Chapter 6
Carolyn was up and out of bed, feeling marvelous, before she even remembered her terrible ordeal of the day before, and when she did remember what all had happened to her, she went right on about her early morning routine with stoic aplomb. Standing at the window, she told herself she'd been raped, but that she wasn't the first woman it had happened to. Doing her sitting up exercises, she decided that perhaps her advisors were right, and that it would cause more harm than good to report it. In the icy shower, she remembered how very nice Mr. Sloane had been to her, though that memory was hazy, and she couldn't tell which part of it had been real and which a dream.
She dressed in her plainest panties--pink with just a touch of lace--a matching brassiere that was reassuringly constricting, and put on a bulky white angora pullover sweater and an old, voluminous black cotton skirt that came down to below her knees. In flat, sensible shoes, with her hair pulled back in a tight bun, she looked properly severe enough to confront the boys with learning while offering them nothing--not even a trace of lipstick--to tantalize their lusty little sexual appetites.
She was a little later than the day before to the mess hall, but again she was the first to arrive. Going behind the serving partition to get her food, she was shocked to see Martha Wilkes, the camp cook, with the top of her dress stripped down to her waist, and two of the school's prize baboons sucking on her enormous big breasts like a pair of greedy piglets.
Carolyn flushed scarlet but she remained expressionless as she said, "You ought to be ashamed of yourself!"
Martha Wilkes hugged the wide-eyed boys closer and said, "You ought to mind your own business."
"At least have the decency to stop!"
"Why? It's just getting good. Help yourself to the French toast, blondie, and if you don't want to get fucked again, keep out of the forest"
Carolyn ate alone, in silence, and when the first of the boys came into the mess hall, she got up and went to her classroom. There on the blackboard, with crude but disgusting clarity, was another picture of herself with the boys. Her stick figure was lying spread-eagled on the ground, shouting, "More! More!", while four masked boys stuck their pricks in her and spattered her with their loathsome juices.
She'd almost been ready for it, but not for that, "More!", business. The eraser was gone, so she went quickly to Mr. Sloane's classroom and got one, rubbed her blackboard clean, muttering, "I didn't say anything about wanting more. It was all disgusting to me, like a very bad dream. I was going to forgive and forget, but if that's how those little hoodlums are going to act, at least HI get some kind of revenge on them."
They came trooping in late, grinning lewdly and talking obscenely. She sat at her desk, knees together and hands folded, and when at last they'd taken their seats she said, "You've been wasting time and learning very little. I have a lesson schedule which I plan to adhere to. Anyone who doesn't keep up with me will fail this class and have to repeat it. There is the multiplicand and the multiplier, and . . ."
"Let's fuck!"
"Show us your tits, teacher!"
". . . in division there is the divisor and the dividend, and here we have the elements in...."
"Let's take off her pants and fuck her!"
"Do a strip for us, Carolyn!"
". . . multiplication and division. On page fifty-six in your book you will find . . ."
"Let's all eat her box for lunch!"
"Teacher, will you suck my prick?"
She slammed her hand down on the desk, then pointed at one of the boys she'd seen with the cook that morning. "You! Get up here and drop your pants, right now!"
He grinned at the rest of the class and slowly got to his feet, unbuckling his belt as he came up the aisle. He stood before her on her elevated platform, head thrown back and sneering as he dropped his pants. She planned on taking Mr. Sloane's advice with this application of corporal punishment, wielding the paddle against a naked bottom, knowing how much more it hurt, and further humiliating him before his peers before she did the job on him. But now as he dropped his pants she felt sure she recognized him as one of her assailants in the forest, and she became so flustered that her plans for humiliation went begging. She got up with the paddle, went behind him, and POW!, SWAT!, WHACK!, gave him just three swats with such force that part of her blonde curls came tumbling out of the bun on her head.
He turned to face her, rubbing his bare bottom with one hand and stroking his prick with the other, making it swell, making it stiffen, making her eyes widen, and he said, "Is that all you got for me, teach?"
"Take your seat. We must get on with the lesson."
On and on she lectured, through continuous interruptions of catcalls, controlling herself, controlling herself. She worked from the book and at the blackboard, very actively, wishing the time would pass faster, and after about an hour of this, one of her students raised his hand.
"Yes, uh, Kenny?"
"My name's Jimmy, and I've gotta take a leak bad, teacher."
The others laughed, of course, but Carolyn maintained her aplomb and said, "I'm afraid you're so far behind you'll just have to hold it, James."
"But I gotta piss," he said, rising from his seat. "Give me the key to the John, damnit."
"Come up here and get three swats for cursing in class, but you're not going to get the key to the rest room from me. You'll just have to wait until luncheon recess, and that goes for all the rest of you too."
A chorus of moans went up. Their sound was more pleasing to Carolyn than those made by the perforated paddle on the boy's bare bottom. It wasn't much of a revenge to deprive them of the right to relieve themselves, but it was something, and Carolyn appreciated it. She suppressed a smile as she saw the increasing amount of fidgeting among her students, as she saw them looking at the clock more and more. Now she wanted the time to drag for them, and it certainly did, if their grumblings were any indication. One small victory, the harbinger of many others, she thought, when at last the bell rang and they all went charging out of their seats.
Carolyn skipped lunch. She absolutely refused to sit down at a table with animals like those. Instead she strolled around the baseball diamond, walked between the playground and the edge of the forest, looking for birds in the branches and pretty flowers in the undergrowth. She wasn't hungry at all, and she felt very good, until she heard the sound of a snake in the woods.
"Psssst!"
She stopped and peered through the warm tangle of branches. Mr. Sloane had told her there were no. venomous snakes in the area, but still she was a little bit frightened and still she wanted to see it.
"Psssst!"
It couldn't be but a few yards deep in the forest, and she lifted her skirts well up over her knees and stepped over a charming little grouping of ferns to see if she could find it.
"Pssst!"
Deeper she went, pressing branches aside, still a little frightened, but enjoying that feeling too as she sought to commune with nature, all by herself in the forest.
She was four steps into a little glade, a lovely little shaded clearing in the forest with sunbeams slanting through the branches before she saw them, four of them, all naked save for their masks and shoes, and one of them twirling a lasso in the fashion of a rodeo cowboy.
"EEK! EEEEEEEK!" She turned to run, staggered sideways when her ankle twisted, and the rope fell over her head and tightened about her chest, pinioning her arms and biting deeply into her already tightly compressed breasts. "EEK! HELP! I'M BEING RAPED AGAIN!" she shouted, but the thick green foliage seemed to muffle her outcries as she was dragged back into the middle of the clearing, unable to even strike out at the boys this time.
"Tie her hands behind her back. I want to see those big old tits they were talking about last night in the barracks."
"String her up to that tree so's we can have us a good look at her."
"HELP! THEY'RE GOING TO HANG ME!"
"That's it. Hoist her arms up over her head."
"Boy, look at those legs. I been dying to feel them all day in class. They look so damned good under her desk!"
"Take her skirt right off!"
"YOU BABOONS! YOU BEASTS! YOU MONSTERS! LET ME LOOSE!"
"Christ, but she yells loud!"
"Gag her. Here, I'll pull off her pretty little pink panties and stuff them in her mouth."
"I want to stuff my cock in her mouth, man!"
"HELP! HEL-L-L-L-L-LP! THEY'RE GOING TO KILL ME! I'M BEING RA .. . MMF! MMF!"
Her panties silenced her. They were shoved in her mouth, smelling faintly of the lotion that Mr. Sloane had so lovingly applied to her ravaged vulval area the night before. She was entirely helpless with her arms stretched up over her head, entirely silenced by the silken gag in her mouth.
They stripped her naked, and they took their time about it. She was already bare from the waist down, and while one of them poked and played about her shaven loins, another roved his hands over her exposed bottom, pinching and toying with the tender flesh there, sticking his dirty fingers in between the pristine white loaves of her buttocks. Another of her assailants took off her shoes and socks, then helped the fourth while together they scissored off her pretty white angora sweater and cut away her tight brassiere so that her lovely big breasts spilled out into the sunshine, their nipples made rosy pink and bone hard from her terror.
"Damn, she's sure got 'em. They're ten times prettier than old Martha's."
"And I bet they taste ten times as good."
They'd stretched the rope so she was up on her tiptoes, and this presented her naked breasts just at the level of the boys' mouths so that they stood erect and comfortable while each of them sucked happily on a bright pink rigid nipple while he used his hands on the soft and creamy white mounds of her breasts. With her arms stretched upward like that, her breasts were understandably flattened, and this somehow made them seem more sensitive to the unwanted attentions they were getting. Carolyn could feel every little convolution of the tongues that laved over them, was aware of each small ridge of the fingers that played over her, but still she didn't weep, didn't shed a single tear.
She bore it, but it wasn't easy, for down below they were trying further to break through her icy calm. One of them was down on his knees now, using his lips on her clitoris, trying to make it swell up and sexually respond, while the other was rubbing his dirty little prick all over her bottom, pushing it in the cleft between her buttocks to touch that sweet opening there that Mr. Sloane had so enchantingly described to her.
"Nice tits. Really nice!"
"The guys who jumped her yesterday were sure telling the truth about 'em."
"Man, what a clit! Mmmmm-m-m-m-m. It sticks right out like a little finger! Mmmm-m."
"I want to fuck her in the ass. Man, what an ass! But first I want to paddle her as hard as she got me this morning."
That statement narrowed the identity of that rapist down to two, for Carolyn had only paddled two boys that morning, but the trouble was that in her state of extreme consternation and distress, she couldn't for the life of her recall who had received her corporal wrath. The boys in her classroom, it seemed, were all as faceless as this quartet of masked hoodlums in the forest. But then all thought of a later apprehension of even one of this band of rapists fled her, for the boy behind her began to paddle her soundly.
WHACK! SPLAT! SMACK! The sound of wood against the tenderest of flesh resounded through the lovely glade as he swatted her hard. The boy in front of her was still sucking and licking her clitoris, and each of the blows from behind drove her forward against his mouth with such force that it was totally impossible that her clitoris remain under control. She could feel it swelling up with each of the blows, helped along by the suction on it, until it throbbed so strongly she thought it might burst. Even after the boy behind her quit his awful punishment, her body continued to thrust back and forth, whipping like a palm tree in the wind against the three sucking mouths on nipple, nipple and clit.
"That was neat," said the one in the back. "Her ass is the color of her nipples."
"Hey, let's spank her tits! Gimmie the paddle," said one, as he smacked his lips off her nipple.
Carolyn shook her head wildly, shook her whole body in fact, but her mute protest did no good at all. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The terribly hard paddle was forcefully swung against her tenderly soft breasts with great force and precision, while down below the boy on his knees sucked blithely away at her badly swollen clitoris and Carolyn watched in horror, ablaze with hot pain, while the perforations in the paddle left regular white disks on her poor punished breasts as they were turned crimson by the cruel paddle.
"Take the panties out of her mouth and let her breathe."
"Lower her down from that tree branch."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she murmured, all but swooning as pure air rushed into her lungs and her lovely naked body began to crumple to the soft floor of the forest.
"Let's take her over to that fallen tree and really give it to her good, really special."
"Please, please, please," she said, "I've had enough, I've had more than enough."
"What she say?" one asked, as she was pushed down with her soft white belly on the hard dark trunk of the fallen tree.
"She said she wanted some more," was the reply.
"No, I didn't say that," she explained, as her wrist rope was stretched forward and looped around a sapling. "I didn't say I wanted more, I said I'd had more than enough. Oh, no! Don't fuck me again, boys! I was fucked more yesterday than I ever was in my whole life!"
"More?" one of them asked, apparently the one who was pushing his stiff little cock into her very open and buttery vagina.
"Much more! Oh, much more!" she said, and he pushed it in harder, completely misconstruing her meaning. "NO, DON'T PUT THAT IN MY POOR VAGINA. PLEASE DON'T!" she shouted.
"Okay," he said, and took it out, only to begin boring it into her anus.
"NO, NOT THERE!!! NO, THAT'S THE WRONG PLACE, THE WRONG HOLE, YOU STUPID LITTLE BABOON! PUT IT IN MY VAGINA! STICK IT IN MY CUNT, YOU IDIOT!!!"
Now, thoroughly excited, the boy didn't hear. He pushed it right on in and began to work it back and forth with vigor while Carolyn squalled and squirmed, fought against the ropes and tried to kick backward at him. They had her in their total control, and all she could do was relax and enjoy the feeling of the lessening, then the vanishing pain as she was thoroughly sodomized under the spreading pines.
They all four did it to her there. Once she'd relaxed and gone stoic, she could bear it quite well, though she was unable to stop squirming because of the fiendish little itch that had been left on her clitoris by the one's lips and tongue. She was sweating and squirming, yelling and kicking, but she wasn't crying, she didn't shed a single tear throughout the ordeal of having four stiff cocks, one after the other, pushed in side her slippery, sliding asshole and rubbed all around, pulled back and forth, finally to spew a dirty load of sex juice inside her formerly virginal anus. Somehow she withstood it without shedding a tear, and she was even able to muster up a small, weary smile of triumph after they'd taken their filthy satisfaction with her and untied her and propped her back against the tree trunk.
"Man, she looks like she really dug it."
"Damn right she did. She's a hot one, a lot hotter than fat old Martha Wilkes."
"But Martha sure knows how to cook."
Carolyn just closed her eyes to them, feigning a faint, not even trying to listen when they began to buzz and giggle between themselves. Oddly enough, she did feel at peace lying there in the forest, backed up against the arboreal couch of her anal defloration, and she felt as if she might doze off and spend the afternoon in peaceful slumber, until it began to rain on her.
It was warm rain, salty rain that struck her face, and it was a rain most reminiscent of her delightful shower of the evening before that was thrumming against her crotch. She opened her legs to feel more of that, licked her lips to savor the strangely compelling flavor of the salty rain, and at last opened her sleepy eyes to gaze up at its origin, high above the tree-tops, up the heavens where clouds are born, way up there where . . .
"EEEE-E-E-EEEK!" They were urinating on her. The very concept of it was so shocking, so unbelievable, that for several moments Carolyn could only sit there and watch, with hot, shuddery waves of revulsion wracking through her naked body, while two streams of yellow arced down to splatter directly against her fearfully rigid nipples and two more converged to splash hard into her wide open slit, thudding and thrumming against her abused clitoris with steady vibrations.
"EEEEEK! EEEE-E-E-EK!" She screamed and screamed, but that was the only part of her body that was functioning properly. The rest of it was paralyzed completely, with the other exception of her eyes, wide as saucers as she watched her luscious naked body being befouled. It had to be a dream, she told herself, some insane nightmare from which she'd wake up momentarily as clean and sweet as the day she was born. But the dream didn't end. It went on and on, for the boys could seemingly pee just as long as they could fuck. Their streams of yellow diminished extremely slowly while Carolyn sat there squealing, unmoving, until the quartet were all standing around her shaking the last few drops from their nasty little organs and grinning smugly through the mouth holes of their masks, and then at last she could move.
And move she did. "EEEEEE-E-E-EEEEK! HELP ME, I'VE BEEN RAPED. EE-E-EK!" she shrieked, on her feet now and sending the boys scattering from the sheer force of her bellowings, plunging blindly about through the clearing in the forest, crashing through the trees, and bursting suddenly out into the playground area where all the rest of the students were gathered, all of them looking at her defiled nudity with large grins on their faces.