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
