Chapter 4
He awoke painfully to find that someone had covered his naked body with a blanket. He lay there for a while, letting the physical properties of the room begin to register within his addled brain. Events of the night before were still very vague, but he remembered, if somewhat obscurely, that he had behaved in some instances in a most disgusting manner. He sat up and looked around him. There was no one in the spacious living room, though emptied bottles and overturned ashtrays abounded. The walls in some places were streaked with dried liquid and the carpet was muddy from the shoes of the previous night's guests. The furniture was disarranged — one rocking chair lay upon its side and a coffee table was overturned upon the sofa.
The bedroom door opened. He swiveled his head toward the sound to see Beatrice Holman emerge, clad in an orange bathrobe. She came to Neubarth, smiling as though he were an arriving guest and she was most happy to see him.
"Would you like some coffee, Professor Neubarth?" she asked in a syrupy voice. "It will only take a moment." Without waiting for his reply, she moved towards the kitchen, apparently bent upon proving herself the ideal hostess.
Didn't she remember? Neubarth wondered. It seemed incredible to him that she could have any memory of the previous evening and still maintain herself as though she had not behaved like the most wanton of sluts.
The front door opened and Ted Rhadaman entered, followed closely by Louise, and behind her, the man Neubarth knew as Harry. They were all three neatly dressed, and appeared well scrubbed and fresh of countenance too. Neubarth grabbed at his blanket, wound it more tightly around him, and remained sitting there, though his face twisted into an expression of perplexity.
"Louise, what about Farley?" Neubarth asked. "My God, he's been home alone all this time! He must think that we've been in an accident!"
"Now, now, darling," she said, moving over to him and running a hand through his hair. "It's all been taken care of. I've called mother and asked her to stay with him for a couple of days."
A couple of days. A couple of days. The words revolved in his mind, but found no touclipoint with logic.
"What on earth can you mean?" he asked in a loud voice. He got to his feet and, retaining his tight hold on the blanket, stared at his smiling wife. "I have classes to teach!"
Rhadaman moved forward, gently nudging Louise aside. She went over to the couch and sat down.
"That's been taken care of, too, Professor," Rhadaman said. Your wife called the dean and had you excused for the rest of the week. Because of ... illness." Rhadaman smiled broadly, revealing a mouthful of gleaming white teeth. His eyes drilled into those of Neubarth, who felt a weird chill immediately begin to pulse within him. The eyes were as blank, and as lacking in warmth, as tiny sheets of ice.
"No!" yelled Neubarth. "You dirty son of a bitch!" He threw himself towards Rhadaman, intent upon destroying the strange menace that emanated from the youth's terrible eyes. Rhadaman, however, sidestepped Neubarth's rush neatly, so that the enraged man's swinging fist fell instead upon the side of Harry's head. The recipient of the blow fell over backwards, and Neubarth fell on top of him. The blanket came off and floated down onto the carpet to lie in a heap. The man beneath him began to weep, shrieking through his tears, "He hit me! Oh, he hit me!" and Neubarth rolled off to the side and looked back in amazement at this tall, well-built man who was sobbing like a woman.
"You see, Professor," said Rhadaman from the sofa, where he was reposing contentedly beside Louise, "Harry is just a little bit gay. So he just despises being struck."
Beatrice Holman came into the room, attracted by the noise. She gasped when she saw Harry lying full-length on the floor, and ran to his side to begin caressing his contorted face and brow.
"Have they hurt my baby? Has the mean man hit him?" She cradled his head against her gargantuan bosom and began to rock gently, as though the crying man were an infant.
Neubarth stared at the spectacle, dumbfounded. He was oblivious of the fact that he was sitting there in the nude until Rhadaman said in an unctuous voice: "I do believe your privates are showing, Professor." Neubarth snatched up the blanket and rewound it around his paunchy middle. Louise laughed. He looked at her to see that she had a glass of liquor in her hand and was sipping from it.
Harry's sobs subsided, and Beatrice patted his head comfortingly and got up. "Would you like your coffee now, Professor?" Neubarth stared at her. Were they all mad, he wondered. He had surmised that Harry and Beatrice were husband and wife, and he couldn't understand why the woman showed so little anger over the matter of her husband being struck down. She must be used to seeing him humiliated, he decided.
"No," said Rhadaman, answering for him, "the Professor doesn't care for any coffee. He would prefer a drink." The grinning Ted held out a bottle of scotch. His eyes were filled with varicolored lights, which made Neubarth dizzy as he looked back into them.
"No, no," he managed to say. "I couldn't drink so early in the morning."
"It's five o'clock in the afternoon, Victor." Louise said with a laugh.
Neubarth arose slowly, then walked with hesitant steps to the sofa and took the offered scotch bottle along with an empty glass. He sat down beside Louise, filled the glass to the brim, and drank off half of it. He gagged slightly, but nevertheless returned the glass to his mouth and drank some more.
"Uh, after you finish your drink, Professor, you'd better get dressed," Ted Rhadaman said. "Some lovely people like those we had here last night are due to arrive in a few minutes. And there is one guest coming whom you should be most interested in." He grinned like an executioner who had just swung his axe in a perfect downstroke.
Neubarth hurriedly got up and, after searching around a bit, found his clothes lying in a little pile near the card table. He was directed to the bathroom, where he showered, washed up, and then clambered into his rather soiled clothing.
At a little after six, the evening's guests began to dribble in. Neubarth saw very few people that he could remember from the night before. He was seated in the comfortable rocking chair, and he drank moderately from the cocktail glass that he held, which never seemed to empty completely before Beatrice Holman, who was acting as a sort of barmaid, refilled it. She saw to it that all guests who arrived were supplied with a drink even before they were introduced to the company at large.
The whiskey, abetted by the generous portion of alcohol still in Neubarth's bloodstream, seemed to shoot directly to his brain, so that his agitated thoughts had long since quieted, and his senses in general were becoming more and more numbed. He felt very relaxed. It was like lying in bed in the morning, stretching and feeling the voluptuous tiredness which was a residue of the night's sleep still lingering in one's bones. He let a mouthful of the amber liquid roll against his tongue and teeth, and he savored the distinctly masculine taste of the scotch before he gulped it down.
The door opened to admit another guest, and Neubarth turned his head in that direction, ready to meet the newcomer with an amiable smile. A young woman came into the room. Neubarth saw the bursting fullness beneath her dress front, and knew before he had even looked at her face, that this was Marnie. She looked around the room. Her eyes drifted over Professor Neubarth as though he were just another stranger, though he fastened his eyes upon her, unable to divert his gaze from this vision of youthful loveliness. She was even more attractive than he remembered her having been. Her short brown hair gleamed beneath the subdued lights, the golden highlights springing into sight gemlike. The face her beautiful hair framed was pink and fresh-looking and her breasts bulged tightly against the blue fabric of her very short dress. The skirt fell to a point about eight inches above her knees, revealing firm, unstockinged thighs and calves. As she accepted a drink from Beatrice, and walked across the room toward Rhadaman, Neubarth watched the full muscles of her buttocks move like twin animals beneath the fabric of her abbreviated dress. A surge of his old feeling for her hit him, accompanied by the familiar stirrings of lust.
The music started again — the same kind of music that had played the night before, its rhythm frantic and including no distinguishable melody. Neubarth wanted to get up and go to Marnie, then begin some conversation with her. It would be a little embarrassing, he decided, but if she responded in a friendly fashion it would be worth it. More and more people arrived, and soon the living room was every bit as crowded as it had been the night before. The people laughed among themselves, and talked so that the sounds of their conversations wafted to Neubarth's ears collectively, and seemed to them like the purring of a great machine. The rocking chair and the liquor had soothed him into a sort of torpor, and though he was tempted to just sit and continue to drink, the excitement of seeing Marnie triggered him into getting up and starting in her direction.
He moved with great difficulty through the clustered groups of people, keeping his eye upon the general area where he knew Rhadaman and Marnie to be sitting. He had almost worked his way to them when he heard the sounds of applause, and derisive catcalls. To his left, he saw what appeared to be a woman prancing around before a noisy group of people. She was dressed in a long, black dress with lacy sleeves, and wore very high heels She grinned and fluttered her hands extravagantly and spun around on the toe of one shoe. Neubarth perceived that the long blonde hair on the dancer's head was a wig. It almost came off a few times, but each time that it teetered, the dancer reached up and replaced it. Neubarth suddenly recognized the grimacing face behind the perspiration-runneled cosmetic powder. It was Harry! The costumed man seemed to be in ecstasy. He alternately danced a few steps, then strutted around in little circles with a mincing walk. He behaved as though he were showing off a new outfit which he was very proud of. And indeed, such seemed to be the case. He ran his hands down his sides lingeringly, like a woman reveling in the bountiful curves of her body. Except in his case, there were no curves. He also patted his flat chest, stroking the black cloth as though caressing a pair of full breasts. Although he was vaguely appalled by the scene, Neubarth felt forced to join in the shouts of merriment which emanated from the absurd man's grouped audience.
He saw Ted Rhadaman's distinctively red hair moving above the crowd to Harry. Neubarth pressed his way forward, so as to see what new events might be in the making. Upon reaching the front of the pack, he immediately saw Marnie's ripe-bodied figure beside Rhadaman's angular frame. He also saw Beatrice Holman standing near Harry, and laughing hilariously at his antics. Louise was there, too, standing back in the crowd. Neubarth could see that she held a whiskey glass.
Rhadaman motioned for the people to be silent so that he might say something. "Well, how do you all like the lovely lady?" Harry curtsied and the crowd applauded.
"I thought we might introduce a little variation to the sweet thing's show." Ted reached out and plucked Harry's cheek, who then giggled like an excited woman. "I'm about to show you how this strange breed ... he gestured towards Harry, " ... makes 'the beast with two backs'. Except in this case there will be only one back."
Harry's smile vanished, and his large blue eyes expressed pure terror.
"Teddie!" he stuttered. "You can't mean it! Not in front of all of them!" He pointed with a shaking hand towards the attentive audience.
"Oh my yes, honey, I do indeed mean it." His grin never subsiding, Rhadaman clutched Harry's shoulder and pushed him violently down onto his face. The man's nose hit the carpet with a substantial impact, and it began to bleed. The dark red blood pooled up under his head, which was pressed against the floor, and Neubarth could hear muffled sobs coming from Harry's twisted mouth. Rhadaman picked up the ends of Harry's long gown, and tossed the garment up over the crying man's shoulders. Beneath the dress Harry wore men's boxer shorts, which Ted slowly pulled downwards over the hairy flanks. Harry's quaking and masculinely -haired buttocks were exposed. Ted curtly told him to get up on his knees but to keep his head down. Harry quickly complied, and Rhadaman bent down and spread the cheeks of the untanned buttocks to reveal the hair-fringed, puckered crater of his victim's anus.
"This is one of the seats of sweetie's rather aberrant delights," he announced to the crowd, who had grown strangely silent.
A portly man pushed himself forward. "This is shameful!" he said loudly. "Stop this right now!"
He walked to Ted and reached down to grab him. He never completed the gesture, however, because Rhadaman looked up at him and fixed a gaze upon him which caused even Neubarth, in his comparatively remote position, to feel a little dizzy. The man stumbled back, and Rhadaman said in a low voice, "Do you wish to be next, sir?"
The man turned and pushed his way rapidly through the people, who parted before his flight, slammed against the front door, grappled with the knob for a moment, then ran outside.
In the meantime, Rhadaman had extracted a little tube from his pocket, and was busy applying what looked like hand cream to the dark cleft between Harry's buttocks. His protuberant backside shook with fear and shame, and he moaned repeatedly, though the moans became shrill cries when Rhadaman dropped his pants, bent over Harry's upraised buttocks, and began making forceful thrusts with his erect penis. The shocked audience drank heavily during the degenerate exhibition, seeking to remove some of the embarrassment that almost all of them felt. Ted finished, drew back, and pulled up his pants. Harry remained as he was for a moment, crying very audibly now. A small trickle of blood dripped from the groove in his violated rear and added its small volume to the blood already on the carpet from his bloody nose.
The participants then went their separate ways. Harry, still crying and still clad in the ludicrous black dress, went to the bedroom to recuperate from his ordeal, and Ted Rhadaman returned to the couch where he had been sitting earlier. Marnie was at his side. Beatrice followed Harry into the bedroom, probably to commiserate with him. Neubarth continued to drink quite heavily, and began to think of going to Marnie again. The fact that she was in the company of Rhadaman was a little intimidating to him, more so now that he had seen him enact such a savage attack upon poor Harry's body. But Marnie was there, and she was beautiful. She was once mine, Neubarth thought. He remembered how startlingly huge her unclad breasts had been, how her firm muscles had kept the monolithic risings of flesh in an upright position. They had sagged hardly at all. And the crisp foliage between her plump thighs. It was too much. He made his way toward the sofa, running some fragments of possible opening conversational gambits through his mind.
He came to a halt before the couple on the couch and tried to stand without teetering.
"Hello, Marnie," he said. "It's been quite a while since I've seen you." She didn't acknowledge his presence, though Ted looked up with his now familiar grin. "Almost time for final exams, eh?" Neubarth continued falteringly.
Marnie agreed that it was indeed, and Neubarth, taking her reply as an indication that he had regained her favor, quickly took a seat by her side and continued a monologue of irrelevant banter. He talked about the lovely weather they were having, about the fact that he was personally glad that the school year was almost over, and then again about the warm weather. He remarked that the summerlike temperatures made even a man of his years feel like hitting the "old swimming hole." He concluded with a laugh, then looked anxiously to the girl, hoping to see her exhibit a response of some sort. Finally, Marnie did look at him. She managed a timid smile, which made Neubarth's hearth thump at a rapid pace. He felt assured, and gratified, that that episode in his office had apparently been forgotten. Then the three of them, even Ted, laughed and joked among themselves, while the party grew in intensity around them.
Looking up now and then, Neubarth saw Louise several times during the next hour. She always seemed to have a glass in her hand, and moved with increasing unsteadiness through the milling crowd. Neubarth glanced up on one occasion to see her standing very close to a young man, smiling up at him coquettishly, and touching his arm a little too often. One strap of her party dress had come off her shoulder, and her diminutive right breast threatened to pop out of its scant covering.
Neubarth paid her little attention, however. He was too engrossed in Marnie's gleaming teeth and in the palely lipsticked lips that curved away from them as she smiled. He glanced down at her breasts very often, and he had to exercise a great deal of self-discipline to keep himself from reaching over and cupping a hand around one of the mountainous projections that stood out behind her dress. The liquor was rapidly going to his head, however, so that eventually he slid slowly up beside her so that their thighs touched. He sidled his hand up onto her meaty thigh and then continued the conversation as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. She did not repulse him, but seemed to lean even further towards him. Her breast prodded disturbingly against his shirt.
Without announcing his departure, Ted got up and melted into the seething crowd. Neubarth took advantage of his being alone for the first time with the girl, to request that she accompany him to the kitchen for a drink of water. They both got up, and Neubarth took Marnie's hand as they walked toward the kitchen door. Once inside, Neubarth, to make things look authentic, got a drink of water, then stepped back to the girl, who was leaning against a cupboard. He put his arms around her, and she leaned into him, acting as though she had been waiting for this embrace to take place. Their lips met softly, and then the pressure increased, and their tongues lunged feverishly against the sides of each other's mouths. The girl drew back, and with eyes closed and lips wetly parted, she panted, "Oh Victor, I want you so much! I've wanted to feel your body against mine for such a long time!"
Neubarth groaned with excitement, and directed his shaking hand to the girl's quivering breast. His tight clutch of the taut mound caused Marnie to writhe with delirious pleasure. She gasped hoarsely into his ear. He fumbled at the buttons on the front of her dress, got several of them undone, and pulled the opening apart. Marnie's white hillocks cascaded into the gap, their ruby tips already rising into hard little plums, and Neubarth dropped his face down onto one ivory outcropping of youthful meat, and ran his tongue over the smooth flesh, until he reached the crimson knot of her nipple. He bit into it softly, then sucked strongly at it, feeling the lump of flesh bulge even more inside his mouth. "Ah! ah!" she exhaled, while gripping the back of his neck, and pulling him in closely between the immense cushions. After a while, Neubarth lifted himself from her and rather frantically directed her over to the kitchen table, then lifted her onto the white table cloth.
Neubarth divested himself of his shorts and pants hastily, while Marnie finished taking off her dress. She lay there with only the transparent flimsiness of her panties preventing her from being totally nude. Neubarth saw the dark shadow of her pubis through the thin silk and, unable to contain himself any longer, ripped them from her. She immediately spread her legs in anticipation, allowing the dark brown clump of hair to part and reveal the dripping wet inner reaches of her vagina, which shone like a newly opening rose blossom under the lights. He rose up onto the table between her legs, dropped his body upon her and grabbed his penis, using it like a fat finger to pummel her rigid clitoris. She gripped his buttocks like a tightening vise, and he felt her nails bite into his flesh. Unable to manipulate her clitoris any longer without ejaculating, he thrust forward, and his distended penis sank into her ready vagina so completely that part of his scrotum intruded also. They began to pump in mutual rhythm, and the table creaked under them. Neubarth reached climax rather quickly, owing to his over-excited state, but continued to pump anyway, while the last vestiges of his outpouring sperm flooded into Marnie's saturated grotto. She kept up the incessant grinding motion of her loins after Neubarth's penis had begun to lose its erection, and he reciprocated for as long as he could, finally letting his weight relax upon her.
Lying as he was, with his head beside Marnie's, Neubarth smelled the sweet musky odor of marijuana. He partially raised his head to see Ted Rhadaman leaning against the cupboard. The youth gazed at them with interest, and puffed at a twisted, brown cigarette. He had apparently entered the room while Neubarth and Marnie were at the height of sexual excitement, and too distracted to notice his arrival.
"Well," said Rhadaman, flicking his smoldering cigarette butt into the sink, "that was at least a little entertaining, but Professor ... I hope for Marnie's sake that you develop a bit more sexual stamina." He grinned broadly, and his hair glowed like fire. "I suggest that you both get dressed now," he continued, "and accompany me out to the living room. Beatrice's niece, Holly, has just arrived, and I'm sure you'd both like to meet her." He walked over to the table and gave Neubarth a perfunctory pat on the rump, at which the man slid off the table and rapidly began to don his clothing. Rhadaman helped Marnie up to a sitting position, and made some complimentary remark about the fullness of her breasts. He then stroked one of them, running his finger down the long slope, and gently tweaking the nipple. The great mound vibrated under his touch. Neubarth was about to tell him to keep his hands off her, but he caught sight of Rhadaman's eyes in the shadow created by his bent head. They were as gray and blank as a blanket of fog, like the eyes of a corpse. He suddenly looked up to see Neubarth watching him, and the colors danced again deep within indefinitely colored irises.
"Hurry up," he said, and walked past them to the door into the living room.
"And Holly, this is Professor Victor Neubarth. Professor ... Holly Ramsdale, our lovely hostess's niece." Rhadaman concluded the introduction, and Holly bowed slightly to Neubarth. She looked to be a girl of about sixteen, and she had a pleasantly fresh, well-scrubbed look about her. A little patch of freckles adorned the bridge of her nose, and her lower lip was much fuller than her upper, which lent a sensual caste to her youthful face. Her slight body had bloomed prematurely. Her breasts, though not fully developed, pressed out tightly against the fabric of a dress that looked too small to Neubarth. Her hips had apparently begun to widen and they strained at the meager confines of her outgrown summer dress. As she turned to go, Neubarth saw that her buttocks were unusually protuberant. She really should wear a girdle, Neubarth thought, as he watched the jutting hummocks of her too-obvious rear quiver deliciously as she walked away to lose herself in the crowd.
The recent sexual exertion had sobered Neubarth, so with Marnie on his arm, he went in search of something to drink. They acquired a whole fifth of good scotch, two glasses, and after Neubarth had pushed a man who had passed out from drunkenness off from the couch, a place to sit. Marnie lay back, propped her legs up on Neubarth's lap, and they both sat sipping the tangy scotch. The party seethed around them, guffaws and screams of delight hung in the smoke-filled air, the stereo continued its bombastic outcry, and people lurched about here and there. Neubarth amused himself by running his hand up over the supple muscles of Marnie's long legs. Her smooth thighs were very warm to the touch, as the bodily heat that she had generated during their lovemaking session on the kitchen table had not yet evaporated. Neubarth slid his hand up the yielding flesh until he reached the crotch of her panties, and was just starting to stroke the little rise of silk-covered hair and flesh when he heard Ted Rhadaman's voice boom out from across the room.
"Gather around, ladies and gentlemen! I've arranged another little item of delectation for us all!"
Neubarth and Marnie both got up and walked towards the sound of his voice. They had been enjoying their comfortable interlude on the sofa, but the intense quality of Rhadaman's voice had prodded the curiosity in them both. Whatever else he might be, Neubarth thought, the young man is indeed an inventive master of ceremonies. They worked their way through the gathering people until they stood very near the front. A large table stood on end against the wall, and Rhadaman held Holly Ramsdale by the hand. The girl had obviously drank an unaccustomed amount of liquor since Neubarth had last seen her, for she was very unsteady on her feet and she giggled often for no apparent reason.
"We're going to play a game, with sweet Holly here as our willing subject," Rhadaman announced, as the audience applauded. "Well need four or five belts," he continued. Several men stripped theirs off and handed them to Rhadaman. Neubarth began to feel a little uneasy about what Rhadaman might have in mind for the lovely young girl. He looked around for Beatrice, but she was nowhere in sight, nor could he see Louise anywhere. Even if the game got out of hand, he knew there was no stopping the diabolical Rhadaman, so, he decided, one might as well enjoy what was about to happen.
Rhadaman extracted a handkerchief from one of his pockets, and after binding Holly's eyes with it, spun her around. "Oooh," she yelled, and laughed as though it were all great fun. She almost fell down from the dizziness inspired by the spinning and her own drunkenness.
"Now this is going to be very enjoyable for you, Holly," Rhadaman said in a tone one uses when trying to persuade a child or a puppy to do something. She laughed in a high, childlike voice, greatly caught up in the excitement of it all. Neubarth began to feel sick. She is so young, he thought, and she doesn't know of the bestiality of this Rhadaman. He started to turn and leave, but the crowd behind him was packed in solidly, their heads straining to see the impending spectacle.
Rhadaman pushed Holly gently back against the table.
"What are we going to do, Ted?" she asked in a gay voice.
"Just hold your arms up, Holly," he said, "and the fun will begin very soon."
She immediately complied, and Rhadaman looped one of the belts around her wrist and then knotted the leather up around one leg of the uptilted table. He did the same with her other wrist, and then bent to secure her feet. Her budding breasts strained against the tightly drawn material of her skimpy dress. She continued to laugh, expelling the giggles with little shivers of expectation. Rhadaman soon had both of her ankles bound and secured to the table legs. In this position her arms and legs were drawn widely apart. Her small stomach swelled and contracted as she breathed, and the grouped people eyed her strained body with collective greed.
"This isn't much fun, Ted," she said plaintively. She wriggled against the binding pressure of the straps. "C'mon, let's do something exciting."
"Oh, I think we will all find this exciting enough, Holly," he said, with a leering grin back towards the audience. "Now, to begin with, I think I should give you a little air." He undid the topmost button of her dress, and then the second.
"But I can breathe all right, Ted," she said in a voice a little tinged with worry.
"Now you just leave it to me, Holly. Here, have another drinky-poo." He pushed a glass against her mouth, and poured the liquor through her pouting lips. Some dribbled on her dress, but most of it she swallowed. "And another." Rhadaman requisitioned another drink from someone's outstretched hand, and poured this too into her mouth. She gagged a little, but continued to swallow until the glass was empty. Rhadaman then stepped back and watched for a minute. The additional whiskey seemed to take its effect on her almost instantaneously. She began to laugh excitedly again, her trepidation apparently gone.
"Oh Ted, I feel so silly," she said between little ringing peals of tittered laughter.
"Yes, Holly, it's good whiskey isn't it?" Rhadaman said as he bent forward and loosened another button on her dress front. He undid all the buttons very slowly, and her white slip shone through the gap. The people, grouped around the table on which the girl was spread-eagled, stared as though they were a single wide-eyed animal. Rhadaman stepped over to a shelf and came back with a pair of scissors in his hand.
"Hey, take this blindfold off, Ted. Heeheehee. I don't know whaz happening," the girl said fuzzily.
"But that would spoil the game, Holly," Rhadaman said as he slid the cutting edge of the scissors under the shoulder straps of her dress, and snipped the two tiny bands of cloth apart. "And your part is just about to begin." He cut through the bunched cloth of the skirt of her dress, up to the opening of its unbuttoned front, and then pulled the dismembered cloth from her body. Her abbreviated slip was tightly drawn around the middles of her chunky thighs.
Someone came forward with another drink, and at Rhadaman's gesture of approval, set the glass against her lips and tipped the liquid up. She drank with gusto, and even mumbled "Thanks" after the glass was emptied. Rhadaman began to cut upward from the hem of her slip. The scissors meshed almost silently, and soon the length of her white silk slip was bisected. Ted snipped the two shoulder bands in two, then pulled away the white, clinging material. The watching crowd gasped in unison as the firm, young body of the girl, clad only in bra and stretched white panties was revealed to them. Upon viewing the plump vista of flesh before him, Neubarth felt lust mount in him again, even though he was appalled by the degrading display that Rhadaman was making of the ignorant young girl's body.
Ted placed the scissors against the depression in the girl's bra, between her two breasts, and cut it, then severed the shoulder straps. Holly felt the cold metal of the scissors blade against her skin this time, and asked in a frightened voice, "Whaz this? I'm gettin' cold. Whatcha doin'?"
"Just giving you some air, Holly. You'll need as much room to breathe as possible in a minute." Rhadaman said as he clutched the sundered support garment, pulled it away and threw it on the floor. Her firm young breasts shook as they were uncovered. Her nipples were pink and the halos around them quite small. An open window behind the bound girl caused cold air to rush in upon her. Neubarth could see tiny eruptions forming on the darker flesh at the tips of her white breasts, and the nipples themselves begin to grow rigid, as the chill struck them.
"C'mon, lemme go. I don't think I like this game," she said as a growing fear became more obvious in her voice. She bucked out against the straps, and her body seemed even more desirable as she struggled to get free. The low mound of her pubis pushed against its silken covering, and her taut breasts bounced with exertion. Rhadaman bent to cut away the last barrier between her and complete nudity. He inserted the scissors blades into one leg opening of her panties and cut upward to the waistband, then repeated on the other side. The flimsy scrap of fabric fell away, and the fluffy muff between her widespread thighs came into view. The crowd murmured appreciatively. Their eyes were riveted on the curly patch of pubic hair that widened to reveal parted lips and a glistening pinkness as she strained against her bonds.
"Voila!" Rhadaman shouted.
"Ted!" Holly said in a loud voice. "I don't think I have my clothes on. What are you doing to me"
"You're right, Holly," said Ted in a low, menacing voice. "You're quite naked. You've shamelessly discarded your clothing, and now, because you are such a little harlot, you're only too eager to take on all the men here." He stroked her ripe breasts, fondling the rigid nipples briefly, then patted the light brown hair between her legs and tweaked the widespread lips at her vaginal opening.
"Aunt Bea! Aunt Bea!" Holly screamed. "Help me Aunt Bea!" She wriggled violently, trying to work her hands and feet free.
"Beatrice isn't here, Holly." Rhadaman said matter-of-factly, as he pulled the table on which the girl was pinioned away from the wall, and then lifted it and let it fall onto its legs. Now Holly lay spread out upon the smooth surface of the table, life a bound guinea pig awaiting dissection.
"Well, who's first?" Rhadaman asked of the crowd. The watching people seemed a little taken aback by the girl's protestations, which had now changed to loud weeping.
"Very well," he said. "I'll be most happy to initiate the proceedings." He stripped off his trousers and shorts, and clambered up on the table with his erect red organ poised for entry.
Holly just had time to stutter "But I've never—" before Ted's bulging penis slammed against the hair-fringed portal of her sex. He poked violently a few times, and then his huge penis sank into Holly's unwilling vagina. She uttered a long scream of pain as he entered, and then went limp. Rhadaman pumped on for some time, and then without any sign of having reached climax, got up and climbed from the table.
Even before Rhadaman had pulled his trousers up, another man climbed up to take his place upon Holly's inert body. As the man worked on her, his rigid member stabbing into and withdrawing from the defenseless crevice of her sex with the regularity of a piston, Holly awoke from the stupor she had fallen into when Ted had initially forced his lust upon her. She moaned loudly, and started sobbing again. As the third man took his place between her shuddering thighs, she started to reciprocate his action upon her body by humping her loins up to meet his thrusting staff. Her horrified mind could no longer control her sexually awakening body, and her moans and sobs were soon interspersed with the guttural gasps of passion. More men followed, both old and young, and towards the end of Holly's ordeal, a middle-aged woman flung off her clothing, and laid her genital area upon the girl's tear-soaked face, while she plunged her own face into the patch of matted hair at Holly's groin. The crowd could all see the woman's active tongue probing into the livid confines of the girl's sex, from which the semen of many men dripped. Holly responded to the woman's eager ministrations also, arching her saturated grotto up to slam repeatedly against the woman's sucking mouth. After a while, no one volunteered to continue the desecration of Holly's youthful body.
Neubarth gazed at the table where the girl lay bound. Her breath was labored, and sweat poured down the soft curves of her body. Her crotch, which yawned open a few feet away, was running over with the climactic deposits of the men who had used her. The sheen that had been in her virginal bush when she was first unveiled was gone now; her pubic hair was gummed to her skin, and a small trickle of shockingly bright blood ran down through the packed hair to her anus. As her body shook with her heavy breathing, her ripe breasts rose and fell furiously. Looking down on her tightly bound form, Neubarth was reminded of pictures he had seen of Aztec sacrificial victims spread-eagled upon stone altars.
"Well," Rhadaman said, as he walked forward, "that was good, wasn't it?" He walked to the other end of the table, and lifted it and its burden to an upright position again. Holly sagged against the straps, and as she stood vertically, her breasts jutted out like two symmetrical hills, each tipped with another cranberry-colored little peak. Rhadaman unbuckled the belts that encircled her ankles, and then stood up and unlatched the buckles that held her wrists. The girl kept her eyes closed and Rhadaman kept a firm grasp on her arm as she stepped away from the table.
"You didn't by any chance think that you were through yet, did you Holly?" Rhadaman asked. "No, we wouldn't hear of it. We want to satisfy your whorish delights entirely."
The girl opened her eyes to see Rhadaman peering down at her with the look of a blood-crazed animal. Her eyes widened with horror, and she struggled to get free.
"No! no! Haven't you done enough to me!" she shrieked.
"Not nearly enough, my dear," Rhadaman replied as he spun her face down against the table top. Harry, who had not been seen for some time, came forth to secure the buckles again about Holly's feet and hands, as Rhadaman held tightly to her frantically writhing body. Upon realizing that she was bound again, Holly broke forth into a chorus of wailing sobs.
"I've seen that many of you have noticed this young trollop's unusually developed backside," Rhadaman said, addressing the audience at large. "Observe how full and delectable it is." He reached back and patted Holly's rear, the flesh of which vibrated as she sobbed. He held up a jar of clear ointment. "Avail yourselves of my resources and have a go!" Neubarth looked on Holly's protruding buttocks, and then realized that the sight was very exciting to him. He became aware of his erect penis. He broke from Marnie's grasp on his arm, and forced his way to the front of the crowd.
"Ah, our ever ready Professor," Rhadaman said through a big grin. "Here, I'll help you get started." He spread the quaking cheeks of Holly's buttocks and applied the clear cream to the area around the tiny tan anus, then poked some up the little hole for good measure. The girl's crying became louder again. "Don't, oh, please don't!" she begged. Neubarth was too excited to even hear her pleas. He climbed rapidly out of his pants and underwear, then pressed his unclothed body against her back, and reached around to grab a pert breast in each hand. Then he bent at the knees and endeavored to introduce his throbbing organ to the secreted cavity between the fat pillows of the girl's buttocks. With a little smile, Harry came forward to assist him. He clutched Neubarth's penis and pushed it up into the resistant opening.
Professor Neubarth felt the ecstatic pleasure of entry, and he pumped mindlessly away, oblivious to the girl's piercing screams. He reached climax and a chain of shocks shook his body as the white stream of his orgasm shot upward into the girl's anal channel. He withdrew and saw the translucent stream of his jissom dribble down from between her shaking buttocks. His pants and shorts were handed to him, along with another drink, and he made his way back to Marnie, who immediately grasped him by the arm and pulled him away from the crowd and over to the deserted sofa.
"How could you Victor?" she demanded of him while he slowly drew on his clothes. "That was the most degrading thing I have ever witnessed. That poor girl ... " Neubarth had no reply, in fact, he found it difficult to verbalize at all. His large intake of liquor was hitting him. The world around him periodically became fuzzy, and he blacked out entirely from time to time. From behind the wall of packed backs, they heard Holly's shrieks as she continued to noisily protest the succession of indignities perpetrated upon her. Neubarth sucked at his drink, and Marnie, despairing of eliciting a response to her accusations, sank back against the sofa and drank from her own glass. They sat like that for about a quarter of an hour, each becoming steadily drunker.
At the end of that time there were no more feminine outcries from Holly, and Neubarth looked up and saw, through the fog in his brain, the crowd part, and Holly's nude and bleeding body being helped off to the bedroom. Then, into the gap in the crowd filed Rhadaman and Harry, followed by several of the more avid watchers. They all walked over to the sofa on which Marnie and Neubarth rec-lined and came to a halt just in front of the bleary-eyed duo. Ted Rhadaman smiled down. Neubarth could make out some instrument in his hands, which he was whacking preparatorily against his thigh.
"You can just go to sleep if you want, Professor," said Rhadaman. "We have something that we want to take up with Marnie. Would you stand up please, dear?" Marnie stared back at him dumbly, making no attempt to move. Two grinning young men moved to her and, taking her by the arms, lifted her upright. Neubarth fought against his liquor-induced dizziness and tried to stand up, so that he could intervene in whatever Rhadaman intended to do to Marnie. But Rhadaman pushed the cylindrical instrument into Neubarth's chest, which toppled him awkwardly back onto the couch, and then waved it in his face. Neubarth saw that it was a tightly braided leather quirt.
"An interesting device, eh, Professor?" said Rhadaman. "I'm told that it once belonged to an SS officer." Neubarth swiveled his head to see Marnie standing between the two young men, who still maintained a tight grip on her arms. Her eyes were clouded by her intoxication, though her expression indicated that she was puzzled as to what was going on. She turned her eyes imploringly upon Neubarth, who tried to get up again, only to be prodded back again by the ugly whip.
"Now, now, Professor. It's rather pointless to try to interfere when one is as tipsy as you are, wouldn't you say?" Rhadaman beat the quirt into the palm of his hand. "Besides, we don't have anything too terrible in mind for delicious Marnie. It's just that these fellows here would like to have a look at those enormous boobs of hers." Hearing these words, Marnie's eyes grew very large, and she began to struggle to free herself from the relentless hold that Rhadaman's two henchmen had on her arms. "And I would like to try out this lovely little instrument," Rhadaman said in conclusion.
"No!" Neubarth yelled, and jumped up, only to be pushed back down and held there by several men who were as drunk as he.
"Victor! Victor!" Marnie screamed. She tried to kick at her captors, but the youths stepped behind her, while still clutching each of her arms. They forced her down onto her knees and Rhadaman stepped up to her and grasped the front of her dress, then ripped it downward. The fabric parted easily, and she screamed obscenities at him as he tore the rest of the dress from her body. He motioned for the young men to stand her on her feet again, and when they did, he reached out and plucked the straps of her slip apart. It fell to the floor, and Marnie's unfettered breasts thrust out in unadorned magnificence. There were cries of admiration from the assembled party, and Ted grasped one great mound in his hand and squeezed until the pain changed Marnie's shouts of defiance to low whimpers. He released his tight hold on her breast and stroked it, twisting the large, rosy nipple between his fingers until it grew erect.
"Take off her pants, Ted," one of the young men holding her suggested in a throaty voice.
"Ah, yes," said Rhadaman, and he bent and ripped away the bit of diaphanous silk that had cloaked Marnie's loins. He immediately ran his fingers through the hair at her crotch, which was still matted from the sexual activity she had indulged in with Neubarth a few hours earlier. Upon seeing this, Neubarth fought to gain his feet, but was gripped with merciless intensity and held in his seat by several strong hands.
"Everything about your body is splendid, Marnie," Rhadaman said. She shuddered spasmodically as he ran his hand over one firm breast, rippling the heavy flesh with his fingers.
"Well, let's get her on the floor," he said, and the young men instantly complied by pushing her down onto her stomach and releasing their holds. Neubarth heard, through the numbness in his head, the sharp hiss of the whip in the air, and then a thwack as it struck home, accompanied by Marnie's scream of agony.
Her white buttocks were streaked by a bright necklace of tiny droplets of blood. Rhadaman struck again and Marnie rolled over, shrieking with the pain of the blow. She tired to cover her genitals with her hands, but Ted redirected the next blow to fall upon her exposed breasts. The white, fleshy hillocks shook as the lash landed upon them, and as Marnie lifted her hands to belatedly shield her breasts, the stinging leather popped between her legs. She moaned shrilly, like a rabbit when struck by a bullet. Neubarth could see the red trail left by the whip across the snowy elevations of her breasts. The line dipped across one pink nipple, and as she twisted violently to evade the pain of the cracking quirt, Neubarth saw that same bloody trail across her lower belly, arrowing down into her pubis and losing itself in the hairy regions of her crotch. Neubarth tried to get up again, but this time, instead of being held in place, he was struck by someone's fist. He toppled against the cushions and partially lost consciousness.
When he came to, he saw that Harry now wielded the quirt. He slashed down with effeminate ferocity, screaming, "Take that you bitch! You little whore!" in a high voice. He seemed to be aiming exclusively at Marnie's groin, and she continued to shriek as the whip snapped against the delicate opening of her vagina. She tried to climb to her feet as Neubarth watched, but Rhadaman came forward and shoved her back down. He bent and grabbed one of her legs, then instructed one of his henchmen to hold the other, and they both stretched the girl's limbs apart, which provided Harry with a perfect target for the cracking leather thong. Rhadaman's frizzy hair, as he bent to his loathsome endeavors, glowed as fiercely as many geysers of molten lava. Neubarth saw Marnie's white body becoming increasingly crisscrossed by red streaks, her head thrown back and her eyes and mouth startlingly open. Her great breasts vibrated like earthquaking mountains of quartz.
Suddenly Rhadaman leaped up and snatched the quirt away from Harry, whose lips were flecked with spittle and whose eyes had begun to look like blue glass. Rhadaman pushed him back, and Harry slammed into the seat of an easy chair, then he and the chair flipped up and Neubarth could see Harry's shoes flail at the air as he did several backward somersaults. Rhadaman stepped up to stand astride Marnie's red and white body, and as he gazed down upon the girl's splendidly equipped chest, he spoke in a low voice to the watching party of tormentors: "Now, let's enjoy our prey."
Marnie's breasts rose and fell as she breathed raspingly, and several young men quickly shed their pants and underwear. Neubarth managed to yell out "You demon!" at Rhadaman before another blow from a fist caused the scene to fade from his senses. His last memory of the evening was of a ring of men surrounding the tortured girl's supine body, all of them trouserless and with their organs erect, like the guns of a battle fleet zeroing in on a helpless target.