Chapter 4
Titlting the bottle, Max half-drained it, spat as he removed the neck from his slobbering lips. He shoved it at May. "Here, you take some."
May had an instinctive hesitance. "N-no," she backed away, her naked feet being scratched by the pebbles and small sticks on the ground.
"Don't say 'no' when I want you to drink!" With that Max gripped her arm, twisted it cruelly behind the small of her back, forced her to bend backwards.
When May opened her mouth to scream, all that resulted was that the bottle was shoved in and the fiery liquid forced down her throat She nearly fell over backwards and in this helpless position, with one arm flailing the air, she was vulnerable to the giggling explorations of both Ned and Nancy.
"Nice, real nice," laughed Ned as his fingertips brushed against her undulating belly. "Go ahead, Nancy, get yourself a handful."
The other girl, one who would get her thrills in any shape or form whatsoever, hurried to discover the vast passageway of sheer joy. "Mmmm, this is real good." With that, she flattened her own body against that of the struggling May.
It acted like a Mick of dynamite!
The feel of Nancy's soft, knobby tipped breasts against her own, the shock of Nancy's feminine hands as it stroked her torso, fondled her underside, streaked the satiny flesh of her taut buttocks, then came up to brush against her breasts-all made her throb with a horrifying response.
It was horrifying because May Kramer knew, in a flash of half-drunken wisdom-that the body of another girl could excite her more than anything else. More than being naked in the silvery moonlight with two naked studs-both of them were turgid examples of powerful young manhood-yet, neither of them could stimulate her as much as Nancy's moist mouth, kissing her lips, kissing her breasts, seizing one nipple and playfully pulling it so hard that May nearly screamed from pain. But it was heavenly pain!
Max must have sensed her reaction. He let her go. She nearly stumbled. "Get away from my gal," he yelled wildly at Nancy.
Ned felt his manhood rising to the fore. "Hey, go easy on talking to my gal." They both faced each other, like two gladiators in a Roman arena-their naked strength was sensuous and brutal.
"Okay, okay," Max looked downward, feeling ashamed of something he could not understand. "But I want May-all the way." He was slurring his words, reeling half-drunkenly, trying to force the blurred visions that kept wavering before him.
May was again stricken with a spasm of terror. It was going to happen-to her! She backed away but Max was quick, even though he was already feeling drunk. May, too, found it difficult to distinguish reality from a dream.
She felt the way the fiery moonshine had ignited her inside, divorced from her truth and caused her to waver from side to side as she. struggled to keep her balance. The stones and pebbles were slicing at her naked feet but she felt no pain.
"In the cave?" asked Nancy, both of her arms across her chest, her twin globes heaving up and down.
Max did not want to go inside. "Too dark-and you all wanta watch, don't you?"
"You bet-go to it! We haven't got all night," ordered Ned-entwining his arm around Nancy. The two of them crouched down in a squat and lewdly exposed themselves as they waited.
It was the inevitable reality! Now May was faced with the awesome truth. She had walked right into it and had no one to blame but herself.
She lay back limply as Max stroked the silken sheen of her legs, paused on the smooth texture of her tummy, then tweaked her inner thighs. May trembled. She had to admit that she was suffering from wild, unbearable anticipation.
"Max...." she whispered.
"In a minute, in a minute." There was a strained tone to his voice.
A moment later, as Nan and Ned kept urging him onward, Max was in action. His hands did fantastic things to May, turning her to molten fire within. She knew in a spasm of recognition that the liquor was doing this to her. She turned into a hedonistic Venus. She wanted the most ... she screamed her deliverance with uninhibited joy. Now it was her turn and she did investigations of her own, making Max writhe and gasp.
Max's lips fell upon her breasts, seizing her nipples like devilish spears, transfixing her with sheer pleasure and pain. She grew rigid as she felt her nipples crinkle. The pain was more intense, more maddening.
Suddenly, she froze. There was a tremor to her voice. Something was wrong. "Max ... what's...?"
"Nothin'," he gasped as he heaved and twisted. "A minute-I'll be okay-a minute...."
She became panicky. No. This was not going to work out. This hysteria of desire and urge of lust would be wasted. It would fizzle out like a weak seltzer.
"Max!" She wanted it. She forgot her fears. She forgot the terror she experienced at anticipation of being invaded. It was in this moment that May Kramer might have made the successful leap over the divided path separating lesbian and heterosexual desires. But she needed help-she needed Max!
She wanted Max.
Her breasts were swollen with hot desire. Her nipples pin pricks of needle sharp urgings. She wanted Max. She kept twisting and twisting on the ground, oblivious to the sharp cuts of the pebbles and rocks. Her thighs parted and, she knew that if Max did not hurry, she would precede him!
"Hey, what's wrong?" Now it was Ned who came forward, his pendulous nudity strangely fascinating to May as she kept moaning softly.
"I told you I'll be okay...."
There were a few precious moments of silence and only Max's movements and increasing breath-panting-piercing the stillness. But nothing else.
In a gesture of male defensiveness, Max again took May Kramer and this time, he tongue loved wildly, kissing her everywhere. This added fat to the fire. May felt the dizzying fever rage within her once more.
She was so wild that she would go stark, raving mad if someone did not give her relief. She just had to have it!
"P-please," she sobbed brokenly, her hands doing things to Max. It was then that she knew what the trouble must be.
In a daze, Max was heard to say, "I'm-I'm sorry-I just can't-too much to drink-it always happens to me this way...."
"Try," implored May. "Try!" It was a voice not even her own. She, May Kramer, a lesbian, begging a man to give her relief from her animal desires. What was happening? It was all so crazy that she had just a wild feeling it would soon end-and she would wake up, safe in her own bed.
The nightmare would be over!
No-the nightmare was just beginning! It was not a nightmare-but for real!
"I ... I can't-you'll have to wait." Bitter defeat and humiliation flooded through Max. He was so ashamed of his naked failure, he could not even look up at Nancy and Ned, both of whom stood over them, demanding their just due.
"We want to see it-all the way!" demanded Ned.
Then he snickered, "You were okay a few nights ago in that cave. You couldn't stop...."
Max hung his head in shame. "Well ... no sense in spoilin' your fun. Whyn't you take her?"
May could not believe her ears! Was Max going to trade her-like a common slut? Even now, in her turbulent state of mind, in her charged up condition, she still wanted some form of respect. "P-please...." she started to say.
Ned hurried to the fore. "If Max can't do it, maybe I ought to finish the job." He was nasty and surly about it. "This makes me mad. You know I get a wild kick out of watching! It's the reason I wanted this foursome."
May Kramer began to sob softly. Her hands stroked her swollen nipples and she started twisting her hips and preparing for a shameless solitary action. She needed relief. She was burning up and she wanted someone to quench the fire.
Anyone!
Meanwhile, Nancy started jumping around, whacking her sides with her hands, her breasts flopping around. "Will you two studs make up your minds? It's freezing cold out here."
May Kramer felt no cold. She felt the enormous heat searing her loins. Her hands were like sparks on her inner thighs. Her fingers simulated those of a man's....
Ned was cursing loudly. He wanted nothing more than to watch everything and yelled at Max for being a used up bull! But the urge was still burning. His young blood was hot and filled with fire and he was ready to prove himself again.
When Ned knelt beside May, she looked up, saw his powerful vigor, the thick nest with its proud possession. Again, there was a mingling of desire and fear. She writhed as he came down on her and struggled in fear.
Now, new lips descended, attacked the yearning tips of her rounded globes; new hands stroked her legs, her tummy, sending the flame into soaring heights.
"Where'd that eunuch leave off?" he muttered angrily, while he started to kiss her all over.
May trembled. Ned was a superior lover. Maybe it was because he answered her crying need out of desperation that made him such a powerful superman.
She tensed her body and with writhing anticipation, waited for the imminent love act.
The two of them surrendered to the wild, deranged music of their act of erotica; they savored and drunk deep of the nectar of lust.
Ned toyed with May, deliberately drawing out the perverse longing until she had reached a throbbing pitch.
May wanted him!
Ned now had her where he wanted her. He was supreme master of her souL He was her ruler and she was the slave in the harem. She would wait. She would beg and plead and cry but she would wait-and then she would want it more ... want it in the worst way.
"Like it?" he gasped as his body felt the feverish anticipation. He was soaked with perspiration. In the silvery moonlight, every muscle was etched and sharply defined.
His biceps bulged with youthful power. His buttocks were sloped in powerful strength as he poised for the inevitable climax.
"I love it!" she choked out. "Please-please-don't make me wait. I'm burning up...."
Through her drunken torpor, the begging pleas became shrill screams, echoing in the night. It sent a flash of fire, a spasm of lust through the others who watched in bated breath.
Max, meanwhile, overcame his temporary weakness. He moved toward Nancy but she twisted out of his grasp. "Unh, unh," she freed her breasts from his hands. "Nothing doing ... hands off!"
Nancy felt a charge of power as she watched the way her own lover now seized his new conquest-May Kramer-she watched the way May's legs twined about Ned's, and how the broad back of this young stud became taut with magnificent strength. His buttocks were like thick globes as they stiffened. Now it was going to happen!
May felt the most heavenly pleasure she thought could be possible. But it was just for an instant. Suddenly, there was a piercing pain-it sliced through her body, raw and cutting, gutting away at every nerve.
May screamed! The screams rent the close air.
It was horrible-as if a knight in shining armor had raised his enormous lance and was piercing her-right through the middle-jabbing it through her body in sadistic glee, tormenting her with the thick, burrowing weapon that afforded him selfish pleasure.
May screamed again and again. Ned became cruel. He dug his strong work-hard fingers into her flesh more fervidly, making her scream even louder.
And still May kept on screaming. Each time a thrust was made, she screamed and envisioned herself being impaled upon the same knight's lance, being tormented to the glee of a perverted audience!
"No ... no...." she kept moaning after the screams subsided.
Slowly, Ned extricated himself and on hands and knees, shaking his head like a shaggy dog, made his way exhaustedly to the car and slumped down, face up, feeling sheer fatigue. He breathed heavily. He was on the brink of collapse.
But for Ned, it had been heaven. For May-it had been hell!
She felt the erupting spasms sear her senses; what should have been a merciful relief from the mounting tensions was actually just pouring salt on raw welts. It was sheer agony. She hated what Ned had done to her!
Max now came forth, his greedy face an ugly blur in the dim light of the moon that darted behind a cloud, as if refusing to witness such a bizarre scene.
"Hey ... that was good." He was powerful again. "I think it's just what I needed."
May knew she would have to fight him off. "Keep away from me!" she ordered harshly, feeling a sobbing well up in her throat.
His face changed. "B-but ... I want it, too. C'mon, I'm ready now."
She groped around on the ground, seized a small branch and sat up. With the branch in her hand, she grated harshly, "Touch me and I'll use this-I'll jam it right where it'll kill you."
Max felt an instinctive fear. He backed away, but he was still filled with drunken urgency. "You did this-you, Ned-you spoiled it for me."
Ned, lying prone, lifted his head. "W-hat?" He was so weak from the combined drinking and sex sessions that he could scarcely reconcile himself with the present.
Nancy vanished for just an instant. When she returned she had a small hunting knife in one hand. It glittered in the moonlight. She had taken the knife from the glove compartment and now used it to defend herself. "Keep back, Max-or I'll slice you from ear to ear. I told you that I belong to Ned-no one shares me."
It was a bitter irony. Nancy and Ned were twosomes yet Ned could take May-but no one could take Nancy.
Lowering his head and broad shoulders, Max started encircling the moving Nancy. It was a hysterical sight, if only it would not have been serious. The two of them in naked splendor, their bodies filled with lusty need, battling each other in the wilderness.
"Gimme that knife," he ordered.
Nancy backed away. "Try and get it." A feeling of fear stabbed at her. "Ned-Ned-help me!"
But Ned was still dazed. The night long drinking and fun orgy was taking its effect and he was half-drunk in a stupor. His head ached and he was so weak, he could hardly even prop himself up on his elbows. His strong thighs joined together. In the silvery dim light, droplets of moisture dotted his black thatch. He was satiated and would not perform for the rest of the night.
May, meanwhile, kept sliding across the rocky ground, feeling shame-ridden for what had happened; like Eve in the Garden of Eden, awareness made her all the more conscious of her forbidden desires.
Max was quick like a streak of lightning. In one moment, he appeared to bend down; in another, he hurled rocks and sand at Nancy, temporarily blinding her. She screamed. The knife dropped.
Max pick up a huge rock, brought it down on the side of Nancy's head. She made a soft moan and slumped down, lying very still in a semi-crouch, her knees drawn up, her breasts soft and mellow. She lay very still.
May was so terrified that she could scarcely scream. Even if she could scream, it would have served little purpose. She was isolated and alone in this wilderness with a girl who was unconscious, perhaps dead! The others included a drunken sex-satiated Ned and a drunken but lust-filled Max-with a knife.
As Max wavered back and forth on his feet, his turgid power equally serving, there was a maniacal glow in his dark eyes. His face, once innocent and rather cute by girlish standards, was now screwed up in a furious expression.
"Don't ... don't come near me!" pleaded May.
Max came forward slowly, as if tortuously delaying his final plan to draw out her fears. "Don't tell me what to do...." He swore and called her vile names and raved, wildly yelling that she was no good.
"I ... I wanted you...." she sobbed: "But you couldn't...."
"Shut up!" He flinched at this affront to his manhood. Now he was like a raving bull in rut and he was going to get his just due.
"W-what are you going to do?" May Kramer was sobbing, making a foolish attempt to cover her breasts, feeling a spasm as the soft nipples shivered by the contact of warm flesh.
"Have my fun," replied Max with a sneer, still clutching the evil looking knife.
What was he talking about? Why did he edge closer to the groggy Ned who sprawled nakedly on the ground?
May Kramer was completely helpless. She felt the sharp cut of pebbles and small rocks, biting the soft flesh of her hips. There was still the echoing pain of the way Ned had treated her. It was her first time with a man-and she never knew it could be so agonizing. May wanted to crawl away somewhere, to hide, to sob and moan and weep out her frustration and grief. But there was no escape.
No escape from her batted conscience, her rammed body, and from this hulking creature in splendrous masculine power who now hovered over her, his shadow teasing the soft warmth of her body.
Again, May asked, "What are you going to do, Max?" She sobbed brokenly, prepared to beg him not to hurt her. True, she had wanted him just a short while ago-but then she had been so intoxicated with the moonshine they forced down her throat and she had also been drugged with fiery desire. She wanted anything!
Now, she just wanted to escape. She would have willingly agreed to do anything, if only he would give her merciful freedom.
"I toldja," his words were thick and drink-laden. "I want my fun and I'm gonna get it."
Max then turned on his heel and nakedly went toward Ned who tried to rouse himself. "All worn out, eh?"
Ned muttered something.
Suddenly, Max's foot lashed out, slamming Ned across the temple.
Ned gave a shocked scream. Now he was stunned into consciousness. "W-what?"
Everything was dizzy. It took Max just a few moments to find what he groped around for. A slender willow switch. He held it up with fiendish glee. "Gonna punish you-like a wild bull oughta be punished. Then I'm gonna geld you-turn you into a heifer...."
Max was like a powerful giant. He grabbed the weak Ned, hurled him face down. For a moment, he stared down at the broad shoulders the enviable V-tapered latissimus spread, the narrow waist that fanned out to masculine bronzed thighs. Every muscle was alive with sinewy strength.
Suddenly, Max gave a loud cry. The willow switch was raised high in the air. Max had planted both feet astride the flat Ned and it made him the master.
The switch whispered in the air. It caused a loud thwack. Ned screamed as the switch sliced through his broad back. Instinctively, he clapped both hands to the back of his neck and tried to protect himself.
Again, the punishing switch flailed the air and slashed across the muscular planes of Ned's athletic back. The muscles twitched like a series of little snakes. A fire tore through Ned's body. Again and again the whip slashed the victim with merciless fury.
Max cursed and kicked his beaten slave, fuming because he had taken away the desire from May Kramer; Max even forgot that he, himself, initiated the union because he had been unable to fulfill his proof of manhood.
Max was vengeance bent.
Screams filled the air. Ned was shrieking like a beaten woman. He tried to rise up but the switch only slashed down across his hard back until he was criss-crossed with a series of red and black welts, from his shoulder blades down to his twitching buttocks, and even down to his sun bronzed thighs.
Max hurled the whip away and yanked Ned around, seizing a handful of his thick hair. With a snarl, he said, "I'm gonna teach you a lesson-you're gonna be my gal." Again, he forced the sobbing Ned face down, looking like a beaten athlete.
Horrified, May Kramer watched the scene. It unfolded before her like a panorama. It could have been a scene from a forbidden book, or a tale told by a storyteller back in the days of dark dungeons and torture pits where the most insidious acts were performed by the most depraved of creatures.
Heavily, Max dropped down, straddling the squirming Ned. Max's thick buttocks were flat on top of Ned's. Max then lowered himself.
May knew what was going to happen!
She wanted to scream. This was unbelievable. She never thought it could happen-and right in front of her very eyes. She felt sick, violently sick. Oh, if only someone would come to save her, to rescue her!
Max's broad back, glinted in the shadowy moonlight. Everything was so eerie and quiet. It was as if the whole forest had hidden from this bizarre scene.
Worse than that, it could have been a throwback to the days of the Roman Legions, when conquering hordes came down on startled villages, kidnapping young boys upon whom they practiced the most depraved of actions and rflost vilest of deeds.
Max slammed both palms flat on Ned's back, pushing at his flogged shoulder blades and forcing him down ... all the way down....
Ned gurgled. He became wildly aware of what was going to happen to him. With a shock, he tried to fight off Max, pleading that they always had it the reverse way-which May Kramer could not understand.
"Shut up-or I'll really hurt you!" yelled Max.
In a daze, May Kramer clutched both of her breasts to ward off any unseen invaders. She crouched, drawing up both legs and locking her thighs as another means of self-protection. She watched the way Max gripped both of Ned's taut buttocks.
There was a split second of silence. Suddenly, a piercing scream tore through the air. Ned was yelling at the top of his lungs.
"NO! NO! Ohhhhh ... NO NO NO!!"
Max was gasping heavily. His body was arched as if he were using a woman-and, indeed, in his depraved and drunken mind, that was exactly what he was doing.
Again and again the thrusts racked his body and each time Ned screamed.
After a few vigorous movements, Max flattened out on top of Ned in a heavily exhausted manner, breathing deeply. It reminded May of the bull during the mating season, after he gave vent to his desires.
May felt sick-violently sick!
Max eased his bulk from Ned's body. Ned, meanwhile, was sobbing, dimly aware that May and, possibly, Nancy, had witnessed this shameful act, this humiliation upon his manhood-and he felt stripped away of his manly pride.
"Now I'm really gonna fix you-never bother my girl again!"
Ned was dazed. He heard everything as though it were in a fog. There was a distant roaring in his ears. He tried to lift himself up but the sharp pain that pierced his loins and had invaded deep was still a red hot poker and tormented him with each agonizing twist.
The slicing willow switch had humbled him and this series of dull stabs also tormented Ned.
What was Max going to do?
With a shock, May Kramer knew the answer! No-it could not be possible.
Max was not that crazed with liquor!
Max had found his knife again. He held it tight in one huge hand. Mumbling to himself, he dragged Ned until he was righted up. Ned's face was ghastly pale. His once proud body was now beaten and humbled. He stared up with grisly horror as he saw the way Max was bending over him, the sharp edge of the knife glinting in the dim light.
"NO!" Ned tried to rear up in horror. But he was so weak from the liquor, the orgies, then being flogged and used like a woman ... he was completely dominated! "NO!"
"Teach you...."
Max had lost hold of his senses. That could be the only answer. No one who was normal would do such a thing. Suddenly, one of Max's hands shot down and seized Ned.
Ned screamed as Max tightened his fingers. Ned writhed in agony, trying to free himself, knowing that if Max would squeeze tighter, his manhood would be crushed! Ned screamed as shock waves tore through his loins. Fire tore into his body, ripping him apart. A hammer slammed at the base of his neck.
Again and again, Ned screamed while the cruel Max completely deranged, was preparing for the most horrible of savage tortures. His knife hand descended and suddenly it made a half swoop and a twist. A split second of silence.
Ned gave another scream-it pierced his ears, split the forest, echoed through the trees. It was the most horrible scream that anyone had ever heard.
A grinning Max, his mouth now twisted in a stupid, mind-warped slurp, dropped the knife and then stumbled off-leaving behind, a mutilated Ned, blood gushing to warm the region of his upper thighs ... to fill the gaping wound....
May Kramer felt everything coming up in her throat. She was sick-violently sick.
Then she saw Nancy-a white faced Nancy, crawling toward her.
The two of them, arm in arm, started screaming-their screams echoed louder than those of the now unconscious and shock-filled Ned, who lay sprawled, his hands at his groin in an inborn instinctive desire to protect what no longer remained to be protected.
The girls screamed and screamed in hysteria.....until the state troopers came ... and the horrible nightmare was at an end.