Velda laughed at that.
“Hold it, then,” she told me. “Or just piss your panties.”
Nice.
The grass was damp under my bare feet, the night air cool on my skinny bare legs and under my skimpy nightgown. It was dark out, really dark, not even a pale sliver of yellow moon to see. Velda used her small flashlight to lead the way, taking us across the wide expanse of lawn to somewhere at the rear of the huge, entirely fenced-in property.
“Is there really a well?” I wanted to know. “Did you throw a student named Suzie in there?”
Both Velda and Ingrid laughed.
“We started that story,” Velda admitted. “A couple of years ago, to keep all those little idiots in line. But we've got something way better for you.”
“Or worse,” the little redhead behind me added. “You'll see.”
And Ingrid reached out and gave my butt a quick smack through my panties, just the side of one cheek, as if hurrying me along, but almost more like it was a little taste of what was to come. I was guessing a hard paddling was their plan, somewhere on the grounds where my cries of pain couldn't be heard. They'd hold me down or tie me down, then take turns spanking my bare ass until I was crying hysterically and literally begging for mercy.
But I couldn't have been more wrong.
CHAPTER 20
We stopped in the dark suddenly.
I realized we were standing beside a red brick building that could only be the huge garage at the very back of the grounds. Built over a hundred years ago to house horse-drawn carriages, it was large enough today to hold at least a dozen cars.
“Go,” Velda said. “Up the stairs.”
She pushed me forward and then she and Ingrid marched me, barefoot and still in just my panties and skimpy nightie, up a flight of older wooden stairs that led up the outside of the building to the second floor.
“I'm going to get a splinter in my foot,” I said, the rough wooden stairs creaking beneath our combined weight. “These stairs don't seem safe. And I still have to really pee.”
Velda hit me between the shoulders, not that hard but enough to hurt. “Jesus Christ, kid, shut the hell up. Goddamn it, all you do is complain.”
“Duh. You kidnapped me.”
“You deserve it,” she said. “Doing that to Carol.”
I just shook my head. “It was an accident. So I don't deserve it.”
Velda just laughed.
“So sue us, slut.”
The little redheaded Ingrid laughed at that, too, then reached around me and opened a wide plank door at the top of the stairs. Light from within flooded the small landing we stood on. I could see someone standing there, right inside the doorway.
“Meet Jackson,” Velda announced.
And she pushed me inside.
Jackson's place over the school's garage was huge, a narrow but long loft-like apartment that apparently ran the length of the entire building. It was well-lit, had a very high ceiling, unfinished walls with plumbing and wiring showing, a minimum of furniture, and no windows that I could see.
A huge but older plasma TV was hung on one wall, a large sleeper couch across the room from it, the kind that pulled out into a bed. There were no other chairs or places in sight to sit. He apparently didn't have many visitors.
The only lavish touch was the carpeting, the same carpeting in Miss Hellview's private quarters (she must've gotten a great deal!), that deep burgundy weave-it felt like heaven on my bare feet after my night-time trek through the grass.
There were two or three doors down at the other end, at least one of which I assumed had to be a bathroom.
“I still have to pee,” I almost cried. I was actually cupping my crotch with my hand, holding it in. “Really bad.”
Jackson looked to each of my female captors for approval, and when Velda finally exhaled with annoyance but looked away, he pointed, “Second door down. And just relax, there's nowhere to run to up here.”
“Fine.”
As Maryanne and Pamela had described him, he really was a creepy looking guy, in his early 20's, I'd say, skinny with greasy looking long hair and a narrow, acne-scarred face. He had a tattoo of a spider web on his neck and a look in his almost-black eyes that seemed a little crazy. I had no idea whether Jackson was his first name or his last, and didn't care.
But I was definitely scared.
In the mostly unfinished bathroom, I closed the door behind me but discovered there was no lock. I really didn't have to pee, but I did have to be alone-as soon as Velda said we were going somewhere, I'd snatched my new cell phone from under my pillow in the dark, then been carrying it in my hand the entire time.
Neither Velda nor Ingrid even thought to check, and why would they? I was mostly naked and cell phones weren't allowed.
Anyway, as we climbed the stairs, and knowing we'd probably be coming to a lighted area, I'd covertly slid the tiny phone down into the crotch of my panties, between my legs, then held myself as if I really had to go.
Idiots.
It was easy enough to find my father's number in my uncle's cell phone. I was afraid they'd hear me talking, even if I whispered, so I sat on the toilet and texted him, hoping he'd get it sooner than later. It was almost three in the morning, after all.
'Daddy, big trouble. Call school, bad people doing bad things to me, in Jackson's, over garage. I don't know-'
A loud banging on the door ended my texting. I put my phone behind the toilet on the floor, and left it there, hoping they wouldn't find it. Then I stood up as if I'd just finished peeing and flushed.
“Hurry it up,” Velda said, opening the door. “Get out here.”
The sight that greeted me as she walked me back up the room to the sleeper couch was odd, to say the least.
Creepy Jackson was sprawled on one side of the couch in only a tee-shirt, his thin but longish cock standing up and being avidly sucked by little Ingrid. She was naked except for her tennis shoes, kneeling in front of him, her red hair pulled back out of the way and held by a rubber band behind her head.
Not the odd part.
Jackson had his eyes closed and was slowly, jerkily, pumping his hips in a semi-fucking motion, pushing his cock deeper into the little 14-year-old's sucking mouth with each bob of her head.
Still not the odd part.
A young but large German shepherd dog, both front paws encased in white socks and his snout held tightly by a little leather muzzle, was holding Ingrid around the waist and fucking her like there was no tomorrow. Which she was clearly loving, groaning with excitement, her pale tits swinging back and forth as she jerked her small bare ass back at the dog with every thrust of his big pink cock.
Even from where I stood, I could easily see the entire shaft of it disappearing repeatedly into her juicy red- haired cunt.
“He's in me so deep!” she mouthed around Jackson's slightly bent cock, licking and sucking it loudly. Her breathing was ragged and harsh. “God, he's fucking me to death! I love it, I goddamn love it, getting fucked so
