As she emerged from the door behind the shrubbery, Billie had a restless feeling in the pit of her stomach and between her legs. What she had seen had turned her on. Now, she was still turned on, but she was having second thoughts about saying yes to Thelma, mainly because of Carl.
She liked him, maybe loved him. Maybe she could have her cake and eat it, too. But she doubted it. With his attitude about women, he would kill her if he knew she was a member of such a club. But maybe he would also join.
It was late; there was no one in sight on campus. In her present mood she decided to walk off her frustrations before returning to the residence hall.
Then she thought of the night she had been raped in the tunnel she had just left. Was he around again?
She thought again of Carl. Why should she always go to him? Why didn’t he ever go to her? Then she realized that she was walking in the direction of the maintenance building where he had his apartment.
She quickened her pace, came within sight of the building, and walked in the shelter of a line of poplars. She stopped and waited. Then she moved out into plain view. There were tows of windows, some lighted; these, she thought, probably belonged to the maintenance men.
She walked slowly along in the moonlight, her excitement quickening. It was as though invisible forces were at work, reaching out and contacting other forces.
As she turned slowly back toward the trees, she saw a movement a shadow at one corner of the building. It had not been there before.
Her excitement increased as she moved again, slowly, into the shelter of the trees. Then she walked beyond them. There was an old shack about a hundred yards from the main building that was used to store equipment. Without knowing why, she headed toward it. It wasn’t used at all anymore. In fact, its door had long since fallen off.
Billie looked back. The shadow from the corner of the building had moved to the line of trees. It was white now in the moonlight. A white shirt and dark a pair of dark slacks.
Billie quickened her pace. Then, as her pursuer emerged from the trees, she veered off at an angle back toward the main buildings of the school and began to run.
The man angled also. He ran faster, cutting her off.
She veered again, headed for the grove and the thick brambles on the far side of the old shack.
The man came in direct pursuit now, closing the gap between them. Billie ran as fast as she could, not stopping to look back. But before she reached the grove, heavy breathing and the beat of feet behind her told her that she couldn’t make it.
Hands reached out and grasped her shoulders. She stumbled and went down.
But she recovered quickly, turned on her back and kicked out savagely, her skirt going high on her thighs.
“Let… me… alone!” she screamed.
“The hell with that. What do you think I chased you for? Let’s go in the shack. I want you right now.”
She looked up into Carl’s face. “If you attack me, you’ll be just like a rapist.”
“That’s what I am anyhow. I never said I was any different.”
He caught one ankle, then the other, held her there helpless.
“I-I-I’ll scream.”
“You do and I’ll ram grass down your throat. Now will you get up and walk into that shack like a lady, or do I have to drag you?”
“Like a lady! That’s a laugh. You wouldn’t know a lady if you saw one.”
“That’s beside the point. Are you going in there?”
“Then I’ll drag you.”
It was perhaps fifty feet to the dark doorway of the building, all soft thick sod, so the trip wasn’t too painful. Billie tired at first to keep her skirt down over her thighs as she was dragged along. But then the pressure on her ass pulled her panties tight up into her crotch and as he pulled her grimly along, she heaved and arched her body so that she was being pulled along on her shoulders. In this position, she reached down and pulled the panties out of their tightly wedged position in her cunt.
“You fucking son of a bitch,” she hissed at him. “Just when I started to think you were human.”
“That’s what I am,” he replied, mirthlessly. “You’re a pig, a swine, a… a degenerate!”
“Aren’t we all?”
He pulled her inside the shack.
He let go of her ankles and she was on her hands and knees instantly, crawling away. The windows, high in the wall, let in enough moonlight to make the room fairly light. Halfway across the floor, Billie got to her feet and turned; Carl was standing in the doorway. He had not been idle. He’d stripped off his slacks and shirt; and his silhouette told her he was naked.
He moved forward. Billie stood alert, poised, set to evade him and reach the door. She made her lunge, but he reached out, caught her around the waist and lifted her off the floor.
She kicked and fought in silent fury as he held her there. “You’ll never do it! I won’t let you! I’ll fight you all night!”
“I’ll make it,” he said grimly.
He threw her down on the floor and sat down on her, backward. He caught her thrashing legs, pushed them under either arm, took a firm grip on her panties. Then he released her legs and stripped her panties off.
She brought her thighs together in an effort to hold the panties on. Her knees pressed against them. After pulling once or twice, he drew her knees up, and callously jabbed his finger into her cunt.
Billie emitted a squeal of surprise, anger, and pain. This didn’t seem to bother him in the least.
He slipped the panties down and off as her legs came apart in a natural reaction.
“You’ll… never… get… me,” Billie raged as she hammered at his back with her fists.
He paid no attention to her, using his energy in other ways. Lifting his weight off her body, he sat down beside her. He seized the ankle farthest from him, locked her thigh tight between his own thighs, high against the fork of his body. This left her near leg extended out over his belly.
Lying there on her back, Billie jerked and fought. She kicked her free leg desperately, but couldn’t get away.
Now he grasped her free ankle, raised the leg up and outward, leaving her cunt exposed. Smiling grimly, he turned on his side. Their bodies now were locked tight together, man hard against woman.
Billie realized her helplessness. Lying there on her back, with him holding both her wrists, she was completely at his mercy, unable to protect herself. She writhed and twisted in the grip of his thighs.
“You prick,” she gasped.
“Sure, honey, all men are bastards.”
“You…” she said, knowing for sure now. “It was you that night in the tunnel.”
“Yes… it was me. And you’re not the first. All the dizzy girls who want to join that stupid club get a little of my cock first. That’s all they want is cock, so I give it to them. That’s all Louise wanted and so I let her join the Lovers.”
“Do… do you belong?”
“Hell, no, what for?” he replied. “Revenge is sweeter this way.”
“Was Louise your girl?”
“She was my wife. Now shut up! I’m going to fuck you.”
His fingers jammed into her cunt.
The rage, the anger, was in her conscious mind; but something else was behind it, something reaching up from the subconscious.
A decent girl needs it as much as any other kind. She can’t go up to a man and say, please do it to me. But she can arrange to get herself trapped so she can’t do anything about it, so she has to lie there and take it. But she hasn’t been wanton like some girls are. She hasn’t crawled to a man and whined or begged for it. She makes him take it away from her so she can still live with herself, because if a girl gets raped, it isn’t her fault.
Billie lay on her back with her eyes closed and her teeth clenched as Carl generated the heat in her body to a higher and higher pitch. Her free leg stretched far outward, the muscles tensed, the leg jerking in rhythm to his drive.
The rhythm… the devilish, ecstatic rhythm. His hand was under her ass, clawing, searching. Her body jerked.
But she was lost. She knew now that she hated him. But she also knew that she was going to let him fuck her; she wanted him to fuck her.
“I need something in my pussy!” she cried. “Finger it! Finger it! Don’t hold back! Fuck it with your hand!”
Now she was riding her hips and buttocks up high on his driving hand. He managed to get one, then two, then three fingers in the expanding love hole. Hot juice poured all around in her cunt and [missing text].
“Is that okay?” he asked, working his hand as though he were pumping a tire. “Do you like that?”
“Yes, hell yes! Only deeper! Stick it in deeper!”
He rammed with all his might and could feel her cunt walls throbbing. He tickled at the little nub of her clit with his thumb as he finger-fucked on. He brought his other hand around behind her and grasped her ass. With one hand in front and one behind, he held her cunt firmly and continued to pour it on with the extended fingers.
“Deeper! It’s gotta be deeper!” she yelled.
“That’s all, baby, it won’t go any deeper. And my prick is getting hard, but it’s not hard enough…”
“I gotta have it! I can’t stand it! You’re burning me up… ram it in deeper! Split me open!”
If only my Goddam dick would come alive, he cursed himself. Sharp pains shot through his arms from holding her off the floor and bearing the weight of her luscious thighs.
Damn her, he thought, she really wanted it. She was taking the kick out of it.
And his cock wouldn’t get hard.
And she was winning the bitch.
He looked around and suddenly caught sight of an old buggy whip cast aside from a bygone era. The tongs of the whip had long ago disappeared, but the handle was intact, long, black, and thick.
Could she take it?
Who gives a shit, she’s going to get it.
He kept finger-fucking her as he slid across the floor.
She didn’t know what he was doing but she didn’t care; all she wanted was to get her frenzied cunt full of something. He milked her ass with his hand, ran a reaming finger into her pert little ass each time he plunged the fingers of the other hand. After several seconds he had succeeded in moving them backwards almost a yard.
“Oooohhhhhhh!” Billie screamed. He had massaged her clit to a state of climax and now she was having an orgasm against his plunging fingers. He felt the skin of his fingers burning from all the friction of her bumping pussy. She screamed on and wanted more. He could tell that one peak had finished and another was beginning. The movement along the floor had only served to make her more wild.
“I’m coming a hundred times! Keep fucking it, oh, keep fucking it!” Billie shrieked.
And now Carl had reached the whip. He slipped his hand out of her cunt. She swooned and threw her legs wide apart. Her gaping pussy seemed to moan for something. Her hips gave a tremendous leap upward, trying to ensnare anything. He held the handle a second, brought it down even with her lurching pussy, and fixed it at the lips of her hole.
Immediately her cunt grabbed for the blunt instrument. In a second, she was arching her loins up higher, taking the artificial cock fully inside for two or three inches. In all, the handle must have been ten inches long. He held it firmly and looked intently into her face, wanting to make sure that she knew what this was all about. She jerked backward and heaved for more of the deadly object; her eyes popped open and she looked at him fiercely, in the throes of erotic desire.
“God, Carl shove it in! I need it! Oh, but I need it! Please, please, my pussy needs it!”
He felt his cock stiffen up hard. He thought that he would hold the whip in place only for a minute and then replace it with his prick. God, he wanted to fuck that cunt! He could feel it throughout his whole being. Never in his life had he wanted a woman more, even Louise. He had had his share of pussy, but this was entirely new, entirely different. The thought of her wanting to be fucked by the artificial prick stirred him up more than anything. He felt all his blood swirling in his veins as he looked down and saw the handle sinking into the juicy hole.
“I want to fuck you!” he barked then.
“Too late! Too late! Oh, fuck me, yes! But fuck me with that first! Please don’t take it out… if you take it out, I’ll die! Fuck me, oh fuck me with that thing!”
She flashed her arms up and around and grabbed his hands with hers, guiding the hard leather cock. With her hands on his, she shoved the firm object in deep. She let out a distorted moan as it touched the entrance of her womb. She lay back as though in a trance, and held his hands firmly above her pussy and on the end of the artificial device.
“Oh, God,” she cried. “It’s awful… but I want it… I’m rotten… rotten to the core…”
“Yes you are, you bitch… you’re rotten. Just like all of them, you’re rotten all the way through.”
“Don’t talk, you bastard. Fuck! Fuck my cunt… FUCK ME!”
She hunched her hips on the rod. With both hands on the leather cock, he began to pull it up and push it back down carefully. The first two or three times caused her to moan and flail her hips around. She grabbed him around the waist with her legs and locked them firmly. The whip had not gone all the way in yet; each time that he pulled it up and shoved it back in place he urged it just a bit deeper. Finally, he plunged it in as deep as it would go, letting his bunched fingers pause at the hot and syrupy opening to her cunt.
Her ass was bouncing with each stroke. She humped it and let him fuck her with its mashing fullness. Clearly she was taking it all without any difficulty. Once, as he pushed it rapidly, she lunged upward and ate the entire length of it. His fingers lost it for a minute and it stuck deep in her hole. She shrieked out in a grotesque cry of wantonness. He groped until he found the end of the handle and then brought it out halfway again. She was going crazy now with wanting a full fuck.
“I’m going to come any second!” she cried. “Pour it on! Oh God, fuck it fuck it fuck it!”
With a firm grip he jacked down into her spread-eagled cavern. He jammed and rammed it like a hot poker into a blast furnace. Her legs flapped at his sides.
“I need it, I need it!” she chanted, hunching madly. “I need it, I need it I need it!”
He felt that he just had to get that leather thing out of her pussy and get his cock where it yearned to be. He tried to pull it all the way out, but she stopped him frantically with her hands.
“No! No!” she cried. “I’m coooommmmiiiinnnngggg!”
She bellowed like a woman being burned at the stake. Her whole body balled against him. He felt her hands on his cock as she continued to scream. Her hands began to mash and pull and jack his now rock-hard prick. He tried to pull his cock away from her pumping hands, not wanting to waste his stuff in her hands. But she held on like a madwoman and jacked furiously.
“Oh, God, I’m going to come! Come on, baby, let me fuck you!”
“No, it’s good, it’s good, it’s so goooood!” she moaned.
She was jacking his stiff cock so fast that he thought she would rip it off. Her orgasm stretched out beyond mere seconds; she hunched her slippery hole over the black demon time and time again, unable to get enough of it to fully satisfy her insatiable appetite. Carl felt his cock give a violent jerk and then he spurt a huge wad of cum on her bare stomach. The cock jerked again and shot another volley of cream, splattering on the blonde hair of her pussy.
“I’m coming!” he yelled.
Deftly, she hunched the whip, withdrew her hot loins, and in one lightning motion, hunched her cunt on the granite-hard head of his cock. Her pussy was catching the full force of his eruption now. She was not so much letting him fuck her as she was acting as a reservoir for his cum. She felt great gobs of his seed spitting down into her hot canal.
“There, you prick,” she gasped finally. “Are you satisfied now?”
“Fuck you,” he growled.
“You’re not man enough. That whip handle did it better!”
His fist slammed against the jaw. Her head hit the floor, but she didn’t go out. She heard him get into his clothes and, through slitted eyes, saw his image as he walked out the door.
There was no more doubt in her mind now.
She would join the Lovers, and she would have her revenge.