now get MOVING!"
This time the schoolgirls could not disobey, although they were weakened from exhaustion and great loss of blood. But they knew that they had to obey, so they struggled to their feet, using each other and the stone wall for support. Then, half staggering, half crawling, they made their way across the cavern to where the heap of discarded clothing stood. They had never expected to put those clothes on again, and Derek knew it. They expected to remain here, chained and naked, until death came to relieve them of their bottomless miseries. But there would be no death. Not this time, at any rate. Derek wanted the pain to last for as long as possible, and the memory of that pain and the accompanying humiliation to last even longer than that.
Slowly, one at a time, the four ravished schoolgirls managed to make their way across the cavern floor towards the clothes, and when they got there they had to struggle to pull the tight garments over their bodies, which were streaked with sweat and saliva and blood. Derek and Craig looked towards the dark blanket which covered the opening of the cave, and they saw that the black fabric was slowly turning lighter, as though a powerful source of illumination were shining through it from the other side. Frantically both men looked at their watches. It was almost dawn!
"Now what, Derek?" Craig wanted to know. 'These girls won't be in shape for classes tomorrow morning ... I mean, THIS morning. If anybody finds out what was done to them, WE'LL be in trouble, even if they don't know we did it. Because it's our job to keep an eye on the schoolgirls."
Derek lit another cigarette impatiently, snapping the lighter shut with an angry click and stowing it away in one pocket. "Of course I know it. That's exactly why I took the job. And you must admit I'm pretty good at keeping an eye on them, am I not?" Derek grinned and exhaled smoke triumphantly.
His friend Craig moaned. "Stop clowning, Derek! You know damned well what I mean: if anyone finds out these girls got a workover we'll be in trouble even if they don't suspect we did it. The headmaster and his assistant are supposed to protect the students from such things."
Derek took a long, luxurious drag on his cigarette, then rolled it between his fingers. "I know what you mean, " he said at last, and Craig breathed a sigh of relief. "So, what do you suggest?"
"ME? Why me? You're supposed to be the boss of this operation. What are you asking me what I suggest for?"
Derek sighed at his partner wearily. "Oh come now, Craig, old man. After all, I do most of the work AND most of the thinking in our little partnership. I have to let you run the ship ONCE in a while, now, don't I?"
Craig sighed and threw his hands in the air. "Look, Derek, don't you see what I'm talking about? By the time we get these chicks back to the campus they won't be in any shape to go to class. The teachers will want to know why the hell not, and WE'LL be the ones who get screwed when they find out."
Derek looked amused for some reason. "Really, Craig? And why us, pray tell?"
Craig moaned. "Because WE'RE the ones who are in charge of them, who are responsible for them. Rank has its responsibilities."
Derek puffed out more cigarette smoke. "Rank also has its privileges. If it didn't I'd see to it that I was always a buck private. Craig, as headmaster of this academy, don't you think that it would be a simple matter for me to delegate four of the more responsible and mature students to run an errand for me?" He puffed on the cigarette as though he were giving it a blow job. "We invent some excuse for why the girls haven't shown up, and we keep them under wraps until they recover, which shouldn't take too long because I didn't fuck them up as much as I would have liked to." He sighed again. "Because of our respected position in the community, our story will be believed and our actions, though met with a certain amount of opposition, will be accepted."
As it turned out, Derek was right, as usual. Several members of the faculty questioned his decision to send the girls out "on an errand", but there was really not much they could do about it at this point, except wait for the girls to return.
Meanwhile, Derek and Craig, with the assistance of the ever-helpful Felicia and Cynthia, had sequestered their four young sex-slaves in the abandoned gardener's shed. Apparently the last gardener employed by the Gladys M. Forsythe Academy for Advanced Young Ladies had seen fit to do a little ploughing of several girls' bushes, and after he disappeared suddenly, leaving a trail of ravished schoolgirls in his wake, the Academy's board of directors had seen fit not to hire a man to replace him. So now the gardener's shed stood empty and unused, which was just fine with both Derek and Craig.
They moved their four victims into it, chaining their hands to the furniture and gagging them. The shed was sturdy enough and isolated enough to prevent any sounds the girls might make from reaching the ears of anyone else on campus.
The four girls were left there to recover from their wounds. This would not take more than a day at the most, because Derek had seen to it that they received only the light treatment. Later, after the girls' tolerance levels had been raised under his careful tutelage, Derek would make certain that they would get the heavy treatment.
After the girls were locked up in their makeshift prison Derek assigned Craig and Cynthia to smuggle some food into the shed and make the girls eat it, warning them that if they refused to take it or if they cried out for help that punishment would be swift and permanent. The girls knew that he was not joking, and they did not dare to disobey their Master.
While Craig and Cynthia were getting the food, Derek went towards his office with Felicia in tow. Naturally both she and Cynthia had removed their leather gear and donned civilian clothes again. Derek couldn't decide which way he liked Felicia better: in black leather bra and garter belt or in miniskirt and tight white turtleneck.
As the two of them crossed the campus, Derek spoke to her. "Well, I must say, this is certainly a very interesting school you've got here."
Felicia made a face. "It was dullsville till you came along. No, let me be honest about it: for the last few years sex was verboten here, and we all had to sneak out and get it on the sly. One day the gardener, who was an old fart who knew King Tut and Cleopatra personally, kicked off from a heart attack trying to fuck little old Cynthia. That livened things up slightly, but not much."
Derek was listening, hung on every word the girl was saying to him. She eagerly went on with her story: "A few weeks before you came here, just after the old gardener died, we got a new one, a fellow by the name of Roger Masterson. For the first time there was some real action on campus, because this guy had cock. Real cock, at least as good as yours is and maybe an inch longer. As she spoke Derek looked ruefully at the bulge in his trousers. He'd always considered his own donger Numero Uno, and he didn't like the idea of Felicia or any other girl comparing it unfavorably to another guy's. Derek remembered the contents of his suitcase and promised himself that Felicia would pay for making that comparison, in fact she would pay very dearly.
"Anyway, " Felicia was saying, "every girl on campus wanted to lay that guy, but he only did it with me and Cynthia and one or two other chicks. Then one night he just disappeared, and two other girls disappeared with him. We had no idea where they'd gone, but we found something very interesting nearby: there was a big tough guy from some motorcycle gang lying with a broken neck right near Cock Rock. And the sexiest teacher in the school had been gang-banged right inside Cock Rock itself. We never did find out if there was a connection between them and Roger Masterson, but that was why...."
A bell had rung in Derek's brain. "Wait a minute, " he asked. "What did you call that place? Cock something?"
"You mean Cock Rock?"
"That's it. What the hell is Cock Rock?"
Felicia giggled girlishly. "You mean you don't know yet? Boy oh boy, are you in for a surprise. Cock Rock is a big hill, or maybe a small mountain, right near here, and it's shaped like a cock. You have to see it to believe it. It's even got boulders for balls, and there's some bushes where the bush should be."
Somehow this intrigued Derek. "Is Cock Rock circumcised?"
Felicia giggled again. "Not yet, but we're working on it. We haven't found a knife that's big enough yet. Anyway, " she continued, "right at the top of Cock Rock, where the piss-hole should be, is a pothole that leads right into a chamber underneath. Some of the girls used to get together there sometimes. We had booze, pot, you name it, everything but men. Once in a while some of us would dildo each other but what we really wanted was a taste of real cock." Felicia made sure nobody was watching, then she leaned forward and kissed Derek. "I'm glad you came along, Derek, ' I really am. After Roger Masterson disappeared you and Craig are the only cock I've had, and I want you both all to myself. But I'll save some for Cynthia, of course."
"Sorry, baby, " Derek pushed Felicia gently but firmly aside and continued walking, keeping a slight distance from her. "Like I told you before, I'm not the kind of boy who saves himself for Miss Right. I don't tie myself down to one or even two cunts. If something moves, I fuck it."
Felicia was not the sort of girl who gave up easily, as Derek had already noticed. She moved closer to him and wrapped both her arms around one of his, not even caring whether or not anybody was watching. "I know you like all the different flavor cunts, Derek, " she said dreamily. 'That's exactly why I like you: you're a swinger, a real man of action. You're not one of those schmuckheads who marries the first half-titted cuntface he sees and settles down and has eighteen kids and no orgasms and never gets within half a mile of any real snatch. You're nothing like that, Derek, and you never will be. That's exactly why I want you so much."
Derek couldn't help laughing. He pulled the coquettish girl into an alcove where they would not be so much in the public view, and then he kissed her. "Baby, " Derek said finally, "you're so crazy about me because I'm not a one-woman man. You're so crazy about me that you want me all to yourself. Well, if that happened, I'd BE a one-woman man." He kissed her again. "And then you wouldn't want me anymore, now would you?"
Felicia couldn't help laughing. "I never thought of it that way, Derek. But I guess you've got a point." She winked at him.
"Okay, so I guess I can't be greedy and have you all to myself. But at least I'm entitled to as much as you as I can grab, huh?"
This time it was Derek's turn to laugh. "Sorry again, kid. I don't like too much of any one girl. The more a girl chases me the less I like it. I've gotta be the one who does the chasing, yes, and the catching too. Sometimes when a guy's going after cunt the thrill of the chase is better than the capture. My favorite cunt is the one I have to chase the farthest and fight the hardest when I finally catch it. If I happen to meet a chick someplace and she lays down and spreads her legs and says 'Give it to me' then I might take it, and that tastes okay even though I didn't have to chase her or fight her. But when the twats start chasing ME, then that's it sister."
Felicia was puzzled; she'd gotten the drift of what Derek had said to her but she hadn't understood it completely. "I don't know what you're saying, Derek. Could you translate?"
"Gladly. The harder I have to break my balls to grab some snatch, the better that snatch is. But if I don't even have to lift a finger to get some pussy, then that pussy doesn't taste good to me at all. In other words, baby, I like you fine as is, but if you keep pestering me I'll dump you completely."
"WHAT?!?" Felicia looked as though she'd been shot. She bounded out of the alcove and into public view. "After everything I've done for you, Derek, you dump me completely? I could understand if you want other chicks TOO, but why toss me out of the picture?" Her voice had risen in volume quite a bit, and Derek was afraid that some of the passersby in the distance would hear her. By now it was early morning, and the Academy was slowly coming to life.
"For Christ's sake, Felish, don't you see what I'm telling you?" implored Derek, frantically trying to calm the schoolgirl down before she attracted any more attention than she already had. "I don't like , twat unless it doesn't want me. I only want girls who don't want me because it's a real kick to MAKE them want me, to make them BEG for my meat up their holes. If you keep asking me for cock like this, then the challenge is all gone."
"Then I'm all gone too!" roared Felicia. Several of the students in the distance had definitely begun to notice that something unusual was going on in the alcove, and for a moment Derek considered knocking Felicia over the head to keep her quiet. But in the long run that would only make more trouble.
He tried to caress Felicia, to placate her by offering her his body that she lusted for so much. But Felicia had pushed him away.
"Don't touch me, " she rasped, and there was an unpleasant tone in her voice. "I'm going to report you to the Academy's board of directors, and then to the county police. I'll bet they'd just love to know about those nice little schoolgirls you've been beating up and raping in that Indian cave."
Derek took a step towards her menacingly. "You were the one who told me about the cave, " he pointed out. "You and Cynthia." He came closer to her. "And if you squeal on me, I'll squeal on you. I'll bet your parents would just love to know about all the gentlemen friends you've been entertaining. If you spill my beans, I'll spill yours."
Felicia was defiant. "I'll take that chance. And anyway it'd be worth it if I paid you back for what you've done."
Derek had lost his temper by now. The rugged, adventurous, lecherous life he had led had taught him that losing his temper could be fatal, but he ignored that as he came closer to Felicia and grabbed her by the wrists. "You bitch!" he roared. And then heard, 'That does it, lover boy. I hope you look good in stripes because when the cops hear about you that's what you'll be wearing." And then suddenly she had pulled loose from him and was hurtling across the campus, running away to squeal on him, to betray him!
Suddenly Derek had no idea of what was going on. All he knew was that he would have to stop that girl. He thundered after her, tackled her and brought her crashing to the ground. Luckily they were near the edge of the campus, and behind a building, so there was nobody to witness this.
Felicia lay still, and she didn't seem to be breathing. For one terrible, panic-stricken moment Derek thought he'd killed her. Then he saw her chest heave and realized that she was merely unconscious.
By this time Derek had stopped thinking completely, acting purely as his animalistic, lustful instincts commanded him to. So Felicia wanted his cock, did she? Well, he'd give it to her. God, would he give it to her!
With all the brute force of a man gone totally mad, Derek seized big handfuls of the delicious clothes that Felicia wore, tearing them from her body. He tore and tore and tore again, until the girl was completely naked, with only her shoes and a few remnants of cloth about her wrists and ankles still clinging to her flesh.
With one hand and one foot he spread her legs to almost a ninety-degree angle, and had Derek not been so crazed he would have noticed that Felicia's eyelids were fluttering from the pain. With his free hand Derek pulled open his fly, and a moment later his cock was out, ready willing and able to do his bidding.
Derek plunged his body down upon the naked, unconscious girl, and rammed his huge throbbing organ into her. As he did so he noticed that Felicia's face was slowly beginning to come alive again, flicia was regaining consciousness!
Just then Felicia's eyes opened wide. She took in the situation in an instant: she was being raped! Felicia opened her mouth to scream, but instantly Derek slammed his own mouth down on top of hers, kissing her, tonguing her, doing anything to prevent her from screaming.
As Derek began to rape her he also started to tongue her mouth to keep her from screaming. But suddenly he felt her teeth come down hard on his tongue. With a yelp of pain he pulled his head away from hers and saw that she was about to scream....
"BITCH!" He slapped her hard, and the scream died stillborn. He slapped her again, then held one hand down firmly over her mouth, restraining her, preventing her from making that scream.
Felicia had ruined everything, and now she wanted to do even more damage. Suddenly Derek realized that hurting her wasn't enough; he wanted to kill her. Still pumping his cock within her body and still keeping her mouth closed, he reached out with his free hand to seize her by the throat. I don't want to do this but I have to, he said. I don't want to do this but I have to. I don't have to do this but I want to. I don't want to do this but I have to.
And then his fingers were around her throat and squeezing hard, harder, just as hard as her reluctant twat was squeezing his cock. Suddenly Derek realized that he was going to cream. What a time for an ORGASM!
Against his own will he shot his wad, and the excitement was so much that he loosened his hold on Felicia's face and neck. Instantly she screamed, and her writhing head came up against his own and hit it hard. The two foreheads collided with a crack. For one painful moment, Derek didn't exist. Then he saw that he was lying on his back and Felicia, naked Felicia, was running away from him, running to tell the world all about him!
He had to kill her!
Frantically Derek ran after the girl, screaming for her to come back and be killed just as loudly as she was screaming for the police. In his blind panic Derek slipped on a stone and fell sprawling.
Then he looked up and saw that Felicia was far away from him by now, running towards a group of schoolgirls and several teachers of both sexes. Derek saw that he'd been beaten, he had to get out of here. HE HAD TO RUN!
Frantically, sobbing with grief and excitement, Derek Marcus turned and ran, his cock still dangling from his trousers and leaving a trail of drops of white liquid every few paces. Derek ran blindly. Where could he go? What could he do?
Ahead of him Derek recognized the gardener's shed. Derek ran towards it and shouldered the door. It wouldn't budge, and he remembered he'd ordered Craig and Cynthia to bolt it.
Derek pounded on the door helplessly. In the distance behind him he could hear someone shouting "Hey, you!"
Derek turned to look. A squadron of teachers, male and female, were bearing down upon him, followed at a respectful distance by some of the bolder schoolgirls.
One of the male teachers had a gun.
Derek screamed.