Chapter 8
Matthews stumbled clumsily with intense fatigue and a crushing feeling of helplessness as the gang pushed and prodded the kidnapped couple up the last flight of stairs to their place of concealment in the abandoned school house.
"Get your ass up them stairs," snarled Ash viciously, striking the young English teacher hard across the back of the head with his free hand while he prodded Kathy Barton in the ribs with the loaded thirty-eight. Another few steps, and the three gang members herded their captives into the school room with the mattress while Chubs busied himself with lighting the kerosene lantern, throwing a murky flickering illumination across the ram-shackle den.
"So you thought you'd made a little trouble for us, eh?" demanded Jose angrily, his courage bolstered by the facts that Ash still held the pistol at Matthews' back, ready to fire if need be. "Well, teach, we're gonna make you do some sufferin' fer that, and the sufferin' starts now."
Without warning, the football player's hand came out of nowhere, catching the English teacher across the side of the head and nearly knocking him over. Matthews tried and failed to prevent a grunt of pain from escaping his lips, but he recovered his balance almost immediately, his mind working fast despite the fatigue and pain he was feeling.
"You're pretty brave, aren't you, Jose?" he said challengingly, trying to keep his naturally tenor voice as low and steady as possible. "Ash might put the gun away and then we'd see how you do when it's man to man."
Matthews was reasonably sure that Jose could beat the tar out of him, gun or no gun, but he was cunningly hoping to create a diversion of some kind. If the gang could be persuaded to concentrate its hostility on him, there was an outside possibility that Kathy might have the opportunity to slip away. The last few hours had been teaching Matthews a few things about himself, and he was slowly discovering that he had more courage than he had ever realized, not to mention the fact that being in love with a beautiful woman helped his manhood considerably.
"Well now, that's a mighty interesting proposition, Teach," responded the hoodlum insultingly as he stepped back to survey Matthews' slender form. The two men were about the same height and weight, but Jose had spent every afternoon for the past four years attending football practice, and he was in superb physical condition. The school teacher was a normally healthy man in his early thirties, but he was clearly no match for a punk who had been involved in fights regularly since his childhood. Nevertheless, Jose thought it would be fun.
"Hey, we come up here fer fightin' or fuckin'? " Chubs wanted to know in his heavy stupid way. "I wanna get my ol' cock into the lady teach here. We kin fool around with Matthews later."
Ash made the final decision.
"Yeah, we got some lessons to teach you, Matthews, about keeping yer big nose outa things what don' concern ya, but first we're gonna give some private instruction to yer girl friend here. Get some wire down off that there wall, Chubs and let's tie him up. He kin watch! I ain't shy and maybe he'll learn somethin' about fuckin from watchin' a couple a' real men work over his hot little girl friend."
The work was done in a moment. Chubs pulled a long electric cord off of the wall, bringing down a shower of plaster dust on top of them while Ash and Jose cooperated in bending Phil's arms painfully behind him. The naked wire bit harshly into his flesh, and the school teacher struggled for all he was worth, knowing as he fought that it was useless, but convinced that he had to show them that he was not afraid.
It made very little difference. When his wrists were secured, they backed him up to the door and fastened the wire to the door knob, making him completely helpless.
"Kin we fuck 'er now, Ash?" demanded the idiotic Chubs impatiently, moving menacingly towards the terrified young woman who was cowering in a corner. Of course, she had been through this all once before, and they had not been particularly gentle the first time, but she had survived mostly because of the pain-killing effects of the cocaine and marijuana. Now she would have no chemical assistance, and this time the gang hated her as well as lusting after her body. The first time they merely wanted to satisfy their brutal carnal lusts. This time they wanted revenge.
"Go git 'er, Chubs," responded Ash nonchalantly, deciding it would be useful in consolidating his leadership if he let the others go first. Besides, it looked as if the girl was going to fight back for all she was worth, and Ash wisely decided that a few minutes with Chubs was an ideal way to soften her up.
The big moronic football player's mind almost disappeared in an internal frenzy of lust as he received his leader's permission to do whatever he wanted with the helpless young woman before him. Moving forward as if he were closing a gap in the defensive line, Chubs thundered across the room, pinning the girl to the wall with such force that he knocked the breath from her battered body. Desperately fighting back, Kathy tried to punch him with her tiny clenched fists, but it was like a gazelle boxing with an elephant. With one mountainous sweep of his massive arm, the big football player knocked the girl to her knees.
"You bastard!" shouted Matthews in rage, and Ash reacted quickly to this verbal interference, slamming his fist into the school teacher's stomach. When Phil doubled over in pain, Ash aimed a kick at his groin; There was a loud crunch and a shrill animal-like scream of agony as the point of his leather boot slammed into the teacher's testicles. His hand only a blur, he began slapping and back-landing the bound man until Phil's eyes rolled up in his head and he slumped forward, unconscious, held erect only by the cord binding his hands to the doorknob.
Chubs was paying no attention to anything just now but the task before him. Dropping to his knees next to the stunned young woman, he began insanely ripping the clothing from her lushly trembling young body, no longer possessing enough patience to bother with buttons and zippers. The girl was struggling senselessly, but Chubs' fingers found their way to her neck and with a deft flick of his wrist, the giant stripped her to the waist, carrying away the shredded blouse and the fragile fabric of her brassiere in one clean abrupt movement of his arm and leaving her full, lust-arousing breasts naked before the unbridled fury of his lewd passion. Kathy made one last desperate effort to wiggle away from the lust-ridden monster, but Chubs let fly a vicious backhand and she collapsed like a deck of cards, hitting the floor and sprawling on her back.
Grunting with animalistic carnality, Chubs yanked the brief wrap-around skirt free of the young teacher's slender hips and then tore away her panties as if they were made of tissue paper. She was now completely naked and helpless before the drooling giant, and she began sobbing as she realized no one could help her now.
Wide-eyed and in terror, she stared over toward the unconscious Phil Matthews and felt a sharp pang of pity and affection as she saw the blood running from his split lip and nose. Then all her senses came back to Chub.
Mumbling one vile and unintelligible obscenity after another, the dim-witted football player threw his enormous weight on top of her nakedly resisting body, knocking the breath out of her again, his hands busily prying between her long, tightly clamped legs as he forced himself into position. Taking only an instant to free his thick rigid cock from the confines of his pants, Chubs wasted no time with foreplay or preliminaries and Kathy cried in dismay as she saw the long hard rod of his cock coming closer to the wide split crevice of her helpless vagina. She knew there was nothing in the world to. prevent this ton of lard from viciously ramming his blunt-tipped penis into the unprepared softness of her vagina.
Chubs had not even taken the trouble to move the trembling girl over to the mattress lying a few feet away, and her smoothly rounded buttocks were pressing now on the cold linoleum floor as the lust-driven youth roughly spread her legs further apart with his knees, moving his monstrous penis closer and closer to the target until the bulbous blood-engorged tip brushed lasciviously against the fearfully quivering vaginal opening of the teacher's badly beaten body. After an instant's pause, Chubs simply released the pressure on his elbows, allowing his chunky body to come crashing down on Kathy's succulently ripened breasts as his hips flicked simultaneously forward, sending his thick ravishing cock skewering past the cringing lips of her tight little cunt. "Aaaaaaaggghhh!! ! "
Her scream of agony brought Phil Matthews back to an abrupt consciousness, and he lifted his head just in time to see the brutal impalement of his naked girl friend. A red fog of silent rage rolled over his mind and he began working furiously at the wires around his wrists which were holding him prisoner, quietly vowing that he was going to kill these animals regardless of the consequences. The timid, mild-mannered English teacher had disappeared forever. This was the woman he loved, and he knew he was going to commit murder to right the wrongs being done to her! But how? Ash and Jose were obviously working their way up to a lust-fueled homicidal fury, and he would be lucky if he escaped with his life.
At the moment, the possibility of revenge seemed distinctly remote. He was a hopeless prisoner, and Kathy Barton was sprawled helplessly naked and spread-eagled on the filthy floor, virtually buried beneath a two hundred seventy-five pound mountain of fat and muscle. From his vantage point at the door, Phil could see Chubs' horrendously large cock piercing her almost to the hilt, stretching the delicate pink flesh of the young teacher's cunt wider than he would have believed possible. For the moment, Chubs lay happily where he was, letting the length and breadth of his long battering pole pulsate wildly within Kathy's overburdened vagina. Then, with a grunt more animal than human, he went to work, fucking ruthlessly into her with long savage strokes, each push sending the blood-filled tip of his pole-like instrument all the way home up into the moistly palpitating recesses of her sensitive womb. Every vicious thrust brought a renewed groan of agony to the young woman's open parched lips, and Phil Matthews was going quickly out of his mind with mental distress as he watched Chubs batter her methodically into submission. The helplessly impaled woman moaned and twitched ceaselessly under this brutal jungle assault, crying out in sheer torment as Chubs reached behind him to seize her quivering thighs and hoist her legs up in the air, giving himself the fullest possible access to her defenseless little cunt.
"Oh please, God, oh Phil, make him stop!" she groaned insanely, knowing that the other teacher was as helpless as she was, but unable to restrain the agonized words which were tumbling from her throat.
"Shut up, bitch," snapped Ash menacingly. "The next time if there is a next time you'll remember to keep your big mouth shut!"
Chubs then found his own way of quieting her, plastering his thick lips against her mouth, his tongue burrowing into her open mouth as he unmercifully fucked into her, his fingers digging sadistically into the soft warm mounds of her breasts.
Matthews had ceased worrying now about the humiliation and pain to which Kathy was being subjected and was now seriously concerned that they were going to kill her, quite literally fucking her to death. His naked girl friend's succulently tempting body was nearly bent in two, and Chubs' long marauding cock was pistoning faster and faster into the glistening pink flesh of her savagely violated young cunt, and Matthews could hear the harsh mocking sound of Chubs' sperm-filled balls as they slammed rhythmically into the undefended crevice between her trembling ass-cheeks. He tried to close his eyes with grief, but found it impossible, noticing with chagrin at the same time that his own neglected cock was standing up hard and firm as if he were going to be next in line.
He was ashamed, more ashamed than he had ever been in his life, but, in fact, this was the most erotic scene he had ever witnessed and his body was reacting independently of his mind. The irony of the situation struck him like a hammer. He alone among all the men in the room sincerely loved this girl, and yet he had been condemned to stand and watch, a useless erection in his pants, while a vicious criminal from the slums fucked her senseless!
And Chubs was hitting his stride now, apparently driven half-mad by the undisputed possession of this magnificent sexual toy, skewering into her nakedness with the same inhuman strength he displayed on the football field.
Phil Matthews struggled mightily as he sought to pull the whole rickety school building down on top of them like Samson destroying the heathen temple in a final moment of self-destructive sensual fury. Kathy's face was distorted into a mask of pain as she squirmed and writhed futilely in a useless attempt to escape from this battering-ram assault, groaning as the man's powerful cock seemed to expand and grow with every renewed stroke. Chubs' face, in turn, had been transformed into sheer jungle savagery as he moved himself closer and closer to the climax he desired. There was obviously no thought on his part of giving any pleasure to the woman who lay struggling beneath him; he wanted to hurt, to punish, to humiliate, to degrade, and if he killed her in the process, than that was just tough luck as far as the others were concerned.
The whole room seemed transformed into silence as Chubs hit the high point of his roller coaster ride. A low elephant-like trumpet of victory emerged from the fat man's throat, and his heavy muscular hips slammed forward for one last extra deep penetration as the lewdly searing liquid began to spurt out of him, spraying unceasingly into the moistly quivering depths of her abused young cunt. Matthews failed to suppress a groan as he caught sight of the depraved liquid oozing out around Chubs's wildly ejaculating cock and dribbling along the sleek inner surfaces of Kathy's widely spread thighs.
The young biology teacher threw her head to one side and groaned as Chubs came endlessly into her outraged vagina, her legs falling limply to the floor as if she realized that there was no longer any reason to resist. What had been done, had been done. She had been fucked to within an inch of her life in the presence of a man she was falling in love with and she knew that neither one of them would ever forget this scene as long as they lived, assuming either one of them survived this bizarre experience.
Abruptly, Chubs yanked his slowly deflating cock out of her sorely misused little cunt, with a lewd sucking sound. He rolled over onto his buttocks with a stupid grin on his massive face, as if he expected a round of applause for his magnificent accomplishment. Kathy lay where he left her, legs still widely spread and her arms outstretched in a helpless, hopeless position. They could do no worse than this, she was telling herself. It made no difference what torments they inflicted upon her defenseless body now. She had struck bottom. Or had she?
"Yer next, Jose," grinned Ash, anxious to get at her himself, but also enjoying the power he held over the others in the room. This time, he decided who would do what to whom, not that bastard Swift. After tonight, Bud Swift would no longer be able to give orders and expect obedience from these two or any of the others. It was his show now, and he meant to enjoy it.
"Oh man, how I'm gonna love fucking this," commented Jose sadistically stripping off his shirt as he walked toward the motionless girl. "I figure ol' Chubs has messed your cunt up for awhile, Teach, so I'll jus' give it a rest. On yer knees, bitch!"
Kathy opened her eyes and looked at him blankly, not understanding what he meant. As she watched, the slender wiry football player stepped out of his pants, removing his belt and stood before her as naked as she, the belt in his hand.
"The last time we did this, Teach, you had other things on your mind, and you weren't concentratin' like you shoulda. This time, I wanna see you put some tongue into it!"
With an abrupt agile movement, Jose reached quickly down and seized the dazed woman by the hair, yanking her cruelly to her knees. When she protested feebly, he viciously struck at her unprotected buttocks with his belt, bringing a shriek of agony from the girl.
Matthews, more experienced in these matters, knew exactly what Jose was talking about, and dread filled his heart at the thought. Assuming the two of them managed to get out of this in one piece, could Kathy ever look him in the face again, knowing he had been an unwilling witness to all that had happened, and all that was going to happen? He had to do something, even if he only got another beating for his pains and it came as a violent shock to him that he was not frightened anymore. Slowly and cautiously, he began to work on the wire which bound him to the door. It was heavy-duty electrical wire, but the English teacher knew enough about science to know that wire suffers from metal fatigue and breaks when twisted back and forth in the same spot often enough. No one was paying much attention to him at the moment and he went to work, bending and rebending the wire again and again.
Jose was bending over the submissively kneeling girl now, his agile hands deftly exploring the mysteries of her tender lust-arousing body as he deliberately excited himself, pinching and kneading her provocatively swaying breasts. Kathy knew better than to fight back now, understanding the significance of the belt he held in his hand. If she offered the slightest resistance, this depraved child of the slums was quite capable of whipping her cheerfully to death while the others looked on with amusement. His hands found their way into her long, silken brown hair, and she found herself compelled to look directly at the eagerly pulsating cock which was jerking obscenely in her face only inches from her trembling lips.
"Now, I'm gonna do you a favor and give that little pussy a rest," Jose went on sadistically, taking a half step closer so that the pungent tip of his rigid cock actually brushed across the surface of her lips. "Jus' open that sweet little mouth of yours."
As if to emphasize the point, Jose released her hair and guided his long slender cock up to her tightly clenched lips, and rubbing it obscenely around the corners of her mouth. Kathy closed her eyes, knowing she could willingly never do this, not even if they killed her. Nothing on earth could make her voluntarily open her mouth . . .
"Ahhh!" she cried in sudden surprise as Jose's belt whistled in the air and cut brutally into the tender flesh of her fearfully trembling ass-cheeks, and as her mouth popped open to scream in pain, the clever young athlete took immediate advantage of the situation, flicking his hips forward, blocking her moan as he filled her mouth with the length of his hotly throbbing penis.
"Now start sucking, baby," he ordered, "and here's something to remind you what's gonna happen if you don't make me real happy."
Out of the corner of her eyes, Kathy saw his free arm flash through the air, but nothing could have prepared her for the pain she felt when the ornamental iron buckle of the belt slashed across her naked shoulders. Her scream was muffled by the continuing presence of his vilely pulsing cock in her mouth, and her violated young body jerked forward convulsively to escape the pain, an action which only had the effect of driving his invading penis further towards the back of her throat.
"Suck!"
Kathy knew precisely what was going to happen if she disobeyed, and with her, fear struggled with the desire to hang onto some particle of her own dignity. She could hardly stop them from raping her if they wanted to, but performing this obscene act in front of her boy friend called for a degree of active participation on her part. But she saw Jose raising his arm again, and she caved in immediately, beginning to nibble slightly and closing her wetly ovaled lips around the long pulsating object she held in her mouth. She had done this all once before, but then she had been drugged and battered into semi-consciousness. It was different this time, and the sense of being humiliated and degraded was much stronger. But there was no way out; she had to do it, or they would kill her!
Jose smiled lewdly as he felt the warm suction on his cock increase and saw the girl's cheeks hollow inwardly as she began to suck on him in earnest.
"Come on baby," he mocked her. "Just pretend I'm your faggoty boy friend over there, and you might even enjoy it. Or isn't his cock big enough to bother with?"
Phil Matthews might have reacted angrily to this crude sexual insult, particularly since in fact, his penis was as big as any of theirs, but at the moment he had other things on his mind. He had just broken through one of the two wires attaching him to the door, and was now transferring his attentions to the other one. His fingers were tired, and he could feel the warm trickle of blood flowing down over his hands where the wire had cut deeply into his wrists, but he had mastered the technique now and knew he could be free in another ten minutes of hard work. What would happen then was anyone's guess. If only he could get his hands on that gun!
"Come on you beautiful little cock-sucker . . . suck harder!"
Kathy responded to the threat by laboring even harder, using her tongue to excite him, realizing the sooner she could coax him into an orgasm, the sooner all of this would come to whatever end it was all destined to come to. An observer who was ignorant of the situation would have guessed mistakenly that she was enjoying it at this point, since she pressed her ovaled lips tightly around his jabbing cock as his hard muscular buttocks jerked convulsively back and forth into her face, and he muttered one obscene comment after another as he stared down cruelly at her bobbing head. Every stroke seemed to carry him farther and farther down into her throat, and the tortured young woman could feel the smooth rubbery tip of his elongated cock brushing vilely against the back of her mouth which was rapidly filling with his excited pre-ejaculate.
Jose looked down on her with lewd satisfaction as he felt his moment of triumph approaching. Here was the haughty lady teacher who stood at the front of the class and dared to deliver lectures on biology to real men like him! Somehow she did not look quite so high and mighty now, kneeling humbly before him with his long slender cock fucking its way in and out of her tightly ovaled red lips! He wanted to take her all the way down to the bottom of the barrel with him, to make her swallow his depraved semen so that she would know to the ends of her days that she was no better than he was.
Kathy was conscious of the fact that her knees were hurting and that a dull ache was beginning to form somewhere in her spine from the unnatural position into which she had been forced, but most of all she sensed that the man who was ruthlessly fucking into her mouth was nearing his own moment of truth, on the verge of spewing his vile cum into the depths of her throat.
But still it came faster than she expected! There was a brief warning groan from somewhere up above her, and the next thing she knew, Jose was gripping her head tightly from both sides so that there was no possible way of avoiding the evil blessing he was about to bestow upon her. The warm thick jet sprayed venomously into the back of her throat as he came and the girl gurgled and choked as she struggled to swallow his depraved semen, having no choice about the matter.
He held her vise-like for a long moment, emptying his loins into her as if her mouth were simply another cunt, another available repository for his sperm. And when he was finished, he threw her aside like a rag doll, yanking his deflated glistening cock from her battered abused mouth and turning to face his fellow thugs with a satisfied grin.
"I'm next," decided Ash, now beside himself with unsatisfied lust. The sight of his two cohorts abusing the girl had aroused within him the foul desire to do something really perverse, really evil. His position as head of the gang was at stake here, and he had to prove himself meaner and crueler than any of the others. And he thought he knew just how to accomplish it. There was only one thing you could do to this woman that they had not already done, and he was just the man to do it!
Tossing the pistol on top of Jose's clothing, he gazed at the broken defeated young girl with a lewd smile as he began to strip off his pants, knowing that as she lay there in a heap she was wondering what new horrors were going to be heaped upon her nakedly defenseless body. Matthews did not look as if he were going to make any trouble either, since the school teacher was standing still, his hands still tightly bound behind his back, his head bowed against his chest in the traditional posture of a defeated man.
"You boys get a hold of her," he ordered as he dropped the last article of his clothing on the floor and walked threateningly towards the cowering, intimidated young woman. "Sometimes they get a little wiggly when I play my kinda games."
The gang knew instantly what he was talking about even though Kathy was mystified. What else was there to do? Every time she thought they had dropped her all the way to the basement there was always another button on the elevator, and they managed to take her even lower. What now? She asked herself in silent horror as Chubs rolled her crudely over onto her stomach and Jose hoisted her up on her knees, so that she crouched with her buttocks waving defenselessly up in the air while the heavy, sensuous mounds of her breasts were squeezed against the cold surface of the linoleum.
Matthews almost pitched forward on his face as the last strand of wire broke, releasing him from the door. No one was looking at him now and even though his hands were still bound behind him, there was an outside chance he could slip out the entrance way and dart down the stairs before anyone looked up and missed him. They were all too preoccupied with the girl to devote much attention to him and maybe he should run while he had the chance . . .
Shaking his head, the English teacher dismissed this cowardly idea, and grimly went to work on the wire which was pinning his wrists together. In another few minutes, his arms would be free, and then he could act. In the meantime, he drew strength from the hatred building up inside of him, ignored the blood dripping from his hands where the wire was biting into the flesh, and went back to work twisting the cable endlessly back and forth. He knew full well what Ash was planning to do to Kathy, but there was no way he could stop him just now. He would have to content himself with revenge, and that would come later.
"What. . . what do you intend to do?" quavered Kathy, sensing that something very sinister was in the air. Ash was maneuvering into position behind her, probing between her legs with his rigidly extended penis. If he was going to take her dog fashion, why didn't he simply go ahead and do it? Why prolong the agony?
But the gang leader had other plans, and his hands swarmed delightedly over the unprotected surfaces of her buttocks, twisting and clawing at the two delectable globes as if he wanted to tear her ass-cheeks apart.
"Oh please . . . " she groaned unhappily as she felt Ash's outstretched middle finger invading the crevice between her buttocks. Was he just trying to upset her or humiliate her some more? Why was he running his fingers over her fearfully puckering anus?
"Ah man, that's the tightest little cherry I've ever seen," Ash boasted to his cohorts lewdly. "I'm gonna have me a real time with that little asshole."
Suddenly it all became horrifyingly clear. Kathy had heard whispered rumors about this particular perversion before, and she understood immediately that this sadistic monster intended to violate the only other opening into her tormented body. It was impossible! Only animals did things like that! They would kill her!
"Better open 'er up a little," Ash commented critically. "Never get it in the way she is."
There was a moment's probing around the outer edges of the tiny fragile elastic circle, and then with a sudden unexpected movement, Ash shoved his big middle finger forward, sinking it immediately into her as far as the first knuckle.
"Uggggghhh!" Kathy groaned in abject humiliation, surprised that it did not hurt worse than it did. For a moment, Ash labored silently behind her, rotating his finger around in ever-expanding circles in an attempt to widen the nether entrance to her loins, and then he added a second finger to the first, and it really started to hurt.
"Oh please don't.. . " she begged, now beginning to let herself go and no longer caring in the slightest whether her dignity suffered or not. "Please, do it some other way! Don't touch me there!"
The only response was a round of depraved laughter from the three naked hoodlums, and Kathy felt Ash moving even closer, nudging her legs farther apart in order to give himself unrestricted access to the whole flat plane of her loins. She told herself that this was the end. If the pain and humiliation did not kill her, then the physical act of being penetrated in the rectum would certainly finish her. A man like Phil Matthews would never look at her again. She was finished, ruined for life!
Suddenly there was a popping sound in the air as Ash pulled his fingers free of her offended anus, and for a moment she dared to hope that he had had his depraved fun and would now proceed to fuck her in the normal fashion. But the hope was in vain. No sooner had his fingers left the widened entrance when the hard bodied thug moved in close, guiding the heavy blood-engorged tip of his cock directly up to the pink-rimmed circle of her rectum. She tried to shrink away in horror, but Jose and Chubs nearly crushed the breath out of her as they held her firmly in place.
"Come on, Ash-baby, ram it in there!" Jose encouraged him lewdly.
But the new gang leader needed no advice from his friends. He had never done this to a woman before, but he had dreamed about it for years, and now he had his chance. His hands pressing out on either side of the fearfully puckering anus, he probed into the opening with his cock as Kathy began emitting one soul-shaking moan after another.
"Hold 'er down, damn it," he snarled, and pushed, putting all the weight in his big athlete's body into it. The tight anal ring fought back valiantly for a split second, but the pressure was too great and his thick cock plunged into the depths of her anus, stretching her in a way that she had never been stretched before. For a moment, the pain was too intense to allow her the luxury of uttering a sound. Then the hopelessly violated young school teacher put her head back, filled her lungs with air and screamed with all her might.
For the second time in that evening, a man stood in the deserted playground below and listened to a woman's scream break the stifling muggy air of the Ken Central night. This time it was Bud Swift who caught the sound. He had come here desperately desiring to be alone, having decided that it would be a good place to think. Assuming that Chubs, Jose, and Ash would have gone home, he had decided to climb up to their hide-away, read his book, and maybe drink himself into a stupor with whatever was left of the whiskey. In the morning, he would have to try to decide what to do. One thing had been certain in his mind; he had to make some sort of attempt to make up to Miss Barton and Phil Matthews. It did not matter if it took him the rest of his life, but ultimately they had to understand that he had not meant things to turn out the way they had. He was going to college next year by hook or by crook he decided, and when he came back, he would apply for a job teaching at Ken Central. Perhaps the two of them would still be there when he graduated, arid perhaps they would have decided to forgive him. Or perhaps not, but he would make the effort anyway. There was a lot of evil in him, but he sensed with a growing elation that made him want to weep that there had to be some good as well.
But now there was this scream. For a moment he questioned his sanity. Could it have been his imagination? Jesus Christ! It sounded like Kathy Barton's voice, but it was difficult to identify a voice from a scream. But if it was Miss Barton . . . if she was in trouble . . . he wasted no more time on speculation. There were stairs to be climbed before he would know what the situation was. If it was Kathy, he had to help her, and Swift stuck the paperback book into his pocket and headed for the stairs at a run.
The moment his cock was inside the warm buttery depths of her rectum, Ash wasted no more time, not really caring whether he was hurting her or not. Chuckling obscenely to himself, the young athlete began fucking in and out of the heated softness of her tight little nether passage, bringing sob after sob of misery to her lips. Each stroke seemed to go deeper than the one before it, and on the back stroke, tiny fragile ridges of flesh seemed to cling to the hardened shaft of his penis as Ash delighted in the warm enveloping flesh pressing in on his thick pistoning penis from all sides.
Kathy's cum-soaked body jerked and quivered, her resistance now shattered beyond all possible hope of repair. The pain was great, but the teacher had learned in the past few hours to live with pain. However, this was the final complete humiliation of a woman, and she pictured how she must look to Phil Matthews as she knelt in slavish submission before the man who was sodomizing her lasviciously from behind. It felt as if the great trunk of a tree had suddenly been thrust up inside of her rectum, and every time Ash's pulsating rod came vilely plunging into her, she could feel her entire body convulse in distress, as if the muscles of her anus were being stretched beyond the point of no return.
The natural lubricating juices inside of the young woman's body began to flow, and Ash could feel that his movements were now easier and even more pleasurable. No man alive could have stood this intense pressure for long, and Ash knew that his ride was going to be short but intense. But then something happened that almost made him lose his erection. Stunningly, the kneeling naked woman beneath him shuddered twice and moaned like a lost soul in hell.
"Jesus Christ," Jose said, not really believing the evidence, "she's cumming."
Kathy wailed again and then began thrusting her nakedly churning buttocks back harder against the thick invading pole of flesh.
Ash grinned in lewd triumph and began fucking deeper up into the convulsing teacher's rectum.
"Cumming in a minute," he grunted to his companions who were watching this depraved spectacle with lascivious enjoyment.
No one was paying much attention to Phil Matthews. The sweat running down his forehead from the exertion, the school teacher kept his hands clenched tightly behind him even though he had finally broken through the last strand of wire. He was in a strange frame of mind, and only a trained psychologist could have explained it clearly. One side of his brain was boiling with a savage hatred, for the other three men in the room, but another whole part of him was coldly calculating his movements. He was only three steps away from the gun, and he studied it carefully out of the corner of his eye, observing accurately that Ash had left the safety lock in the "on" position, meaning that he would have to cock the weapon and release the safety before it could be fired. Mentally, he paced off the three quick steps to the pile of clothing, knowing from prior bitter experience just how fast Chubs could move when he wanted to, and knowing that just once in his life he had to move much faster.
Bud Swift heard the first shot as he climbed the last flight of stairs to the gang's hideaway, and he did not pause to think of who might be shooting at whom but threw all his energy into the last mad dash to the room where Kathy Barton might be. He hurled himself into the room, the momentum of his charge carrying him into the middle of the fray, and he tripped over the corpulent body of Chubs who was lying face down on the floor half-way between the mattress and the corner where Phil Matthews stood with the gun held steadily in his hand. The big man had evidently moved very fast to have gotten that far, but not quite fast enough, since there was a bullet hole the size of a bean on one side of his head, and on the other side the entire ear was gone with brain matter splattered all over the floor.
For an instant, Swift felt as if he had stumbled onto the set of a motion picture. Jose rose like lightning, moving towards the door and a fraction of a second later, the young football player's chest exploded outward in red as Matthews pumped two soft-nosed shells from the thirty-eight caliber revolver into his torso. Yanking himself free of the violated woman's body, Ash was on his knees, his hands covering his face as if he could somehow make the bullets go away if he did not see them. Matthews stepped forward, his hands steady and calm, and deliberately shot him once in the head. Ash was slammed backward against the wall, and Swift watched as the girl scrambled nakedly out of the way to avoid being covered by the red fountain of blood spurting from his body and a white fountain of cum spurting from a cock which would never rise again. .
"No, Phil, no!" came Kathy's scream, but Bud Swift knew she was wasting her breath, and turned his head to one side as Matthews fired. The first bullet hit him about two inches below the shoulder on the left side of his chest, and he did not feel it although the impact sent him reeling backwards against the wall. Matthews fired again, the last bullet in the pistol, and Swift felt nothing at all. A wave of warm blackness engulfed him as he slumped to the floor and knocked over the kerosene lantern.
"Come on, get your clothes!" Phil snapped at the sobbing girl as if he were angry at her, stooping to the floor to pick up the remains of her skirt.
"You killed him," shy muttered, frozen stock still by all that happened. "You killed them all."
"They . . . I executed them," Matthews replied as the flames from the kerosene lantern licked at the wooden beams near Swift's corpse. "Come on, this place will go up like a tinder box!"
The growing heat from the rapidly spreading fire brought her to her senses, and Kathy stumbled to her feet, fastening the skirt around her naked loins. The blouse had been torn to shreds and Matthews handed her Ash's shirt, urging her towards the door. There was no chance now of putting out the fire and no reason to try. The building was due to be destroyed anyway and no one would think to look among the ashes for the bodies of four hoodlums who had mysteriously disappeared. No one would care, and only the police files would remain to testify that Chubs, or Jose, or Ash, or Bud Swift had ever really existed in the first place.
"Come on!" shouted Matthews, the steel in the man's character showing clearly now. "I want to be away from here before the police arrive!"
"Wait, there's a book," Kathleen Barton mumbled, ducking to pick up a tattered paperback which had fallen out of Swift's back pocket. By the light of the fire, she could barely make out the title. It was called The Voyage of the Beagle written by Charles Darwin.
Her eyes blinded by a flood of scalding tears, she clenched the book in one hand as Matthews seized the other and led her quickly down the darkened staircase.
In the distance they could hear the sirens and behind them was the angry roar of hell as the fires consumed the damned.