Chapter 4
History, English, social studies, the familiar subjects seemed to teach themselves that day as Carolyn worked to keep up her facade of stern authoritarian. Several times, especially after lunch in the mess hall, she saw little knots of boys talking and gazing sidelong in her direction, undoubtedly spreading the word that here was a teacher to be reckoned with, her soft good looks notwithstanding. The pain left her fanny, the soreness subsided, but the feeling of its being swollen remained and was hard to conceal as she walked about, doing her duty, being polite to Mr. Sloane, to Martha Wilkes, to the boys she'd come to teach, and from whom she'd already learned.
The day went by in a hazy dream. At three o'clock, when the final bell rang, she longed to go to her cabin and sleep, wake up for a warm shower, then sleep some more. Instead, discipline was there to be maintained, penance was there to be paid, and she went to her cabin just long enough to change her clothes. Then she set off on a brisk walk through the woods.
It was beautiful. City girl though she was, Carolyn knew she'd soon come to love the pines and the clear mountain air, the scolding blue-jays and the ominous-looking mushrooms that crowded up through the carpet of pine needles. The mushrooms reminded her of penises, however, and she avoided them as she walked, straying further and further from the camp, looking for the beauty in the forest and at all times being mindful about getting lost, starving to death, being attacked and eaten by a pack of wolves and wildcats.
She was more than a mile, by her reckoning, from camp when she first heard the voracious wild animals of the seemingly friendly forest.
She couldn't tell if they were wolves or cougars, but they were there, behind her, following, slavering at the jowls for her tender flesh. She walked faster, chewing on her knuckle, looking back over her shoulder and refusing to cry now, after having made it without a tear through the long, trying day. They were behind her, ready to pull her down and devour her the moment she stopped, and so she plunged on, tripping and falling, rising and going faster, craftily planning on leading them in a circle that would lead her back to the safety of the camp.
They were, however, getting closer. She couldn't see them beyond a flash of movement through the shrubbery, but she could hear them, ever closer, almost laughing like hyenas, though she knew very well no hyenas existed in North America. They were within yards of her, still unseen, but snapping twigs in their increasingly close pursuit, and she plunged on, skirt hiked up, knees lifting high, running out of breath but still going.
A cul-de-sac stopped her. She ran right into a pocket of boulders before she could stop, and when she turned to bravely face the hungry forest animals, ready to die but certain to fight to the death with true feminine bravery, she saw her pursuers clearly for the first time, and what she saw made her break into loud, long screams of terror.
There were four of them blocking the narrow entrance of her trap, four boys wearing sneakers and cloth masks and nothing else, nothing else at all but their skins, and each of them had his penis in his hand, stroking it while they surveyed her, making her plight all the more terrible. She stopped her screaming and started toward them, determined to break through their close ranks, only to scream and fall back, sprawling on the ground, as the closest two of them took a step toward her. Backward she scrabbled over the musky earth as they came closer, taunting her, terrorizing her: "Goddamn, she'd scared shitless."
"You can see right up her skirt."
"Man, look at those tits!"
"Let's jump her, men, let's fuck her good!"
"NO! NO!" she cried, gaining her feet, gathering her torn dress about her, only to be brought up short by a huge boulder at her back. Desperate now, she plunged ahead, with no way out but through them, and it was then that they caught her and caught her good.
One of them darted forward and tripped her and she went flat on her face in the pine needles, the wind knocked out of her. Before she could even move another said, "Give it to her like she gave it to Rusty!", and POW!, POW!, POW!, three terrific swats from the paddle made her move.
Screaming, she rolled away, heedless of the hand that caught her sleeve, the other that caught her skirt, and between them ripped the dress half off her. She had only a shred of it to cling to as she crouched panting on the ground, wild-eyed, trying to cover her ridiculously frilly bra and panties, trying to cover her almost total nudity.
"I know who you all are!" she said, panting. "I recognize you all, and if you don't stop this now I'll have you all expelled and sent to . . . sent to . . ."
Her lame threat was interrupted by their raucous laughter, and they advanced on her, all of them with the penises in their hands stiff and straight, pointing at her, glaring at her with their tiny eyes that sought her out as surely as if they could see.
"YA-HOO-O-O-O-O!" The closest one threw himself at her. She rolled away screaming but he landed on top of her, his naked flesh hot and clammy against hers, his bare penis branding her flank. She was bigger than the boy, probably stronger, but in her exhaustion and in her need to avoid all contact with his organ she was giving him the advantage, so she righted herself, gave up trying to hold the remnants of her dress up around her breasts, and began to pummel him with her fists, regardless of that thing pressing so hard and hot against her side.
Another of the boys got her by the wrist. She pulled with all her might, screaming hoarsely in her frustration. But he wrenched her onto her back on the pine needles.
The other two boys had hold of her legs before she knew it and then she was spread-eagled on the ground, still struggling but gaining no ground against the combined assault.
"Get her! Hold her down!"
"Rip that brassiere off! See if she cheats, like Martha said!"
"Either way, I got first dibs on sucking on them!"
"Let's fuck her, let's just fuck hell out of her!"
Her screams did Carolyn no good, and neither did her struggles. The pine needles bit under her back and legs, but they were far kinder than the eager hands that ripped and tugged at her bra till it came loose and her utterly gorgeous perfectly formed breasts, all chaste pink and white, fell free to further inflame the four lusty boys.
"Oh, Jeezus!"
"Just look at them!"
"Look at them, hell! Feel them. Taste them!"
There was a mouth at her nipple, sucking on it, biting it, driving Carolyn to a new height of madness. As two of the boys roughly toying with her poor, cringing, sensitive breasts, two more were calling for their turn.
A calm came over Carolyn and she went as limp as she could. She could survive this ordeal, perhaps even come out on top, if only she kept her head, didn't panic, didn't drive the boys to frenzy with her resistance, and resistance did little good anyway.
"Just hurry up and get it over with," she said. "You'll all pay, of this you can rest assured."
She lay there gathering her calm and her strength while the two mouths worked on her breasts. She divorced herself from those breasts, turned them away from her body and changed them into separate entities, little animals that had somehow attached themselves to her body for the time being. Let the boys kiss and lick the things, let them suck on her nipples. She hardly felt it at all, for she was scheming, resting, ready to counterattack and free herself, or at least to see these foul boys punished.
Their masks were made of sugar sacks in which eye holes and a large mouth hole had been cut. They were tied around their necks. Get one of them off, just one, and identify that boy, thus frightening them all away and securing her freedom, and later her revenge. She could do it. All it took was cunning, daring.
"Mmm," she murmured, and began to move again, but now her movements were smooth, silky, a sensuous sort of writhing, calculated to make it appear as if she was enjoying the two sucking mouths working at her breasts, even the two little hands that poked at her opened thighs and pulled the crotchband of her sodden panties aside. "Mmmmmm," she murmured, and let herself pretend that there was warmth in the mouths, love in the hands, pleasure to be found with four masked boys deep in the forest.
"Hey, she's starting to dig it," one of them said.
"Mmmm-m-m-m. More."
"Oh, man! Oh, man, she's a hot one after all!"
The boy on her left succumbed to Carolyn's feigned excitement. He released her arm to use both his hands as well as his mouth on her tormented nipple, and Carolyn smoothly slipped her hand down, fondled his head, then took a hold on the sack and pulled it up hard.
Her only satisfaction was that she choked him for a moment. She pulled and twisted for all she was worth, getting the mask turned about so the boy couldn't see, but she didn't get it off. As she screamed and struggled, the two boys at her crotch ripped off her panties, the delicate undies Iris had given her, shredding them from her body and leaving her naked save for her shoes and socks.
"Man, she's strong!" said one.
"We got her good now. Hold her down!"
"Let's change places, you guys. We want at her tits for a while."
"Okay. Who's got the razor? Jim, do you have that razor she gave us?"
"Kill me. Cut my throat," Carolyn murmured. But the boys didn't hear her, they were too busy scrambling around on top of her, pressing their sweat-reeking bodies against hers, touching her with their hard penises and testicles.
Each of her tormentors held her down with the weight of his torso and clutched an arm or a leg in a scissors lock between his legs. Carolyn's hands and feet were in constant contact with their genitals. She kept very quiet then, utterly loath to feel them stir against her as they went about their dirty work, two of them nursing like hungry baboons, the other two using some sort of vibrator down there between her legs, on that most vulnerable, weakest, softest part of her. She laid still, divorced her entire body from her brain, and thought of pleasant things, like waving fields of daisies, like clear Mediterranean waters, like flogging the four to death with hot barbed wire. She tried harder. She could feel an insidious sort of perverse pleasure spreading outward from her captive breasts. She thought about Spike Thompson, seducing her with the aid of cheap wine and an exciting dance, hurting her with his enormous penis, then abandoning her for some cheap slut when she'd confessed her tearful love for him in public.
That worked. She escaped from that feeling of dirty pleasure at her breasts and her cunt.
At last the boys stopped. At last she had some respite from that ordeal when the buzzing stopped and one of them said, "Yeah, that looks a lot better."
"Man, it's really pretty. Not like Ma . . . not like hers at all. Look, men, it's really a pretty pussy."
Lips left her breasts and the other two boys peered down between her shamefully spread legs, and Carolyn's curiosity was such that she struggled up in her grip, just high enough to see that she'd been shaved bald, clean as a baby's bottom, with her slit and the protuberance of her clit on very clear display.
"Oh, no," she moaned, and fell back, close to tears now, but absolutely refusing to let them come.
One of them touched her there and said, "What's that?"
"It's her clit, man! Don't you know nothing?"
"Never seen one like that before. It sticks right out."
"Big deal. You've only seen one before in your life."
"Yeah, it sticks right out, just like a little tongue. Yeah-h-h-h-h-h . . . ."
"NO, DON'T DO THAT!" Carolyn screamed as, unmistakably, she felt lips encircling her clit, a tongue softly lashing its helpless tenderness. "THAT'S NOT NICE! THAT'S A SIN! THAT'S AWFUL!!!" she screamed, all her aplomb gone now, bucking like a wild horse and screaming like a banshee.
"Better quit, Eddie, she's liable to hurt herself," said a wonderful voice, and Carolyn relaxed with a sigh as the mouth left her, as the tongue licked its last. She relaxed on the pine needles, feeling them soft and smooth now, and she didn't stir when fingers replaced the tongue that had almost seduced her.
"It's gettin' late. Almost time for dinner. Let's screw her now."
"Yeah, let's dip our wicks in her before she cools off."
"Man, she's only just begun."
"You go first, Rusty."
"You just bet I will."
Rusty, Rusty, she kept saying to herself, as a lithe, wiry body clambered atop hers, already pushing with its cock. She remembered the name of Rusty from somewhere, and she had to keep it in her mind. "Uh, uh, uh," he grunted, like a pig, as he poked and shoved with his little cock, trying to get it in her, not knowing that she'd survived a prick at least three times the size of this one, a real cock, not just a little wick.
He got it in her. Short as it was, Carolyn felt it go in, felt it rasp against her tender, shaven mound and push time and again against her clitoris, so dumb and defenseless that it couldn't even hide from this unwanted, persistent friction.
She rolled her head on the needles, trying to get away from the masked face hovering by her neck. She clutched at the earth, but only got handfuls of wicks and testicles as they held her down and the one on top of her fucked her, screwed her, made her want to laugh with his puny efforts.
"I've had more than that," she muttered.
"What? What she say?"
"More than that!" she said, lifting her head with the last of her strength. She fell back, enunciating clearly, "Lots more than that, lots more."
"Urrgh! Urrrggh! U-U-U-U-RRRGH!"
"That's it, Rusty, give it to her good, but she wants more, MORE!"
"CUM IN HER TWAT, RUSTY! GIVE HER MORE!"
"MORE!" she echoed defiantly, knowing he was ejaculating, but still defying them all, heaving with her body, trying to throw him off, trying to get his damnable pubic mound off her tender clitoris.
She succeeded. He rolled off her with a sigh and she sighed too and tried to reach down and scratch at her itching clitoris, only to be reminded by a handful of cock where she was.
Another boy was on top of her right away anyway, and he did the job she'd been wanting to do. With his penis moving in and out of her permanently damaged vagina, he was giving her clitoris the scratching of its life, even bringing forth a smile from her as she lay there murmuring, "More. More, I've had lots more than that."
"Man, she can't get enough of our pricks, men! Look it her move that big beautiful ass."
"Let's let her go. She'll give us a real ride."
"We're doin' fine," said the boy on top of her, riding her hard, panting hard, scratching her itch good and hard.
He grunted along toward his climax. Carolyn could distinctly feel it coming, and then at the very brink of it he pulled his prick right out of her, hoisted himself up in the push-up position, and looked down giggling. She looked too, saw his hard prick pointing at her flushed face, saw it jerk and throb and then vigorously spew out a gusher of semen that came up and hit her right in the chin.
"YAAHHHHH! GET AWAY! BABOONS! LET ME UP! RAPE RA-A-A-A-A-APE!!!" Her screams took them aback. For a moment they almost let her go, but then they were at her again, laughing and talking, sucking at her breasts, calling them her tits, poking another prick in her vagina, in her twat, in her cunt, fucking her and screwing her, not even giving her the satisfaction of properly scratching her burning clit as she tried frantically to wipe off the scalding goo from her chin, too furious for tears now, too mad to quit struggling, no matter what satisfaction it gave them.
"Teacher's really humping now!"
"Get her while she's hot."
"Who wants seconds?"
"I haven't finished firsts yet!"
"Pull out and shoot in her face, like I did."
"I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU ALL! MR. SLOANE, HELP! IRIS, WHERE ARE YOU? SPIKE, SAVE ME!!!"
"Uh! Oh, God, can't quit a pussy like this! Hotter than a friggin firecracker! Uh! UH! URRRRRGGGH!"
She thought they did it to her two more times, but she didn't cry, didn't shed a single tear. She was too weary and too determined.
She just lay there and took it, succeeding in transporting herself to another world, one of beauty and peace, one where she could sleep forever, one where her body was made of warm butter and her brain was made of cotton candy.
They had to help her to her feet. She rose as if her head was in the clouds, supported by the fiendish little imps who'd almost killed her but were now being relatively kind to her, except for their vile words.
"Man, once she got going, she really came!"
"I made her cum first."
"Like hell you did! It was me, with this!" said the one boy holding her arm, and thrust his flaccid prick against her thigh, where she brushed weakly at it, as if it were a June bug.
"We gotta be back. Martha'll really be pissed if we miss dinner."
"Think she can find her own way home?"
"Are you kidding? After all the time's she's cum, she can't find her ass with both hands."
One of them swatted her ass--hard--and it roused Carolyn from her torpor, made her glare at the little rapists for a moment before she slipped back into her drugged, stumbling walk through the forest, led on by four naked dwarfs, Sleeping Beauty up on her feet and walking, somehow.
They used the paddle to wake her up and keep her going, and that almost made Carolyn cry a few times, not from the pain of it, for she was beyond physical sensation, but from the complete lack of necessity for it. She was perfectly all right, just a little sleepy and in need of a stiff drink and some directions home, where she could sleep for forty-eight hours and then spend the next forty-eight in a hot tub. She was just fine, and she tried to tell them that, but they kept paddling and leading her along. Of course she was a little dazed, but that was understandable. She was so dazed, in fact, that she didn't even realize she'd been led all the way back to camp until she was thrust through a doorway and found herself to be the focal point of more than a dozen pairs of very wide eyes as she stood naked in the mess hall at dinner time.