Chapter 24: School

The teens rode to school in the same car they had arrived at Julie’s house in after fleeing Rich’s party with the exceptions of Steve squeezed in with Julie ... Susan and the others weren’t looking forward to the day ahead. Susan was especially upset over losing her morning ritual of kissing her brother in the parking lot. She had done it every school day for the past month. And, she needed his strength more than ever. She and her best friend and lover were in for a long day. As an army of twelve, they entered the school to fellow students pointing and giggling within their own cliques. No one directly said anything to the twelve, which was just fine by them. In groups of four, they separated going to their lockers and classes. The not so covert jeers continued most of the day upsetting Julie, who wouldn’t leave either Susan’s or Steve’s side.

Not until the last bell, did anyone dare make an overt statement to the girls. Rich walked up to Susan and Julie with a smug look about him. As Steve approached Rich said, “So how are the twin lesbians? Get any good presents lately? I know I did. There is nothing quite like a virgin without a bloody mess.” Julie trembled and got weak in the knees at the statements. She reached out and held on to Susan’s hand for support as she began crying.

The tears on the pretty girl’s face that had rejected him so many months earlier were a turn-on for Rich. All that was left undone in Rich’s mind was taunting the guy, Julie had accepted instead of him. He turned to Steve, “I understand she is a good lay when she isn’t being a dike. You might want to hit that thing while it’s still hot. And, keep her away from her rug munching friend here.” He motioned to Susan. “She’ll have her frigid to a good stiff cock, if you don’t start plowing that field. And it’s such a nice grassless field.”

Susan used her other hand to grip Steve’s arm. He too was shaking. The level of depravity the shit in front of him and his friends had subjected Julie to was going to be answered. He’d just planned Rich to be last. The sight of his beloved now curled in a ball crying on the floor, as the asshole that caused it walking away, was too much. Steve changed his mind. Rich wouldn’t be last. He would be the example.

Together Susan and Steve got Julie out to the car for the ride home. Bryan saw the distraught girl and got her home as quickly as possible. Once in the house Steve again took her to the couch where he held and rocked her, speaking softly and lovingly to the semi-catatonic girl. The others entered and they too hugged the couple in support. By dinner, Steve had achieved enough success in calming Julie, where she would let go of him and use Susan as his surrogate. Steve got up from Julie and talked to Stew. He needed a car and asked Stew for his. Stew aware of what had caused Julie’s break down again asked if there was anything Steve needed his help with. Steve just said it was a personal issue he’d be handling alone. He would be back in a couple of hours. Bryan also tried going but Steve said he had it all under control.

Steve, for the most part, had no real crowd he hung with all the time. He was accepted by almost all groups, from the jocks to the nerds and even the drug popping fanatics. He used all the connections he had to get what he needed. He thought it’d take longer gathering up the supplies but within an hour he was ready to go hunting. His prey was Rich. He wasn’t hard to find. He and his clique hung out at a local bar that took their fake IDs. It was Rich’s hunting ground for unsuspecting women. Rich had struck out drugging any of the women he and his friends would’ve then taken advantage of without Todd’s pickpocket skills. Their usual bag man had not shown up at school or at the bar. But, none of the teen boys thought of calling to see if Todd was sick.

Steve followed Rich’s flashy Mustang without a problem. Seeing Rich was headed home, he raced ahead picking Rich up before he made it into the house. Steve had planned better for Rich than he had for Todd. Rich was bigger and stronger and wouldn’t be as easy a take down. Steve borrowed from Rich’s own playbook and planned on using chemicals aiding him along. In the dark of night, as Rich opened his car door Steve raced up and slammed the boy’s head against the roof of the car. Dazed controlling Rich was easy. Once Steve had applied the ether-soaked rag to Rich’s face and the fumes were sucked down into his lungs. Rich’s dead weight was harder to carry than Todd’s. Steve managed to get him into the car unnoticed. He spent a minute searching Rich’s car. After finding Rich’s date rape drugs, he drove off with them and Rich.

When the effects of the gas wore off, Rich found himself naked, blindfolded, and tied spread eagle. Steve had found this a successful position for his form of justice. Last time it had given him a list of names. So he already knew all the players in Julie’s gang rape. So, there was little information, he needed from the hunk of human garbage that hung before him. Steve had brought a video recorder this time. He’d planned to use the few new facts he gathered as leverage. If they were needed. The recording would be the warning for others.

Rich not understanding the danger he was in, was belligerent, “When I figure out who you are, I’m gonna make sure you’re butt fucked in jail every day.”

Steve had swallowed a mouthful of helium changing his voice responded. “Really”

“Oh, fucking great Mickey Mouse has me. Let me go asshole and I may forget all about this.” Rich spit out.

“Oh, you’ll never forget this.” The Mickey Mouse voice answered. Steve had broken into a local dermatologist office he knew of getting one of his supplies. He dipped a Q-tip into the smoking solution in a thermos. Once the cotton was thoroughly doused he brought it up to Rich’s left nipple.

At first contact, the item put on his nipple felt cold to Rich. After a couple of seconds, the cold began burning and searing his sensitive flesh. He struggled against his restraints yelling, “God damn it fucker get that off me. I’m gonna fucking kill you.” Steve removed the frozen cotton tip from the now red nipple. He watched as the flesh responded. The left areola swelled from the contact frostbite. Again, he dipped the Q-tip into the thermos full of liquid nitrogen. A second time he applied the cotton to the already damaged flesh saying nothing. Rich hollered in pain, “Shit you fucking asshole I’m gonna make you pay.”

In a high-pitched voice from another mouthful of helium, Steve laughed, “That is funny, why do you think you’re here?”

“Because you’re a fucking homo sadist. And you like torturing guys for your pleasure.” Rich screamed at him, a tear running down his cheek from under the blindfold.

“I’m not enjoying this. This just has to be done.” Steve said in an eerie calm masked by helium.

“What because I’m rich and you’re some poor loser. You think my parents will pay you?” The contempt was palatable in the words.

Steve re-drip the white cotton tip in the smoking liquid before putting it on Rich’s right chest. “You’re insulting me now. I don’t want your money. You can do better than that. Why are you here?” Squeaked Steve.

The new pain on the right side again brought out a tirade of profanity at elevated volumes. After the profanity-laced screaming Rich regained some control. Panting in pain he said, “I’m guessing I fucked you’re slut girlfriend or wife.”

Steve wetted four of the cotton-tipped sticks. He walked around behind Rich and ran them just into his bunghole. In the blindfolded boy’s ear, he said. “You really shouldn’t call someone’s wife a slut.” The screeching in pain from Rich took five seconds to begin. Steve serenely asked, “So who’s wife and girlfriend have you been fucking? Because, if it was mine she wouldn’t have ever done it willingly.” He pulled the sticks out of the teen’s ass. Even if Rich had not had his eye covered at that moment, he wouldn’t have seen Steve. The pain in his ass was so excruciating that all he could see was black. Steve waited for an answer from the limp body hanging by his restraints. “Give me an answer.”

Rich had some mental acuity left and figured the person that had him was older. No one he knew in high school cared enough to go through this much trouble for a girlfriend, or was smart enough to pull it off. “I don’t know most of their names. There was Samantha, Tina, Patty, Beth, Ruth, and Maria. The rest were high school girls you wouldn’t know.” He rattled off hoping none of the names were connected to the crazy guy.

“Try me.” Steve high pitched voice demanded of his victim.

“Oh, so you’re one of the fathers?” He said. “Your little slut enjoyed it once she got going.”

Again Steve ran the wet smoking sticks up the swollen puckered asshole still recovering from the last freezing. The sticks had little resistance this time, as Rich’s sphincter muscle was already damaged. But, the nerve endings still felt pain. The burning pain of the negative one hundred ninety-degree Celsius liquid inside his ass started Rich’s screaming again. “Once she got going?” Steve asked pushing the burning further in leaving it until the screams stopped.

“Yeah after the drugs kick in all of them are sluts. They just need an excuse.” Rich tried to justify his actions. “They all love my cock after I get started.” He boasted.

Steve had enough of listening to the lies of the rapist. He took out a small tube of superglue and put it on all but a small portion of Rich’s lips. Steve pressed the lips together and held them until he could no longer open his mouth. A strip of Shirt material was soaked in the smoking fluid. The extra material soaked up much more of the freezing liquid than the small sticks ever could. With a small stick, he forced the full strip up Rich’s colon. The scream couldn’t escape but through the small hole, Steve had left for his mouth opening. The involuntary tugging to open his mouth, letting the screams out, pulled on the glued skin causing his lips pain as well as his ass. Steve left the rag hanging out of the boy’s ass as he wrapped more strips of the fabric around Rich’s cock, and a separate couple around his balls. Steve pulled the warmed fabric from the depths of Rich’s bowels. Again he pulled out the Superglue, squeezing a large load of the clear fluid where the rag had just left. Steve pressed the ass cheeks together hoping it would seal the shit in Rich as his ass muscle wouldn’t hold anything ever again. He waived a bit of ammonia under Rich’s nose making sure he was fully awake. In Mickey’s voice one last time Steve said to Rich, “You know Dante has Hell as a frozen place not hot. You’ll have to let me know if that is true.” With that, he slowly poured the remaining quart of liquid nitrogen over the strips encasing Rich’s privates. Over and over again he waved the ammonia under Rich’s nostrils when he appeared to be blacked out from the pain. Once revived the pouring would begin again. They repeated this for an hour until the quart was empty. Rich was basically in shock from the pain of his frozen member. Steve un-wrapped the boy’s blackened member. The stiff member’s skin was cold to the touch as he handled the cock that had violated his girlfriend. The fine tip of the tube of superglue was put in the cock’s piss hole and emptied. The final piece from a strip of the tattered shirt Rich had been wearing was made into bows. He tied two of them one for each of his girls. One was tightly tied around his nut sack, and the second around the base of the frozen cock. If the nitrogen had not made Rich a eunuch, the lack of blood flow surely would. The last thing Steve did before releasing the semi-comatose victim was to mix up a dose of Rich’s own date rape drug. With a funnel in the small slit opening of his lips, Steve forced Rich to drink it down. Steve had seen the effects and waited for the drugs to make Rich pliable.

Once Rich was no longer a threat to him, Steve helped the naked teen into the car. He drove to a vacant street that backed up to the school. Getting the chemically altered boy from the car wasn’t a problem. He left only the blindfold on Rich as he gave him one last set of instructions. “Through there is school. Go sit by the front door. You should sleep once there. Leave your eyes covered until you can’t hear the car.” Steve got back in his brother’s car and drove to Julie’s. Rich did exactly as instructed and walked naked to the front of the school where he collapsed.

Again no one asked about where Steve had been for the last four hours. It was understood he was watching a show curled up with Julie all night. He for his part found out all the pertinent information of the night and got a synopsis of the topics of conversation. He was physically and mentally drained when he sat on the couch and Julie snuggled up to him. All of them felt the same way after the day of being the objects of scorn both openly and privately. Vince and Stacy, and Stew and Amanda had left the group as they hadn’t had to deal with as much during the school day, and weren’t as exhausted. The two couples each found a room in the house with a proper bed and spent the rest of the night making love and fucking until they were exhausted as well. By 1:00am everyone was sleeping with someone who cared for them.

The second morning together was just as crazy as the first. People were running every which direction, getting ready for school. The house wasn’t designed for 12 teens, and definitely not when three couples spend extra time in the shower fucking each other senseless. The other teens entered the shower one at a time, and for a second day hurried themselves getting done in time for school.

“You know this would go a lot faster if all of us showered in pairs,” Bryan said. He looked over at Karen, “I know Will wouldn’t mind if I volunteered.”

Karen looked at Bryan knowing he was joking about volunteering, “Oh yeah, you and Will have a good time. I think I still prefer showering alone.”