Chapter 6
Linda was overjoyed hearing the news. "Are you sure?" she asked Claire repeatedly. "It's only in four days. Can they ask someone that late?"
"You should be getting the card today," Claire assured her. "Remember, we have to free ourselves from this prison. I was wrong to join it. When I think about it, in fact, I wonder how much there is about this so-called virtuous community that should be hidden.
You know, there was a peculiar look in her eyes with William, as if it weren't all that new or shocking to her. She seemed to urge me on as much as I did her. Sometimes I'm not even sure who seduced whom.
Linda added. "How many people do you figure will be at the party?" she asked.
"I don't know. I doubt if it'll be big. Maybe fifteen. There'll be some buffet food and everyone will sit around discussing how to raise as much money as possible. By the way the Headmistress mentioned that she might want you to help with the serving. I guess she thinks you're experienced or something because you're black."
Linda laughed. "That might help us though," she muttered mysteriously. "You know we're gonna have some problem making the Headmistress do anything in front of all those folks, let alone them doing anything themselves. Now if we knew who the Headmistress was with that time in the cellar, you know it might help. It could start things off."
"I don't follow you," Claire said.
"Man, you should have seen how much she wanted it from that guy. Now if we could get him to help us and believe me he don't like her any more than we do, then at least we have a chance."
"Linda," Claire answered annoyed. "She's not going to let herself be seduced right in front of everyone."
"She will with the proper stimulation."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, you know that drug you told me Mr. Brewer gave you?"
"Yeah."
"Remember what it made you do? Well, the skinny boy who I knew in high school, the one with that gang of boys that attacked me? I ran into him again, the last time I visited home. You know, he had the nerve to apologize to me."
She paused collecting her thoughts.
"I was pretty angry, you know, so I started screaming and stuff. Anyway, he told me that they weren't drunk that night, but had taken some drug that some long-haired kid had given him, not LSD but something else, some other initials. It's supposed to make you love everybody you see, like you can't control yourself or anything. He said in a crowd if someone just starts everything going, like that whore did than you can't resist going it yourself."
Claire smiled.
"I didn't believe him. I thought he was just trying to make excuses so that I wouldn't go to the police. He challenged me to try some. I refused. I had enough of him and his friends."
"Tell you what," he said. "Tonight we're having a party and we'll be taking some of this stuff. Now you don't have to take any, but you watch and see what happens, and you'll believe me."
"I must admit that I was kind of curious so I agreed to come, but only for a few minutes, and I warned him if they tried anything again, I'd see they were in jail for a long time."
"He gave me the address and I told him I'd meet him around nine, when things should be moving pretty fast."
"There were about fifty people there when I arrived, in this deserted warehouse down the block from my house. They'd set up a record player, and some weird lights that kept flashing in the darkness and all so you could hardly see except for quick flashes, but by the time I'd arrived things had already started swinging."
"I was feeling kind of lost, and I still thought they might try to do something to me, so I kind of went to a far corner."
"It was pitch black, but I could make out this young girl who'd happened to wander toward me, sort of dazed. She was a Puerto Rican and innocent-looking like she wasn't quite sure what was happening to her. I didn't say anything cause I was there to watch."
"She lay down on her back like she'd passed out so I went up to her to see at least if she was all right. When I got closer I saw that she'd hiked up her skirt and spread her legs and was masturbating right there. She didn't even notice me. She was stroking the insides of her thighs and whimpering to herself. Man, she was really beautiful! Her tits were tan and were heaving like huge mountains during an earthquake. Each time the lights flashed I could see her and then it would be dark again so it was like seeing still pictures of her."
"The next time the lights flashed I saw this big black guy towering over her. The same guy who raped me, and when I recognized him I sort of gasped in fright."
"They didn't say a word to each other. The next thing I saw, he'd made her get on all fours like an animal, still rubbing her thighs, but he wouldn't let her touch her own pussy. When she tried I saw him grab her hands preventing her."
"She started whining something in Spanish and pressing her palms against her breasts so that they bulged from underneath her arms. Her hair was jet black and went all the way down to her rear which stuck out so that I could see her bright, red panties that were soaked from her cunt."
"The boy grabbed a few strands of her hair and pulled her head toward his cock. Eagerly, she unzipped his pants and took out his massive cock and started sucking."
"Just then, a girl, tall and slender and black, came up to them with a vibrator."
"The Puerto Rican didn't see her, but I'm sure the boy did. She pulled down the girl's panties and without warning pushed the steel into her from behind."
"That poor girl was beside herself, moving in and out like she was going to die. She must have come three or four times."
"The boy made her take her clothes off and touch herself in front of them while they fucked. Then the black girl had her eat her while the boy pushed the vibrator up her ass."
"At that point I had enough. My finger was into my cunt, working, looking at those lovely boobs which stuck out stiff as nails and her beautiful cunt. I myself must have come about three times."
"I never did wait to find out what happened to them in the corner. I split and went home and the next day I confessed to the community that I longed for bodily pleasures and had masturbated. I'll never forget that party."
There was a knock on the door and the two women turned in horror.
The door opened and Mr. Thomas of all people walked in, his face displaying some inner tension that might have meant that he'd been listening to their conversation. It was hard to tell whether he was angry, or simply determined to tell them something. But whatever it was he looked sterner than they'd ever seen him. His normally gentle mouth was pursed and his eyes stared ahead of him without so much as glancing at Claire or Linda.
"Mr. Thomas," Claire whispered, "what are you doing? If you're caught here-"
"Sometimes the rules are less important than doing good," the kindly old man said. "I had to speak to you, Claire, to warn you to be careful. You don't know what you're getting, into. Leave this community at once and you too, Linda. You're in danger."
"We know that, Father," said Linda. "But the Headmistress-"
"Be quiet, Linda," Claire interrupted. "The Headmistress?" the old man asked. "Suppose you tell us what you're talking about," Claire said.
"You don't understand, my child. I must go. Remember what I said and leave this place at once for your own good."
"Wait," Linda said smiling and taking hold of the man's arm. "Nothing will happen to you here. I'll lock the door."
"No, please."
He struggled to get away but Linda, treating him like a child, wrestled him to the floor, pinning his shoulders down with her knees and looking down on his visage.
"I think we should tell each other the truth, Mr. Thomas," Linda whispered bending toward him, her breast nudging against the old man's chest.
Noiselessly, Claire unbuckled the old man's belt and lowered his pants, exposing his white legs and an ever emerging bulge underneath his underpants, which Claire playfully pinched with her fingers.
"No, don't! You don't understand. They'll get you too, as they have me."
"Who'll get us?" Claire asked, lowering the underpants so that Mr. Thomas' erect penis sprang up toward her mouth like a wound spring.
"If they found out, they might kill me."
Linda pulled her dull dress over her head and threw it to the side of the room. Mr. Thomas gazed at her black tits, the brown nipples hardening before him and cupping them in her strong hands she squeezed them sensually as Claire gently prodded the tip of the old man's prick with her lithe tongue.
The old man rolled his head from side to side on the floor trying to resist. Claire grasped his small tool in both her hands and gently jerked it up and down as he whined.
"All right, now tell us," Claire demanded and squeezed his cock hard so that he yelped in pain.
"They'll kidnap you," he whispered. "You must get away. I heard her talking."
"Who, the Headmistress?"
"No, it's-"
Three sharp raps were heard on the door, and they all turned.
"Get in the closet," Claire whispered. "Who is it?" she inquired.
"Mrs. Bunker, William's mother," a low melodious voice responded from the other side of the door. Linda felt Mr. Thomas' body shudder, noiselessly they hid him away as Claire went to let Mrs. Bunker in.
"William's mother was a tall, dark woman, with high cheekbones and a lush, sensual mouth. She was dressed in an elegant purple suit which amply displayed her lovely tits and enticing hips.
"The Headmistress said that you might explain to me the treatment of my son. It seems he thinks it's unfair and rather harsh. Of course, I realize how adolescent boys exaggerate, but such stories, why-they were rather fantastic," she smiled at them politely.
"Perhaps I'd better go." Linda remarked.
"No, please stay.. You're Linda, aren't you? I was meaning to see you as well and while I'm here," she said smoothly, "I may as well get you both."
They all laughed a bit awkwardly.
"Oh, nothing like that," Mrs. Bunker continued. "I just wanted to invite you to the party this Saturday. Miss O'Conner, Robert's sister is a good friend of mine and since I was coming her anyway, she didn't think you'd mind if I asked you for her. You know how these things are, one of us must have forgotten to send a card out to you."
Her eyes wandered strangely over Linda's body as if examining her, so that Linda squirmed uncomfortably.
"Now Claire."
Claire glanced at her uneasily.
"I realize that William's an impetuous boy, given to many outbursts and I fully sympathize with their problems you have with him in class."
"He's really a good boy at heart," Claire responded immediately. "You must understand, Mrs. Bunker, that I can't risk disrupting the whole class on account of one boy. What measures I take are for their own good as well as your boy's."
"I fully understand. Believe me! I don't blame you. In fact, I was wondering if you might suggest something I might do for him. I notice that, well, he seems to be a bit premature in certain respects. He has a great interest in the young girls, and I must say, them in him as well, and yet he's so young and innocent. Why the stories he made up about you, Sister, even though they could not possibly be true, seem to indicate that his mind is going off in an altogether wrong direction I quite understand how he might wish that you'd done what he'd said," Mrs. Bunker patted Claire's shoulder. Claire smiled.
"I'm one of those modern mothers," Mrs. Bunker continued, and, you know, I lost my husband in the war and have had to bring the boy up myself. Perhaps I've been too lenient with him. I sent him here for discipline. I thought that since in his own way he's been trying to tell me how much he likes you, that you could perhaps come by our house tomorrow and the two of us could have a long talk with him a id see if anything can be done. I'd appreciate it if you'd come, too, Linda. Miss O'Conner will be there and the Headmistress said you might help with the serving at the party. I like to get the two of you together as much as possible," she laughed.
"Of course," said Claire. "We can go right after class."
Linda looked rather displeased for some reason.
"By the way," Mrs. Bunker asked as she was departing. "Have either of you seen Mr. Thomas recently?" . "I'm sorry, no," Claire said. "You see, we've been in here for a while and of course men aren't allowed here."
"Of course. I was just wondering. I have to see him about a matter of some urgency." Her eyes searched theirs for a moment, but apparently satisfied she left, her rear swaying tantalizingly as she walked.
"I don't like her," Linda growled as the two of them made sure that Mrs. Bunker had left and quickly retrieved Mr. Thomas from his hiding place.
"Well," Linda chuckled, "you're having quite an exciting day. When was the last time you had to hide away in a woman's closet."
Mr. Thomas seemed in no mood for jokes. "I must tell you," he murmured to himself.
"Why don't we all get comfortable first," Linda screamed gleefully and putting action to words stripped down to her underpants and bikini.
"Come lie beside me," she said to the old man, "and tell us what is so dangerous in the lives of two innocent girls like Claire and I."
Soon the three of them nestled together on the bed, Claire's ripe body on one side of the old man, her pink nipples nudging against his bare chest and Linda, black and voluptuous, curled up on the opposite end.
"My children," Mr. Thomas began, trying to ignore Claire's white hand which strayed over his body. "When I first came here I was a proud idealistic youth who wished only to serve Mr. John who has created such an ideal community. My first night here and the following ones for ten years were spent in blissful contemplation of the ideal life. Then one night I was visited by a woman. Not very young, but very pretty. She is now our Headmistress."
"Go on," Claire whispered, and bent down to grasp his tool which hardened miraculously at her touch.
"You might not believe it looking at her now, but then Katherine was a lovely creature. Her eyes were pure and guiless as the blue sea, her hands were like lilies.
She said she had to speak to me, she had no close relations she told me, just as you two don't, and she was afraid for her life.
"I can't talk to you here," she said, trembling with fright. "Come to the wine cellar."
"What was I to do? The poor child was in a state."
"I went with her, my arm around her soft shoulder giving her support, for I thought she'd faint."
"In a low sweet voice, she told me that she was in danger, just as I've told you. She said that the Community was a front for white slave traders. What better place than here where homeless, virtuous girls are sent because of one misdeed; young, beautiful girls who are than forgotten by the world, as you two are as well. They were going to take her, she cried in fright, unless I helped."
Claire, lying on her stomach, her pretty ass sticking out invitingly, put her hands underneath her, between her legs and slowly rubbed her cunt against the sheets, sighing blissfully.
"Mr. Thomas," Linda murmured, "look at poor Claire and you haven't even told us most of your story."
"It's not just a story," the old man screamed, "it's true!"
"As she talked she was getting very hot down there in that dank, humid room. "Mr. Thomas," she said, "I'm going to die of the heat. Let me take my clothes off, but don't look."
"I looked away and heard only the rustling of her staid, shapeless dress dropping to the ground in the darkness. "That's much better," she sighed. "I can trust you not to see me naked."
"Why do you think these things, my child?" I asked her. "What makes you think anyone wishes to kidnap you?"
"I thought, of course, that she was mad."
"A man came to me last night, and warned me," she whispered in a low, smooth whimper. 'A young man just out of the army with a lovely wife. He warned me, but I didn't believe him. And now he's dead, murdered this morning. His wife is a mere baby, only seventeen with a two-month old baby, named William. Now she's all alone."
"I confess, I hardly listened to her," Mr. Thomas sighed. Neither of us were exactly children, but the presence "-of her satin white skin just behind me was maddening. As she talked I was sure that her hands were accidentally brushing against me because of the lack of light, but the tension inside me was unbearable. I couldn't contain myself. I turned, and in the shadows I saw her frantically trying to cover herself up. I tore her hands away, pinning them against the wall, and gazed at her magnificent body, her young firm breasts, so white, like small dunes of sand.
I took control of myself for one instant and let her go, but she didn't run in fear as I expected, but hurled herself at me, ripping my clothes and moaning with the innocent passion of a virgin."
"As I entered her I felt the blood running over my legs, she twisted and turned, but finally came wildly thrashing underneath me. I fell asleep huddled in the warmth and dankness of her womanhood."
For almost two years after that we met in the damp cellar and made love. I knew I was doing wrong, but I loved her madly, perhaps I still do. Nothing had come of her story and so I dismissed it as the wild tale of a frightened imagination."
"We never spoke of it until one night long after. She told me that Mrs. Bunker, for she was the young wife, as you may have guessed, had come to her that evening."
Linda gasped. "You mean, Mrs. Bunker was the one. She killed her husband?"
"Exactly, my child." answered Mr. Thomas. "Katherine informed me that they knew of our affair and now demanded our complicity in the whole thing or else they would expose us."
"I want to go immediately to the police, but Katherine, she loved me so much! She wouldn't let me! 'We can't ruin your life, because of me!' she cried. 'It's my fault, I haven't been careful!' "
"Since then we've been forced to provide young girls for their evil purposes. Young girls, who no one will miss, who we can claim have died or run away from here, without anyone questioning it. For who would suspect Mr. John's Community. They are taken to foreign lands, are raped or if they are lucky, are made slaves bought and sold by rich noblemen, robbing them of their beauty, until if they are no good for their evil pleasures anymore, use them as cooks, maids, or even for the sadistic delights of the common populace. They die young of overwork, syphilis, or simply despair, far from home, never knowing anything but abuse."
Claire, face down, her ass climbing up and down, suddenly groaned with ecstasy. "Help me, Mr. Thomas!" she implored.
"Pretty Claire," Linda whispered, and turned Claire on her back so that the two of them could watch her fingers exploring her own clitoris, shaking in brief but wild spasms, her lovely pussy wet with the thrill of her fingers searching inside her, her pale tits, full and ripe, dripping with sweat, her red mouth obliviously lying open as she panted. "Now!" she screamed.
Mr. Thomas, timidly at first, knelt down toward her, and gently licked her black hair which like thick moss, covered her pussy, while Linda urgently sucked her friend's taut pink nipples, nipples, nipping them lightly in her teeth. "Eat me!" Claire begged, removing her own hand she steered the old man's mouth between her legs as ho plunged his tongue inside of her until, wailing with lust, she came, filling his throat with warm liquid.
Linda, ignoring her, turned to the old man. "Me, too," she grinned. "You ain't young anymore, honey, but you sure make up for it in experience."
Mr. Thomas shook his head sadly and tried to recover his composure. "You must not go to Mrs. Bunker's home tomorrow. I'm afraid you'll never come back."
"Have you been sent to fetch us then?" Claire asked.
"No. I'm not much use to them anymore. You see, my job was to test out the various girls, so to speak."
"You mean you seduced them?" Linda exclaimed joyfully. "You got to tell us some of your other tales some time!"
"I condemned them to the most inhuman life. Can't you understand that you too will be taken. I like you both. You're not suited for an ascetic life, but your basically good girls, who've been led astray. Claire, I know what you've done to that child. That was wrong."
"I know, but I am so lonely here. I still don't see how you even know of their plans, Mr. Thomas," she continued.
"I happened to overhear Mrs. Bunker and Miss O'Conner discussing it in the Headmistress' office. I had to go see her about something. She wasn't there but they were, and they noticed me when they came out. I'm no safer than you. They've never trusted me."
"We'll fix them, don't worry about that," Linda said proudly. "Claire and I have a-"
"Be quiet, Linda," Claire commanded.
"But hone-"
"Let's not go into that nonsense again."
"What nonsense is that?" inquired Mr. Thomas.
"It's nothing," Claire laughed. "You know, just a game we play with each other. Thank you for the warning. We won't go anywhere that they can take us, and we'll be gone shortly from this place. I hope you make out as well."
"But tell me of your plans," the man said in desperation. "You obviously don't realize-"
"We'll be all right, I tell you. I really think you should be going. By the way, is Mr. O'Conner involved in this?"
"I would believe so, both he and his sister are the worst of the lot. As you might suspect, he's taken over my job."
"I see."
"I advise you to stay on the Estate. If you're lured outside, it may prove fatal."
"You mean you shouldn't go to the party," asked Linda, pouting. "No. When you don't show tomorrow they'll know you've been warned. They can be quite cruel. I'll be around tomorrow to make sure you're safe, but don't open your door to anyone."
"Goodbye, Mr. Thomas," Claire reiterated.
"Oh, not yet," Linda moaned. "You know, Mr. Thomas," she whispered, confidingly, "Claire has never been entered by a man. Can you believe it? That's why she can only play with herself or me. I'm not so pure though." She undid her bra, letting it tumble to the floor and lay down on her back, her strong legs stretched wide apart, like an Amazon princess.
"Fuck her, Mr. Thomas," Claire commanded, pushing him on top of her.
"I can't," the old man stammered, "as you can see." He pointed at his cock which was as limp as a babe's.
Claire smiled.
"We'll fix that."
From out of her desk she removed a large dildo. "The least you can do is suck Linda off while I use this," she remarked.
The old man's eyes lighted on Linda who was squeezing her erect nipples, her torso moving slowly on the bed with anticipation.
Mr. Thomas knelt over her, pulled down her drawers and began nibbling at the tangled mass of hair that hid her entranceway, which in no time had moistened with his saliva and its own natural lubrication.
Despite Linda's apparent pleasure as her thrusting buttocks and blissful sighs were indicative of the old man's prick still remained motionless. Linda reached forward and grasped it in her huge paw, but still nothing!
Claire, in the meanwhile, tugging at the black hair around her pussy, and stroking the pliable mounds of flesh underneath, watched them lazily, not allowing herself to come again until the right moment when her friend would be satisfied as well.
She observed Mr. Thomas' bare ass squirming from the pressure exerted in front of it by Linda. Taking the dildo she rubbed it between her legs greasing it with her spendings, and rubbed it to make sure, licking it all around as if it were a popsicle, or for that matter, a real cock.
Without warning she grabbed the cheeks of Mr. Thomas' rear and violently pulled them apart. "No," he yelped in pain and tried to break away, but Linda's grasp on his , limp tool prevented him from moving.
Slowly, Claire probed his anus with the hard rubber cylinder, gently rotating it and moistening it with her own tongue. Grinning, she also began probing the vulnerable chocolate hole with her index finger, plunging it further and further in, until the old man raised his head from Linda's cunt.
"Not finished yet, Mr. Thomas?" Linda whined, and still holding onto his penis which for the first time showed signs of renewed life, she forced him back toward her and ordered her to lick her well, or else she'd just have to ask Claire to try yet another finger.
"Do you think there's enough room, honey?" she chuckled. "Man, you're good, don't stop now!" Mr. Thomas spurred by this, plunged his tongue deeper inside her crack until his lips were pressed against her pubic hairs. He, himself, began stroking his penis, hoping to make it rigid, but still it failed to completely stiffen.
"That's okay, Linda," Claire moaned with excitement, seeing those big black tits of hers soaking wet with sweat, heaving with passion, "the good man will be able to fuck you," and she rammed the dildo all the way in with all her might, concerned only that someone might notice his piercing yell for help.
Miraculously, as Claire moved the tool in and out of him, deeper and deeper with each thrust, Mr. Thomas' cock sprang up, its tip, ruby wet, glistening in Linda's hand.
"Screw me, please!" the big, black girl implored.
Obligingly, Claire, as if she were operating a puppet on a string, pushed the old man's body, maneuvering it with the aid of the insistent dildo, on top of Linda's begging body, and the latter steered his cock in and very soon thereafter came.