Chapter 6
Buck and Davy skirted the residential area of LaMesa, and then, exchanging a wink between them, headed their motorbikes out to the highway which would lead them back to their well-hidden retreat in the deep ravine.
Marva and Jane at once protested. Marva, her arms wrapped around Buck's leather-jacketed chest, called out to him, "Hey, we didn't want to get out of town this way, now you take us right back home, do you hear me?"
"Just hold on tight, baby, you're gonna get a real hot ride, and you can take that anyway you like!" he called back exultantly.
On the other bike, bespectacled Jane was frantic at the sudden dramatic change of events which had taken place. "Davy," she explained tearfully, "you said it was only going to be a short ride. Now you take me right back home, because if I don't come back, that awful Mrs. Dougall will snitch to my parents."
"Well, then, baby," was his cynical answer, "since you're gonna git paddled anyway, you might jist as well have something really big to talk about. We're gonna" take a little run out to our pad, and then you and Ire gonna git real friendly, know what I mean, baby doll?"
Of course neither girl dared let go of her rider, and indeed the two youths stepped up their speed purposely just to prevent any such last-minute attempt to escape. They could already feel their cocks harden and throb with anticipation at the thought of what awaited them back at their own home base when lovely dark-brown-haired Marva and delicious black-haired Jane were faced with the agonizing reality of having to get ready for a gang initiation. Besides, they had no worry about being identified or their hiding place found out. At a given signal, both Buck and Davy would turn off the highway about five miles from the location of the abandoned old shack and blindfold their victims.
That was what they did about five minutes later, turning off onto a dirt road which led nowhere, stopping the bikes and getting off and then swiftly taking black bandana's from the back pockets of their corduroy trousers and tying them around Jane's and Marva's eyes. They let Jane take off her glasses, and she was crying now, really scared about what her folks would say when Mrs. Dougall reported that she had been missing from home for a couple of hours. It would, though she didn't know it, be a good deal longer than that before Jane saw the friendly confines of her own home again!
But when Marva indignantly told Buck that she was going to call the police, he slapped her across the face and growled, 'You just get any ideas like that out of your skull, bitch! First of all, you ain't gonna tell nobody nuttin' because you won't know where you are. So you know my name is Buck, and that's all you know. Me and Davy are gonna have a lot of fun with you little bitches, and you're gonna wind up liking it, you watch and see if you don't. Now I'll help you git back on my bike, and no tricks. Hold on tight, 'cause you can't see nuttin'. "
Thus, coerced, both terrified teenagers awkwardly remounted behind their captors, their arms tremblingly hugging the latter's waist, and once again the motorbikes were revved up, and then they headed out along the highway towards the rendezvous.
This particular afternoon, most of the gang members were out foraging for loot, food and cases of beer and money, hoping also to find some girl who. would be taken in by the glamour of their bikes and leather jackets and come along with them to the "pad" to furnish new pussy-pleasures for their insatiable pricks.
However, Hank Morriston, lanky, 17-year-old, brown-haired gang member and his "mama" sixteen-year-old yellow-haired Ruth Summers, Ken Torrance and his steady girl Elsie, were already at the hangout, and each young couple was engaged in their favorite sport . . . fucking. And so when Davy and Buck burst open the door of the old house and told the apprehensive Marva and Jane to get inside, they saw the two youths and their molls preoccupied in playing the game of the two-backed beast. They were not however, in the same position. Elsie, that insatiable nymph, was riding over Ken as he lay sprawled on an old quilt thrown on the living room floor, his organ out of his open corduroy trousers, while her jeans were snugged down around her knees to give him perfect access to her pussy. Ruth, rather plump and with a perennial smile, was on the old broken down couch, her knees high in the air and sprawled wide, wearing only play shorts and pullover sweater, and the shorts were unbuttoned to accommodate the virile tool of her boyfriend Ken who equally hadn't bothered to strip down.
"Hey, you lovebirds, time to rise and shine," Davy called with a snigger. "Hey Buck, lookit Elsie haul Ken's ashes for him. That little bimbo ought to have been born a man, she sure acts like one when she goes after cock, I'm telling you!"
"We wanna get out of here, we wanna go back home, you take us!" Jane sobbed.
"Oh, shut your trap, bitch," Davy disgustedly snarled. "You know damned well you've been itching to hustle a ride on our bikes, and now you've got one. Now you're gonna get another kind of ride you're gonna like even better."
With groans and sobs and gasps, the two teenaged couples now almost simultaneously announced the climax of their passionate fucking, and Elsie rolled off Ken and stood up, self-consciously giggling but making no move to cover herself, her face flushed and her hair disheveled. "Well, lookit the new debs Davy and Buck brought in, Ken lover," she chortled.
"Yeah, man!" Ken breathed as he got to his feet, without bothering to stuff his limp organ back into his fly. "Let's see what they're made of, huh you guys?"
"Now you just take it easy, Ken," Buck admonished. "These little debs have got to be 'nishiated like everybody else gets done to them, savvy? Where the hell are the rest of the guys and dolls?"
"Out catting, I guess," Ken grumbled. "Elsie, light me a cigarette and be damn quick about it too!"
Elsie made a little face at him, but he took a swat at her bottom and she yiped when his palm landed solidly. She went over to the scuffed old table near the wall, picked up a half-empty pack of Camels and a book of matches, put one of the cigarettes into her mouth and lit it, and hurried over to hand it to Ken. He patted her behind, Thanks, bitch. Well now, there's four of us here counting you guys, so I guess we can have an initiation, don't see why not," he suggested.
"Looks like we'll have to make do with what we've got," Buck growled. He would have much rather watched a full-scale initiation against the lovely dark brown-haired captive he had chosen for his very own new "mama". As for
Davy, he could hardly wait to get at Jane. A girl with glasses and a shape like hers was a kind of puzzling paradox for him. He could tell she had a terrific shape, and he had found from experience ever since joining the "Leather Lashers" that the plainest looking bitches usually were the hottest. But there was something about Jane Palmer that made him feel that once she had his harpoon dug deep into her snatch, she would cast aside all her inhibitions and fuck like a mink.
Now the two captors removed the bandana blindfolds, and Jane blinked her eyes, looking especially young and defenseless without her big black horn-rimmed spectacles as she started to whimper, "I want to go home, you let me go home, you promised it wouldn't be a long ride, you promised!"
"G'wan, bitch, close your trap," Davy contemptuously retorted, doubling his hand into a fist and showing it to her, at which the pretty brunette cowered back with a stifled cry of fear.
"She's cute," Ken sniggered as he sauntered over to eye the young girl. Her eyes fixed on his obscenely dangling male weapon, emerging out of the fly of his corduroy trousers, and she turned scarlet with outraged modesty, put her hand over her mouth and closed her eyes.
Marva, once freed of her blindfold, gasped, "Buck, that's not fair, you lied to us and you know it!"
"Sure, I did, cutie," he grinned. "But after all, you can't blame a guy for gettin' the hots for that cute little snatch you got. Now we're gonna nishiate you two debs in our Lashers gang, 'n you can do all the fucking you want, see?"
"You shut your ugly mouth, and don't talk to us girls like that, we were brought up decent!" Marva snapped.
Her defiant attitude earned a giggle from both Elsie and Ruth, and the latter commented sarcastically, "Well, listen to the little princess there, wouldja? I guess she thinks hers is platinum-lined! Boy, jist lemme at her with a paddle, I'll make her peel down raw and show us what she's got that's so special!"
"Calm down, Ruthie," Hank chuckled, "everybody is gonna 'nishiate them debs. All-right, Buck, Davy, wanna have us tie them up?"
"Sure. Go right ahead," Buck grinned. Marva turned to run, but Buck nonchalantly stuck out his foot and the pretty dark brown-haired teenager tripped over it and fell sprawling on her face, her dignity injured more than her person. Roars of laughter from all four males greeted this ignominious fall, and no one made a move to pick her up. Marva rose, smoothing down her skirt, very red in the face, ruefully rubbing the part of her anatomy which she had bruised in her fall. "You think you're smart, don't you? You better not touch us, or the cops will take you all in and throw you in jail," she warned.
"Well now, we got us a jailhouse lawyer, we sure have," Hank sneered. Lighting a cigarette which he took from the pocket of his leather jacket, he strolled over to the defiant young girl and put out a hand and rudely cupped one of her titties. She struck his hand away angrily. "You take your hand away, you dirty thing you!"
"Oh my, the little princess sure gets her dander up in a hurry," he guffawed. "Looks like to me this little piece needs taking down a couple of pegs. I'll help you tie them up, Ken, just get their wrists behind their backs. They can go through the mill that way fine. Or we can take over our laps and whale hell out of their cute asses."
With this, he plunged his other hand into the pocket of his corduroy trousers, dragged out a length of rope which every "Leather Lasher" carried with him at all times for emergencies just like this, and seized her. Marva tried to kick, but he swiftly and expertly bent her wrists behind her back and in a trice had them tied tightly, jerking at the final knot to make her gasp and wince with pain. "There, I guess that'll hold you, baby," he muttered. Then, his left hand plunging into her thick dark brown hair, twisting his fingers till scalp was tugged painfully, he put out his right hand and cupped the bubbie he had touched before. "Now I got lots of time to feel you up, sweetie," he promised. Marva set her teeth, closed her eyes, and then suddenly boqed her head and bit his hand. Hank let out a yell and cuffed her across the cheek, making her stumble backwards and very nearly falling again, and it was Buck who caught her from behind. He took advantage of this to put both his hands on her titties, and to squeeze them hard as he pulled her up tight against his crotch, letting her feel his hard-on rubbing against the crease between her luscious bottom-cheeks. "Don't run away, you're mine, you sweet little bitch," he muttered into her ear.
Tm nobody's, you let me go, you pigs you!" Marva cried furiously, struggling and twisting like an eel.
But all her efforts were to no avail, and now Ken tied Jane's wrists behind her back. The four boys stood admiring their two new captives, while Elsie and Ruth, giggling and whispering obscenities among themselves, moved round and round the two prisoners to appraise their charms and compare them with their own-naturally, to the former's disadvantage.
"How're we gonna 'nishiate these little bitches?" Ken demanded.
"like you say, we ain't really got enough to run a mill," Buck Williams thoughtfully mused, giving the indignant Marva a lewd wink. "What I think is, we oughta sit down on that old couch, get them over our laps, pull their pants down and just spank ass. The girls can help too. And when they've had enough, then we'll all fuck them. Only remember, this cute little brown-haired piece is mine."
"Yeah," Davy piped up, "and cute Miss Four-eyes is my mama too, don't none of you guys forget that!"
Jane was crying now, really afraid. But it didn't do them much good. The two captors generously gave up their rights to be the first to initiate the new "debs," and so it was delegated to Elsie and to Ruth to start them off in the right direction.
Elsie sat down at one end of the couch while the struggling Jane was forced across her lap, and Ken knelt down and held onto Jane's ankles so that she couldn't kick or wriggle off. With her hands bound behind her back and her ankles thus pinned, the pretty bespectacled brunette was absolutely helpless as Elsie now began to prepare the victim for the initiation.
Jane let out a wild shriek as she felt the other girl's fingers loft her skirt and petticoat, then tuck down her little panties to her thighs. "Don't you do that to me, you pull them right up, and I don't want those boys looking at me naked!" she wailed and tried with all her might to fling herself off Elsie's lap.
But Elsie already had her left arm around Jane's waist, and so this protest as well as the desperate attempt to prevent her humiliating preparation for the spanking were both in vain.
"Boy, what an ass!" Davy Burg panted thickly, as he moved over to stand right over the couch and to stare greedily at Jane's milk-skinned jouncy bottom glotyes which instinctively tightened in Jane's understandable determination to show as little of her person as she could under such atrociously humiliating circumstances.
He reached down and smoothed the quivering cheeks with his palms, and Jane let out another wild scream of shame: "Don't you touch me, don't you dare!"
"Hey, the little bitch doesn't want to be touched," Elsie giggled. "Somebody get me a paddle."
"Noooo!! ! " Jane wailed frantically, "Don't you spank me, don't you dare! I haven't done anything, you've got no right to do it to me!"
"I'm gonna paint your big ass red, honey," Elsie told the struggling young brunette as she reached out with her right hand to take the handle of the pinewood paddle which had been taped to provide a better hold for the user. "Hold her legs good, Ken honey. Boy, it's fun to work on a nice white skin like this!" And suiting action to word, Elsie lifted the paddle high and brought it down with a noisy "Smackkk!" straight across the broadest part of both poor Jane's naked cringing ass-cheeks.
An earsplitting squeal rang out as the frantic bespectacled brunette lifted her face and gaped her mouth in her wild cry of pain. And a flaming red blotch, outlining the paddle on her tender white skin, instantly sprang up.
But Marva wasn't faring any better. She had been draped over Ruth's lap and Hank's "mama" had promptly proceeded to pull up and pull down, exposing Marva's ripely developed olive-skinned bottom globes, her left arm now curved round Marva's slim waist and her right hand holding an old slipper which one of the boys had found under the cot in one of the dilapidated bedrooms of this old abandoned farmhouse.
Raising the slipper by the heel, Ruth brought it down with all her strength on the right lower summit of Marva's naked behind, with an extremely noisy "Whackkk!! "
Marva uttered a shrill "Oww, that hurts!" and frantically tried to roll off her executioner's lap. But Hank was crouching down at the far end of the couch and gripping her ankles, so she couldn't succeed at all. Ruth simply pulled her closer to her, tapped the lovely olive-skinned naked seat with the slipper, and announced, The more you fight, the more I'm really going to lay it on your ass, baby, so stay still, hear?"
Then she looked over at Elsie and grinned: "Elsie baby, let's see who can make her deb yell the loudest and ask for mercy first, huh?"
"I bet you I can," Elsie giggled as she took the paddle and lifted it high and brought it down with a cruel spank across the base of both Jane's flinching nether globes.
"Oww, that hurts, I don't wanna be spanked, I didn't do anything," Jane sobbed distractedly.
Gritting her teeth, Marva knew that her turn would be next, and so it was. Ruth brought the slipper down with all her might again, this time on the left cheeek, toward the outer edge of the hip. Marva jerked under it, she couldn't help herself, and in that frantic movement, she exposed the thick dark brown tufts of her virgin cunt to all the eager eyes of the four lusting young men who intended to conquer the chastity of their two virginal prisoners.
"I'll take that bet," Elsie giggled. "But what are we gonna have as a prize for the one who wins?"
'The one who first asks for mercy," Ken spoke up excitedly, "has to gam the girl who paddled her, that's what. And take a fucking from all four of us guys too."
"Sounds like a great idea. Only if I win, I don't get nuttin', " Elsie pouted.
"If you're so hot for prick, bitch, we can always pull a train on you," Ken jeered.
"Oh you," Elsie giggled, but she gave him a long sultry look which indicated that she wasn't quite so offended as she made out to be. "Suits me fine Ruth, how about you?"
"Great. I'll have the little princess here begging to be fucked before little Miss Four eyes does," Ruth announced as she patted Marva's shrinking naked bottom with the sole of the old slipper.
Then, raising her right hand, she briskly brought the weapon down on first the right cheek and then the left one and then added a third quick swat right down the crease between Marva's naked ass-cheeks.
Grinding her teeth and compressing her lips, her eyes bulging and glassy with tears, Marva managed to suppress all but a whimpering groan at the burning and noisy smack of the leather slipper sole on her naked flesh. But her body jerked and vibrated, and both Ruth and the squatting Hank had all they could do to keep her in position.
Waves of burning pain swirled through her tender behind as Ruth, considering this a challenge to her abilities, began to bring the sole down with all her might at every blow, also increasing the pace of the spanking. Marva's bottom bounded, her hips weaved to and fro, jerking and twisting frantically as an angry red hue gradually suffused all of her magnificent olive-sheened behind. She caught her breath, groaned, gasped, whimpered, but to her credit it must be said that she endured about thirty good hard spanks without asking for mercy-which she would certainly have done by now and long before now, indeed, had she been over her Aunt Edna's lap.
And so it was poor Jane against whose milky bottom the flexible paddle cracked down repeatedly, first diagonally, then horizontally, then vertically, in a capricious pattern as Elsie increased her own spanking tempo, who was first to cry out for mercy. But about the fortieth swat, Jane couldn't stand it anymore and screeched out, "Oh, stop, I'll do anything you want, only stop spanking, you're killing me!"
"Attaboy, Elsie baby," Ken applauded his "mama."
When he rose, he began to fondle his prick which was still dangling outside of his open fly, his eyes blazing with anticipation at the thought of having a train pulled with this lovely young teenager as the center of attraction.