blonde! She had on her school uniform and she took no notice of the girls. Instead she went right up to the instructor and whispered something in her ear. Reflexively I pointed the microphone at them and turned the receiving volume up as high as it would go. But I may have been too late. The instructor shook her head and the blonde left. I became impatient to find out what had been said. It wouldn't have been too difficult to turn the tape back and find out, but under the circumstances it would have been too distracting. Those girls kept bringing the beast out in me; I couldn't help myself.
They were frolicking under the showers, pushing each other and throwing hands full of water into each other's faces, and there was some wrestling here and there. The gym instructor told them to cut it out and for a moment they did. They washed themselves down and stood close together under the cascade of hot water, their pert little bottoms pointing directly at me, their hands rubbing their little breasts, faces turned up to the water. I felt like Frankenstein going through his metamorphosis! My fangs were growing along with my cock, I was covered in caveman hair, my nails turned to claws, foam dripped from my lips, my body became hunched, powerful, monstrous, and any second now I would jump from the closet with an unearthly scream and I would ravish the nearest virgin! God, I wanted to! They were turning off the showers now and toweling themselves down. I couldn't take it anymore! My hand closed around my cock, moved up, then down, and a gusher of hot sperm blew free, splashing up against the closet door. What a relief. I found that my body was drenched in sweat and that my breathing had a heart-attack quality. Only slowly, as the girls changed back into their uniforms and left the room, did my condition improve. At long last the instructor closed the door after them and I hurried out through the window before the next class could pin me down.
Peggy and Vinnie weren't far from the gym and Vinnie was looking very pleased with himself. 'I got the pictures, boss,' he winked, patting his camera. 'We figured that since the window was open we might as well do a little surveillance, right?'
'I should have known.' We sat down on a grassy knoll under a large shade tree and I wound the tape back just far enough to catch the blonde's words to the gym instructor. They were disappointing. 'Was Lydia here this morning?'
'Who's Lydia?' Peggy wondered.
'Probably her friend,' I said. 'Let's interview some of the teachers, gang, we're bound to get a few straight answers from them.'
'I think if you find Lydia you'll be a long way toward the answer,' said Peggy. 'Furthermore, I don't think the teachers in this school know their ass from a hole in the ground. These little girls are organized, Joe.'
'How would you know!' I snapped. 'Have you been reading my private eye's manual again or what?'
'I'm a woman,' she said simply, 'and I know when a woman is a cunning rat whether she's nine or ninety. That little blonde is a cunning rat.'
'Then why don't we question her?' I submitted.
'Oh Joe,' she sighed, 'sometimes I wonder why I do all your work for you. If you want to break a chain you look for the weakest link. You don't start pulling on the strongest!'
I didn't bother to answer her. However, we did go to Miss Parsons' office to inquire after Lydia. The headmistress told us right away that Lydia had shared a room with Laurel for some time before the heiress' disappearance. I looked at Peggy and she looked at me. 'And where can we find this young lady?' was my next question.
'I believe she reported to the infirmary early this morning,' said Miss Parsons. 'By the way, Mr. McCanoczek, have you any information for me on my… er… little problem?'
'None as yet but we're working on it,' I assured her. We hurried off to the infirmary and found a nurse at the desk who told us that Lydia seemed to have nothing wrong with her but that nevertheless she had put her in one of the beds. No one else was sick. We closed the door behind us and carefully turned the key in the lock so that the nurse wouldn't disturb us. Then we tiptoed toward the girl lying all alone in the ward, sleeping. 'Lydia?' I said.
She jumped up in fright. Wild eyes stared at us and when she saw who we were she shot down under the blankets and told us to go away. 'You might catch something!' she cried. 'I think I have the measles!'
'Nonsense,' I said, pulling the covers off her. She had on a hospital nightie that was a little too short for her. Lydia was a very attractive girl, I decided, the instant her little ass showed from under the hem. She was deeply tanned all over and she was quite strong. At the same time she was very frightened. Green eyes peered up at me from a tousle of thick, red hair, and her tanned hands clutched at the bedclothes as though she was about to tunnel out of her situation.
'Please, I can't tell you anything! All I know is that Laurel was here one day and gone the next!'
'I think this lady is in need of some friendly persuasion,' said Peggy. The girl shrank back when my black secretary perched on the edge of her bed but she couldn't go too far because I was on the other side of her and Vinnie was leering at her from the foot end of the bed. 'Come now, baby, tell us what else you know. Relax, that's the girl, just take it easy, no one's going to hurt you.' Peggy caressed her arm and shoulder slowly, speaking softly, the way one speaks to an alarmed horse. Lydia calmed down far enough for Peggy to shift into second gear. Her long black fingers stroked the girl's neck and moved over her shoulder toward the small breasts under the nightie. 'Tell us everything you know and we'll promise to look after you. But if you don't…'
'What if I don't?' challenged Lydia.
'If you don't we're going to torture you until you do tell us. We won't hurt you but we'll drive you crazy. Would you like us to do that?' Peggy's hand was squarely on the girl's left tit now, thumb and finger pinching at the nipple. Lydia looked down at that strange hand and she started to shiver. A small tear rolled down her cheek. 'What's it to be, baby, do we have to titillate it out of you?'
'You can't make me tell!' she exclaimed, but there was doubt in her voice. My hand took hold of her other tit and Vinnie pulled at her blanket slowly, teasingly. Lydia didn't know what to do. 'I'll call for the nurse!' she cried.
'Then you'll miss out on a lot of fun,' I said in a quiet tone of voice. That shut her up. For a minute or so nothing was said. Peggy and I squeezed a tit each and Vinnie kept tugging the bedclothes off her inch by inch. Lydia was very tense. Under her tan she had gone pale. I wondered how a redhead like her could get such a tan. The answer came when Vinnie pulled the sheets down over her pussy. She was really a brunette. Peggy noticed it, too.
'What did you dye your hair red for?' she asked.
'No reason.'
'Was it because Laurel liked you better that way?'
The girl kept her mouth shut. A stubborn expression came into her eyes. Peggy took the front of the nightie in her hand and with a sudden jerk tore it wide open. 'If you don't talk, dear, we're going to be very disappointed in you,' she hissed. Lydia was confused, but she just bit her lip and remained silent.
I took the tatters and tore them all the way down, then tore them again into long strips. The naked girl looked helpless, but delighted, there on the hospital bed. Her hands vainly tried to cover her intimate parts, but she had three of them and only two hands. Small, pink-nippled tits delighted my eyes, that brush of brown hair invited closer inspection. Peggy stayed by her side and let a careless finger run along the girl's body. With Vinnie's help I tied Lydia's ankles to the bedposts. When we went to do the same to her wrists she snapped out of her passive state and began to play the game. 'Don't, don't!' she cried, slashing at us with her small fists. 'I'm not going to tell no matter what you do! Just leave me alone!'
'I'm gonna make you hot-make you cum!' Peggy told the girl. Using her tongue, she traced a wet line across the girl's full lips, which opened wide! Lydia held still long enough for Vinnie and I to get her bonds in place, and when the last knot had been tied she was spread-eagled, naked, helpless, and in a state of arousal. 'Now tell us all you know,' said Peggy conversationally. She sat on the side of the bed and let her hand drift toward Lydia's clit. 'Everything, you hear? Don't miss out a single detail.' Silence.
Vinnie retired to the foot of the bed and peered at Lydia's pussy with unabashed lechery. His cock was in hand once again and he stroked it slowly, reverently, coming in for close-ups now and then, but content with a medium view of her delicate little twat. I couldn't resist a closer look either. There was something utterly sexy about this woman, something distilled and subtle. Even though her shoulders were a little wider than usual for a girl her build, she was a woman from head to toe. Her breasts were full enough to stand out from her chest even when she was lying down, fulsome little pop-ups that made my lips itch for a taste. Her nipples, soft and flat like a top hat after it's been sat on, were high up, set back from the peaks as it were. Such softness, in such sharp contrast to the
