Chapter 4
Jane Palmer got her wish indeed, but, like the famous horror story of "The Monkey's Paw," she lived to wish that she had never got her wish. Her parents, the very first week school was out, took that long-deferred trip to Stockton to visit her mother's cousins, leaving Jane by herself. Her father, a stern-faced, angular man in his late forties, read her the riot act and told old Mrs. Dougall who lived next door to keep an eye on Jane and make sure no boys came over to the house.
"You call me long distance, Mrs. Dougall, if you see anything going on at our house that isn't just right," he said in front of his squirming and blushing daughter. "And you, young lady, if I get one bad report from Mrs. Dougall, I'll take you out to the woodshed and bend you over a barrel and decorate your rear end with enough stripes so you won't ever want to wear a dress with them on to remind you, just you remember that."
His grim humor didn't make Jane laugh, however, because she knew better than that. Only about six months before she got a severe tanning from him just because she made some remark that she thought very witty, and it had insulted her mother. Before she could even beg off, he had seized her by the earlobe, marched her out to the woodshed-yes, of all things in this day and age, the Palmer house boasted a woodshed in the back yard!-and there bent her over the barrel, pulled up her skirt and pulled her panties down and given her twenty-five good licks with a thin, flexible wooden lath, till she'd blubbered like a baby.
On Monday, the first day of school vacation, old, gossipy Mrs. Dougall noticed that Marva had come over to visit Jane. She knew Marva, and considered her a polite, nice girl. So far she wouldn't have anything to report to Jane's parents, the old woman thought to herself as she made her way back to the kitchen, after having peered through the window and drawn the curtain, one of her favorite attitudes on every day of her late declining years! It was really a shame, she thought. She personally thought that young people these days were uppity and plain disobedient, and a good licking from time to time, at least once a week, would do them a world of good. Yes, Mrs. Dougall thought, before Jane Palmer's parents got back, she would have something really juicy to report, something that would make them take that pretty girl out to the woodshed and pull down her panties and spank her good on her bare sit-me-down. The fact was that old Mrs. Dougall had once seen that very happening, when Jane's father had been so irritate that he hadn't bothered to notice that the woodshed door hadn't properly closed and that old Mrs. Dougall was out in her kitchen with a pair of high-powered binoculars pressed hard against her rheumy eyes, her lips mumbling, her body quivering with excitement as she watched Jane's squirming bottom under the smacking of the wooden stick.
On this same Monday afternoon, about four-thirty, "The Leather Lashers" were holding a special meeting in the shack east of Highway 101. Of the fourteen tough juveniles who were members of this leather-jacketed gang, only about seven were present, but the culprit about to be brought before their tribunal was hardly comforted by the fact that the other seven were missing on various errands or pleasures of their own.
She was Elaine Sandby, seventeen, with carroty-red hair in little spit curls all along the top of her forehead and a thick single braid falling just below her shoulder blades. She was a high school dropout, and for the past three months she had been reported missing by her ailing grandmother and her aunt, the only two persons left in the world to care for her after her mother and father had been killed in an automobile accident by a drunken college student on the wrong side of the road some four years ago. The family had been respectable, with a moderate income, and there was money enough left to provide for Elaine's education and even a sizable dowry when the time came for her to get married. They lived in LaMesa, ironically not far from where the Day tons lived. Elaine had come out of high school one afternoon about the middle of March and, sauntering homeward in her leisurely way and making certain the boys were ogling her as she walked with her books and notebook held snugly against one ripe, round tittie, had espied a leather-jacketed youth on a Honda cruising slowly down the boulevard and eyeing her with visible admiration written all over his lean, tanned, ruggedly virile face. A few minutes later, once well out of range of the schoolyard where snooping parents or fellow students might observe this and report to her aunt or her grandmother, Elaine and Davy Burg were talking animatedly.
For Elaine, it was like being courted. She had already discovered the secret joys of frigging and she had had several puppy love crushes on a number of the school's more notable young males, particularly the school's football tackle who owned his own Thunderbird and a large allowance which made him a big spender with any girl who took his imagine. It was because of him that Elaine was a virgin until she met Davy Burg, but she was all too eager to dispense with her virginity, a purely outward scruple and token protest, and give her pussy what she really needed. Her aunt and grandmother had had very little control over her since her parents' death, but they were too timid and idealistic to take matters into their own hands and give Elaine a stinging bare bottom spanking to snap her out of her adolescent daydream about boys and fucking.
So, capriciously, after about half an hour, Elaine giggled, nodded, and mounted on the back of Davy's Honda, her arms laced around his waist, her dimpled chin on his shoulder, her eyes sparkling with delight as he steered out of LaMesa and headed toward the gang's well hidden rendezvous and headquarters.
That night, Elaine was treated more roughly than she had expected, but the masculine attention forced upon her was, far from being odious or abhorrent, indescribably thrilling to the oversexed young redhead. Davy had introduced her to the rest of the gang as his "mama" but of course the rule was that all new "bimbos," which was the term given by the gang to female recruits, had to be initiated to show from the very outset their willingness to accept the domination of their male overlords. Elaine was therefore a little taken aback when she was ordered to strip down to her bobby-socks and loafers, lie down on the wooden floor of the shack and accept three males, one after the other, because she was exceptionally attractive and also innately passionate, after the first fucking which took her cherry, and which made her cry a little, she adapted herself enthusiastically. The other girls insisted she go through the mill, but the head of the Leather Lashers allowed them little fun with Elaine, in view of her cooperation and willing spirit.
Nonetheless, she did have to crawl on all fours through a rank of about ten girls (only six of whom were definitely ranked as "mamas" and stayed permanently with their male partners) and was vigorously belted and spanked.
However, this punishment "turned her on," so that Davy found her at the conclusion of the initiation so lustfully eager to fuck that even he, virile though he was, had a hard time satisfying her panting, clawing embraces.
But this afternoon, Elaine Sandby had fallen out of favor with Davy. He had caught her cuddling up to one of the other members, who already had his "mama." As was his right, he demanded a showdown before the tribunal, and that was what was taking place here and now.
Only three of the girls were on hand, they being Jennie Phelps, Elsie Ainsley-the gang's best oral-sex high-priestess-and of course mature Marge Drummond who, at twenty-nine had begun a new life with "Big Ed" Dalton. The moronic and sadistic leader of the Leather Lashers had grudgingly to admit that although he could have his pick of young pussy wherever and whenever he wanted it, Marge could still fuck with the best of them.
Elaine was plainly scared as she stood in front of the couch where the leather-jacketed toughs sprawled, all seven of them smirking at her and greedily looking her up and down. She still wore bobby socks, loafers, blue jeans and a tattered, dirty white house which had once been pure silk and expensive, but now looked like a rag. She was about five feet six inches in height, and her bubbies threatened to burst out of the blouse at any moment. They were big and round, closely spaced, with the nipples clearly outlined by the cling of the blouse and the skimpy white nylon bra beneath it. Her bottom, by contrast, was almost boyish. Two resilient ovals with a very sinuous narrow crease between them, and her long, slim, nervously muscled thighs and high-set calves made her exceptionally provocative. Her skin had that pale milky tint with rosy flecks so typical of a redhead, and her face was freckled. Her dark-blue eyes were blurred with tears now and her small but extremely ripe mouth was trembling as she waited to hear the charges brought against her, and then the verdict of her peers.
The tribunal was exactly that: three of the top men of the gang, "Bid Ed" himself as titular head; Buck, the very one whose talking to Marva had caused the pretty teenager to be humiliated and spanked by her aunt; and Ken, whose girlfriend, Elsie, was also present. The aggrieved Leather Lasher, Davy, stood at Elaine's right, since he was her accuser.
"All right now, let's get with the case," Big Ed growled. "Davy, you say this bitch was pussy rubbing up against Hank Morriston, when she knows he's already got Ruth Summers as his mama?"
"That's right, Big Ed," Davy said, glancing around at the others with a leer on his swarthy face. Long hours of riding his motorbike in the hot California sun, hours at the beach in the sun, had made him look like a Chicano, though his forbearers were stolid Bavarians from the wheat fields of Germany, long before the mad painter of Munich decided to change the face of the globe to his own image and-likeness.
"I seen this bitch myself. She practically had her blouse open so her tits stuck out, and she was rubbin' herself Ike a cat up against Hank. Course, he didn't pay her no mind, cause he don't like her type, and anyhow, he knows she's my bitch. 'Sides which, his mama was right there takin' it all in. I don't know what got into Laney, but she just asked for trouble. Anyhow, she's been grippin' about a lotta things. Such as, she don't like this crummy place, she says, and she tinks we ought to cut out the rough stuff and pullin' trains and all that sort of hog-wash. Bullshit to that, that's what I say! Hell, what's the fun of bein' a motorbikist if you can't go down on a broad and watch her figure how many more she's gotta take before she's done fuckin'? "
The three youths at the table grinned understandingly. Davy had more than proved his mettle by beating up a white-haired grocery store owner in Encino, robbing the till of sixty dollars and generously giving it to "Big Ed" to buy a new accessory for his motorbike-a tactical coup which had put him in high favor with the gang leader.
"All right, bitch," Ed growled, "Whatcha gotta say to Davy's spiel? Didja wanna fuck Hank or not?"
"Sure I did! Can't a girl pick the guy she wants to fuck her?" Elaine was, in spite of her inward terror, straightening her shoulders to face the sadistic and moronic gang leader defiantly. "I came along with Davy cause I wanted to. Can't a girl change her mind? Hell, Big Ed, you screw anybody you want to and nobody tells you what you can or can't do. Why can't a broad have the same rights?"
" 'Cause she's a broad and a dumb bitch, that's why," he snarled. "You sur do need a lesson. Davy's right. All right, you guys," turning to Ken and Buck, "whadda ya sy?" Guilty as shit," Ken jeered.
"Second the motion," Buck grinned and winked at Davy, who returned the wink. It would be diversion for all of them. They hadn't "pulled a train" now in ten days and all of them were hot for pussy. Besides, she would get herself fantailed but good, and fantailing a hot broad like Laney would mean extra-hot pussy for the fucking.
"You heard it," the gang leader glowered at the now trembling redhead. "It's the sentence of this here court that you, Laney Sandby, git tied up, licked and marked so you don't never forgit whose mama you are. Then you do down for a train, a double train, bitch. Maybe you won't be so fresh when you talk to Big Ed Dal-ton next time you're up for trying to peddle that hot snatch of yours all around the joint." With this, he turned towards Jennie, Elsie, and Marge! "Peel her raw and tie her up like we said we wuz gonna do."
"No-no-don't! Look, I-I'm sorry-Davy, I'll make it up to you-it was just for fun that one time. Hell, I don't yell when you fuck another broad, do I? Please-please don't let them-I don't wanna be marked!" Elaine now totally lost her courage and began to cry, backing away, here eyes enormous, her fists clenched as if in self-defense. But the three mamas, headed by mature Marge, had seized her and, working swiftly, ripped off all her clothes until she was as naked as the day she was born.
"Wait!" the gang leader held up his hand and rose from the table. "I just changed my mind. Hey, Buck, how would you like to try out that new spiked-ball harness I picked up in San Diego at that leather-goods place, you know-the one run by that busty dyke. Hell, she acted like she was sorry to sell it, maybe because she wanted to use it on one of her own little femmes. Let's see if it will work."
"Sounds great! Let's have Marge put it on the bitch," Buck sniggered.
"Whadda ya gonna do? Oh please, whadda ya gonna do?" Elaine wailed, struggling ineffectually as Elsie and Jennie held her wrists and forced her to face the tribunal. The three youths gazed greedily at her magnificently white skinned body, the thick red-gold curls of her cunt making the skin whiter yet, the shallow, wide love-trough of her bellybutton and the pert dark coral nipples of her panting, superbly full and mature titties, which belied her teenaged youth.
"You'll see sweetie," Marge grinned crookedly. In jeans and blouse and calf-length black boots, with the legs of the jeans rolled up and tucked just inside the tops of the boots, she was a dominant butch in appearance, and Big Ed felt his prick tighten at the sight of her. He'd save some of his spunk for Marge, all right, after he'd had his innings with Laney's sizzling little twat.
Marge hurried into one of the bedrooms of this abandoned shack, opened a dresser drawer (the dresser had been stolen out of an antique shop in Redondo Beach about a month ago) and came back with a curious disciplinary device. It was used during the Middle Ages to improve the posture and the gait of recalcitrant young women. It was a leather harness which locked around the waist and then through the legs, the strap gusseting the cunt, and despite its two-and-a-half inch width, squeezing into the narrow groove between the ass-cheeks. From this gusseting strap, there dangled a short brass chain about six inches long, at the end of which was a metal ball studded with small needles. The purpose of this was that if the wearer were to take any but the shortest, most careful steps, the ball would swing and brush against her inner thighs, pricking them cruelly. It could be worn under a dress, but now, of course, Elaine would wear it bare-skinned, and thus be all the more vulnerable to its painful pricking. Moreover, it had the effect of distending her boyishly compact as-cheeks and giving her the sensation that the tender groove of the perineum was being split apart, just as if a male prick were about to lodge in it.
She fought frantically, but Jennie and Elsie were able to hold her, as Marge now approached, crouched behind the sobbing redhead and deftly applied the harness.
"There, bitch!" the busty blonde ex-waitress jeered as she rose and applied a stinging slap with her open palm to Elaine's satiny right asscheek, "Now you'd really win a prize in a costume ball, you would for fair!"
The members of the Leather Lashers had shown their mechanical ingenuity by fixing an iron ring into the ceiling, and from it dangled a pair of handcuffs. The chain was adjustable, and Marge stepped on a footstool and pulled the dangling handcuffs down, while Jennie and Elsie continued to hold her by the wrists. Swiftly Marge reached out and drew Elaine's wrists to her and snapped the handcuffs around them, adjusted the chain again so the unfortunate naked young redhead was standing on tiptoes.
Frenzied, her eyes glazed, she stared down at herself and at the hideous menace of the ball which swayed between her naked legs. Out of self-protection she had been obliged to straddle her thighs, not only to admit the width of the gusseting strap, but to prevent the banging of the ball against her naked skin.
"Oh don't-what are you gonna go and dooh, it's awful-please, Davy, if you like me any-please don't let them!" she wailed.
Davy zipped down the fly of his corduroy trousers to bare his stalwart young prick. "Betcher twat ain't itchin' so much now, sister," he mocked her as he approached. Reaching out, he took hold of both nipples with his thumbs and forefingers and pinched them cruelly.
Elaine threw back her head and emitted a piercing scream, but she forgot about the ball, and as she shook and twisted in vain, it struck suddenly against first the left inner thigh, then the right, and the bright pink marks of the needles showed at once on the tender skin.
"Oww-ooohhhh!! Oh, it hurts-it hurts! Take it off me, please!" she wailed piteously.
"Let's see you three mamas lace into that big ass of hers, but don't stop there," Big Ed ordered.
The girls were nothing loath, and Jennie and Elsie at once picked up wooden laths, while Marge gripped a leather-covered oval-shaped paddle which had been purchased at the same leather goods shop from which the punishment harness had come. She took her place behind the sobbing redhead and at the latter's left, tapped Elaine's left ass-cheek, then delivered a formidable, lusty spank which made the dangling captive lunge forward in pain. Elsie and Jennie had stationed themselves facing her and at each side, but in a way that would not impair the view for the three leather-jacketed males who had formed this tribunal of sentence and execution. Each of them now applied her lath to poor Elaine's titties and belly, Jennie attacking the big, firm titties, while Elsie's flexible, stinging lath flattened against the smooth belly right over the navel. The helpless captive jerked at her wrists, teetering on her toes, and the ball swung back and forth, bumping her lower inner thighs over and over. The prick of the needles was new agony for her, but even now Marge was applying a solid swat on the redhead's right ass-cheek. The bright red splotch left by the paddle's spank stood out blazingly, and the bottom itself seemed to be the more obscenely presented because of the brown, glossy leather strap which pulled up between the globes and almost forced them apart so it might adhere to the crease, which, of course, because of its width was impossible. Yet for the unfortunate victim it was Very nearly akin, for the pressures against both cunt and asshole-crease had now become intolerable.
Jennie and Elsie amused themselves spanking Elaine's naked thighs and belly, but every so often each would reach out and spank one of the jiggling bubbies, reaching up to hit the under curve or right over the nipple, mashing it down so that it would spring back, puffed and dark with the blood drawn to its erogenous surface. Her head tilting back, mouth gaping, tears running down the red, congested face, the teenaged sufferer wailed helplessly for mercy, swearing she would not so much as even look at another Leather Lasher, begging Dave to let her off just this once, swearing she would make it up to him and be so good in bed if only he would have them stop.
But the seven youths in that room were demon-driven now by the ferocious rut which made them comrades under the skin and under their leather jackets, which were the mark of their superiority and violence. All of them had liked this pretty, amiable, if insatiable sexually red-head, but now they saw only a tempting naked body, postured in the most obscene way, enduring torture, suffering and ignominiously pleading with them to be spared. That only excited their rutting lusts the more.
Marge kept up a steady tattoo with the paddle, alternating on the cheeks, the swats extending from the tops of Elaine's naked hips to her thighs, covering them with angry, bright-red blotches. The ball continued to swing inexorably, sometimes bumping each leg several times in Elaine's frantic contortions as she stood on tiptoe and yanked at her handcuffed wrists in a desperate attempt to free herself.
After about ten minutes of this atrocious triple-whipping, Big Ed raised his hand and growled, "That'll do. We don't want to kill the bitch. She's gotta pull a train for us now. Okay, Marge baby, get that harness off and take her into one of the bedrooms and spread-eagle her good."
"Should I put the gag in, Big Ed?" Marge eagerly suggested.
"Naw. She's gonna use her mouth to blow us guys, you dumb bitch," her lover snarled.
Marge flushed, lowered her eyes and nodded. She was used to verbal as well as physical abuse, and her own masochistic nature thrived on the domination and viciously virile sex which this moronic gang leader could give her. If he had ordered her to do so at the very moment, she would have gone down on her knees and sucked every boy's cock and then every girl's cunt without thinking twice of begging off.
Jennie, Elsie and Marge now unbuckled the punishment harness from the whimpering, staggering victim, who was lowered to her knees. The handcuffs were removed, and the three "mamas" seized her by the wrists and dragged her out of the living room and flung her down on the widest cot the gang members had been able to steal for the furnishing of their headquarters. They dragged her wrists to the head of the cot and Marge used the handcuffs to shackle the unfortunate, sobbing girl's wrists to the heavy metal rail, while Jennie took two heavy strands of rope, tied one around each of the moaning victim's ankles, made them fast to the foot of the cot.
By now the three males had entered, none of them having bothered stripping naked for their cohesion with this pale-white skinned body which writhed and shuddered before them, her thighs yawned apart and her chafed pussylips twitching visibly. It was sufficient that they had unzipped their flies and drawn out their pricks, all swollen with anticipation at this "train." Davy, by rights of possession of this delinquent "mama" had the right to fuck her first, but in a burst of generosity, he raised his hand and said, "Naw. You go on first, Big Ed. You're the head of the gang. You've got first rights at everything."
"You're a good prick Davy," the gang leader chuckled as he approached the cot. He flung himself down on it. Elaine twisted her face to one side, and when his stiff cock viciously probed between the gaping pinks of her pussy, she uttered a strident cry. The chafing friction of that punishment strap had irritated the mucous membrane, so the slightest pressure was excruciating pain for her.
But that was only part of her punishment, and "Big Ed" gloatingly forced himself to the hilt, then squeezing her swollen, discolored titties, began to fuck her violently. It didn't take him long and after him came Buck, then Ken, then the three other males, then Davy himself. By then, even the insatiability of the seventeen-year-old Lolita had waned. Pain had dominated her and her pussy was chafed and swollen-looking, driblets of whitish spunk glistening on the labia as well as on the blankets of the cot. She was sobbing and begging for a drink of water or a cigarette.
"Next time, you crummy whore, you won't go rubbing your twat against any other tanner but me, get me, bitch?" Davy growled as he leaned over the cot and slapped her tearstained cheeks repeatedly, rocking her head from side to side again and again.
"Oh! Boohoo-oh please stop-oh Davy, please don't be so awful to me-I'll do anything you want-please, Davy, I still want you best of all, honest-oh, please don't hurt me any more!"
"Shit on that!" Davy snarled as he hoisted himself into her saddle. His hands prodded under her, forcing her to lift her buttocks painfully from the cot. His fingers dug into her swollen flesh, and Elaine shrieked with agony as he crammed his prick into her chafed cunt and began to fuck her slowly with deep, deliberate digs that merged their pubic hairs together.
He worked over her as long as he could, purposely holding back, then suddenly thrust viciously to the balls and burst inside of her. As quickly as he had spurted, he staggered to his feet, then walking to the head of the cot, twisted her hair in his fingers and rubbed his cock dry, then spat into her face.
"I don't go for cheatin' bitches," he told her contemptuously. "Big Ed is our head boss, and he's here, and I'm saying in front of him and the rest of the gang, I'm done with you, you cheap twat. I'm gonna get me another mama, watch and see if I don't. If you want to stay in this gang, you've gotta start bein' a deb all over again."
Elaine sobbed disconsolately. That was the unkindest cut of all, for being a "deb" meant that she would become a neophyte again, obliged to obey all the other girls, under pain of being whipped or tortured, or given over to the gang for a "train," or even given over to other gangs whenever a trade or advantage was sought.
Davy didn't know it, but his next "mama" was even now chatting gaily with lovely Marva Dayton in the former's home. As for Marva herself, the spanking she had got from her Aunt Edna would seem a tender love tap compared with what awaited her lovely virgin ass in the not too very distant future!