Chapter 5

Scar gave me one last long lingering look and then started towards Stella, walking slowly and menacingly. He had the biggest, phoniest macho act I'd ever seen, but even if he was a phony he was still the one who had the knife in my neck, not the other way around. I had to watch as he went purposefully up to the helpless Stella.

With one mighty leap, he was standing on the table, his legs straddling Stella's prostrate form like some black leather colossus. Then he bent down and grabbed the bra she had on, ripping it off and leaving her tits on display for all the world to see.

"I'm gonna fuck you good, baby," he snarled through thick, sneering lips. "I'm gonna fuck you're cunt and then I'm gonna fuck your ass and then I'm gonna fuck your mouth and then if there's anythin' left over I'm gonna fuck that too. An' if I run outa holes to fuck then me an' my boys here will just have to make a few new holes."

Then he kicked her between the legs hard with one hobnailed boot, and his blonde victim shrieked. I could see a trickle of saliva going out of one corner of Stella's mouth. There wasn't any blood mixed with the saliva, but I knew that there would be mighty soon. Was there any chance of escape? Hell, no. I'd have to overpower six gorilla-men, including the one who was pinning my arms behind me and the one who had his shiv up against my neck. I'd also have to fight off Alice and Marilyn long enough to free Stella, and then the two of us would have to grab that twenty-foot ladder in the corner and wrestle it over to the hole in the roof of the cave and run like hell. And even if we managed to do that, we'd probably never get off this cock-shaped mountain alive. No, it looked like we would have to stay here for quite some time.

And now the brute named Scar tore open his tight leather pants and unsheathed his cock. It was an ugly cock, short and stubby and looking almost as though it had been bitten off. But it was all there, and it was all heading for the space between Stella's spreadeagled legs.

And then he gave a shout of triumph and flopped down on top of her, and Stella moaned as the weight of his body pushed her back against the beer keg that threatened to snap her spine. And then he was fucking her like crazy, snarling and shouting and waving his hat in the air like a cowboy breaking a wild stallion.

I felt the pain in my arms and against my neck lessen slightly and I realized what had happened. The guy who was holding my arms and the guy with the knife against my throat had leaned forward slightly to get a good look at exactly what Scar was doing. For one brief moment of blessed relief they let up the pressure. But then they were up against me as badly as ever. I realized that the only chance I had of getting away from that knife and that vise grip would be to wait for another such moment, a moment in which the men's attention was distracted, and in that one moment I would have to break loose somehow and make a rush at Scar. The man was bigger than I was, and he seemed to know kung fu, but I knew that in a fight of three seconds or less the element of surprise would give me the advantage. And three seconds would be just about all the time I would have, because the minute I attacked Scar I would have signed my own death warrant. I would have three seconds in which to incapacitate Scar before his friends, surprised by my sudden retaliation, would strike me dead on the spot. But instant death was better than slow torture, and if I took one of these bastards with me I'd die happy.

Alice and Marilyn were watching sadistically as Scar raped Stella again and again, harder and harder. He gave a loud, incoherent growl, and I knew that he had climaxed inside her.

He jumped off the table and turned to his henchmen. "Unchain her," he hissed. "Unchain her and turn her over, an' then chain her up again, ass side up. I'm going to tear her ass apart."

The other five leather boys ran forward to obey. They knew that I could not escape, so they didn't bother to guard me. But there had to be some way I could use this respite to my advantage.

I looked around for a potential weapon, and I saw two long logs, about as thick as my arms.

Could I use one of them to bash these guys over the heads with? No, I decided. I wouldn't be able to hit more than one or possibly two before the others closed in on me.

But wait a minute! I had a plan. It was a very risky plan, but it might work. These men were getting so drunk in the lust of their own sadistic glee that they might not notice what I was doing. Besides, even if they did find out they were going to kill me anyway, so either way I had nothing to lose.

Slowly, so as not to attract attention with any sudden movements, I peeled off my jacket. I stooped and picked up the two logs, one at a time, and shoved them into my jacket sleeves. They were slightly longer than my arms were, and the logs stuck out at the bottom, but I had to gamble that the men wouldn't notice. I shrugged on the jacket over my shoulders like a cape and leaned against the wall so as to keep the arms from sliding out of the sleeves. In dim light it looked as though I was leaning against the wall with my hands behind my back.

By now the men had unchained the writhing Stella, turned her over and rechained her. The beer keg was pressing under her stomach and it sent her naked ass pointing upwards towards the hole in the cavern roof. Scar and the others stepped back to admire their handiwork.

It seemed to be satisfactory, because Scar signaled his men to return to their posts.

"Cyclops," he told the man with the glass eye and the steel switchblade, "you and Reefer go back and guard that guy. Make sure he don't try anything."

The two men nodded and came back towards me. For a moment I was scared that Reefer, the one who was to grab my arms, would notice that they looked and felt like logs. But he was so much under the influence of some nameless drug or booze, as well as so engrossed in the scene that was slowly unveiling before him, that he did not notice. He grabbed my "arms" and held them tightly behind my back as the one named Cyclops placed his knife blade at my throat again, ready to use it in case I tried anything.

Now Scar turned back to the helpless woman before him, and he lashed out with one boot and kicked her square in the butt. "You're in trouble, girl," he told her. "I'm gonna ass fuck you, an' I'm gonna give you an enema with vinegar, an' then I'm gonna do a few other things which you wouldn't believe even if I told you."

His cock was still out, and he leaned forward and thrust it into her quivering ass. He dug his hands into her buttocks and spread them wide, forcing them to accept his meat.

Into her he went, as deep as he could go, and with each thrust of his meat I could feel Cyclops and Reefer leaning forward to watch, and with each moan of pain from Stella I felt like leaping forward and killing every man in the room. But I knew that this was not the time. I had to wait until that knife moved away from my neck, if only for a single moment.

The man named Scar fucked Stella up her ass, tearing apart her rectum and canoodle as he did so, and I was getting angrier and hotter by the moment. I could see that Alice and Marilyn were getting hotter too. It was obvious that they enjoyed to see a man rape a woman up the ass, provided that they weren't her. Scar had finished sodomizing her now, and he bent down to reach into his bloodstained burlap bag. From it he pulled a long rubber tube with a bulb at the end, and I recognized it as an enema tube. He also pulled out a canteen that seemed to be filled with something, because from the way he handled it I could tell it was heavy. He uncorked the canteen and began to fill the bulb from it, and as the clear liquid came out the smell of vinegar hit me in the face.

A vinegar enema! I watched helplessly as two whole quarts were poured from the canteen into the enema apparatus. I couldn't see how Stella's throbbing butt would be able to hold two quarts of water, let alone vinegar. I had to act fast, and soon. But I had to wait for the right moment. I had to wait for Cyclops to take that knife away from my neck, even if only for an instant.

The bulb was filled now, and everyone present was watching as Scar slowly brought it towards Stella's helpless ass. She began to cry, begging him please not to do this, but he kicked her again and told her to shut up and take it like the worthless cunt that she was.

And then the tube was thrust into her an inch at a time. Compared to the thick, squat cock which had just been inside her canoodle, this narrow tube should have felt like nothing to Stella. But the tube was longer than the cock, at least two feet longer, and that length made all the difference. Scar slowly eased at least nine inches of the rubber tube up inside of her asshole, and then he began to squeeze the bulb.

Stella screamed unceasingly as the red-hot vinegar poured into her rectum, and I watched in horror as the huge, swollen bulb began to dwindle slowly as it pumped its burning contents into the white flesh below.

Then the bulb was empty and every drop of the liquid had been squeezed down inside her flesh. I winced. If this was what they were doing to Stella, what would Alice and Marilyn have them do to me? I couldn't imagine, and I didn't think I wanted to.

Slowly he began to pull the enema tube out of her .almost as slowly as he'd put it into her. But finally he gave it one last yank and it was out. As the tube came out a trickle of clear liquid dripped out of Stella's ass, down her leg and onto the table. I thought I could see a trace of red in the vinegar, but I couldn't tell for certain. But then Scar was holding up the tube and bulb and looking as though he didn't know what to do with them.

This is it, I thought to myself. Now that Scar is through with the enema stuff he'll throw it to Cyclops here, who's got this damned knife in my neck, and as soon as Cyclops relieves the pressure on the knife to catch the tube I'll pull loose and break Scar's fuckin' neck. But Scar was way ahead of me. He threw the tube and the bulb, all right, but he threw them to another guy completely, on the other end of the room. Both of Cyclops' eyes, the real one and the glass one, were following the flight of the objects across the cave, and for one split second I considered pulling loose and killing Scar anyway. But I hesitated too long, and the opportunity was past. The leather boy caught the tube one-handed and Cyclops had his knife up against my neck as badly as ever. My chance had come and gone.

I watched in utter desperation as Scar poked around inside his bloodstained sack and leisurely selected his next instrument of torture: a crowbar. Has he yanked it out his eye fell on the empty canteen that had held the vinegar and he picked that up too. "I guess I won't be needin' this for a while," he mumbled. "Here, catch."

And then I suddenly realized that he was flinging the canteen in my direction, and as Cyclops reached out one black leather hand to grab it his other hand, the one with the knife, automatically pulled back from my throat slightly. THIS WAS IT!

One of my arms, which I had been keeping hidden under the jacket, lashed out and seized Cyclops's wrist, pulling the knife back and away from me. At the same time I pulled both legs from the floor and kicked backwards like a mule, grinding my feet into the scrotum of Reefer, the man behind me. He screamed viciously, and I fell to the cavern floor. Somehow or other I rolled to my feet and then without slackening speed I was charging straight towards Scar, who was staring at me with his fly and his mouth both open, too surprised to move.

Before even I knew it, my hands hit his throat.

I heard a sharp cracking sound as my fingers closed tighter around Scar's neck, and his head rocked back and forth like a pendulum. I felt his body collapse under mine, and we both fell backward on top of the prostrate form of the tortured Stella.

She moaned louder than before as we tumbled on top of her and then rolled to the floor. I could see Cyclops and Scar's other playmates coming towards me in a way I didn't at all like. I dropped Scar, who was unconscious, onto the hard stone floor of the cavern, and came towards Cyclops, who had his switchblade at the ready. I didn't have to ask what he planned to do with it.

Remembering that this guy was blind on one side I approached him from the right direction and kicked him in the mouth. I glimpsed a spattering of droplets of red, and then suddenly one of the black leather boys had his arm around my neck and started to squeeze.

"Stop!" shouted Alice, and the man grunted and let me drop to the ground, gasping for breath. She came towards me, her long hair and her hips wiggling from side to side as she walked. She spoke to the bastard who had almost strangled me. "Get out of here."

He started to come closer to her. 'This guy ain't gonna get away with what he did to Scar an' Cyclops!" he shouted. "Besides, he kicked Reefer in the balls!"

"Do as I tell you," Alice barked. "This man has got more guts than all of you put together. And more dick, too. Now pick up your friends and get out of here!"

The hoodlum started to protest, but a look from her and he retreated. I watched as he and the one named Reefer got the ladder from the corner of the cave and wrestled it beneath the hole in the ceiling which was the only way out. Then the five of them staggered up and out. Cyclops was holding a hand to his shattered teeth and Reefer was carrying the unconscious Scar slung over one shoulder. Scar's head was dangling at a very odd angle.

And now Alice and Marilyn were coming closer to me. "You passed the test, Roger," Marilyn told me, shaking me by the hand. "Congratulations."

"What test?" I wanted to know. Something very odd was going on here, very odd indeed.

Marilyn grinned. "We didn't want to tell you before, but it's okay to now. Alice and I were looking for a good-lookin' guy with a big dick and plenty of guts. We decided that the only way to test our candidates was by putting them up against Scar and his boys. And you passed with flying colors."

"Okay," I said. "So I passed. Now that you've got me what do you want to do with me?"

This time it was Alice's turn to grin. "Haven't you guessed? The two of us are fed up with this fuckin' school, so we're cutting out of here. We want a man to come with us so we can keep warm on a chilly night."

"In other words," Alice hastened to explain, "the two of us are gonna go bumming around crosscountry for a while. Two cunts. But we need a cock to go with them. Are you game, or would you rather spend the rest of your life as a gardener at a girls' school?"

"Don't knock it," I told her. "It's a good job. There's six hundred captive teenage girls on that campus, and I'm the only cock for miles around. It's a job with a lot of fringe benefits."

"Never mind that," hissed Marilyn. "After what happened here tonight we're both in a lot of trouble. And you are too. You'd better come with us. We've got a Volkswagen bus parked down the road with plenty of food, booze and weed. And money, too. Are you gonna come along or will ya sit here and wait for the police to show up?"

I didn't seem to have much of a choice. Besides, it sounded interesting to be hitting the road with these two gorgeous chicks for a while. And, like they said, I'd done a few things during my career at the Gladys M. Forsythe Academy for Advanced Young Women that the police might not look to kindly upon.

"I'll go with you, girls," I told them. "Just let me sneak back to the campus and get my motorcycle and stuff. Where can I meet you?"

"At the highway turnoff down the road," Alice told me. "Near the 7-Up billboard. We'll be waiting."

"Groovy," I started to run up the ladder, then I stopped as a low moan floated across the room to me. I'd forgotten about Stella! The blonde woman, who was still chained spreadeagled to the table with nothing on but a garter belt. As I watched she began to babble incoherently again. Once or twice she said something like. "I want your hot dick, Roger! I want it!"

I came back down the ladder again. "We can't leave poor Stella here to die like this. I think what Scar did to her drove her off the deep end."

"Don't worry about her," Alice assured me. "Now that the pain's stopped she'll start creeping back to normal. I've seen this kind of thing at practically every S & M session I go to. The woman goes crazy for a while, but in a couple of days she's all right again."

Marilyn rested one hand on my arm. "When we get into the next town we'll telephone a hospital to come out here and pick her up. By the time the police get on the case we'll be over the state line and far away from here. It's the best way. I wasn't too crazy about leaving Stella here, but I knew that we couldn't take her along. I went over and kissed her once, very lightly, on the corner of her bloodstained mouth. "Good-bye, my darling," I whispered to her hoarsely. "I'm sorry that this had to happen. But it wasn't my fault. If I hadn't broken Scar's neck, we'd both be dead by now."

Stella seemed to understand what I was saying, for she nodded. I couldn't help thinking that the poor girl might be better off if Scar had killed her after all.

And then I turned and bolted up the ladder, not looking back. "I'll meet you under the billboard in half an hour," I called out to Marilyn and Alice.

I was on top of Cock Rock, at the very tip of its gargantuan granite phallus. It was around midnight, and I was very cold. I still didn't know how I was going to climb down the steep sides of this thing. I'd managed to climb up using both feet and both hands. Getting back down would be easy, but getting down alive wouldn't be.

I heard something rattling in the wind, and I turned to see what it was. In the dim moonlight I could just make out a long wooden pole driven into the face of the solid rock column, and tied to this was a long thick rope. It was the rope that was making the noise as the wind dashed it back and forth against the solid granite wall.

I grabbed hold of the rope with both hands, took a deep breath, and kicked off. I went downwards faster than I would have liked too, but at least I was still all in one piece.

I landed heavily in a bramble bush at the bottom, and as I started to walk away I heard a moaning sound. I looked and saw a human body lying underneath the bush, a human body in a black leather jacket and with its head at a strange angle. Apparently Scar's buddies had no further use for a leader with a broken neck, especially if they had to carry him all over the countryside. I decided that when we reported Stella to the hospital I would tell them about Scar too. There was nothing else I could do for him.

Ten minutes later I was sneaking back through the barbed wire fence and into the girls' Academy. As I climbed through the shrubbery I could imagine Miss Watson's face when she would find out what her gardener, her prize teacher and two of her "advanced young ladies" had been up to all night.

I sneaked back to my quarters and got all my gear, then tossed it onto the back of my and lashed it down. In a moment I was roaring across the campus and towards the gates, which were locked.

In the glow from my headlight I saw someone running out in front of me, yelling "Stop! Stop! Don't do that!" It was Old Lady Watson! I twisted the handlebars, bringing the chopper hurtling straight towards her. She shrieked and dove into a mud puddle. Then I was rushing towards the gates at sixty miles an hour. The gates were padlocked, and I didn't have the key. I would have to ram them.

I shut my eyes and gritted my teeth as the front fender of my chopper hit the chain. There was an awful snapping sound, and then I was on the other side and roaring off down the open road. In just a few minutes Alice and Marilyn and I would be going off in quest of excitement and erotic adventures.

It took me only a couple of minutes to reach the billboard the chicks had promised to meet me under, but when I got there they hadn't come yet. Probably they were still getting ready for their new life. Once they started down that long road with me, they would be schoolgirls no longer.

As if there were kids, now!

Sure enough, a few minutes later two headlights winked at me far off down the road, and I saw a red Volkswagen bus right behind them. Soon they were right beside me, with the motor idling.

Alice kicked the door open. "Come on in, cowboy," she said. "And bring that big dick of yours with you."

"I brought my chopper," I informed her, which was dumb now that I think of it, because she could see the motorcycle between my legs. She was always looking between my legs.

The back doors of the big bus swung open and somebody hopped out. "Hey man, que pasa?" blared a thick male voice. I saw myself looking at a short, muscular man with long hair and hippie clothes.

"This is Turtle," Alice was saying to me. "We didn't tell you he was coming along, but after all we two chicks couldn't go driving crosscountry taking only ONE cock with us. We had to have at least TWO."

I didn't say anything. Turtle looked like a nice enough guy, but I'd been sort of looking forward to having both those delicious pussies all to myself. Oh well, I knew that I'd have plenty of time with both of them. And Turtle would too.

Between the two of us Turtle and I managed to wrestle my Honda into the rear of the Volkswagen bus, and then we hopped in and slammed the doors shut. Turtle vaulted like an acrobat over the front seat, so that he was up front with Alice, and I was pleased to see that I had Marilyn all to myself in the back.

Alice threw the bus into gear, and a moment later we were zipping down the midnight road.

"Hi, Roger," Marilyn said to me, whispering sexily in my ear. "I've been waiting a long time for this. Let's fuck."

Let's fuck, she'd said. Oh, my God! I couldn't help laughing as I suddenly realized that after everything I'd been through with both of these chicks, I still hadn't shoved my dong into either one of them. Well, this was my chance, all right. Marilyn would be first, but Alice wouldn't have very long to wait.

Marilyn was starting to peel off her clothes seductively, but I stopped her. "Let me do that, darling," I told her. "Undressing pretty girls is men's work." I bent to pull off her turtleneck, but she grabbed my head and kissed me square on the lips. Her tongue began to do a mating dance with my own tongue, and I could tell that this chick had really been around.

This school was not the fortress they claimed.

And then I pulled her blouse off, and her bare braless titties were staring up at me expectantly. As I've mentioned before, Marilyn's left boob was bigger than her right one. But I kind of liked that; it made her even sexier in a kind of kinky, lopsided way. Besides, both of her tits were bigger than most chicks had. And when they're as big as Marilyn's were, they don't have to match.

After I'd tugged her white turtleneck blouse off, it was the work of a moment for me to go for her miniskirt. I squeezed the soft fabric hard with both hands and tugged it down her shapely thighs, off her ankles and onto the floor of the bus. I noticed that Alice and Turtle were watching me with amusement through the rear-view mirror.

Then I hurried to unlace the girl's high-heeled leather boots, and tugged them off her delicious feet with hot feverish hands. Now I was looking at her bright yellow panty hose, the fabric that caressed her thighs and calves and feet almost as though it were a part of her. Marilyn looked so beautiful with that golden yellow going up and down her legs that I would have fucked her right then and there, but unfortunately panty hose don't have a cunt. They had to come off, and come off they did. When I tugged them off her flesh I saw that Marilyn, like so many other chicks I'd run into in the last few days, wasn't wearing panties.

She saw that I had noticed and smiled. "I don't believe in panties, Rodge," she told me.

'They slow things down. Now hurry up and fuck me, please. And fuck me good. I'm no virgin, and if you're no good at fucking I'll know right away. So fuck me good."

I didn't have to be told twice. I unzipped my dungarees, and out popped my hot rod, ready for action. It had known what was coming and it had popped out of my pants of its own accord, eager to get things going. Well, so was I.

I took Marilyn in my strong arms and tongued her throat and chin, working my way up to her mouth. As our lips met I kissed her with more heat and passion then I'd ever kissed any other girl, even Felicia or Cynthia. And as Marilyn and I were locked in a kiss, I felt her body grow hot beneath mine as I gently spread her legs apart and began to slide my meat into the waiting cavern of her honey pot.

Home at last.

I was surprised to realize that I was having a little trouble getting my cock up into her pussy. Either my meat was too big, or her hole was too small, or both. In any case, it was a tight fit. But that was okay; I like them tight.

I managed to work my prick into her, inch by inch, and the longer it took the hotter she was getting. I was getting hotter too, and I felt as though at any moment we might both burst into flames.

And then I was in her right up to the hilt, and pumping away in a frenzy of passionate lust. Just then Alice started driving the bus over a series of bumps and potholes, and the whole Volkswagen shot up and down in the air. But every thump of the bus brought our two bodies thumping against each other all the harder, and it felt great. Marilyn's mismatched tits were digging into my chest, and I loved it. It was wonderful.

I had started pumping, and now I decided to pump to the rhythm of the bus. Alice saw what I was doing and started to speed up the bus slightly, and I had to speed up the pumping, and that made it feel all the better. Underneath Marilyn's ass the chassis of the bus was vibrating and quivering like crazy, and it was making her legs, hips and ass shake up and down and back and forth as though they were plugged in to some gigantic vibrator. In fact, the whole bus was one huge vibrator, and Marilyn and I were inside it, making sweet love.

I was pumping harder now, not only faster but also harder, and I could feel the whole huge red Volkswagen bus rocking and vibrating and churning with every powerful thrust of my organ. It felt as though my cock controlled the world, because every time it moved I felt both our bodies tumble and spin along with it.

And then I felt that wonderfully warm, spreading feeling that told me Marilyn was creaming, creaming all over my beautiful big prick. I could feel my own body getting hotter and hotter and I knew that soon I would be coming as well.

Sure enough, the rumbling swell got bigger and bigger and more and more glorious as we zoomed down the road at almost a mile a minute, and I felt the stirring sensation deep within me getting bigger and bigger and bigger with every passing moment, with every thrust of my huge powerful jackhammer, with every fresh torret of love-juice that gushered out of Marilyn's honey hole.

And now I was creaming too, as my cock and balls and hips and thighs and flesh burst into a raging forest fire of passion, and I was sending gallons of red-hot cock-sauce zooming down the tunnel of hot flesh between Marilyn's shapely legs. Again and again I creamed, and then she was creaming too, and the twin geysers of love-tonic that rushed towards each other between us seemed to push us apart, but I knew that they were really holding us all the closer together. Because a man and a woman could never really feel close to each other, could never really come to know each other, until they'd had sex together, and it didn't matter whether they were married or not. It was fantastic. It was the reason we'd both been put here.

At last, at long long lovely last, our beautiful fuck was drawing to a close, and I knew that when I'd hitched up with Marilyn I'd found myself one beautiful girl. She was great. Oh, was she great.

I could feel the Volkswagen bus slowing down as Alice was getting more and more interested in the goings-on that were going on in the back. "Hey," she said at last, "I'd like to get into that too."

"Come on in, the water's fine," smiled Marilyn, with a moan of pleasure going across her beautiful red lips.

"No, I guess I'd better not," Alice decided, after going through an obvious mental struggle with herself. "I'd better keep on driving. We've got to get as far away from here as we can by morning."

I got off Marilyn regretfully and stood up. "If you want, I'll take over the driving for a while," I volunteered. "And you and Turtle can fool around for a while."

"Hey, man, thanks a lot," shouted Turtle, and I could tell that he was eager to do it with Alice, just as eager as I'd been to do it with Marilyn. Well, I was eager to do it with Alice too, but I knew that it could wait a while.

There would be plenty of time, and I knew that all I had to do was call and Alice would be ready to serve me.

I shoved my cocker back in my Levis and climbed over the seat, passing Turtle en route. I felt Alice's blonde hair and white flesh brush against me as we passed, and it was a delicious sensation. As she climbed into the back with the others I could see that she didn't wear any panties either, just a black face garter belt and stockings. Well, as Marilyn had said, panties only slowed things down.

Wise girl, that one.

And now I was in the driver's seat, and I felt a surge of power just knowing that the entire bus, and the people in it, were all in my hands, all controlled by me. With one firm hand I grabbed the huge phallus of the stick shift and shifted into third, and a moment later we were all roaring off down the road to the erotic unknown that lay beyond.