CHAPTER SEVEN
Jo Decker remained a helpless spectator with her right arm chained to the wall above her head. Her eyes darted nervously from one threatening pair to the other, wondering which would dare to make the first move. The scene was macabre, but she could not help smiling.
Her favorite teacher at the high school had been fired for instructing his life-science classes to study human behavior as they would that of wild animals.
He was a good-looking young guy just out of college. Jo really had the hots for him. She didn't pay much attention to anything in class except how sexy he was, but she remembered him saying that humans have all the savage instincts of supposedly more dangerous beasts.
'In fact,' he told them, 'we humans might well be the most deadly and dangerous animal to ever walk the face of the earth. Humans are the only species that hunts and kills just for sport, and the only one that slaughters its own kind in wholesale lots.'
He encouraged discussion, and some of the more serious students mentioned advances in science, achievements in the arts and the practice of religion to show that humans are different and somehow above animals in the wild.
'But our civilization is a fairly recent thing,' he countered. 'It's something we aren't quite used to, a thin layer that is likely to crack and chip off in times of stress.' He pointed to the soaring crime rate and increasing numbers of people buying guns for defense as an example of this. 'When things get really tough, the beast within us all is likely to surface,' he told the class.
Jo didn't much like to think of herself and other human beings as animals, but it was no big deal. Just one man's opinion, and who knows? He might be right. To the staunchly conservative members of the School Board, though, his remarks were an affront to all humanity, a slur against all the fine and decent things people have done.
With a shudder, Jo realized that what her former teacher had said was probably true. On this wilderness trip, they'd all done things they never would have in the city. Even proper and shy Karina was now clutching a knife in one hand and a man's cock in the other, threatening to mutilate him in a most horrible way.
Her eyes dropped and she noticed the two thin trails of red blood where Thor's broken teeth had scratched the soft upper slope of her tit. She bent down, lifted her tit, and licked them off, not minding the mildly salty taste at all. 'And look at me,' she muttered to herself, 'licking my wounds like an alley cat.'
The stalemate between knife and chair leg grew more tense when the dull, throbbing pain in Eric's head began to give way to a warm rhythmic pulsing of life in his cock shaft. The touch of Karina's hand sped his return to consciousness. She felt the blood surging into his long prick staff and almost lost her grip. Its obscene swelling embarrassed her. Karina had to force herself to hold on and keep the knife ready.
Eric's pewter-gray eyes fluttered and his father warned, 'You be real still, boy. Don't make any quick moves. You got a whole life of good fuckin' ahead of you, but you're about to be made helpless as a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest.'
His mind and vision cleared, but Eric still didn't know what his father meant. Then he saw the gleaming blade poised so near his cock. 'Oh, shit!' He took a long, slow and deliberate breath. 'Karina,' he said sweetly. 'You don't want to do that…'
'I don't want to, but I will if Thor hurts my mother.'
'Er, Pa… why don't you toss that broken old chair in the fireplace? Maybe then this pretty little thing will relax.'
'Bullshit, this jagged hunk of wood aimed at her mom's cunt is all keepin' her from turnin' you from stud to stubby.'
'Toss it, Pa. She won't hurt me, will you?' Karina could not stand to look at his sorrowful, pleading eyes. 'Not if he throws that awful chair away,' she agreed. His big, rubbery prick continued to swell. That put her even more on edge.
Normally, she never would have touched a man that way. But now that she had a hold of his swelling cock, Karina could not let go. The pulsing vigor of his long prick entranced her. It seemed to be pumping heat straight to her loins.
Thor grumbled, 'Shit!' but he threw the remains of the chair on the fire. He didn't like the idea of any female getting the best of him, even for a little while. But since it was Eric's prick that might get pruned, Thor decided to let him call the shots.
'There, you see? Pa threw the chair away, now you can put down the knife,' Eric said calmly.
Karina almost did as he suggested. She wavered, but then snapped her hand back. The curved blade touched his cock just enough so that Eric could feel the chilling cold. 'No!' the frightened redhead cried. 'If I put the knife down, you'll just chain us up and do awful things again.'
'Nnnooo,' he said in a slow, reassuring tone. 'Not with this lump on my head.' Eric slowly brought a hand up to finger the knot swelling where the chair seat hit his head. 'I think she might have fractured my skull. I feel so dizzy and weak. The whole room is spinning around.' Eric sighed fitfully and his hand fell away from his head. His arm hit the floor with a limp thump and his eyes rolled back in his head.
'Ooohhh,' Karina moaned in sympathy. She let go of his cock and leaned forward to cup his chin in her free hand. 'Eric, wake up!' She shook him gently. He didn't stir. 'Mother, you might have killed him!' Tears welled up in her eyes and the knife slipped out of her hand.
Eric sprang up panther-quick as soon as the blade hit the floor. He grabbed her wrists and snarled, 'You stupid little bitch!' Then he roared with laughter, enjoying the girl's shocked look of distress.
Jo cringed and shrank back against the wall. Karina's human sympathy had thrown away their only chance. 'Now we're all in worse trouble than before,' she moaned. If Karina's animal instincts had remained sharp, that never would have happened. 'There are times when it just doesn't pay to be nice!'
Thor was quick to recapture the advantage. He grabbed a hunk of Tracy's auburn hair and yanked the woman to her feet. 'Game's over,' he said with a sneering grin. 'Now the winners claim their prizes.'
He dragged Tracy to the wall, yanked up her right arm and shackled it high above, her head.
'I want this little bitch who threatened to amputate my cock,' Eric said. He jerked Karina to her feet and pushed her toward his bed. 'She wanted blood, now so do I. Virgin blood!'
'Not now,' Thor snapped. 'Chain her up on that wall over there. We got another little problem to deal with.'
'What?' Eric demanded. He could think of nothing more compelling that his desire to pop a cherry.
'Listen,' his father said. They could all hear footsteps clumping across the porch toward the door.
'It's Dick!' Tracy gasped.
'Daddy! Help us! Save us! These men are – uuuummmph!' Eric clapped his big hand over her mouth before Karina could finish. She struggled fiercely, despite her injured leg.
It was too late. Dick heard his daughter's wild cries and then the muffled sounds of sheer terror. He rattled the securely locked door, shouting, 'Open up! Damn you, open this door or I'll shot off the lock!'
Eric's face blushed and he whispered, 'Er, Pa… I sort of forgot to tell you. I let that guy carry my rifle.'
'You dumb shit!' A shot cracked outside. Wood splintered at the edge of the door and the locking plate was blown half off as the bullet whined across the room to thump harmlessly into the wall. It hit two feet from where Tracy was standing, but she screamed as though she'd been shot.
'Christ sake, hold your fire!' Thor shouted. 'You're likely to kill your own kin!' Thor shuffled to the door and struggled to free the twisted locking bolt.
Dick burst into the roam with the rifle poised. The first thing he saw was the tall blonde young man holding Karina with one hand clamped over her mouth.
'Let her go!' he snapped.
Eric grinned, holding her like a shield. 'You can't shoot without a good chance of hitting your daughter.'
'You're too big, fella. I can put a slug between your eyes and miss her by two feet.' Dick lifted the rifle to his shoulder and took steady aim.
'All right, all right…' Eric let her go.
'Oh, Daddy! Thank God you got here in time!' She rushed to him with arms out stretched, and she knocked
