Chapter 11
They moved away from the mattress draped over the old frame now, contemplating their conquered victim. Christine Bernard lay sprawled, one hand pressed over her mount, the other arm flung out behind her, her face turned towards the wall, her body shaking with bitter sobs of crushed and definite defeat. She might have told herself until this atrocious moment that her ordeal hadn't destroyed her purify in the sense that she had resisted as much as she could against her strong young male ravishers, endured even the painful and mortifying torment of the spanking, and, pinioned as she was, had been unable to escape the supreme degradation of being sodomized. But after what had just taken place, even rationalizing couldn't explain away the furious, involuntary response her naked body had made to Ben Elverson's sly tonguing of her most intimate anatomy and then the vigorous copulation which had drawn her over the edge of the precipice and into the uninhibited and shameless abyss of sexual fulfillment. She who had indignantly sent her own fiance Henry Brandt away for having tried to make love to her-and by comparison his essay had been almost laughably tame-now after a few short hours had felt her loins jerk and throb and vibrate as if she had been a passionate whore earning her hire and finding her partner's virility so powerful that she couldn't help but join him in the animal frenzy of release!
That awareness, that realization, was a pitiless blow to her heretofore haughty and selfish psyche. It had destroyed her, insidiously trampled down all the bastions of her defense, her stoicism and her contempt for the five youths who had dared to trick her into this ill-fated rendezvous and had then turned upon her like ravening wolves hungering for their helpless female prey.
The tears she wept now were for her own vanished pride and self-esteem, for the ignominy which made her flesh crawl in the knowledge that, virgin though she had been and so esteeming herself as superior to other women who were swept by carnal passion to be subordinate to men, she had writhed and threshed and finally surrendered the key to her long-hidden emotions there upon this dirty mattress on an iron frame with three boys holding her, another taking moving pictures of the degrading, shameful act by which the fifth boy had drawn her to almost the behavior of a nymphomaniac.
"Boy, you sure hit the nail on the head, Hank!" Ben Elverson panted, shaking his head with disbelief as he lewdly stared over at the sprawled, shuddering body of the victimized young woman. "I guess we have to admit that you know your stuff when it comes to fucking. Hell, I'm the oldest here and I've probably screwed more broads than all the rest of you, but I've never yet made a piece give down the way Teach did just now. Boy, was that ever something! How the hell did you find all that out, Hank?"
"Never mind. I told you I learned a lot from my uncle. But we're not going to talk about him. Now then, we'll let Chrissy get a little more rest, and then Mack and Bruce and Joey can have their turns. But all of you guys, just remember how Ben got her to shoot her wad and really give. That's what I told you all to do, and you see how well it worked. You'll have a lot more fun that way, and Teach won't be able to lord ir over you because those movies ate going to remind her that, right then and there when Ben was doing it to her, she wanted it as much as he did," Henry Ferguson told his enthralled audience of four.
"Let's ger the blankets and catch some shuteye," Ben Elverson now proposed as he pulled back on his jeans and donned his sweater. "Bur I'll rell you this, Hank, I want seconds with that little bitch. Boy, has she ever got a tight twat!"
"There's plenty of time through tomorrow, so take it easy. I'll stand guard at the door and have me a cigarette. Joey, there's a glass in the medicine cabinet. You might run Chrissy a nice cool glass of water and make her take it, she'll feel better. That way, you can get close to her and see what she's got," Henry Ferguson amiably directed as he strolled over to the far door and leaned against it, taking out a pack of Pall Malls and lighting one.
Joey Elverson hastened to obey. He came back with a glass of water and knelt down beside the mattress. "Here you are, Teach," he said in a husky, strained voice. His eyes were feasting on the erotic upheaval of Christine Bernard's beautiful round pink-and-white breasts, at the suspiciously rumpled curls of her pubis which were moist from the treacherous release of her own secret love-effluvia. He licked his lips, and he slyly put his left hand to the crotch of his jeans and rubbed his swollen young penis. "Drink this, you'll feel a lot better."
"Oh, please-let me be-oh, God-I want to die, I just want to die." Her voice was choked and muffled.
Overhearing this, Henry Ferguson called from the door, "Don't get uppity again, Teach! You go ahead and drink that water. It will do you good. Or maybe you'd like to go over the table again for another fantailing?"
"Oh no!" Christine Bernard suddenly sat up, her eyes wide with alarm, glancing fearfully at her young subjugator. Tightening her legs together and putting her left hand over the thick curls of her cleft, she reached out her right hand for the glass of water and sipped it, then turning away towards the farthest wall so as to diminish the display she made of her delectable nakedness. Still clad only in garter-belt and the beige nylons, she looked nothing so much like a beautiful young collegiate call girl who had agreed to take on a young fraternity gang for a special fee. And as she glanced up after her first long sip, seeing Mack and Bruce and Joey standing nearby watching her with undisguised smirks of lustful admiration on their faces, she turned scarlet with shamed confusion. From their mocking looks, she could understand better than any words could tell her that, young though they were, they knew what had happened to her just now.
"Please, Henry," she said in a piteous little-girl voice, when are you going to let me go? Please be decent-I don't know what more you can possibly want of me, you've just about ruined me-and when I think-I don't know how I can ever teach again-about s-s-seeing you in class on Monday-I'm going to have to resign or find another job or something-oh, this is just awful!"
She began to sob distractedly, and Joey rather awkwardly took the glass from her trembling hand before she could drop it. She covered her face with her hands and bowed her head, an abject picture of feminine distress at bay. But just as it might have done with a mature adult male, that exquisitely feminine attitude of total helplessness-together, of course, with her delicious and wanton almost-nakedness served to inflame their lust, not at all their compassion.
"Goddamn," Mack Benjamin growled, "I'm next with Teach, and I hope to hell I don't have to wait much longer. I almost went off in my shorts already just watching Ben muffdive that sweet pink little slit of hers!"
Henry Ferguson strolled slowly back towards the mattress and the iron frame. "I told you, tomorrow. Now, it's time for you to get a good night's sleep so you can be up bright and early on Monday and get ready for class again, Chrissy," he ironically replied.
"Ohh, no-I told you-I'd die of shame if I had to see your faces in class again-and you'll talk-all of you-it'll be all over school-and Dean Munson-"
Already there was a subtle change in her hitherto fastidious and contemptuous nature. Perhaps because of her very youth, Christine Bernard had determined upon a policy of treating her pupils, even the most intelligent ones, with a kind of arrogant disdain. To begin with, such an attitude spoke of scholastic authority, which she had by right of her being a teacher. Also, it announced to all and sundry that she didn't wish the slightest kind of personal relationship with any of her students. But it had been a veneer of protective, self-centered ego, a carefully studied facade behind which her true feelings had been withheld, even from her own conscious self. The truth was, though as yet Christine Bernard didn't quite realize it, that here in this basement on this Saturday night, she was coming closer to the moment of truth about herself than she had ever come before.
"Now that's a lot better, Teach," Henry Ferguson chuckled good-naturedly. "I'm glad to see you've cooled that huffy holier-than-thou outlook you were showing us a little while ago. Now we can have a rap session and get to know each other just the way we ought to. Chrissy. The guys here aren't going to blab, you can take our word on that. That it, if you keep putting out the way you just did with good old Ben there."
"Ohhhh!!" Frantic indignation and shame again sent a fiery blush suffusing Christine Bernard's exquisite piquant face, on which there were still glistening tears on her pink-and-white cheeks, tears that made her eyes huge pools of limpid distress behind the sophisticated harlequin glasses. And still reacting ingenuously, her hand pressed even more tightly over her mount of Venus at this intimation that these incredible young male animals hadn't yet finished with her.
"Like I said," Henry's voice broke demandingly in upon her jumbled, feverish thoughts, "we're not exactly dummies, even if you sort of let us know in class you thought we weren't much better. I know that I for one do a lot of reading on the side besides the assignments you hand out, Chrissy. Like for instance, there's a new book by Irving Wallace, The Fan Club. Have you had a chance to read it yet?"
Wordlessly she shook her head, not daring to look up at him, her left arm crooked and her face pressed into the forearm with her chin against her dimpled elbow-niche.
"Well, it's all about some guys who meet in a bar and find out they all have the hots for a gorgeous movie star, you know. And they talk about what a kick it would be to have her put on some private parties for them in bed and have her all to themselves. So they work it out and grab her and keep her for a couple of weeks and have one helluva time. I guess you might say I sort of got the idea about you from that book, Teach. So you see, maybe I'm grateful to English Lit in more ways than one."
His cronies laughed lubriciously at this quip, and again Christine Bernard's lovely face burned with mounting embarrassment.
"Anyhow, you don't have to worry. Monday, we'll be back in class and there won't be a peep out of us. And nobody's going to hear unless you want to talk about it."
"Oh, my God, no! But I still don't see how I can go back and teach-not after-not after this-" she groaned.
"Why, you can sort of pretend ir was like one of the books you're always telling us to read. About using your imagination, you know. When it's over, it'll be over. Of course, we'll have memories-and we'll also have these movies and the Polaroids, don't you ever forget those. That's just in case you want to start getting huffy again, Teach."
"I-I won't-but please-H--Henry-if-if I give you my word I won't-I won't tell anybody-would you-please-please destroy those awful things? Just suppose you were ever to show them even among yourselves, and somebody found out and recognized me-I'd want to die!"
"We'll think about it, Teach, after we see how you behave. Anyway, maybe you want to go to the John again, huh?"
"Y-yes-I would."
"Go ahead. We've got all night and tomorrow too."
"You mean-you aren't going to let me go now, even if I beg you and promise you I won't talk about-about this?"
"Afraid not, Chrissy. You see, we're all in on this. And so far just Ben and I have had our fun. Now that wouldn't be fair to Mack and Bruce and Joey, would it?"
"Oh, God-you mean they're going to-oh, please no-I don't want them to r-rape me-"
"It won't be rape if you don't fight it, Teach," he chuckled knowingly. "Go freshen up and take your time.
Hey, maybe you'd like another burger? The stand's open all night, isn't it, Joey?"
"Sure it is, Hank."
"Oh no-I-I couldn't eat anything-please-can I-can I put some of my clothes back on now? It-it's a little damp and cold in this awful place-"
"You won't be cold too much longer, Chrissy. Now go ahead. We can always spank that cute big tail of yours if you really want to get warmed up, you know." he jibed.
With a flurried little cry of fear and shame, Christine Bernard swiftly rose from the mattress and hurried to the narrow door of the bathroom, disappearing behind it, amid hilarious laughter from the quintet.
"Hey, that uncle of yours must be a shrink or something," Mack Benjamin turned to Henry Ferguson. "I knew you were an egghead, but I sure as hell didn't know how much you knew about broads. Why, you've practically got little Chrissy there eating out of your hand."
"That's not the only place she's going to eat out of," Henry Ferguson bawdily retorted with a broad wink which drew another boisterous burst of laughter.
Joey meanwhile got the blankets and spread them out on the floor not far from the mattress and iron frame. After about fifteen minutes, Christine Bernard emerged from the bathroom, face downcast, hands still pressed against her mount and the other arm crooked over her swelling naked breasts. Hastily she returned to the mattress and seated herself, hunching over, again to diminsh the naked display of herself which she couldn't help making before these profaning male eyes.
"Hew, how about a cigarette, Teach?" Ben Elverson proffered a pack of Luckies from the pocket of his jeans.
Christine Bernard nodded, extended a trembling hand for the cigarette which the eighteen-year-old youth expertly tapped out of the center, and he took out a monogrammed lighter and flicked it for her, leaning to her as he did so with his eyes devouring the dimpled, beautifully hollowed pink-sheened sculptuary of her bare back. "Hey, Hank," he called after he straightened, "the spanking marks on Teach's cute little ass have just about gone."
Christine Bernard uttered a horrified gasp at this obscene comment on her naked charms, and tightened the muscles of her thighs together as her protective hand pressed even more tightly against her mount. She puffed nervously at the cigarette, blinking away the tears that still came to her eyes.
"See, it's a lot better this way," Mack Benjamin gruffly explained. He was standing in front of her, his hands rubbing against the sides of his hips, and already his penis was beginning to ache and bulge against the tight fly of his jeans. "We really like you a lot, Teach, and that's no lie. I mean, not just about this-well, sex stuff. You know what I mean. You know how to put your stuff across in class, and you don't lay too much homework on us. The only trouble is you've been so damn snotty we didn't know what made you tick or if you thought yours smelled-well, yen know what I mean."
Christine Bernard's cheeks turned crimson. It was unbelievable that she should be sitting here naked except for garterbelt and stockings, seated on a dirty mattress which had been her nuptial bed tonight, hearing herself discussed by one of her own pupils who had cut cards for the privilege of having enforced sexual relations with her. She was all mixed up, and yet somehow she understood that by being calm and rational, she had a much better chance of avoiding the humiliation and the discomfort which had been meted out to her when they had bent her over the table and spanked her behind to make her do those awful th-things.
"I-I don't hate any of you, I guess," she said slowly and faintly as she took another faltering puff at her cigarette. "But you certainly can't very well expect me to like what you've been doing to me. Entering that theme and getting me here-"
"Now wait a minute, Teach," Henry Ferguson broke in. "Why don't you be honest and tell us why you really came? One thing we figured, you might just turn the theme over to Dean Munson and let him try to find out who wrote it. Why did you come all by yourself way out here in the sticks?"
"Because-because I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw that awful thing," she lifted her scarlet, exquisitely provocative face to her interlocutor. "It-it was psychopathic-I mean, it shocked me to know that anybody felt about me like that. And the person who wrote that could have been a-well, a sex maniac or something like that, a danger to the whole school. I had to come and find out who it was so I could reason with him and get him to ask for psychiatric help. That's why I came."
"Oh, no you didn't, Teach," Henry Ferguson chuckled. "Deep down inside, maybe you won't admit it to yourself, but you were sort of wondering and maybe even hoping that something like this would happen if you came out here all by yourself."
"Ohhh! That's-that's not true!" she indignantly gasped, staring at him wide-eyed, her hands still pressed tightly over her fluffy pubis. "If it was-well, a nice person who had never done anything like that before and who was a good student, I thought I owed him at least a chance to apologize for it and to show how dangerous it could be if he kept on thinking and acting like that. That's the truth, Henry Ferguson, and I don't care if you believe me or not."
"You talk pretty good, Teach, but then you always did.
Only, when Ben really gave it to that cute little snatch of yours, that was the real Chrissy," was Henry Ferguson's audacious answer.
Once again Christine Bernard gasped, shrunk back against the wall, her other arm huddling over her swelling naked breasts as she stared, absolutely consternated, at this precocious youngster who seemed to probe her innermost feelings and thoughts, even beyond her own comprehension.
"I-I think you're just horrid to talk about things like that, Henry Ferguson! Oh, please-please let me put something on. You don't know how embarrassing their staring at me is when I'm-like-like this!" she stammered, her voice breaking tremulously.
"Uh uh, Teach," he grinningly shook his head. "Somewhere I read that when there was a war and they were interrogating spies, the best way was to strip them all naked because that took away a person's confidence and made them be honest and face up to reality. And right now, the way I see it, and I think the other guys here agree with me, Teach baby, this is the first time you've ever been real down to honest facts with us guys since we came to your class."
"You-you're just dreadful! Can't you imagine what I must be feeling now, soiled and d-damaged-"
"Relax, Chrissy," againg he interrupted her, with an arrogant confidence to his voice that left her stunned by his authoritative and subjugational way of domineering all of this activity which had begun so incredibly from the first moment she had entered this printing shop. "If you know anything about sex at all, Teach, you know that it's only back in the Middle Ages when a girl's cherry was the most important thing in her life because she had to marry a guy and bring it to him or he'd say she was a whore. So we busted your cherry, but that wasn't such a big thing. So maybe you didn't like it at first, but if you want us to show you that movie when Ben was giving it to you, you'll see that maybe your mind didn't like it, but that sweet little pussy of yours sure as hell did."
She uttered a strangled cry of consternation and deepest shame, once again shrinking back against the wall, huddling herself over to minimize the display of bosom and thighs and belly which her nakedness proffered to these grinning five boys who surrounded her. They had greeted Henry Ferguson's apt comment with salacious laughter which made her cringe and shiver and her eyes once again filled with tears.
"No, that's a fact," her stocky initiator relentlessly pursued. "If you married a guy now, Teach, he'd probably be glad you weren't cherry so he wouldn't have to have the mess of busting it on your wedding night. And he'd probably be damn glad you had a little experience so you knew how to wriggle that cute ass of yours and hold on to him with your arms and legs when you were getting it."
"Oh, my God, please stop talking like that, it's vile, it's-disgusting!"
"Oh, sure, I can use fancy words the way my uncle does-I know a lot of them already. But I think I'd rather talk to you the way a guy would who's fucked a cute little bitch and made her know what's what for the first time. It seems to get to you quicker than a lot of high-faluting conversation, Teach."
She bit her lips, averted her face, which burned with a furious crimson from his scathing analysis of her person and her psyche. Never before in all her life had haughty young Christine Bernard been so subjected to turning a pitiless spotlight upon not only her own body but also-and what was most terrifying to her sense of security and self-esteem-her innermost feelings and thoughts.
"So that's why," he continued, "your cherry is gone forever and nothing will bring it back and it doesn't matter anyhow. And since we've got the movies and you're getting some sense enough to agree that talking about this wouldn't do any of us and you especially any good, and since you're going to stay here until tomorrow night, you might just as well make up your mind to look at it like a sort of fun thing. Personally, I think you'll get to like it, and we'll get to like you better and you us. Now isn't that the sensible way to think about things, Chrissy?"
"Oh, no--oh, please-you certainly aren't going to-not any more-I don't think I could-I'm so tired already-and the awful things you've made me do-" she panted.
"Maybe you have to be convinced again with another little spanking, Teach."
"Oh, please don't do that to me! I'd just die of shame!" she pleaded, looking up frantically at him, tears running down her cheeks.
"Well then, why don't you try to put it out of your mind that you're Miss Christine Bernard, English Lit teacher at Midland, and just pretend you're out for a hot weekend with some nice guys who want to make you happy? You can make it easy on yourself and we'll be real good to you. Otherwise, well, the rest of the guys who haven't had their fun might just get the notion that you need taking down a couple of pegs, Chrissy. So what's it going to be?"
The half-smoked cigarette had dropped from her trembling hand, and Mack Benjamin crushed it out with the toe of his loafer. He stood only inches away from her, licking his lips and trembling with the furious desire to convert this dialogue from a conversational into a copulatory one. Already, his vigorous young penis was straining against the crotch of his jeans, and he put his left hand surreptitiously over it and squeezed the groove of the glans as if to force back the bubbling lust-lava which surged along the urethral canal in its yearning to find haven in Christine Bernard's warm tight pink quivering love-core.
"Look at this way, Teach," Henry Ferguson again prompted. "What's done is done, and you've got our word from all of us, that nobody's gonna blab about our little weekend together. And you've also got our word that we won't show these movies and Polaroids around unless we hear that you've gone to the fuzz or Dean Munson. So that just about cancels all the worry all of us might have, you included, Teach. And since you have gotta spend some time here with us till tomorrow night, you might as well have more fun out of it and just let yourself go. You can tell yourself you couldn't have stopped it anyway, because we're five pretty strong and young guys and you're just one naked piece, so there's no use blaming yourself."
"But this is so-so callous, so shameful!" Now she covered her face with her hands and bowed her head, the muscles of her clenched thighs flexing violently. "I-I always thought that sex was to be enjoyed with someone you loved-not like this-so awful and cruel and-"
"Cut out the lecture and the sermon, Chrissy," the stocky youth jeered. "Maybe your mind hated what Ben did to you just now, but your twat sure as hell didn't. And just to prove how wrong you are when you try to talk down to us guys, it's Mack's turn with you now because he won the higher cut for deal ahead of Bruce and then Joey. Besides which, you say you're getting a little cold. Well, Mack'll warm you up real nice. Go ahead, Mack."
"Oh, boy, it sure as hell is about time!" the eighteen-year-old youth panted. Scuffing off his shoes, he pulled off his jeans and sweater, then yanked off his shorts, and was naked except for socks. His organ was of average length, but seemed much larger and more menacing because of the exceptional thickness of the shaft and the exaggeratedly broad plum-shaped format of the glans, whose lips were already tightening and twitching in feverish anticipation of the pleasure to be accorded to it.
"Oh, no-not any more-oh, you're just fiends, you're monsters, to want to do this to me all the time-a woman can't stand so much-oh, please, Henry, have mercy on me-you've got what you wanted from me, won't you all be content now and let me go, I'm begging you humbly, I am!" the young woman frantically wailed, recoiling against the wall.
"No sale, Chrissy," again it was Henry Ferguson who dictated the terms of her capitulation. "We're all going to use safes, so you won't have to worry about getting a baby, that's understood. And you can take your choice: either you be a nice accommodating bitch and let Mack bang you, or we'll hold you down again and we'll maybe spank you first for being so uppity. Hurry up, because Mack can't hold his load back much longer-what's it gonna be, Teach?"
They surrounded her now, avid young hunters pressing in upon their helpless prey, and Christine Bernard shivered at the naked menace in their eyes. She shifted on the edge of the mattress till she was at the very head of it, receding all she could up against the wall as if to vanish through it and escape this nightmarish, unending ordeal of shameful degradation as the plaything of five teen-age youths who had stripped her not only of the veneer or the aloofness but also-although the full moment of her awareness of this wasn't yet at hand-the prudery of her conditioned psyche.
"I guess Teach wants to get warmed up by having her cute little ass fantailed before she fucks, you guys," Henry Ferguson chuckled. "All right, bend her over the table. Mack, you can go into her from there just as well as you can on top."
"I can go into her any way she wants so long as it's done fast, before I lose it," the older boy groaned, cupping his throbbing penis with his right hand and pressing his thumb pad against the meatus to force back the bubbling tides of his young male essence.
But as Bruce Melton and Ben Elverson reached down to seize her by the elbows, Christine Bernard again tearfully capitulated, "Oh, no--don't touch me-don't sp-spank me-I-I'll do what you want-only for God's sake be gentle with me, don't force me-it's so horrible when you do that-oh, please, Henry, give me some time-I'm still sick and-and exhausted from all that's happened to me tonight-please give me a little time, please!"
"Hold it, you guys!" the young master of ceremonies commanded. "Let her go. All right, Teach, but it's understood that you're going to be real nice to Mack when you're ready, understand?"
Her eyes swimming in tears, her head bowed, she nodded helplessly, then again began to weep in soft choking sobs that shook her shoulders and made the magnificent round naked breasts dance and giggle in the most exciting way.
"You can have just five minutes, Chrissy. Then you get on your back and open those cute legs up and let Mack in for a piece, you hear? Otherwise, it's over the table and I'll use Ben's belt on your cute ass myself," Henry Ferguson threatened.
They moved back now, all lighting cigarettes, excitedly whispering among themselves, but their eyes never left the huddling, trembling naked beauty on the mattress. Presently Christine Bernard controlled her sobbing, straightened slowly, her face desolate and her eyes huge and red from all her tears. Once again the provocative mien which those harlequin glasses gave her exquisite face intensified their lust. The naked youth waiting to be next with her now sat down on the edge of the mattress, staring greedily at her.
"You've got two minutes, Teach," Henry Ferguson volunteered. "Now you're not going to fight him off, are you?"
Dolefully she shook her head, not daring to look at her tormentors.
"That's being smart, Teach. And you'll let him do whatever he wants without putting up a big fuss. Let me hear you say it real loud so we can all hear you!"
"I-I'll let him do what he-wants-but please-be-be gentle with me-please-I'm still so-sore down th-there-please have him be g-gentle-" Christine Bernard's voice trailed off as a new series of sobs made her shoulders quake and her magnificent bare breasts bob with an erotic rhythm that was fascinating to behold.
"We'll all be real gentle with you, Chrissy, once you show what a good girl you can be," Henry Ferguson told her. "Ninety seconds to go before your next fuck, Chrissy."
"Ohh-d-don't use those ugly w-words-oh, please, I just can't b-bear it--just can't you-do what you-have to and--and-don't talk?" she moaned.
"But that's being a Puritan, Teach honey, as you ought to know pretty well," he mocked her poignant, ingenuous appeal. "That's the whole trouble with this country, not facing up to the real facts of life. I can see where you got your hangups. Maybe your folks told you sex was dirty and stuff like that, and maybe some guy made a pass at you the first date and you couldn't see him for dirt. I think my Uncle Dan was right when he said we might be doing you a big favor-"
"Oh, my God-but that's just dreadful to say-who is your uncle-I don't even know who he is-oh, the shame of it, to be talked about like that-oh, I want to die, it's so disgraceful!" again she burst into tears.
"You've only got half a minute left now, Chrissy, so you might as well get on your back and spread those cute legs of yours. Mack, her stockings are getting just a little bit wrinkled. Sort of pull them up. I like to see nylons real smooth and tight on a cute girl's legs, specially Chrissy's." Henry Ferguson directed, adding a new nuance of subjugational enslavement to his masterful program for the beautiful aloof Christine Bernard.
Slowly, dejectedly, Christine Bernard twisted and extended her legs along the thick, lumpy, torn mattress. Then, her arms at her sides, her face twisted towards the wall her eyes tightly closed, she abandoned herself.
"Jeez, what a gorgeous cunt Teach has got," Mack Benjamin panted as he leaned towards her, his fingers slyly stroking her left leg from knee to the welt of the beige nylon high on her deliciously rounded thigh. Then delicately, using the tips of both forefingers and thumbs, he took hold of the welt of the stocking-sheath and tugged at it until Henry Ferguson nodded that he was satisfied, and then proceeded to do the same thing to the stocking on her right leg. As his fingers brushed her bare skin, Christine Bernard stiffened and gasped, biting her lips again, and they could see the cords of her neck stand out against the moistly sweating, soft satiny skin.
"Joey, get one of those blankets, double it up, and stick it under Teach's ass," Henry Ferguson now directed.
Christine Bernard's eyes opened and she lifted her head, her lips parting in an expression of shocked dismay at this unforeseen pause in her renewed martyrdom.
Joey hurried up with the blanket while Henry Ferguson commanded, "Raise yourself up a little, Teach, let him stick it under you--there, that's the way. All right, Mack, she's all yours. Remember what I told you."
The doubled blanket had the effect of arching up Chris tine Bernard's loins in the most wantonly inviting manner calculable. The soft pink lips of her vulva gaped and were more prominently proffered, showing the still irritated flesh of her defloration. But now Henry Ferguson imposed a still further delay, precisely calculated to intensify the young woman's mortification. "Here's something you could use, Mack, besides the safe. It'll help give Chrissy more of a thrill and make it easier for you to bang her." With this, delving into the back pocket of his jeans, he pulled out a tube of mentholated cream and tossed it to the naked youth seated on the edge of the mattress beside the quivering, shrinking, helpless, bespectacled young woman.
"I get it, Hank-thanks, hear?" Mack Benjamin chuckled thickly. Unscrewing the tube, he squeezed some of it out onto his right forefinger and then began to dab it over the twitching lips of Christine Bernard's vulva, smearing the entitre area as well as the outer labia.
The warm glowing radiation of the menthol made Christine Bernard squeal and squirm lasciviously as if indeed she had been converted into lascivious and urgent need of the violation that was about to take place on her most intimate flesh. Tears again edging from under her fluttering eyelids, her fingernails digging into her sweating palms as she clenched her little fists and tried to remain stoically resigned to her inescapable fate, she whimpered, "Ohh-it ... hurts-it burns-oh, why are you doing this to me-I said I'd do what you wanted-oh, please, don't hurt me anymore, don't shame me anymore like this-I'm begging you, oh, Henry, you must hate me to do all these awful things to me!"
"Just the opposite, Teach. Now put the safe on, Mack, we wouldn't want our little English Lit teacher to get preggie," Henry Ferguson amusedly remarked.
Mack Benjamin had had a condom clasped in his hand, and he now fitted it carefully, panting heavily as he did so, over his swollen organ.
And now the moment of truth had come once again for Christine Bernard!
Kneeling between her straddled legs, pushing them even more aside to gain complete entry for himself, Mack now set his hands on the fronts of her thighs and, holding them tightly, bowed his head and began to kiss and lick her vulva as well as the outer labia.
"Oh, don't do that--oh, that's shameful-oh, I feel just like an animal when you do an awful thing like that to me-oh, please stop it-do it and get it over with-oh, please do it to me and end it!" Christine Bernard panted, her voice rising shrilly as the osculation of his hot wet mouth began once again to send spasmodic tremors through her wakened loins.
But even as her head began to turn restlessly back and forth and her fists to grab back and forth over the mattress in her duress, Christine Bernard's next destined ravisher halted his oral and lingual homage to her twitching vulva. Kneeling up, he now slid his hands under the blanket which raised her loins so wantonly, and, angling his stiffened, white-sheathed sexual spear towards that jink cleft, inserted himself between the delicate, extraordinarily sensitized lips and pushed slowly forward.
"Ahhh-oh, G-God-oh, please-please not hard-ohhhh!" Christine Bernard caught her breath, and squirmed, her head falling back and her face once again twisting to the wall as she closed her eyes desperately tight-shut.
"Gawd, is she ever tight, does it ever feel good-oh, boy, I just hope I can hold it long enough to give her a real banging," Mack Benjamin panted as he stretched slowly out over her. His hairy chest flattened down her swelling breasts, and his mouth fixed on the bewitching, pulsating hollow of her satiny young throar.
Once again he, just as Ben Elverson before him, could feel the convulsive tensing of her vaginal muscles against, his imbedded manroot. He halted himself there for a long moment, fighting for self-control, taking several deep breaths; and then, squeezing the cheeks of her saucily sounded velvety naked bottom, began the slow rhythmic in-and-out movement of copulation.
Now both her hands drew swiftly back to cover her scarlet, averted face; her body shivered endlessly, her stockinged toes curling this way and that as her feet moved back and forth to frame his mounted body tightly lodged over her and into her sweet saddle.
One of her knees had drawn up into the air, swaying back to bump against the stone wall, and she gasped with the sudden shock of sensation which made her even more wretchedly aware of her sexual surrender to one of her young abductors.
"Show how nice you are, Teach, put your arms around his neck and hold on tight," Henry Ferguson instructed. "Otherwise, we'll think you're still being uppity, and that could lead to a good sound fantailing on the bare!"
"Ohh-y-you're just horrible to me-" Christine Bernard sobbingly blurted. All the same, still keeping her eyes shut and her face turned to the wall, she hesitantly hooked her beautiful pink-and-white skinned arms around her young ravisher's shoulders, drawing a groan of pleasure from Mack Benjamin.
He drew back slowly now to the very brink of her vaginal tract, hovered himself a long pulsating moment to taste the indescribable bliss of feeling her love-walls vibrate and throb as if in impatient yearning for his return-to this dramatic and dynamic extent had Christine Bernard's womanflesh been conditioned, at incredible variance with the prudery of her upbringing and her own narrow and theoretical concepts concerning sexual activity.
Then, without warning, he thrust himself home to the very roots, and she groaned and gasped, arching and squirming under him. The continued and increased warmth of the menthol which he had smeared over the lips of her vulva became a stimulant; his condom-sheathed weapon had rasped some of that sensitizing ointment into her vagina itself, and Christine Bernard now began to feel intolerable palpitations and warmth seething in her narrow love-canal.
She felt, too, the possessive squeezing of his fingers against the succulent base of both her bottomcheeks, and those pinches increased when he thus warned her that he was about to thrust home again. Again she stiffened herself awaiting that eviscerating lunge; and when it came, the force of it wakened new tides of involuntary response from her hips and thighs and even the swelling, firming nipples of her panting breasts flattened under his hairy chest.
He began to kiss her throat and chest now, and now his left hand slipped closer to that shadowy groove between her tensing, squirming bare buttocks as he drew to the brim again, his forefinger edged up against the crinkly rosette of her anus. Christine Bernard uttered a shrill, "Oh, don't do that-noooo-please no!"
But even as she struggled, even as she tried to lift one hip and avert this humiliating indignity, Mack Benjamin's forefinger edged between the puckering lips of her anus and lodged inside her tightening rectum to the knuckle. At the same time, quickening his gait, he thrust again and again at short range, his belly clashing against hers.
Christine Bernard's fingernails clawed at his shoulders, her face twisted this way and that, and now her eyelids drew back, her eyes bulging and glassy with tears, her mouth gaping in a prolonged, wordless cry of "Ohhhouuueeyah-rouuuu!!!!"
Then both her knees flung up into the air, yawning widely, only to clash over his sinewy naked buttocks, as she felt herself wrenched apart by a cataclysmic force that defied all her scruples and strength and pride. Her body quaked and jerked, adhering to his, till even in her vague blackening oblivion, she could feel the grind of her belly to that of her ravisher.
She felt the explosive jut of his essence into the skintight thin receptacle which housed his rampant weapon. And that in turn triggered her own unwanted, overpowering response. Her head fell back, her arms flung out almost in cross, as she lay whimpering and gasping in the throes of orgasmic completion.
And there could be no more doubt that Christine Bernard had become a woman at last, brought to primal and honest surrender even against her fastidious and haughty will and narrowly selfish female ego.