Danny drove his car as fast as he could through the dark night streets of Ferndale, but of course he couldn't go as fast as Rick's souped-up car. Fortunately he saw the direction Rick had taken, towards the "bad" part of town, and guessed where the gang was going. He knew where Rick lived, for he'd once had a paper route in that section.
After a twenty-minute ride, Danny reached the ugly little clapboard house. He stalked silently towards the house. Now that he was there, he really didn't know what he wanted to do. To confront Miss White, to tell her what he thought of her? Yes – but how? He was no match for the four husky gang members. Best to get the lay of the land first.
Danny reached the living-room window and peered cautiously inside. What he saw made his handsome face flush with shock and anger.
Holy Christ, she was taking on all of them at once! Beautiful Miss White, the austere and dignified woman of his dreams, was lying stark naked on the floor, surrounded by panting squealing naked boys.
As far as Danny could make out, Kris was fucking her in the ass, while Mel screwed her cunt, and Terry and Rick had their cocks in her mouth. She was sucking those cocks like crazy, and her lovely wide hips moved hornily to the fuck-strokes of the cocks in her cunt and asshole.
No wonder she'd abandoned Danny! If she craved this kind of action, she needed more than one man.
Danny hung his head. In spite of his disgust and anger, he still loved her. Maybe he could forgive her for all this, win her back. He found himself reluctant to confront her, to break off with her once and for all. He'd wait awhile, see what happened…
Perhaps things were not as he thought. Perhaps Miss White was still his ideal woman after all.
Rick fell back onto the carpet, his dripping limp meat slipping from Kay's mouth. "Whew!" he gasped. "That was far-out!"
"You're tellin' me," sighed Terry, who had also fallen back exhausted on the floor. "But what do we do for an encore?"
Mel slowly withdrew his limp wet prick from Kay's flooded cunt. He wiped his sweaty forehead and pulled off his steamy glasses to clean them.
"Yeah, Rick," he giggled, "that's gonna be a pretty hard act to follow. We got her for the whole weekend, but I sure as hell don't see how you're gonna top this."
Kris, silent as usual, slipped out from under Kay's heaving limp body. He sat close beside her, fondling her damp full boobs, looking down at her with an intent but inscrutable gaze. It made Kay nervous, and she was glad when he went away to find a cigarette.
Meanwhile Rick was responding to his buddies' taunts. "I got something that'll top even this," he said, giggling softly as he thought of it. "Let's take a break, then I'll show you."
Kay was relieved when the boys moved away into the corner and passed around a joint of marijuana which Terry produced from some secret cache. She was so drained and bruised, she could hardly move. Her mind seemed numb again, shocked into insensibility by the thing she'd just been through. Never in her wildest most horny fantasies had she imagined taking on more than one man at once, and now she'd had four.
She'd serviced four boys simultaneously, with her mouth and asshole and cunt, and, even worse, she'd gotten crazily aroused by it. She hated herself. Was she some kind of nymphomaniac, unable to resist a hard cock?
Nevertheless she had to try to get out of this sordid mess. If she could survive this weekend, hold out till the gang let her go, she would leave Ferndale and try to make a new life for herself somewhere else. If they let her go…
The pungent smell of pot wafted across the room, pleasantly invading her nostrils, and she wished that she, too, had something to make her high, something to ease the tension of her body and drown out the voice of her conscience. Suddenly she gasped and started – she hadn't noticed, but Kris had appeared beside her. As if in answer to a prayer, he was holding out a tall glass of whiskey. Kay gawked at him. Kris was hardly the Good Samaritan type. He had to be up to something.
"Take it," he said, thrusting the glass towards her. "I made it for you. I figured you might need it."
What the hell? She didn't care about his motives. She needed the drink badly. She took it from him and almost drained it in one long swallow. Welcome warmth, sweet numbness, began to invade her body almost immediately. Kris watched her intently, and he began to speak in a low voice that the others couldn't hear.
"I don't like sharing my women," he said. "I particularly don't like sharing you with that asshole Rick. Sure, he's older, and he's the leader, but I'm planning on leaving the gang. When I do, I want you to be my woman. If they give us any trouble, I'll take care of them. You and I could have some real fun together. I'm up for anything, and I can tell you are, too. I really liked fucking you in the ass, baby. I got off on that. I'd like to do it again, and I bet you'd dig it…"
He went on like that, a very long speech for silent Kris, describing the bizarre and sadistic things he wanted to do to her. Kay realized, with horror, that Kris was just another version of Rick and less talkative but equally sick. He told how he wanted to form his own gang, and how he wanted Kay to be their communal woman. She almost laughed out loud – though not from amusement. If this was to be her future in Ferndale, to be passed from one teen-age gang to another, she might as well be dead.
"What d'ya say, baby?" Kris was asking. "Will you come with me when I split this gang?"
No point in making him angry. Besides, she might be able to use him. "Of course, Kris," she said warmly. "I've always been most attracted to you. Maybe you can keep Rick from hurting me this weekend. I don't know how much more I can take…"
Kris nodded. "You bet I will. I don't want any damaged goods." He reached out and tweaked her tender brown nipple so hard that she had to grit her teeth in order not to scream. He grinned. "You and I are gonna have a real good time. You'll see."
Oh, no, I won t, Kay thought grimly. He was just like Rick – getting his kicks from hurting people – but he actually thought she enjoyed being hurt! Again Kay suppressed a bitter laugh. She'd rather be dead than become Kris' "woman". He didn't know that, of course, and at least she'd enlisted his help against Rick.
Kris had slipped his hand between her legs and was rubbing her bruised red clit so hard that she wanted to scream. She was actually relieved when she heard Rick's voice again.
"Hey, man," he called, "what're you doing to her? Share and share alike, buddy."
"Sorry," said Kris, pulling his hand from Kay's steamy snatch. He winked at her, sealing their conspiracy, then got up and walked away. Kay breathed a sigh of relief. With friends like Kris, she certainly didn't need enemies.
"So what's shaking?" said Kris, strolling casually over to his buddies. "I got bored, man. That's why I was fooling with her. Seems like nothing's happening."
"Well, it's about to happen," Rick snapped. "We just wanta finish this joint. Then I'll show you something you won't believe."
"Sure, sure," said Kris skeptically.
Rick's face grew hot. "You don't believe me, huh? Okay, I'll show you right now."
He leaped up and bounded from the room. "Hey, man," Mel said nervously to Kris, "what's your problem? You don't wanta make him mad. You know how he gets."
Kris almost spat in contempt. "So what is he, king or something?"
"Take it easy," said Terry. "Let's not spoil the fun."
Rick tried to get to his feet and found that he had to do it slowly, carefully. "Shit," he giggled, "I'm drunk. Gotta get to the kitchen, find a toy."
"A toy?" Kris tittered. "We gonna play with toys?"
"No, we're gonna play with this cunt here," said Rick, who had finally succeeded in standing up. "Be right back. Bring big surprise…"
"I like sure-surprises," said Terry, swaying dizzily. He, too, was gagging crazily.
Kay feared their wild drunkenness. There was no telling what they'd do to her with all their inhibitions drowned in booze, all their animalistic instincts released. When Rick staggered back from the kitchen, her worst fears were realized. He was carrying an enormous hard sausage, still wrapped in its grocery plastic.
"See," he giggled, "I said a big surprise."
The other boys laughed and applauded. "What you gonna do with that?" Mel asked drunkenly. "We gonna eat it?"
"No, dummy," said Kris, giggling. "He's gonna stick it up her cunt."
"Right again," said Rick, staggering over to Kay. "You're a real bright boy. That's exactly what I'm gonna do. Stick it up her cunt…"
Kay screamed and leaped to her feet. The enormous sausage was almost two feet long and a good six inches thick. It would kill her!
She raced for the door, but even in his drunken dizziness Rick managed to catch her. He dragged her back to the center of the room where his eager buddies helped force her to the floor. Kay found herself pinned on her back, her legs forced wide apart, her cunt exposed. Rick swayed over her, waving the huge hard sausage, grinning savagely.
From his hiding place in the dark hallway he'd seen Rick getting the sausage, heard what the sadistic gang-leader planned to do with it. The sausage was far too big for Kay's small cunt. She would be cruelly torn, perhaps even killed, by that thing. Danny had to save her before Rick could carry out his horrible scheme.
First he created a diversion, hoping to lure at least some of the gang away from Kay. He spotted a waste basket filled with crumpled papers, and he quickly lit a match to it. It blazed up fast.
Danny ducked into a dark alcove, planning to wait there and take on the gang one by one as they ran to investigate the flames. But his fire was more effective than he'd intended. It caught the dry wallpaper, creating suffocating clouds of smoke. He dropped to his knees, coughing and choking…
"Hey, I smell smoke!" Mel said dizzily.
Rick had dropped to his knees and was about to thrust the enormous sausage into Kay's defenseless cunt. She was sobbing frantically, trying to fight off the boys' iron grip on her arms and legs. Rick sniffed the air, looked around, and suddenly went pale.
"Hey," he said dizzily, "the house's on fire! Gotta stop… Get water…"
Kay felt them letting go of her wrists and ankles just as the suffocating cloud of smoke billowed into the room. She heard strangled cries as the drugged hoods crumpled onto the floor, overcome by smoke and the sleeping pills. She was coughing, choking, close to fainting from the deadly fumes, when someone gathered her up and began carrying her across the room.
She fainted, and she didn't know how much time passed before she woke to the cold night air and the tickle of wet grass beneath her naked body.
She was lying behind bushes somewhere, and there was a slim warm body on top of her. Someone was fucking her, and she felt an instant quiver of pleasure as she woke to the rigid jerking of his cock inside her clinging cunt.
"Darling," Danny whispered hoarsely. "I love you so much. I saved you because I love you. You belong to me, just me… Because I love you."
That had been Danny's explanation for burning down the house with all four boys inside. He'd managed to find clothes for her, to get her home before the fire engines came, before the police arrived.
On that drunken Friday night, none of the neighbors remembered seeing a woman go into Rick's house. They only remembered that Rick's parents had been out of town and that the unmanageable teen-ager had had one of his wild parties. They testified that Rick and his friends often took drugs and did crazy things.
The police drew the obvious conclusion – Rick and his three buddies had passed out on drugs and died in an accidental fire. There was nothing to implicate Danny.
Kay didn't intend to tell the truth about Danny, either. In her mind it wasn't Danny's fault. It was her fault. Her insane lust had twisted his mind, and she was responsible for the four deaths.
It was a blot on her conscience Kay would never forget, no matter how far away she traveled. Nevertheless, she was leaving.
In the grey dawn, Kay while took a train west, her destination unknown as yet. She wondered if she could salvage her life, or if the dark madness inside her would lead again to destruction.