Chapter 2

Tuesday Morning

Toby

Angie and I arrived at school at the same time, and parked next to each other. I asked her if she had her new purse and accessories. She grinned and pulled it out from the seat next to her. I told her to always keep the purse oriented so she could get to the gun, even while driving.

We got to the door, and looked at each other. "May I?" I asked her. "I thought you'd never ask", she answered. With that, I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, and removed it, placing it in the clothing box. I then slid her slacks down her smooth legs, and she stepped out of them. Into the box they went. As I reached around her to undo her bra, our lips met in a most passionate way. I slid her bra down her smooth arms, exposing those magnificent orbs. My lips slid from her lips to her neck, to her cleavage, and to each nipple. She held me around my neck, and I could feel her knees shake. I slid down and grasped the waistband of her panties; I slid them down those long, smooth, beautiful legs. She stepped out of them, and into the box they went. I then licked that unbelievably smooth pussy, drilling it with my tongue, while rubbing her clit with my thumb. She grabbed my hair and started screaming.

Angie

God, what an orgasm! I've never experienced anything like it in my life. Since I'd never had a boyfriend, I had nothing to compare it to. I've given myself a few orgasms, but nothing like this.

After I had a chance to calm down, I began undressing Toby. I pulled his T-shirt off, and kissed his nipples; he just moaned, and rubbed my head. I slid his jeans down and off. When I pulled the waistband of his boxers over his penis, it sprang to life, and I just groaned. I slid his shorts down and off, leaving both of us naked, except for our shoes and socks. I remembered what I did to John on Friday, so I wrapped my fingers around his dick, and started stroking it. I then took his dick in my mouth, sucking and bobbing my head up and down.

Soon, he said, "Angie, honey, I'm going to cum soon." I nodded, as if to say 'Yes, I know'. I felt his knees get weak, and he started shooting his load. I backed my lips off to the underside of the head, and swallowed several blasts of his cum. When he finished, I licked his dick squeaky clean.

He pulled me up, looked me in the eyes, and said that he couldn't believe I'd never had a boyfriend. I said, "I'd like to think I do now". Toby grinned and said, "I'd like to think you do too, but we need to talk in private tonight about that."

I told him we needed to get to first period; he coached me on what to be looking and listening for. We observed the same two guys from yesterday, acting in the same manner with their hands. When we got to the classroom, Toby told me to try to sit next to Carmelita, and to look for any marks while trying to engage her in conversation. He sat behind us a few rows, and off to the side.

Toby

I've been Hoovered before, but not by a sixteen-year-old virgin who'd never had a boyfriend. When I came, she didn't miss a drop. I was scanning the crowd, and many of the guys were rubbing their crotches, and some had girls rubbing their crotches for them. Carmelita Hernandez was off to one side, looking like she was in pain; I couldn't tell if she was hurting from the show or whether she'd been beaten again. I knew we needed to find out fast, or she might wind up dead.

When we got to first period, I got Angie to sit next to Carmelita, while I sat behind a couple of rows and off to one side by one seat. As I suspected, she sat down very gently, and couldn't get comfortable. She'd tried to lean back a couple of times, but quickly sprang forward. That's when I saw them-welts on her lower back, definitely inflicted by some sort of whip.

We managed to get through Miss Lily's class, and met in the hall. We had to put up with more groping, and one guy tried burying a couple of fingers in Angie's pussy. "I'm a virgin, and would prefer to stay that way", she told the guy. He was very gentle with her, only sticking his fingers about halfway in. After he pulled them out, he licked one clean, and offered the other to Angie, who cleaned it as well.

We walked on down the hall, and I asked Angie if she had noticed anything. "She's definitely got rope marks on her wrists", she said. I told her about the welts on her back. "We need to keep an eye on this one", I told her. "I wonder how many more like her are out there?" she asked. I asked her, "Have you seen anything or heard any scuttlebutt that makes you think there are?" She said she'd heard rumors of a group of parents who swapped their daughters for ritual beatings. I told her to try to find out more, and maybe we could break this up, too.

Angie

God, this is a scary world. Drugs, and now this; thank God I've got loving parents who treat me like gold and have never touched me when I didn't deserve it. Which reminds me-I need to take Toby over to meet my folks.

At lunch, we were off in a corner talking, after Toby made his call to his dad with his morning report on the drug activity. While he was on the phone, I sneaked down to the nurse's office; I went in, and Mrs. Jones was in. "Let me guess, Angie; you want the shot". I grinned and nodded; she prepared the hypodermic, and told me to bend over the table. "Toby's going to love this cute little ass", she said. I thanked her, got a kiss on the cheek from her, and went on my way.

"Where have you been?" he asked me. "Had to go to the john. By the way", I asked, "You've never mentioned your mom." Toby got sad and said the she and his dad had divorced when he was really young, and that he hadn't seen her in years. He didn't even know if she still lived in the area. "Speaking of living", I asked him, "Where do you live?" He explained that he had his own apartment out of the district, but for appearances' sake, was living with his dad, actually down the street from Carmelita.

This was near where I lived, as well. I asked him if he'd like to have dinner with us tonight. "I'd love to", he said. "It would give me a chance to meet your folks. By the way, have you told them about your part-time job?" I told him that I hadn't yet, but we could break it to them tonight.

After school, we got dressed again, inside, thankfully, as it was pouring rain, and started heading for the parking lot. He asked me, "Why don't you just leave your car here, and I'll pick you up in the morning?" I agreed, and we headed for his car.

As we were driving down the street, we saw Carmelita walking, no scarf, no umbrella, nothing over her head. Toby stopped, and I rolled my window down and said, "Hey, Carmelita; hop in and we'll drop you at home." She refused, and kept walking. After she sneezed a few times, Toby pulled over and got out. "Look, Carmelita, we're your friends, and friends help each other out. Come on and get in out of this downpour." She relented, and got in. She kept looking around, without saying anything. When we got to her house, she thanked us for the ride, and started in. "Wait!" Toby yelled, and produced an umbrella, opened it, and motioned for her to get under it while he walked her to her door.

Toby

When we got to Carmelita's door, her father opened it, pulled her inside, and said, "Get in there and get ready." Then he looked at me, and said, "OK, you got her home; what do you want, a tip? Now get lost!" I walked back down, and got in the car. I drove around the corner and stopped. "Something's not right here", I told Angie. "Let's do a little snooping".

We walked down the alley until we got behind Carmelita's house, and cut up between the next two adjacent houses to the front. As we approached Carmelita's front door, we heard the unmistakable sound of a bullwhip and a muffled scream. I tried the front doorknob, and it quietly opened. I motioned to Angie to pull her gun. Again, we heard that bullwhip crack. I knew now that it was coming from the room adjacent to the front door. I told Angie not to shoot unless I told her to.

I splintered the door, and saw Carmelita, nude, hanging by her wrists from a hook attached to a rope run through a pulley in the ceiling. Her father had a bullwhip in his hand, and attempted to hit me with it. I stuck my arm out, and it harmlessly coiled up around my arm. I yanked it out of his hand, and he pulled a semi-automatic pistol from his belt. I kicked his hand, sending the gun sliding across the floor; we both jumped for the gun, and wrestled for it. It went off twice, putting two holes in the bastard's heart. Killed him instantly.

I lowered the rope suspending Carmelita, and Angie removed the ball-gag in her mouth; that's when Angie turned and vomited. There was a rope tying Carmelita's breasts together, fashioned in a "figure 8" pattern, causing her breasts to swell. There were alligator clamps on both nipples, connected by a chain running through her mouth, so that if she jerked her head back, it caused the clamps to dig deeper into the tender flesh of her nipples. She was unconscious; I quickly called my dad. When he answered, I told him, get a homicide team and an ambulance to 321 South Seventh Street, Signal 10 (lights and siren), and to make sure he sent a female detective. He hung up first, indicating he understood the urgency of the call. I carefully laid Carmelita on her side on the bed, and carefully removed the alligator clamps from her nipples. As the pressure on her nipples was released, blood started oozing from the holes made by the clamp teeth. I got the rope off, and started rubbing her breasts to restore circulation. Angie saw what I was doing, and took one breast and started massaging it, Soon, the coloring was returning to normal, except for the bruising which had obviously been inflicted over time. Carmelita slowly regained consciousness, and started crying. Angie held her head in her lap, telling her, "Shhh, it's going to be OK now, baby; you're safe now."