Chapter 7
"Do you love me?" Nick asked her.
Carol snuggled in the warmth of his arms.
"Yes," she said. "I love you."
"And you'll do anything I say?"
"Yes," she said. "Haven't I done anything you say? Anything at all?"
"Almost," he said. "But I don't know for sure. I don't really know that you'll do anything I say."
Carol sat up in bed. She wondered what he was talking about. They had been in the cabin for two days and she had given up all thought of escape. She really didn't love him and she knew he knew that. But she loved his cock and the way he treated her. She loved being his whore!
"You know better than that," Carol said. "You know that I'll do anything you ask."
"I'm going to make you prove that," he said.
"How?"
"You'll see," he said. "But I'm going to make you prove it."
Nick had been thinking about his next step for a while. Usually this would be the time he would take the girls home and they would make a permanent fixture on his arm for as long as he wanted.
But Carol was different. Carol was a fabulous lay and she did seem willing to do anything he said. There was a possibility that he could prove himself master of the Satans forever and remove any doubt from anyone's mind. All he had to do was get Carol to go along with it.
Of course his Satans always ended up fucking the girls he was with, but it was never this early and it was never really because the girls wanted to. Twice it had been close to rape and Tommy told him Debbie had come very close to it.
If only he could make Carol agree, of her own will, that she would take on the Satans. Not just two or three, but all nine of them. If he could only get Carol to do that.
Carol watched his face. She knew he was going to ask her something really wild. She wondered if she would be able to refuse him. It was becoming very hard to refuse him anything. She hadn't yet, but she hoped she had the courage to refuse him any awful thing.
"What do you want me to do?" Carol asked.
Nick decided he might as well try it. Carol had been the most receptive of his girls, and perhaps she would be willing to do it.
"I have nine friends," Nick said. "I want you to make them happy."
"Make them happy?" At first Carol didn't understand because the thought was so foreign to her. She had never even thought of doing it with anyone but Nick. In fact, she had fashioned love in her mind. Nick and she would get married. There would be questions at first but people would finally understand that it was love. They would get a little house and have plenty of children and she would dedicate her life to making Nick happy. That was how her dream went but Nick popped it with his idea.
Make nine friends happy. How could she make nine friends happy? Then she understood and her face went a pale white and she started trembling.
"Oh my God, no!" she said. "You can't be asking me to do anything like this!"
"But I am," he said. "I'm not going to force you, you know. It's your decision. I wanted you to do it for me."
"Well I won't," she said firmly.
"Okay," Nick shrugged.
Nick was unhappy but he hadn't really expected her to go along with the idea. She had been receptive but not that receptive. He looked at her white face and he knew that he had lost her. She was shocked by his idea. Too shocked. Perhaps she was realizing what she had been doing for the past few days.
"I want you to take me home," Carol said.
Carol was beginning to come to her senses. She realized that if Nick hadn't asked her to do this she would have probably ended up like a lot of other girls on Nick's string. He would have used her and dropped her like he'd done so many others.
In a way, Carol was thankful that he had asked her to do that thing. It had brought her back to her senses. She wouldn't have wanted to spend the rest of her life with Nick. She really did hate him.
"I want you to take me home," Carol said again.
"Okay," Nick said. "But it was fun while it lasted."
"Yes," Carol admitted. "It was. But now it's over."
Nick didn't argue. He knew when it was done. He could fuck her again but it would do no good. Carol had drawn on an inner strength that he couldn't command. She was Carol Baker again, the snobbish girl who practically ran the school. She was no longer his slave.
"I'm going to get cleaned up," Carol said. "Then I'll be ready to go."
Nick nodded as Carol went into the shower and turned the hot water on. Nick was only partly right. Carol would never again be his slave, but she would never be the same girl either.
She had been taken by a man who had used her and she had enjoyed it. She would never again tease anyone. She knew that she would be easy pickings for almost anything that wore pants and she knew she would like herself better that way.
She stepped under the steaming hot shower. She thought about the new Carol as she washed herself clean. The new Carol would never again tease boys. The new Carol would never again act snobbish toward any other girls. Perhaps she could even help some of Nick's victims, those other girls who had been brought to this cabin.
She could be friends with them. Probably they would need a good friend after the way they had been treated.
Carol finished her shower and turned the water off. She got out and dried herself off. She wished she had something else to put on besides the stupid-looking cheerleading outfit but it wouldn't look good coming home in any other clothes.
The way things were, she was going to have a hard time explaining things to her parents.
She had already decided to tell them that she had been picked up by some boys for a prank, and then left out beyond town. She had been tied to a tree for a day but she had broken loose and came back. It was a good story. She was sure her parents would believe it.
She dressed hurriedly and went outside. Nick was dressed and he was running a comb through his thick black hair.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"I'm ready," he said. "Come on."
They went out to the car in silence. Carol took one last look at the cabin. She was thankful to be leaving but she was also thankful for the things she'd learned in that cabin. Now she would be a better sort of girl. Rape wasn't so bad.
"I'm sorry," Nick said.
Carol turned to look at him.
She wondered what he was sorry for and then she realized that he was sorry that he had asked her to go with the nine boys who were his friends. She knew he thought he had lost something but the truth had been that Carol had already been getting tired of him. She was ready for a new boy, or at least that's what she kept telling herself.
"You ruined it," she said. "You probably could have kept me on a string for a while but you ruined it."
"I know," he grinned. "I'm a dumb bastard."
"Yes," she said. "You are." She touched his cheek softly. "You're not really such a bad boy for such a bastard," she said.
Carol saw them first. She saw the car coming very fast up the dirt road in a swirl of smoke. She heard a boy give a loud rebel yell. Then more cars were coming. She looked suspiciously at Nick.
"You called them," she accused.
"No," he said. "How could I? There's no phone out here. I couldn't have."
"Well send them away," she said.
She knew they were the Satans. She saw the bright red jackets as they piled out of the cars. It was the entire gang. Tommy led them toward Nick and Carol.
"Hi, Nick," Tommy said. "We thought we'd come up and join you."
"You're not welcome," Nick said. "Get your ass off this property. When I want you I call."
Tommy looked down and shuffled his feet. He acted nervous. Carol looked around at the faces of the boys. She recognized the names of some of them. Bobby Cooper. Dale Coffer. Tommy, of course. Ben Wade. Others she recognized vaguely.
"Didn't you hear what I said?" Nick asked.
"We heard yon," Ben Wade said. "But it ain't that way anymore."
"What way?" Nick asked.
"The way you want," Ben said. "We took a vote."
"A vote?" Nick asked. "What the hell are you talking about?" Tommy raised his head.
"Just what Ben said," Tommy explained. "We took a new vote. You ain't the leader no more. I am."
"You?" Nick asked incredulously. "You're the leader? I think I'm going to be sick."
"I'm the leader," Tommy's voice got hard. "And we also decided that you shouldn't be up here having all the fun. We decided we'd have some too."
Nick understood and his blood got cold. The thought of having Carol had been too much for his loyal band. They had waited for her too long, and they had wanted her as badly as Nick.
They couldn't stay down in town when they knew what was going on in the remote cabin.
"We want some too," Ben said.
"Run," Nick shouted to Carol, giving her shoulder a push. He had asked her to fuck his nine friends but now he knew he would have never gone through with it. Something had also happened to him in the cabin. He couldn't understand it but he didn't want Carol at the mercy of his friends.
"Stop her," Ben shouted.
Carol ran. Faster than she had ever run. She looked over her shoulder and saw that Nick had thrown himself into Tommy and Ben. Nick was a wildcat. He threw a punch that brought blood to Tommy's nose. He kicked Ben in the balls. There was a grunt of pain as Tommy kicked him in the knee.
Carol didn't look to see anymore. She kept running. She made the woods and she hoped that the trees would hide her well enough. If only Nick gave her enough time. But there had been too many of them for she heard someone coming into the woods after her.
"There she is," a boy shouted.
She recognized the voice. James somebody. She couldn't remember the last name but she remembered the soft blond hair and gentle blue eyes of the boy who was one of the smallest of the Satans.
He might show her pity.
She heard him coming closer and she changed her path. It was a mistake. He cut her off in a few minutes and his hand went around her waist.
She fought him. She kicked and bit, but for such a gentle-looking boy he was surprisingly strong. He forced her to the ground and he straddled her. He held her arms down. She tried to bite his knee, but he moved it out of the way.
"Stop fighting," he commanded. "Stop, or I'll hurt you!"
She spat at him and he ducked. Her spittle struck him on the cheek. It made him mad. He lifted one hand and slapped her face.
When he lifted his arm, it freed hers. She slapped him hard across the cheek and then dug her sharp fingernails into his face. He screamed in rage and both his hands covered his face.
She brought a knee up and kicked him as hard as she could. She wasn't able to strike a tender spot but she was able to get him off her. She was almost free. She started to run again but he grabbed her foot. He shouldn't have. She was frightened and hurt and she slammed out at him with her other foot. He screamed again as her shoe struck him in the face. He released her foot.
But he had given the others time to catch up. Tommy was the first one there and he grabbed her arm. She tried to jerk away.
"Stop fighting," he said. "We're going to fuck you, so just give it up."
He was too strong. She tried to kick and he. pushed her off balance. She went down hard on her butt and then James was there again. He was bleeding badly from his face where her fingernails had torn a gash. He was also bleeding under his eye where her shoe had struck him.
"Bitch!" he screamed.
He kicked her in the side before Tommy could get to him. There was nothing gentle about James now. He was killing mad. Tommy wrapped a strong arm around his neck and pulled him off her.
"Stop it, goddamn it," Tommy said. "I know you hurt but we can't afford to mark her up."
"I'll kill her," James screamed. "I'll kill that stupid bitch!"
Carol realized she could run again but she was only up to her knees before she was completely surrounded by Satans. There was no place she could go. James seemed to quiet down when he saw that Tommy wasn't going to allow him to get near her.
"Bitch," he said.
Carol looked around at the faces that surrounded her. There was no mercy there. None of them had even a little kindness in their eyes. They were all ready to fuck and nothing was going to stop them from having their lustful way.
"Please," Carol begged them. "Please don't hurt me. Please let me go. Please."
"Hear that," James said softly. "Hear the bitch beg. Hear her beg for mercy. Well this is the only mercy you'll get from us!"
James unzipped his trousers and let his limp cock hang out. She tried to turn her head away in disgust but James caught a handful of her hair and turned her head back to him. She shut her eyes tightly.
"Open your eyes, bitch," James said. "Open your eyes and look at what mercy you're going to get."
He kept pulling at her hair until she opened her eyes. She had no choice. The strength of his hand caused her almost to black out from the pain. His limp cock dangled inches from her eyes.
"I'm going to show you mercy," he said. "I'm going to cram my prick right in your twat. That's mercy."
"That's enough," Tommy said. "Let's take her back to the house."
Tommy released her. She moved her head from side to side without taking her eyes off James. She was frightened of him. She was sorry that she'd hurt him. He might have been the only one she could have expected mercy from.
"Get up," James said.
James stuffed his prick back into his trousers and helped her roughly to her feet. He pushed her along as they walked back up to the house. She saw Nick first and she felt a little sick. He was leaning against his car being sick. They had worked him over pretty good. Blood was streaming from the cuts on his face.
"Oh Nick!" she gasped.
"See that," James said. "That's the way you'll look if you fight anymore."
She had no doubt that what he said was true. All the boys were hot for her body and they wouldn't take no for an answer. Any more resistance on her part would be futile and would probably get her hurt worse than Nick.
James pushed her into the cabin.
"The bedroom," James rasped. "You know where it is."
The boys laughed. She knew they were aware of what had been going on at the cabin. Nick probably brought all of his girls up here and talked about it afterwards. They would know that she had already been fucked. Perhaps they had chosen their time to arrive carefully so as to make sure that Nick had already finished with her.
She entered the bedroom and she felt James' hand go up under her skirt to caress her full buttocks. She was disgusted but she was afraid to move away from him. He fondled her openly and the other boys crowded into the bedroom to watch.
"Nice ass," James said. "I like a gal with a big ass. I hope you can move it. Did Nick teach you how to move your ass good?"
She didn't answer.
James struck her hard in the small of her back. A spasm of pain shot through her body. She went down to her knees. She looked for Tommy to step in to stop it but Tommy made no motion to help. James grabbed her hair and tilted her head backwards.
"Answer me, bitch," he commanded.
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, he taught me," Carol said. Then she had to finish because she knew what he wanted. "Yes, he taught me to move my ass good."
James released her head but then his hand shot down the front of her blouse to cup her breast. She had worn a bra but that didn't stop him. He slid his hand into the tight confines of her bra.
"She's got a pair of them," he said. "A real pair of tits."
"Let me feel," Tommy said.
He pushed James away and Tommy's hand went down the front of her blouse. Tommy had a pudgy hand that made her flesh crawl. Still she didn't move as he fondled her tit.
"God," he said. "I knew they had to be real the way they bounced around. Feel them sweet tits."
He jerked his hand out and grabbed her blouse at the top. He ripped it down. She had no time to think as his hands went behind her back and unsnapped her bra. She lifted her arms as he pulled it off her.
"Jesus Christ," Dale gasped.
"Shit," Tommy said. "Would you look at them titties? I bet they're the biggest we've seen yet."
"Yeah," James agreed. "I'd like to get her and her sister together. Wouldn't you like to have both them blonde heads going at your prick?"
"Hell yes," Tommy said. "I get hard just thinking about it."
Tommy was hard. She watched him open his trousers and jerk down his shorts. His big dick flopped out. He was not hard but it was stiffening.
"Look what you do to me, baby," he said. "Wrap your fingers around it."
She didn't want to be hurt anymore and she was quick to do as he asked. She laced her fingers around his hot cock and she felt him start to grow in her hand. He put his big hand over hers and directed her movements.
"That's it," he said. "Make me big and hard so that I can fuck you good!"
She established a rhythm that made his cock grow to hardness. He pushed her hand away and bent over her. She thought he wanted her to take him in her mouth but he didn't. He put his cock in the valley between her titties.
"Hold your tits together," he said. "I'm going to fuck you this way."
She was on her back and he straddled her. She pushed her twin peaks together as he started sliding his cock in and out of the pocket created by holding her mounds together.
"Shit," he said. "This feels good. I always wanted to try it this way!"
He was hurting her as he fucked her so violently between her tits. She said nothing. She only tried to hold them together tighter so that it wouldn't take him as long.
"Shit!" he cried. "Use your tongue. Every time I get close use your tongue!"
She understood immediately. She tilted her head down and every time his cock appeared between her snowy titties she touched him with her tongue. She knew he was going to come that way but she thought that she could stand it. Nick had come into her face and she had been able to take that.
"Ahhhhh," he moaned. "Ahhhhshitttt!"
He came in a white flood of jism that struck her cheeks and eyes. Cum ran down her face and in the space between her tits. It was sticky, hot and uncomfortable but she knew she wasn't going to get time to wash it off.
"Jesus," James said. "I'm hot. I've got to have some."
James was pushing Tommy out of the way almost before he was done. James lifted her to her feet and pushed her toward the bed.
"Get the rest off," he said. "I want to get my prick in your hot box. Get ready for a real fucking, bitch."
She unzipped her skirt and slid it down, aware that the boys were also undressing. Their eyes never left her as she peeled her panties down her legs. She had a sudden feeling of shyness but she fought it. It would be stupid to try to cover herself up when they were all going to fuck her in the next few minutes.
"On the bed," James said.
She was pushed head first onto the bed. James gave her time to get adjusted and then he came down on top of her. She felt his hard prick at the entrance to her cunt. She was frightened and she was dry. She knew it would hurt.
"Please don't," she said.
"Shut the fuck up," he said.
He pushed her legs farther apart and placed his bloated knob against her pussy lips. He swiveled his hips as he forced the head into her tight, dry cunt. He pushed and groaned as his long shaft slowly disappeared into her cunt.
"How is she?" Tommy asked.
"Tight as a mother-fucker," James said. "Tight and hot. I thought Nick had her loosened up."
"Maybe she's one of the gooder ones," Ben said.
His language seemed to strike the rest of the boys as humorous. They were laughing loudly as they gathered around the bed. Carol couldn't help but stare at the assorted sizes of the boys' cocks. Some of the cocks were erect, others only partly erect, but all of the boys looked as if they were ready to jump her.
"Please," she whimpered.
"Please, shit," James groaned.
He pushed again and his hard shaft tore into her dry cunt. He was completely inside and he groaned loudly. Sweat was dripping off his body. He had her tits mashed completely flat with his hard chest.
"The bitch is tight," he moaned. "She's fucking tight. Sweet fucking pussy!"
"Oh don't," she moaned, but he was starting to drive his hard cock into her rapidly. She felt his excitement in the way his dick pressed her cunt walls. She closed her eyes. At least he would be done quickly. And then the others. She shuddered. It was going to kill her to take on all of them.
"Gawddddd!" James cried.
She felt his prick tremble and then she felt his wet, hot cum filling her up. She moved against his cock until he quit spurting.
"Sweet," he moaned. "Dear God, it's sweet!"
"Give someone else a chance," Ben said. "like me."
"Oh please," Carol begged them. "No more. Please, no more!"
"I told you to shut the fuck up," James said.
James was taking his now limp cock out but there was another hard cock to take his place. She was hurt as Ben slammed his big rod into her.
"Hey, Ben," James said. "She's feeling that. She's feeling your cock."
"Shit, yeah!" Ben said. "I'm going to make a woman out of her."
She wanted to fight the feelings that were growing in her but she couldn't. Ben had a good cock and he knew how to use it. His hands went underneath her bottom and she felt his thumb playing around her asshole.
"Stop that," she begged, but he was already causing her pussy to grow juicy.
"Now she's getting it," Ben moaned. "Now she's acting like she-likes to fuck."
He was right about that. Carol gave herself totally to him. She kept telling herself that she was a whore, the cheapest kind of whore who loved a cock like Ben's big one. But she couldn't help herself. Spasms of delight went through her body making her tremble. She raised her hips, trying to draw his hard cock deeper into her cunt.
"Oh fuck me!" she begged him. "Fill my cunt with your hot cum. Fill my cunt. Ah fuck! Shit! Fuck!"
She was going out of her mind. She lifted her ass off the bed and practically threw herself onto his thick cock. He let out a yell of surprise.
"Hell, she's going crazy," Ben said. "She's going fuck crazy. Ann God, she's killing me!"
Carol wanted more and more of that thick beautiful cock up her cunt. More of that thick rod tearing her to pieces. She wanted him to come. She wanted to make his thick cum fill her hungry pussy.
"Come on," she begged him. "Come into me.
Fill me with your sweet cum! Fill me!"
Ben was not to be hurried. He knew what to do with his cock and he continued to fuck her with a slow, steady rhythm.
"Hurry up, goddamn it," one boy said. "Hurry up, I'm feeling horny."
She gave him another twist of her hips and this time she did hurry him. He was slamming it hard into her and she was seeing stars.
"Oh dear Jesusssss!" she moaned, as spasm after spasm of pure delight rocked her body. "Shit. I can feel you coming. I can feel your hot prick growing and I can feel it pouring into me! Oh God, give me all of it. Give me every drop!"
Dale wasn't waiting any longer. He didn't push Ben out of the way as the last of Ben's juice drained into her. Instead he grabbed her by the hair.
"Come on baby," he said. "You like cum. I can see that. Well, you like it so much, how about sucking it out of that? It's a big one. All the girls tell me!"
"Please, no," she begged him, but he was pressing his prick against her mouth. She closed her eyes and lifted her head and took the long shaft between her lips.
"That's it, sweet pussy," he said. "That's the way. Take that hot sausage in your mouth."
"Turn the bitch on her side," someone was saying. "Turn her over so two of us can get at her."
She didn't know what they wanted but she felt the hands tugging at her and she allowed them to turn her body. She felt her legs being pushed up and she realized someone else was getting ready to put his cock into her cunt.
"No," she said. "Please, not two of you!"
His prick had escaped from her mouth and Dale pushed it back at her again. She shuddered as a long, thick cock slammed into her cunt. She couldn't even see who was fucking her. Somehow that made it even worse.
He was behind her and he was allowing his cock to go halfway into her cunt before he jerked it out again. He was in very deep. She almost bit Dale's cock when he finally allowed his cock to sink into her cunt.
There was no way for her to move. She was impaled by the two cocks that were slamming into her. Dale had grabbed her head and now he was fucking her mouth. But it wasn't so awful. The awful part was that her cunt was hot and she was enjoying it.
"You're just a whore," she told herself. "A filthy, hot whore who loves cock. You love to suck them and to fuck them. You love to feel the hot cum in your pussy and to feel it in your mouth. You love to taste it. You even love to have it running in rivers down your face. You're just a hot whore!"
Her own thoughts shocked and shamed her but even more shameful was the way her body was responding. She was throwing herself back at the cock that slammed into her from the rear. She was sucking on Dale's cock like it was a peppermint stick. She heard him grown as she sucked him deep into her mouth.
"Ahhhhh God," he said. "She's got a deep throat. A deep, hot throat. Ahhhh God, I love to fuck her in the mouth. I want to send my seed down her throat. I want her to swallow my cum. Ahhhh Jesus!"
He spurted quickly in a thick gob of jism that filled her mouth. The boy in the rear was getting close too. So was she. She could feel her pussy growing hotter and hotter as she humped against the invading cock.
"Jesus Christ!" someone said. "She's going crazy."
She was no longer listening to voices or watching faces. The only thing she cared about was cock.
"OH GOD!" the boy behind her screamed.
She pressed herself against him as her own orgasm rocked her body. Thrills of delight went through her as she trembled against his prick. She felt his hot cum enter her and she kept moving against him, draining him dry.
"God," someone said. "I've got to have some of that!"
Somehow she had thought they would stop but then she remembered that there were nine of them. She prepared herself for it but nothing could help to get ready for what was about to happen.
She felt a boy at her ass and another pulling at her tits. The boy in front went into her cunt but the boy in her rear was picking another hole.
"Dear God," she moaned. "Not there. Please, not there!"
But it was too late. The boy's prick was forcing the entrance to her anus. His hard prick went past the entrance and into her ass. He felt as if he was in her bowels.
"Hot damn," someone said. "He's in her ass."
"Think I'll try that," someone else said.
She wanted to protest, but someone was grabbing her head and twisting it to an unnatural angle. Then someone's cock was sliding easily into her mouth. She was in pain but there was nothing she could do to prevent it.
She didn't like to think about what happened after that. They used her brutally and ruthlessly time after time. One boy would leave her ass and cunt and another would take his place. She didn't know how many times they came at her. She knew it was more than nine.
Each of them was taking another turn.
"You dirty bastards!" someone said. "You dirty, filthy bastards!"
She seemed to recognize the voice but it was far away. She opened her eyes and she saw James leaning over her.
"No," she pleaded. "Not again."
But James was not coming after her. He seemed to be ill. His face was white and he was puking. Then she saw another familiar face and a soft hand was on her face.
"Carol," a voice said. "Carol, do you hear me? It's Cindy. It's me, Cindy."
"Cindy," Carol said softly. "Cindy."
She wished .she could remember who Cindy was. All of this was like a dream. She drifted off to sleep. The last thing she heard was Cindy's soft sobbing.