Norma Egan - The naughty librarian

"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.