Chapter 8
Just as the dope addict approaches the time for another fix, the Barbers found themselves in need of another erotic adventure.
They had a few drinks from the bottle in the clubroom and proudly regarded the bulletin board on the wall; the "Honor Roll" they called it, where each specimen of female pubic hair was tied with a bit of red ribbon and lined up on display.
After two drinks apiece, Lee Havens put the bottle away because they couldn't risk being undone by drunkenness. From that point on, they had to get charged up by recollections of their victims. There were eighteen samples of pubic hair on the board. Some were long, straight, silky; others curly, thick tangled. The colors tended toward a pattern. As Art Belden said, "Funny how most cunt hair is mousy brown. It never looks anything like the hair on their heads."
"Not number five there," Lee Havens said, pointing. "It's black as night Remember that broad?"
"Do I!" Mack Spain said dreamily. "She had the nicest mouth I ever shoved my cock into. She was the one that sucked. She wrapped her tongue around the head of my prick and wrestled with it.
Art Belden laughed. "She was probably just trying to keep you from knocking her tonsils down her throat."
"Number twelve was my favorite. She kicked and fought and battled. But when I shoved my cock into her, she was already creaming, and all she did was whimper like she'd never had it so good."
"Remember sixteen?" Art Belden said. "I could hardly keep my hand over her mouth. I could hear her."
"Uh-huh. She kept yammering, "How dare you! How dare you!"
"And when I touched her asshole with my finger, I thought she was going to go straight up in the air and carry me up with her."
"She was a fighter, all right. Shaving her cunt was like castrating a bull."
"She was one I expected to go to the cops."
"It's funny about that," Lee Havens said. "Out of that bunch, you'd certainly expect a squeal from one or two. But there hasn't been a peep."
"I think there would have been if we'd just hauled them into the bushes and humped them. I think it's the shaving. There must be big shame in a girl from losing her cunt hair. It's the only reason I can think of for none of them making a beef."
"After all," Mack Spain murmured, "we didn't actually hurt any of them."
"Maybe," Art Belden said, "they figured they'd have to show their cunts to the cops as evidence, and it's like Mack said. They're touchy about displaying a naked pussy."
Lee Havens chuckled. "Can't you just hear all those explanations?"
"What explanations?" Mack Spain wanted to know."
"Explanations to boyfriends-the guys who are fucking those broads. Each one of them thinking up a good reason for shaving their cunts."
"Look, are we going to stall around here all night? It's time to get going or all the babes will be home in bed."
Keyed to high, keening expectations, they waited at their favorite spot on the mall after carefully patrolling the whole area to make sure the law wasn't crouched in wait behind a tree somewhere.
The ideal spot for their raids on the persons of unsuspecting women was in the middle of the mall where thick bushes came right up to the winding path. And strangely, they thought, one or two unescorted females took that path every night.
Crouching in the bushes, they watched two couples meander by. Then their victim showed up. She had to pass a fight some twenty yards down so they always got a good look at her, and this one made them all happy; a slim, dark-haired girl with long, lovely legs sticking down out of a high miniskirt.
Just the kind of a broad a guy dreams about, Mack Spain thought as he got set. The kind a guy can go home and jerk off over all night!
He was playing the role of the lead man this time. That meant that he made the initial attack. The girl was allowed to get a couple of steps past him, whereupon he accosted her from behind.
It was vitally necessary to get a hand over her mouth instantly to stop that first yell of fear. Just ahead, Lee Havens was waiting with a high power flashlight to blind the girl.
Their timing and courage had been perfected by many successful assaults, and tonight things went off perfectly. Mack's hand went hard over the girl's mouth as the blazing light flashed into her eyes. Art Belden was there to get his arms around her, and they began moving her swiftly through the bushes to the open spot they'd found where the job would be done.
Mack's other hand went automatically up between the girl's legs from behind. He got the surprise of his life. Investigating swiftly, he arrived at quick conclusions and voiced hem.
"Hey, you guys, this broad's just been fucked!"
'How can you tell that?" Art Belden demanded.
"She's got no pants on for one thing. She's bare-assed. And her box is the wettest. The guy's come is running out of her."
"I'll be damned!" Lee Havens muttered as they hurried the protesting girl along.
"What happened must have been that she was at the guy's place getting it, and then she was late and headed out in a hurry. Not even waiting to put her pants back on."
"Could be," Art Belden said. "Her nips are standing up hard as rocks."
"I wonder why her boy friend didn't walk her home?"
"Maybe," Lee Havens laughed, "because he was too weak. "Maybe she fucked the prick right off of him."
Mack Spain investigated further. The girl's whole body jerked in indignation.
"Her asshole's slippery, too. Looks like he did a bugger job on her, among other things."
Their frank, open references were not accidental. Treating their victim thus contemptuously, like an unthinking animal, was an integral part of the way they got their kicks.
Art Belden, who had been scheduled for that part of it, grumbled "Well, I'm damned if I'm going to suck some other guy's come out of a broad's cunt. I pass the job."
Both the other men laughed. "Well wipe it out for you, pal," Mack Spain said.
"Come on," Lee Havens said. "I can't wait to get my cock into her mouth."
Reaching the site where the ravishment would take place, they threw the girl down on her back and flashed the light over her to see exactly what sort of a prize chance had brought them. Pulling her skirt high, Art Belden whistled softly.
"Wow! The jackpot. Look at those legs! Look at that ass!"
Flashing the light hard into the girl's eyes, blinding her for some time to come, Lee Havens growled, "Well, spread her gams and pull them up so we can see her ass. You keeping it a secret or something?"
Complete inspection was made with the girl's legs pulled wide, her feet high above her head.
"Beautiful, just beautiful," Lee Havens chuckled. "You're right about her being fucked recently. She's as juicy as a squashed orange."
"Did he cornhole her, too?"
Lee Havens used his finger to investigate, checking like a diagnostician. "Definitely. She's had it in the ass also. Not the first time, either. She's elastic. She can take two fingers without a quiver."
"Maybe there were two guys," Mack Spain said. "Maybe they sandwiched her."
"It's possible."
"You're going to have a tough time getting that wet hair off."
"Oh, I don't think so. We've put loads into other ones without having trouble."
"Let's strip this one stark naked. I'm getting tired of leaving half their clothes on."
"Let's just get on with it," Mack growled. "Use your cock to shut her up. My hand's getting tired."
Lee Havens unzipped and removed his penis, already in a state of rigid erection. He straddled the girl, seating himself on her big, soft breasts. The transfer was ticklish business. The form of torment to come was effective in stopping a scream, but the exchange had to be made quickly.
Lee Havens grasped the girl's ears in order to keep her from moving her head away.
"Ready," he said.
Then, as the girl's mouth opened, possibly to yell a protest at the finger that went roughly up her anus at that moment, Lee Havens thrust his penis in.
The girl began to struggle anew, but with Lee sitting on her chest holding her head tilted so that her face was toward his belly and the other two rapists holding her down, she had little chance.
"Ahhhh," Lee Havens sighed. "Beautiful. A lovely mouth. Go to work, baby. The faster you work, the sooner it will be over."
There was silence except for breathing brought on by the exertion and the girl's gargled protests.
"How about it?" Mack Spain asked.
"She's a sensible girl," Lee Havens said, "She's sucking. Ahhh! That's it, baby. Use your tongue. Wow!"
A sudden, choked effort at screaming and renewed struggle brought an apology from Lee.
"Sorry, honey. I forgot myself." Then to the others: "I went clear down her throat. She isn't used to really eating a cock. Evidently, her boy friend uses her other end." Another pause before Lee Havens breath quickened.
"Oh oh! There it comes!"
There was no doubt that he ejaculated fully and ecstatically. The girl fought desperately and when he withdrew, she began to cough and choke and gag.
"Turn her over on her belly," Lee Havens directed.
It was done quickly and was partially an act of mercy. Face downward, the girl was better able to handle the semen that had been delivered deep in her throat.
She was so busy doing this, perhaps experiencing sickness from an unfamiliar sexual aberration, that she did not fight when Mack Spain mounted her from behind and inserted his eager penis.
At least one thing had been accomplished by the group who called themselves the Barbers. They had grown close. There was no embarrassment between them. Thus, Mack Spain enjoyed violating the new victim as intensely and overtly as though he were quite alone with her.
He rutted her with intense concentration, wringing rising pleasure from each hard in-drive. His enthusiasm brought smothered grunts from the girl as his belly continued to slam down on her bare buttocks.
His efforts drew compliments from the others. Lee Havens chuckled, "When Mack fucks them, they stay fucked."
"Uh-huh," Art Belden added. "It's a thrill they don't forget for a long time. This broad's enjoying it whether she admits it or not."
"Where have you got it, Mack? In her ass or her gash?"
Mack Spain was too busy to reply, so his questioner merely reached between the girl's legs and checked manually.
"How's he doing it?"
"He's cunting her. Personally, I'd rather have a crack at that asshole."
"Too bad you've got the other job."
Mack Spain delivered his ejaculation in a wild climax and from the changed tone of the girl's moans, both the other men felt he'd gotten to her. There seemed to be more pleasure than anguish in her tones.
As Mack Spain, ecstatically spent, rolled off the girl's lovely, spread posterior, the last act of the rape was gotten under way. Art Belden rolled the exhausted victim over on her back. As she lay there panting, he spread her legs again and straddled her backwards, coming down to his knees.
Lee Havens put his hand over her mouth as Art Belden put her knees under each of his arms to hold her open. Then he took his handkerchief and wiped her whole crotch as dry as he could get it.
"She's still creaming a little," he said. "This chick's got real capacity. She could probably take it until tomorrow morning without drying up."
He carefully clipped out the curly black sample from the thickest part of her pubic growth, low on her belly, and put it into his wallet. Then, with Mack Spain holding the light, he clipped the whole surface as closely as possible before using the dry shaver.
This caused the girl the most concern, especially when Art Belden came to the neighborhood of her clitoris. There was a surprised grunt from under the restraining hand and then a series of moans as she heaved her hips up and down in rhythm with the shaver.
Lee Havens laughed. "They always give themselves away when they're getting frigged with that thing. They can't help showing that they're having fun."
"I wonder how many times this one can blow her cunt?"
"Probably till morning. But we haven't got time to find out."
The shaving was completed. They inspected the handiwork with the light and found it good. The girl was now totally hairless over the whole area.
"God, they look funny shaved," Mack Spain said. "I never have gotten used to looking at a hairless cunt."
"I'll bet it itches like hell while it's growing back," Lee Havens said.
"Ok," Mack Spain interjected. "Let's get out of here. No use stretching our luck."
He'd checked the girl's purse for identification- they liked to know the names of their victims-and then the light was again flashed deep into the girl's eyes to blind her.
They left her standing there swaying drunkenly from the abuse and the multiple orgasms to which she'd been subjected. Her knees were weak and she teetered dangerously as she pawed blindly about, naked and helpless.
The Barbers left quietly, sure, as always, that they would be safe.
Fifteen minutes later, possibly while the girl was still there in the bushes gaining enough strength to go home, they were in a bar having a late one, three respectable young employees of Farnwell.
But this time, there wasn't quite the hilarity and good fellowship they exhibited on previous occasions. There was a dampness to the festivities, and finally Art Belden voiced the mutual concern: "You know-I think we were a little hard on that broad."
"Hard on her?"
"We didn't hurt her."
"No, we didn't exactly hurt her, but we were rougher than usual. This time, we dumped a load down her throat.
"And I did get my nuts off in her twat."
"And it was the first time we ever deliberately frigged a girl with that electric shaver. If she came while it was going on, ok. But you deliberately vibrated her clit until she went almost crazy."
"What point are you trying to make?"
"That we've got to either quit or start exerting some discipline over ourselves. We can't let the thing sneak up on us, so to speak. What I mean is that when we started, just pulling a broad's pants down and looking up her defenseless cunt was a bang. I blew my nuts the first time just looking at a gash. But now that's not enough. We get to need more and more to get our kicks. Pretty soon, what we're doing now won't satisfy us. We'll have to think up new gimmicks, and they'll have to be rougher and rougher."
"You have got a point," Mack said. "Tonight was the first time I actually tormented a broad. I put that razor right on her clit. I wanted to keep blowing her until she went nuts or unconscious."
"We're lucky she could take it. A different one and she'd have run away screaming in hysteria."
"Uh-huh. We've got to be more careful."
"You're right. We don't want to jeopardize our jobs."
On that sober note, they broke up and went home.