Chapter 6
The next few summer days unfolded uneventfully at the Neubarth household. Louise seemed to be regaining her former cheerfulness. She busied herself with domestic chores, and with her occasional outings to her bridge club. Farley came home tired from his job at the ice cream store, and after watching a little TV, usually went straight to bed. But Junior was a problem. He found no job, nor did he appear to be looking for one. He just lay on his bed, listlessly reading or staring at the ceiling throughout the day. In the evenings he wolfed down his supper, and rapidly dressed and left the house. Neubarth assumed that he was spending his time at Marnie's apartment.
Neubarth himself fell into the teaching routine as he usually did, but as regular as the job had become to him, he could not help feeling a little disturbed at his apparent lack of enthusiasm or inventiveness. It was very little of a surprise therefore, when he found a letter from the Dean in his box in the administration building one day. The Dean requested Neubarth to meet with him at his earliest convenience.
Neubarth entered Dean Moriarity's office and immediately began to speak. "I know what you have to say, Dean Moriarity. I know that I haven't been teaching my classes very well. It's just that I've been feeling ill all this month."
"No, Victor," the baldheaded man said as he arose from behind his desk and began to pace back and forth in front of Neubarth. "I haven't called you in to take you to task about your teaching." The man did not look into Neubarth's eyes. He obviously felt embarrassed about something. "Quite frankly, I've gotten some reports lately that link you with some off-campus parties. Parties that reportedly were of an ... orgiastic nature."
Neubarth protested. "Confront me with my accusers," he demanded.
"Well, we don't know who the accusers are. But there have been several phone calls," Dean Moriarity said. "Now Victor, I don't for a moment think that these allegations are completely true. But surely you realize our position in the community. We can't afford a scandal." Neubarth got up. "There must be no chinks in our image, Victor." The bald man's blue eyes darted in all directions behind his spectacles, still refusing to meet Neubarth's outraged gaze. "If you slip up, we'll have to ask for your resignation." He went back to his desk, and began to fidget with some papers. "That will be all, Victor."
Neubarth walked out of the room like a zombie. He believes the reports, Neubarth said to himself. He obviously regards me as an old lecher. And why shouldn't he, his thoughts continued, I am an old lecher. He felt stunned. It seemed to him as though his carefully nurtured reputation had suddenly been dashed to pieces. He was in a mood of complete depression as he continued his slow walk to the parking lot.
As he strolled down the shady sidewalk, a flash of something red intruded into the black convolutions of his morbid thinking. He looked up and saw, about a hundred yards away, someone's flaming red hair. The face beneath that hair then turned, and Neubarth saw what looked like a wide grin. Rhadaman! The young man passed behind a building, grinning still toward Neubarth across the wide expanse of lawn. He knows! Neubarth shouted to himself. He knows of this recent humiliation in the Dean's office. He felt an overpowering wave of nausea sweep over him, and, ducking hurriedly into a clump of bushes, he vomited.
As he was driving home, he still felt shaky, but managed to choke down the rising sickness. He parked in his driveway, then ran into the house and into the bathroom, where he gave vent to his powerful sick feeling by regurgitating long into the toilet bowl. After that he felt a little better, but terribly weak. He went into the living room and lay down on the sofa.
He was awakened by someone opening the front door about an hour later. Neubarth saw that it was Farley. The boy tiptoed cautiously into the room, looked around, and hurried into the kitchen. The late afternoon shadows concealed Neubarth. He lay in the semidarkness, wondering what Farley was up to. For some reason, he remained silent, curious now as to what his younger son's secretive behavior might mean. After completing his inspection of the house, Farley went back out the front door, and reentered almost immediately, leading a very young girl by the hand.
"There's nothing to worry about, Shirley. Nobody's here," the boy said in a whisper.
"I don't know, Farley," she replied in a frightened tone. "I think I want to go home. Somebody might come."
"Listen, Shirley, I'm sure nobody will be home for at least another hour." His whisper rose in volume. "And besides, you said you wanted to do it. You're not trying to back out are you?"
"No, no. I want to do it," she said placatingly, "but ... I never have before. I'm scared."
He gripped her by the arm and, as he led her out of the room and down the hall, he said, "It won't hurt, Shirley. It'll be fine."
Neubarth stayed silent, not attempting to move for a few minutes. Then he slid off the couch, and in his stocking feet, tiptoed down the hall to the door of Farley's room. The boy, not thinking that anyone was at home, had left the door partway open. Neubarth crouched down in the dark hall and looked through the gap. Farley sat on the bed, and Shirley stood before him with her face directed towards the floor.
"Come over here, Shirley," Farley said in a husky voice.
The girl stepped hesitantly towards him, and he reached out, caught her arm, and pulled her down beside him onto the bed. He planted his mouth on hers, and after quite some time, lifted his head again. Neubarth could hear the young girl's labored breathing.
"Let's take off our clothes, Shirley," Farley said, then stood up and pulled his polo shirt over his head. "Want me to help you, honey?" His voice was shrill with anticipation. Without waiting for her answer, he reached down and tugged her to her feet, then put his hand on the front of her blouse.
Neubarth could see the girl's adolescent breasts rise and fall with excitement as Farley began to unbutton the garment. Neubarth knew that it was about time to make his presence known in one way or another, and thus put a halt to the sex experiments of these children. But he found that he was captivated by the little drama. He continued to watch as Farley finally got the blouse undone and thrust it back upon the girl's shoulders. The cups of her bra were diminutive, but the girl had obviously outgrown it. The fatty flesh of her still-small breasts oozed up over the top of the garment. Farley cupped his hand around one of her miniature mounds, and then with his other hand pried his own pants buttons loose and kicked his legs out of the piece of clothing. The girl looked down at his pubescent penis which struck out against the fabric of his underwear, and Neubarth heard her breathing change to aroused little sighs. Farley yanked down his undershorts, and stood completely nude before the now intimidated girl. She glanced again at his erect organ, then pulled her blouse together at the front.
"No, we can't do this Farley. We're too young."
"I'm not too young," The boy replied. "And you're not either."
He pulled her blouse apart again, then encircled her with his arms and, breathing stertorously into her ear, began to unfasten the hasps of her bra. After much fumbling he got it undone, and pulled it roughly away from her. She tried to bring her hands up to hide her budding little mammaries, but Farley was faster. He managed to fasten his fingers upon the rosy nipple of one of her breasts, and the girl looked at him in great dismay.
"Don't you ever want to grow up, Shirley?" the boy asked fiercely. "Or do you want to stay a little kid all your life?"
Upon hearing these words, she dropped her hands to her sides, her face a study in stony forbearance. Neubarth raised his head to get a better look. Her little breasts jutted out abruptly, and because of Farley's busy fingers, the pink nipples were rising into tiny pinnacles. Farley suddenly backed off.
"All right, Shirley. Do you want to get out of your clothes now, or do you still want to play kid games?"
Determined to behave in as adult a manner as anyone, Shirley reached down and grasped the zipper of her slacks, drew it down, and stepped out of them. Farley rec-lined on the bed now, watching her through slitted eyes. She stood there for a moment, clad only in her flimsy panties. Then, with lips trembling, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the bit of silk, sobbed audibly, and pushed the frail garment down her legs. The fatty mound above her vaginal opening was not fully -haired as yet; blonde fuzz sprinkled it sparsely, allowing Neubarth a full view of the flushed, slightly open lips of her sex. Despite himself, he was becoming a little excited. He strained even further forward.
Farley's previously narrowed eyes had become wide-open and attentive. His tongue moved along his lips as he perused the naked body of the young girl, and finally, voice shaking, he said, "Come on over here, honey." The girl moved forward like a marionette, her face still set in a determined expression. The boy reached out and grabbed her, and drew her down onto the bed beside him. He immediately began to massage the youthful little mound between her thighs, and inserted his finger into the tight groove of her sex. While doing this he dropped his face down upon one of her breasts and sucked at the rosebud of her nipple until it reared up in a half-inch tower of aroused flesh. Shirley's wooden expression dropped away. Her breath began to grow rasping, her eyes closed in ecstasy and her rouged lips hung apart.
Farley crawled back a little way, spread her slender thighs with his hands, then knelt between her widespread legs. His rigid penis was poised just above the girl's velvety sex. He fell forward upon her, the girl's arms encircled him, and then Neubarth could see the boy's flanks gyrating in the fading light from the window. The girl yelled as he thrust home, and then her cries of pain rapidly shifted to moans of sexual stimulation as their joined bodies moved in a mutual rhythm. Very soon Farley's body collapsed, and he lay limply upon her as she continued to pump upward. Finally she stopped, too, and said, "Are you through already?" He groaned something in reply, and she immediately began to cry.
Neubarth, pushing forward to enable himself to see even better, kicked the door with his stockinged foot. The couple on the bed suddenly grew very still.
"Did you hear that Farley?" asked Shirley in an anxious whisper.
"Yeah," he replied. "I don't think it was anything."
"Someone's here. I know someone's here," she said in a loud whisper.
Neubarth didn't wait to hear any further talk from the two, but silently stole away from the door, accelerated his pace to a quick, shuffling run, and ducked into the bathroom. He quietly closed the door behind him, then locked it. How deplorable this is, he thought. Not only my son's libertine behavior, but me spying on him like that. What's the next step, he wondered, peeping through my neighbors' windows? Actually, the thought was exciting to him. He saw himself, clad in some black garb, lurking around like a prowler in the night. He shook his head despondently. No hope, no hope.
He sat there for a while, immersed in his pessimistic thoughts. During this time, Shirley insisted that she and Farley get dressed, and when they had, Farley went with her to the front door, bade her farewell, and returned to his room. He stretched out on the bed and began to run the delights he had just partaken of through his feverish mind.
Soon thereafter, Louise came home and immediately went to the kitchen to begin preparing supper. Neubarth heard the noises that indicated that his family was home and about their regular evening business, and so arose from the toilet seat and tried to shake off the troubling thoughts that had permeated his mind. He came out of the bathroom just as Farley left his room, and they almost bumped into each other in the narrow hall.
"How long have you been home, Dad?" the boy asked in an alarmed voice.
"Just a few minutes Farley." Neubarth said tiredly. "Let's go eat."
Obviously relieved, the boy smiled broadly and began to talk enthusiastically about his school work as he and his father made their way to the kitchen.
Neubarth entered the room to be greeted with a cheery "hello" from Louise. A large stock of opened cans and fresh meat sat upon the cupboard counter. It was apparent that Louise was in the midst of preparing something of a special meal.
"Junior's bringing a friend home to dinner, darling!" she gushed. "I think it's that girl he's been seeing so much of lately. He seems quite serious about her." She went back to slicing a large cut of sirloin into long strips, humming a gay tune as she worked.
Neubarth knew that Junior's "friend" could be none other than Marnie. He felt a recurrence of his nausea and sat down heavily at the kitchen table. How will I ever get through dinner? he wondered. He knew that even seeing the girl again would cause sexual desire to possess his senses. Without having willed it, his mind's eye saw Marnie, superbly nude, stretched out on a bed. She writhed seductively against the sheet, and the great hillocks of her breasts caressed the white material as he gyrated. Her nipples stood out like maroon antennas, infinitely inviting. Her white thighs jiggled as she turned this way and that, and the crisp foliage that adorned her mound of venus glistened with little dewdrops of perspiration. Neubarth imagined the pink and damp inner areas of her vagina, glistening like raw steak as she spread her legs wide and held out her arms to receive her approaching lover. The daydream fell apart as the imagined lover came forward. Neubarth could see only Junior, falling onto the plump curves of Marnie's receptive body.
He jerked upright, hanging onto the back of the chair to steady himself. He was aware that he was shaking violently, and that his mind was aswirl with jealousy, desire, and an awful recognition of where this radically emotional train of thought might lead him.
"You're face is as white as a sheet, honey!" Louise said anxiously, coming over to rest her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure you don't feel well. Why don't you lie down and take a little nap before dinner."
Neubarth followed his wife's suggestion, but he had barely dropped off into a troubled sleep before he heard a hubbub from the living room which signified that Junior and his guest had arrived. Neubarth got up, resolved that he could behave as patriarchally proper as anyone, and walked into the living room.
As soon as he had made his entrance, Marnie's eyes lit up with frank pleasure. She looked very beautiful, clad in a short, yellow dress that contrasted attractively with her dark expression. The neckline of the dress dipped quite a bit lower than anything Neubarth had seen her in previously. Louise glanced ruefully at the extreme fullness of the girl's bust, and at the broad expanse of white flesh above the yellow material.
At the dinner table, Neubarth chewed pensively on the succulent beef stroganoff, and glanced furtively at Marnie from time to time. Junior fairly bubbled with good cheer. He bent towards Marnie continually, solicitously offering her another helping of meat or another spoonful of broccoli. Usually she demurred, saying that she needed to watch her weight. Junior protested violently, stating emphatically that she was "just right." When they had begun their dessert, Junior turned to Neubarth.
"I hope you don't mind, Dad. I've invited some people over for the evening. Now, don't worry. We won't disturb you or Mom. We're just going to talk, play some quiet music, and maybe have a few beers."
Another party! thought Neubarth frantically. He was about to say that he didn't want anyone over, that he had too much work to do. But then, realizing that this would sound very stuffy, blithely told his son that it would be fine. Hementally decided to barricade himself in his study for the entire evening.
After dinner, he stated the proper conventionalities to Marnie, and then hurriedly went to his study and locked the door behind him. He leaned against the inside of the door for a few minutes, disturbed at how rapidly his heart was pounding, then walked slowly to his desk, sat down, and opened a book of plays that he was going to discuss in his literature class the following week.
Neubarth managed to become completely engrossed in his reading. The vivid characters of the play before him held his attention effectively, and he even began making a few notes as to how he could present it in lecture to his students. He was following a particularly intriguing thought, trying tomentally construct his prospective lecture, when he heard a thunder of laughter from the other room. He gazed towards the door. The laughter boomed out again, followed by the clamor of music from the stereo. Neubarth's thoughts were scattered, and he felt a great anger building in him. So, this is Junior's idea of a "quiet party", he thought. He slammed his chair back against the wall, walked rapidly to the door, wrenched it open, and hurried down the hall, thinking just when things are going well, this happens.
He entered the wide room with the intention of finding Junior and reading him out in no uncertain terms. Instead, he came to a standstill at the entrance into the living room, and gazed in amazement at the twenty or more people who were there. Neubarth could not understand how this many people could have congregated here in such a short time. They must have arrived all at once, he decided. He saw Louise sitting on the couch, laughing and holding aloft a beer can. Junior sat nearby, and he appeared already to have drunk too much. Marnie sat next to him, her hand placed possessively on his denimed thigh. Neubarth looked around for Farley, and then remembered with relief that he had gone to the movies. He saw Sigrid. Her blonde hair hung down the back of her dress and glowed with a golden radiance in the lamplight. She wore a miniskirt, astonishingly short. Its hemline struck her just below the buttocks, so that her long, well-muscled legs were completely exposed as she walked through the milling crowd. Neubarth saw several more faces that he recognized from one party or another. He moved back to lean against the wall, trying to orientate his thoughts so as to cope with this disturbing development, and in doing so, bumped into someone who stood directly behind him.
He turned his head, and his first impression was of a fireworks display. He blinked his eyes, then rubbed them with his hand, and upon opening them again, saw a brilliantly red halo of hair around someone's face.
"Hello, Professor," the face said. "It was most kind of you to invite us all her tonight."
"But I didn't ... " Neubarth began. Rhadaman's wildly prismatic eyes burned into his own, and he found that he could say no more. "We're going to have a lovely time here tonight, Professor," Rhadaman continued. "I'm sure of it."
Through the numbness in his head, Neubarth felt fear. He managed to resist the magnetic attraction of Rhadaman's glowing orbs, however, by looking into the crowd. Louise was beginning to appear just as drunkenly lascivious as she had at the party at Beatrice Holman's. She was exchanging coy glances with a young man who sat near her. She was obviously beginning to feel whatever she had had to drink, for her skirt was rumpled up above the tops of her stockings, and she made no move to straighten it. Neubarth watched the young man reach out and pat her breast, then laughingly tell her that he had slipped. She laughed back at him, obviously pleased at the attention he was paying her. Junior had slipped down further on the couch, and his eyes were closed. His drunkenness had apparently overtaken him. Marnie leaned against him solicitously. She nuzzled his ear with her ruby lips, and Neubarth saw the abrupt contours of her ripe body flattened against Junior's limp form.
Neubarth's fear of Rhadaman's dreaded and mysteriously corruptive influence was suddenly overpowered by the burning rage he felt at seeing such unsavory events taking place in his own home. He moved to walk over towards Louise and Junior, so that he could berate them both, but was held back by a viselike grip on his arm, and then by the hideously familiar voice which said, "Why disturb them, Professor. Besides, Sigrid looks like she's about to perform. Look!"
Neubarth turned his head in the direction in which he had last seen the blonde girl. The crowd had shifted to form a crude circle around her, and she was doing a series of very energetic floor exercises before their attentive eyes. At Rhadaman's prodding, Neubarth moved forward, and they both came to stand among Sigrid's admiring audience.
"Sigrid always seems to get around to her athletic exhibitions," Rhadaman said. "They're rather uncouth, but ... interesting. Eh, Professor?"
Neubarth said nothing in reply. His eyes were fixed upon the active body of the young blonde. She was doing a sequence of cartwheels at the moment, the furthest advance of which caused her to crash into the wall of popeyed young men to her right. The girl laughed uproariously, and the watchers laughed in response while pushing her out into the middle of the circle again. A few of them took advantage of her proximity by running their hands down her sleek legs or by plucking furtively at her bosom. She continued doing the cartwheels, her legs spread wide as she described great arcs in the air. Neubarth could see the periodically exposed crotch of her panties, and the bright pattern that her long, yellow hair wove in the smoke-filled air. He began to feel a little dizzy as he conscientiously followed Sigrid's every movement, but his growing sexual excitement did not allow him to look away.
She altered the routine by leaping high into the air and coming down in a split position. This change in her program met with oohs and aahs from the crowd, and Neubarth heard one young man say loudly, "Why don't you perform without the pants, baby!" This remark was immediately followed by another just at his side: "An excellent idea." Neubarth turned to see Rhadaman walk out through the ring of watchers up to Sigrid. Without so much as a "by your leave" he reached under her dress and tugged her red panties down to her shoe tops. She stood and looked at him for a moment, and Neubarth could see in her eyes the same fear that he himself felt. Finally she looked away, regained her smiling visage, and kicked the panties away from her.
"In fact, Sigrid," said Rhadaman loudly, "why don't you dispense with all your clothing?"
This suggestion was met with shouts of approval from the assembled young men. Sigrid's lips trembled momentarily, but she quickly sought out the zipper at the side of her dress and drew it down.
"Anything to please my public," she said, smiling again. The group around her yelled with excited glee, and then collectively grew silent as she stepped out of the ultrashort dress, and reached behind her to unlatch her bra. The soft hair at her groin glowed with the same golden luminescence as did the hair of her head. She got her bra undone, pulled it away from her thrusting breasts, and threw it on the floor. Neubarth gazed on those familiar white mounds with desire pulsing at great speed through his veins. His heart thumped resoundingly.
"Now, turn around slowly, Sigrid," Rhadaman said in an authoritative voice. "Let us see every facet of your lovely young body."
The girl pirouetted obediently, her smile taking on a wooden appearance. Her red nipples hardened into rigidity as she herself grew excited at exposing herself so frankly to all the men about her. She made several turns in slow motion, then launched into her acrobatics again. She dived forward, caught herself on her hands, and stood upright on them. She wobbled around for a few minutes, moving close to the ring of young men, so that they could reach out and stroke the warm felt of her pubic hair as she passed.
"This is getting boring," Rhadaman announced. "Any volunteers to liven things up a bit?"
The men's eyes moved to Rhadaman's face, and all of them seemed to understand what he was implying. One muscular young man moved forward to accept the proposal, but Rhadaman fixed his fiery eyes upon him and motioned him back.
"No, how about that guy?" he said, pointing to a small, timid-looking fellow who sat huddled up in a far corner of the room.
"Ronald?" someone nearby said. "You've got to be kidding. I doubt if he's ever had a woman. He's even afraid to come over and see the show."
"No, I'm not kidding." Rhadaman said. "Get him."
Several of the young men reluctantly left the circle and went over to where the timid boy sat. They bent over him and spoke a few words. Ronald looked up at them with frightened eyes, then shook his head. Ignoring his refusal, three of the young men plucked him upright and pushed him across the room towards Rhadaman. When Ronald stood directly before Rhadaman, the red-haired young man stared deeply into his eyes.
"Would you like to make it with this willowy young lady, Ronald?" He pointed towards Sigrid, who stood perspiring in the center of the ring. Ronald's tongue ran feverishly along his lips as he stared at Sigrid's nude body. She grinned at him and humped her pelvic region a few times. The boy was shaking visibly. He finally managed to tear his eyes away from the furry pelt at Sigrid's crotch, and turned to go away.
"No, I don't ... " he began, but Rhadaman had already motioned to several of the watchers. They moved in on Ronald quickly and, despite his violent protests, began to strip him of his clothing. "Oh please!" he yelled shrilly. His tormentors ignored his cries, and soon had him down to his jockey shorts. The young men pushed him down onto the floor, and pulled his shorts from off his kicking legs. He instantly turned a beet-red color, twisted onto his side, and covered his genitals with his hands.
"Oh come on, Ronald," Rhadaman said. "It's not like you were being asked to do something painful. Stand him up, fellas." Ronald was lifted to his feet and held upright by several strong hands.
"Oh, why did I ever come here," he sobbed. "You guys know I'm going to be a minister." Upon hearing this, several of the men holding Ronald released him and stepped back. Rhadaman, however, fairly bubbled with malice.
"A minister, Ronald?" he asked as he stepped up close to the intimidated boy and gripped his arm. "Now, isn't that delightful." Ronald averted his face to avoid looking into Rhadaman's eyes. "Don't you think it would be considerate to show your, uh ... privates to your imminent partner in a carnal bliss?" He snatched each of Ronald's hands away from his crotch and held them away from his body. The boy's limp penis dangled there like a strand of wet macaroni. He cried like a child who has just been spanked, and a few of the onlookers began to murmur that he should be released. Rhadaman, however, had no such intention. He called Sigrid over, and after whispering something into her ear, stepped behind Ronald while still holding tightly to his arms. The girl knelt before the frightened boy and thrust her mouth up around his quivering genitals. Her tongue darted out and ran wetly over his shrunken scrotum, then up the length of his penis to its head. She then pushed her mouth up around the awakening organ and moved her face back and forth. The boy's sobs did not slacken, but his rapidly stiffening sex belied his outward horror at the situation. His weeping soon became short, explosive gasps as the girl worked unremittingly on his swelling penis.
Rhadaman suddenly released him, and Ronald, having been stimulated beyond endurance, flung himself at Sigrid and they both collapsed into an ungainly tangle of arms and legs onto the carpet.
Rhadaman crouched down beside them, and held the eager Ronald back.
"The first step in making love to such a beauty as Sigrid, Ron, is to go down on her with gusto."
Ronald looked up into Rhadaman's flashing eyes with an expression of bewilderment on his face. Sigrid, meanwhile, lay back and spread her legs in readiness. Rhadaman then clutched the boy's head with both hands and pushed his face down into the clump of blonde hair which covered her sex. Rhadaman continued to hold him there for a couple of minutes more, and eventually Ronald warmed to his appointed task and began to work his mouth against the opening of Sigrid's vagina as though he had been doing it all his life. The girl responded to his ministrations by wrapping her thighs about his bobbing head and snorting with excitement. After a few minutes her outbursts of breath changed to a loud wail. Her body reared and bucked, then shuddered convulsively, and she lay still.
Rhadaman reached down, grabbed Ronald's shoulder, and said "Your turn, O man of God." Ronald cringed at this ironic reference to his beliefs, but he was too far gone at this point, so he leaped forward and fell upon Sigrid's soft form. He grabbed up one of her nipples in his mouth and, sputtering like an exhausted engine, tried to stick his stiff penis into the girl's vagina. Before he could do so though, he shuddered and yelled in a high tone, and ejaculated onto Sigrid's creamy thigh. The girl immediately kicked him aside, stood up and wiped the translucent fluid from her thigh with Ronald's shirt, and then spat down upon him. "Pig!" she yelled, then strode away toward a young man who sat on the couch, plopped onto his lap, and began kissing him. Ronald remained on the floor, huddled up into a pathetic heap and sobbing as though his world had ended.
"Now, it's not all that bad, fella," said Rhadaman in a falsely commiserative tone. "You just got a little too eager. Next time you might make it all the way." He patted the boy's quivering shoulder and grinned broadly.
Neubarth was shaken by this display of utter depravity. He reeled away to an empty chair and sat down heavily. Suddenly there was a cry from across the room. He looked quickly towards it and saw Marnie standing upright, shrieking at Rhadaman, "You filthy, filthy bastard! That was the most rotten—" Here words failed her, and she spluttered in rage.
"Now, now, Marnie," Rhadaman replied calmly. "Just a little sport!"
"A little sport?" she screamed like one possessed.
Neubarth looked for Junior, and saw him lying outstretched on the floor, dead to the world. He saw Louise off in a corner with a young man. Her skirt was up above her waist, and the anonymous young man was caressing the protruding mound of her sex while she bit gently at his ear. Lost, lost, he thought. He let his head sink into his hands.
Marnie, meanwhile, had advanced across the room, and was standing directly before Rhadaman, shouting obscenities up into his face. Neubarth looked up towards them, and saw, in that instant, something like a black cloud pass across Rhadaman's face. His hair shone like shooting flame, and sparks pin wheeled in his eyes.
"I suggest that you be careful, Marnie, dear," Rhadaman said ominously.
The threat did not make Marnie stop, but his eyes did. She had turned her face up as though making ready to spit in his face, when suddenly she halted in midsentence.
"Why don't some of you guys help Miss Croft out of her clothes," said Rhadaman in a carefully controlled voice. "I think she wants to join in our fun and games."
Most of the watchers had gone home or moved to other parts of the room, but two of Rhadaman's more constant cronies moved in to comply with his suggestion. Marnie, her face a study in terror, backed away. Neubarth made a move to go to her aid, but had gotten only partly out of his chair, when he collapsed limply back into it. What's the use, he thought.
Rhadaman's two friends backed Marnie into a corner, then one of them reached out and plucked at the buttons on her dress. She screamed, ducked around them, and ran toward Neubarth. They caught her again, and Rhadaman came up to supervise the proceedings as Neubarth stared dumbly down at the struggling girl.
"Help me, Victor! Help me!" she yelled.
"It's no use, Marnie," Neubarth muttered. "No use at all."
"A wise evaluation of the situation, Professor," Rhadaman said as he bent down and began to unfasten the buttons at the front of her yellow dress. She continued to kick feebly, but was held fast by Rhadaman's friends, and could only break into sobs as he steadily unbuttoned her dress. Rhadaman pulled the garment from her body, and Marnie was clad only in panties and bra. The three turned her over onto her stomach, and Rhadaman expertly flicked loose the four clasps of her bra, then tugged it away and threw it on the floor. His hands moved down to her silken panties. He hooked his fingers around the waistband and pulled the scrap of material down her legs, then tossed it aside, too. Her firm buttocks shook as she kept up her sobbing.
All three of the young men then stood up, and Rhadaman left for a moment, returning with a leather quirt in his hands — the same brutal instrument that Neubarth had seen him wield on another occasion. He stood with his feet wide apart above the unfortunate girl, slapping the quirt against his thigh. Neubarth looked away.
"There's no need to look away, Professor," Rhadaman said. "I don't think I'll have to use this." He looked down at the girl. "Turn over Marnie."
She didn't move, but only continued to sob pathetically.
"Turn her over!" Rhadaman barked to his two henchmen.
The lasciviously grinning duo immediately bent, grabbed Marnie by an arm and a hip, and flung her onto her back.
Her tears had caused her heavily mascaraed eyes to run. Black blotches gauded her cheekbones and discolored her eyebrows. She tried to cover her pudendum with her hands, but her arms were grasped by Rhadaman's cronies and held away from her body. Her dark pubic hair was bushy and puffed out, like a bouffant hairdo. Her massive breasts cascaded down onto the carpet on each side of her body. The ruby nipple areas were shrunken and withered. She squirmed to loose herself from her relentless tormentors, but soon gave up trying.
"Now, Marnie," said Rhadaman, crouching down beside the supine girl. "Your brash and insulting speech has gotten you into a little trouble, hasn't it?" He paused to brush away the hand of one of his friends, who was busily tweaking one of her cherry-red nipples. "We would like to see you play with yourself. And not half-heartedly, mind you, but with enthusiasm. I'll do my part by acting as your director, Marnie, so keep in mind that your only alternative is this!" He stood up and thwacked the tightly braided whip against his leg. "Actually, either way it goes would be pleasurable for me."
Marnie had closed her eyes at the beginning of his monologue, but now opened them to eye with horror the vicious black quirt, which rose and fell with an ugly slapping sound against Rhadaman's thigh. She began to cry again, and the young men holding her arms laughed as the tears rolled down her cheeks.
In empathy with her distress, Neubarth began to sob also, though he made no move to come to her assistance. Rhadaman looked over at him and chuckled throatily, saying, "How touching, Professor. Anyone could see that you care deeply for our delicious victim. Splendid, that will increase our enjoyment of the impending spectacle." He looked down at the girl, and his eyes glittered malignantly. "Begin with your breasts, my dear. You know — fondle the lovely pert nipples and massage the sweet flesh. Now!"
Marnie jerked as he yelled this last command. She swiveled her head to look around once more for help from some quarter. Neubarth looked, too. Junior still lay motionless on the carpet, and off in a corner of the room, Louise was making fervent love to a young man who lay atop her. The pale whiteness of her naked flesh glowed dimly in the semidarkness, and short cries of passion sounded from the nude couple. Neubarth saw her flanks lift and fall in the timeless rhythm of sex. The only other people left in the room were copulating on the sofa. One of them was Sigrid, whose long blonde hair swept against the carpet as she vigorously pumped upward to meet the downthrusting penis of the dark-skinned male above her.
The whip cracked against Marnie's white skin, and she screamed throatily. Neubarth looked at her through bleary eyes, and saw the red trail of the quirt's assault etched across her navel. Choking with anguish, her hands darted to her breasts, and she began to knead the heavy meat with unsteady fingers. Her pendulous mounds shook with her sobs as she worked them.
"Oh, come on, come on," Rhadaman said. "With enthusiasm, I said." He lashed downward with the leather quirt again, and a line of bloody beads appeared upon both of the girl's quaking hillocks. There was an ugly gurgling sound from deep in her throat, but she quickly began to pluck at the uplifted nipples, rolling them between thumb and index finger, and pulling out on them with frenzied movements.
"Oh, hell," said Rhadaman. "This is nowhere. Get to the box."
The girl spread her thighs widely apart, and inserted her fingers deeply into the exposed pinkness of her sex. She spread her legs even further, propping one foot up upon the chair where Neubarth sat, and then using both hands, spread the livid outer lips that nestled between her thighs, and poked each of her index fingers into the yawning, slippery-sided cavity of her vagina. After a few minutes, her body began to arch in ecstasy, and her exhalations came raspingly from her open mouth. She plunked the rigid button of her clitoris rapidly while the trio crouched around her and watched with great interest. She began to beat the carpet with her protuberant buttocks, and her head was bent acutely backwards as she snorted with an unwilled passion.
"Okay. Okay." Rhadaman said in a bored voice. "Get Sigrid, you guys."
The young men leaped up, hurried over to Sigrid, and both of them dragged the protesting man from her straining body. The dark-skinned fellow yelled a few curses at his attackers and raised an arm as if to strike them. One of Rhadaman's friends read the movement, however, and brought an empty beer bottle down on his head viciously. With a moan he collapsed onto the floor, and lay motionless amid the broken glass.
"What the hell is this?" Sigrid asked angrily.
"We need your assistance, Sigrid," Rhadaman said matter-of-factly. "We'd like to see you and Marnie here do it together. I'm sure you won't mind."
Sigrid glanced at the quirt on Rhadaman's lap, then down at Marnie's perspiring body, then back at the quirt. "All right," she said.
"Then get on it, babe!" Rhadaman said, his eyes flashing like sun-struck mirrors.
Sigrid's face crumpled with fear. She ran over to Marnie and lay down on top her, with her face nestled into the dark pubic muff. Her tongue darted out into the glistening cavern, and she sucked energetically at the upraised peak of Marnie's erect clitoris. After a few minutes, Marnie began to respond. The tendons on her neck stood out as she strained upward in an effort to bring her mouth in contact with Sigrid's golden-haired grotto.
The watchers, except for Neubarth, hungrily watched the two girls' mouths, which were busily at work in each other's genital regions. Their self-inflicted ardour grew and grew, until they began to rock back and forth in the fervor, and Marnie's arms now encircled Sigrid's plump buttocks. Her nails dug into the snowy flesh as she approached climax.
"You know, fellas," said Rhadaman, "I have an idea which might liven things up a little." His friends looked eagerly toward him. He was busily lubricating the neck of a beer bottle with some colorless ointment from a blue tube. When he got the bottle properly greased, he tossed it to the nearest young man, and said, "Here, Rick. Let's double Sigrid's pleasure."
Behaving as if he knew precisely what Rhadaman had in mind, Rick jumped upright, grinned like a child pulling the wings from a fly, and bent over Sigrid's shaking buttocks. He brushed Marnie's spasmodically clutching hands aside, spread the cheeks of Sigrid's bulging rear, and inserted the neck of the beer bottle into the tiny brown mouth of her anus. She bucked and cried out incoherently, then threw herself even more actively into the sucking of Marnie's clitoris. Rick drove the neck of the bottle repeatedly into Sigrid's delicate rear aperture, in a distinctly copulatory rhythm.
Neubarth raised his head slowly and looked down at the two sweating girls. Rank fishy fumes rose up from around Sigrid's busy face, which was buried in Marnie's odorous thatch, and noisy slurping sounds erupted from the weirdly coupled pair. Both of the girls began to shriek simultaneously. Sigrid collapsed first, after shuddering mightily, and shortly thereafter Marnie shouted one final "Ah!" and lay still.
After a little while Rhadaman spoke. "You guys go ahead and get your kicks now, if you want."
Rick and his friend, having grown very excited watching the two striving girls, were beside themselves with eagerness. They tore Sigrid away from Marnie, and then gazed down at the two, wondering which of them to take.
"I want this one with the big boobies," said Rick.
The other young man nodded in agreement, pulled his pants and underwear down and lay on the carpet with his erect penis against Sigrid's opened mouth. "Work out, baby!" he commanded, and Sigrid immediately complied by closing her mouth around the bulging staff and licking the swollen head with her tongue, while swiveling her face rapidly upon the axis of the young man's organ.
Rick, meanwhile, had divested himself of his clothing and, after sucking Marnie's large nipples for a few minutes, seated himself upon her stomach facing her legs. He grabbed up the beer bottle which had been used on Sigrid's anus, and began to plunge it into Marnie's wet vagina. It took only a few thrusts of the crude instrument to reawaken Marnie's passion. She began to moan as she had before, and to grind her loins upward into the downward-driving bottle neck. When he was satisfied that she was sufficiently aroused, Rick tossed the bottle aside and scooted down so that his rigid penis was in Marnie's face. Realizing what was expected of her, she gripped the shank of Rick's sex and, after kissing its purple head several times, pulled it into her mouth and began to move it rapidly back and forth between her strawberry lips.
Sigrid's sexual partner reached orgasm first. As he did, she pulled away, gulped down his ejaculative fluid and lay back with a little smile of contentment. Rick reached his climax with a few hoarse cries, and, when he had finished, Marnie squirmed out from under him and prepared to spit his semen out onto the carpet. Rhadaman, who had been watching avidly, reached out and expertly flicked the end of the quirt into Marnie's pubic bush. The blow was fairly gently delivered, causing the girl to jerk, and to look up into Rhadaman's eyes with a frightened and bewildered expression on her face.
"That stuff you have in your mouth, dear girl," Rhadaman said. "I think it would be most impolite to spit it out. Swallow it! And I suggest that you keep it down, or things might not go too easily for you!" He slashed the whip through the air, and its hissing passage made his threat horribly significant.
Marnie closed her eyes in total resignation, and her Adam's apple bobbed as the repulsive glob was swallowed. She fell over on her side and lay quietly. Both Rhadaman and Neubarth gazed down on the perspiring and panting bodies of the four young people, who lay in various sprawled positions as though they had just retired from the intensities of a Roman orgy. Off in the corner Neubarth could see Louise still making grotesquely sexual movements with her nude body as she subjected her youthful partner to a veritable marathon of lustful activity. But he felt nothing. The evening had burned all caring about proprieties out of his tortured mind. It is no use caring he thought, all is lost. He realized that Rhadaman's corruptive influence had become all-powerful, that once one had succumbed to his degrading designs, everything decent was over. Neubarth's brain had been flooded with these morbid thoughts for several minutes when suddenly he heard a long sigh from his left. He looked over to see Rhadaman sitting with his head bent.
"Maybe I've been a little too extreme in seeking my pleasures," Ted Rhadaman said, turning towards Neubarth and looked at him with a winsome expression in his eyes. "Perhaps we should give the girls a ride home, huh, Professor?"
Neubarth was astounded. Rhadaman's eyes, glistening with a thin film of what looked like tears of contrition, seemed almost human. Neubarth nodded in agreement, and volunteered his car for the purpose of taking Sigrid and Marnie home to their apartments. They both got up and, failing to find any of the girls' clothing, which had mysteriously vanished, girded them instead in two large blankets. Rick and his friend also got dressed, and the six of them walked outside to Neubarth's car. Sigrid, Rick, and his friend got into the back seat, while Marnie, Rhadaman, and Neubarth slid into the front of the car. Rhadaman asked Neubarth if he minded if he drove, and Neubarth immediately nodded his assent, pleasantly surprised that Rhadaman could make such a normally courteous request. Perhaps the boy isn't all bad, Neubarth thought, perhaps he is now genuinely penitent about his past actions. As they got underway, he heard Marnie sobbing softly. Neubarth reached over, patted her thigh, and whispered that he thought everything would be all right. She fell over against his shoulder, and he put his arm around her and held her tightly to him. His entire body was immediately warmed by the soft proximity of her sweet form, and he realized anew the great tenderness that he felt for this unfortunate girl who had suffered so much lately. Neubarth felt the hot stirrings of desire begin to course through his veins, but realizing how incongruous these base feelings were at a moment like this, managed to quell his thoughts of Marnie's lush figure.