Drop-Out: Part 2

SG felt hurt and disappointed. But she couldnt make the machine work by herself.

Well, Estelle wasnt the only person who could provide her with sexual thrills. Even though it was a Wednesday, she sneaked over to the football field after classes. Practice was breaking up, and she saw Louie and several other men headed for the locker room. One of them spotted her and tapped Louie on the shoulder. He turned and looked at her. She was too far away to see his expression, but she couldnt miss his gesture. He waved for her to come forward.

Why had she come here? This was crazy. He wasnt even alone. Her degradation would be witnessed by his buddies.

Nevertheless, she walked toward them. When she was close enough, Louie said, Well, what have we here? The hottest piece of ass at Marston.

She turned angrily and started to walk away. Louie quickly caught up with her and grabbed her arm. Dont walk away when Im talking to you, slut. He spun her around and slapped her across the face.

You came here for dick, didnt you? he said. Well, Ive got plenty of dick for you, and so do my friends. He pulled her toward the locker room. For an instant, she was ready to pull back, to break away, to run into town and take a bus far from Lackanooka, from Marston, from this whole sordid scene.

But she didnt.

She let herself be dragged into the locker room. Several other football players were already there, naked, with their pricks hanging between their hairy legs.

Look what weve got, guys, Louie said. Its a Marston girl, looking for dick.

They crowded around her. She counted quickly. Nine of them. All big and athletic. Not enough for a decent fight, if she were interested in fighting. But enough for a rousing gang bang.

And gang-bang her they did. Louie ripped off her jersey and bra, then he lifted her off the floor by her wrists while two other men pulled down her skirt and panties. She pretended to resist and made faint cries for help.

They werent faint enough for one particularly muscular football player who rammed his fist into her gut.

Now, dont hurt her, said Louie. We want her awake so she can appreciate all were doing for her.

Actually, SG had never been more awake in her life. Big hands were clutching her tits and her buttocks, fingers were wiggling inside her pussy. Then the fucking began. They bent her over a wooden table. Someone pulled the cheeks of her behind apart and squirted lotion into her butt hole. Then he jammed in his prick. She yelped in pain and delight.

When that one finished, another took his place. Five men reamed her rectum. Four fucked her in the pussy.

After that, it was time for blowjobs. She confronted what seemed an endless parade of pricks -- normal, big and humongous, circumcised and uncircumcised, some with purple heads, others with pulsing red veins.

After half an hour, the men had satisfied themselves.

Whatd I tell you? said Louie. Best piece of ass at Marston, best mouth, too -- and both always ready. Right, Blondie?

SG lay face down on the floor in a daze, with cum flowing from her mouth, her pussy and her ass.

Answer when he speaks to you, said one of the men. He kicked her in the side, and she groaned in pain.

Louie reached down and scooped her up. She felt light in his arms.

What are you going to do with her? one of the men asked.

Im going to do what any gentleman would do. Bring my date back home and deposit her safely on her doorstep.

But he didnt deliver her to her doorstep. He and Tom decided it would be more fun to deposit her on the doorstep of Toop the Snoop.

Dean Toopermann lived with her sister in a cottage on the edge of the campus. They dumped SG, naked and semi-conscious, on the small brick front porch. Louie reached into his pocket and pulled out a half pint of cheap Bourbon. He poured it all over SG and rang the doorbell. Then he and Tom went to hide in the bushes. # # #

SG awoke to discover herself wrapped in a thick white towel and lying next to the fireplace in Dean Toopermanns living room. She sat up, shook the cobwebs out of her head and looked around.

Sitting a few feet away, in a rocking chair, was Toop. She had a large globular glass in her hand, the kind brandy is served in. Standing behind her was her sister, Regina, a big woman who was rarely seen on campus.

So our drunken little tart isnt deceased, after all, said Toopermann.

No, shes very much alive, said Regina. See the glow on her bare skin. Id say shes the picture of health.

SG started to speak, then stopped. What could she possibly say? How could she possibly explain?

Toopermann rose and walked toward a doorway. Come on, dear. Dont keep me waiting.

SG got unsteadily to her feet and followed.

They walked through the kitchen, then entered a darkened room. Toopermann flipped a switch, and SG saw, in the middle of the room, a squat wooden chair that looked very much like the one in the dormitory attic.

She gasped.

Do you know what this is? asked Toopermann.

No, said SG, blushing.

Ah, but you must have some idea. You see, your face just became flushed, and thats a sign of lying. Of course, its not the only sign. Here at Marston, weve made a science of distinguishing between truth and falsehood -- deliberate falsehood. And this little chair is one of our more useful inventions.

SG shivered.

Are you cold? Regina asked, in a husky, masculine voice.

No, mam, said SG.

Frightened, then? asked Toopermann. You should be at least a little frightened, because were going to find out more about you tonight, including how you came to my doorstep, naked and smelling like a distillery.

And with ejaculate seeping from between your legs, added Regina, stripping away the towel that was SGs only defense against their cold, prying eyes.

I want to go home, SG said plaintively. But Regina pushed her forward.

SG was close enough now to see that the chair had straps to secure a victims wrists and ankles and some sort of metal dome to fit on top of his or her head.

But there was no hole in the seat. Whatever Toopermann and her sister had in mind, metallic rape evidently wasnt part of it.

Sit down, said Toopermann.

She sat, and Toopermann and Regina quickly and expertly bound her to the chair.

This may be a little uncomfortable, said Toopermann. She lowered the metal helmet, which was attached to a vertical rod behind the chair, onto SGs head.

The inside of the helmet had metal protrusions that hurt, but SG said nothing.

Toopermann stepped back and said, All we need now are the electrodes.

Is this a lie detector? asked SG nervously.

Well, yes, in a way, said the dean. Its not like those detectors the police use, where a moving needle swings back and forth on a strip of paper. But it gets the job done.

Regina opened a drawer and pulled out a tangle of cables. There were two-prong plugs on one end of each of the cables and a spring-loaded clip on the other end. She plugged two cables into a console on a table and handed the other ends to Toopermann.

This most definitely will hurt, said Toopermann, and before SG could object, she clamped two of the clips on SGs nipples.

Ouch! cried SG.

Dont be a sissy, girl, said Regina. It will get much worse, and you need to be strong.

Wires were clipped to her ear lobes and to her clitoris.

Now, well find out when youre lying and when youre telling the truth, said Toopermann. She turned a dial on the console, and SGs body jerked suddenly. A wave of electricity had jolted her left breast. Another dial was turned, and SGs head rattled inside the metallic dome. Her ear lobes felt aflame. And so it went, electricity surging into her breasts, her head and her most private and sensitive nether parts.

After a few minutes, the torture stopped.

Youre probably wondering, said Toopermann, why we havent asked you any questions.

And why youre wearing a metal helmet, added Regina.

Actually, SG wasnt wondering about either of these things. She was wondering what had happened to her superhuman powers. Ever since she had first encountered Louie, she had been getting weaker and weaker -- more and more like just another human being. The dildo chair in the attic had hastened her decline. And the gang rape in the locker room had left her as weak as a two-year-old.

Something was terribly wrong.

SG realized Toopermann was still talking. The helmet produces unbearable pain and can do irreversible damage. We use it only as a last resort. In this case, it will be used only when we are convinced that you are lying and need powerful persuasion to tell the truth.

She paused to let her remarks sink in.

Here, then, are our questions: Who sent you here, to Marston?

My parents, SG said softly.

Liar, snapped Toopermann, as she punched a button. SGs head seemed to explode. Every sense was overwhelmed by a wave of destructive force that was ripping her apart, molecule by molecule.

SG slumped in the chair. Regina removed the helmet.

Is she alive? Toopermann asked.

Barely, said Regina. She cupped her hand under SGs chin and raised her head.

Shes quite pretty, isnt she?

Yes. Quite, said Toopermann. You can have whats left of her when were finished. Assuming we get all we need from her.

It took 15 minutes for SG to regain consciousness, during which Regina fixed tea and heated up scones in the oven.

When SG opened her eyes, Toopermann was watching her with what appeared to be sympathetic interest.

I was afraid wed lost you, she said.

Please, SG whimpered, please dont do that again.

Oh, but we must, said Toopermann. Unless you tell the truth.

Ill tell you anything you want, SG sobbed.

I thought so. Now, heres Regina with refreshments. None for you, Im afraid. But I think Ill take a short break. Regina, would you like to take over?

Love to, said Regina. She fiddled with the console, and SG was once again doing an electric jig.

Shes quite fetching when you stimulate her clitoris, said Regina.

Toopermann, munching a piece of scone, nodded in agreement. After a few minutes, Toopermann brought the dishes to the kitchen and returned to work. Regina pushed the helmet back down on SGs head, pressing its metal probes into her scalp. Then she buckled the chin strap even tighter than before.

Who sent you here? Toopermann asked.

SG hesitated, but when Toopermann reached for the console she blurted out, Superman.

Toopermann gave her a hard glance. Is that the truth?

I swear it is, SG said, desperate to avoid the agony of another burst of power from the helmet.

Why did he send you here?

To break up a drug ring.

Toopermanns face hardened. Liar, she said, punching the button again.

SGs body stiffened. Her arms and legs and head burst free of their restraints, and the chin strap snapped. She slid down and rolled onto the floor, her body heaving spasmodically. Steam poured from her eyes, mouth and nostrils, and there were scorch marks on her scalp.

Regina moved toward her, but Toopermann said sharply, Dont touch her. Shes still full of juice.

They watched as SGs body continue to convulse in its grotesque dance. Finally, after half an hour, Toopermann said, Tie her wrists behind her. Im not sure shell live through the night, but we cant take any chances. If she recovers, well continue this tomorrow. Im bushed.

After Toopermann left, Regina rolled SG onto her back. The spasms had ended. She felt SGs throat. No pulse. It was all over.

Too bad, thought Regina. She rubbed her hand across SGs belly and slid it between her legs. Then she kissed her long and passionately on the lips of her mouth and the lips of her pussy.

Regina spent the night making love to SGs already cooling corpse. When grey light finally appeared in the windows, she rose, exhausted but fulfilled, and went to bed. # # #

At seven oclock Toopermann shuffled into the kitchen to fix herself a cup of tea. She glanced into the interrogation room. SG lay peacefully on the floor, her legs spread, a very large zucchini stuffed into her vagina. Toopermann frowned. Regina really had to learn to quit wasting food.

She took a sip of tea, put down her cup and knelt beside the girl who only a few hours ago had been boozing and fornicating, and who had paid for it with torments generated by the most powerful instrument in the arsenal of truth and justice.

Was she dead? Her body was cold, but if, in fact, Superman had sent her, she might herself have superhuman powers. She pulled out the zucchini, and it made a soft pop. And SGs pelvis twitched.

Could she still be alive? At least her lower half was, thought Toopermann.

Well, there was one way to find out.

She dragged SG back to the wooden chair and propped her up. Strapping her in was difficult, but she didnt want to wake Regina. The poor dear had probably been up all night with her new toy.

She lowered the helmet and buckled the chin strap.

Youre in for a wild ride, she whispered. Then she stood next to the console and pressed a button she hadnt touched the night before.

At first, there was no reaction. Maybe the pelvic twitch had just been an illusion or some post-mortem reaction, thought Toopermann. But SGs body began to move. The fingers of her left hand trembled. Her back stiffened. Her mouth opened and she gulped for air.

Soon she was breathing normally. Her deathly pallor had been replaced by the warm glow of life. She began making sounds -- low moans and gurgles. And suddenly she was smiling. No doubt about it, she was experiencing pleasure.

Ah, shes come back, said Regina, who suddenly appeared at the door.

Yes, reverse still works. We can kill her with excruciating pain and revive her with inexpressible delight. In a few seconds, shell begin having orgasms. Then it will be time to continue our interrogation.

They spent the next few hours subjecting SG to pain and pleasure in calibrated doses. Toopermann discovered she could endure more of both than any other girl they had experimented on. She also discovered that SG was under the illusion that she was Supergirl, that she was stronger than the strongest mortal man, that she could fly, and all the rest of the silly super-being mythology.

I dont doubt that Superman sent her, she told Regina. But I see no evidence that she herself has superhuman powers, beyond the power to absorb pain.

During the interrogation, SG had told everything: about her mission to discover an alleged drug ring, about discovering what was in the attic, about her encounters with Louie and his friends, about her secret craving to be humiliated and degraded.

An interesting case, said Toopermann. But were not running a mental health clinic here. Shell have to be sent back home, wherever that is.

And the dope ring, said Regina. Is there anything to that part of her story?

In fact, there is. Several Lackanooka boys have been peddling marijuana on campus and in town. I despise drugs, but its a relatively small operation, and I cant see why Superman would be interested in it.

She paused and frowned. Then again, maybe there is an explanation. But it would require a degree of callousness on the part of Superman that certainly doesnt fit his image. # # #

SG remained at Toopermanns house for over a month. Her roommate and her classmates and teachers were told she had returned home for emotional reasons.

It hadnt yet been determined if she would return to Marston, but if she did, it certainly wouldnt be this semester.

At the cottage, SG had become Reginas sex toy. When Toopermann was at work, the big woman made SG wear a dogs collar and leash. When SG least expected it, she would jerk the leash and send her tumbling to the floor. Then she would pounce on her with surprising alacrity for someone so big and jam something, usually a food item, into the girls rectum or vagina.

When she went shopping, she would tie SGs wrists behind her, slip the rope through her collar and tie it to a steel hook bolted into the ceiling of the broom closet just off the kitchen.

It was while she was in the closet that a revelation came to SG. She saw a bright cloud, and in the cloud was a female form more beautiful than any she had ever seen.

A voice came from the cloud. Be strong, Supergirl. Be strong in spirit, and you will again be strong in body. Your weakness is your sexual craving, your lust to be humiliated. You have indulged it to your peril. If you are to live, if you are to have a life worth living, you must regain your dignity.

SG wept. She wanted to hear these words, yet she was afraid. Did she have the strength of character to pull herself out of his slough of degradation?

She heard the back door open and close, and Reginas heavy footsteps in the kitchen. Then there was the sound of packages being put on the pantry shelves.

The refrigerator door opened and closed. Regina was putting away groceries.

Then the steps approached the closet. SG took a deep breath.

The door opened and light flooded in, momentarily blinding SG.

Hello, dearie, said Regina. Had a nice rest?

She unhooked the rope from the hook and slipped her thumb under SGs collar.

Come along, then, she said, dragging her out of the closet.

As soon as Regina untied her wrists, SG struck. She punched the older woman in the belly, as hard as she could.

Regina gave her a look of rage and surprise, then crumpled to her knees.

Party times over, bitch, said SG. She grabbed a cantelope from the kitchen table and slammed it into Reginas face.

SG pulled off the collar and threw it across the room.

She wasnt sure what she would do with her new freedom, but she knew shed need clothes and money. She found nearly $50 in Reginas purse. That was a good start.

Clothes were more difficult. All the stuff in Toopermanns and Reginas bedrooms was the wrong size -- and incredibly ugly. Finally, she found a grey trench coat in a closet. Shed just wear that to cover her nakeness.

As she walked back into the kitchen, Regina jumped her from behind and tried to plunge a carving knife into her belly. The blade cut through the trench coat but not her skin.

That hurt, she said angrily. She flipped Regina over her shoulder, and the big woman landed with a resounding crash on the kitchen floor.

The good news was that, for all the damage that had been done to her emotionally, her body remained as resilient as ever. Still, the jab of the knife had hurt. Until a few weeks ago, she had never felt intense pain.

Or intense pleasure.

She opened the front door and looked around. A retired professor she had seen around campus was walking his dog. He nodded to SG. She waved vaguely and waited until he had passed.

Where should she go? She knew she wanted to expose Toopermann and Regina for the sadists that they were, but that would almost surely involve blowing her own cover.

She also wanted to get even with Louie and his friends.

An opportunity for that came much sooner than she had expected. As she crossed the street that separated the cluster of faculty housing from the main campus, a Chevy convertible raced past. There was a screeching of brakes, and the car suddenly was in reverse. It stopped where she had just crossed.

Louie was driving. Three of his buddies were also in the car.

Havent seen you in a coons age, Blondie, Louie called. He jumped out of the car and walked over to her, rubbing his hands together with anticipation.

Where you been keeping your lovely self?

Hi, Louie, SG said calmly.

His friends placed themselves around her, cutting off any possible escape.

You remember Tom, here, and Buddy and Jim? said Louie. They certainly remember you. They helped fuck the hell out of you in the locker room.

Yeah, I remember them, said SG. But were not in the locker room now. You wouldnt think of trying to fuck me here.

Youre right about that, said Louie. But I got this fine car here, and we can take you someplace secluded. You know you want more of what weve got. He grinned wickedly.

Go fuck youself, SG said softly.

Whatd you say? asked Louie, with a puzzled frown.

One of his friends grabbed SGs arm from behind. She broke free and wheeled to face him. Fuck off, she hissed.

Now Louie did the grabbling. He locked his big left forearm across her throat, as he had in the malt shop, and he reached down with his right hand and began roughly fondling her crotch.

Hell, well warm you up and fuck you right here on your own campus, bitch. Aint nobody going to touch me, cuz Im fucking untouchable.

SG breathed deeply. A wave of sexual desire had swept across her, a desire to be raped and humiliated. She had to resist.

She reached down and took Louies huge hand in both of hers.

Thats it, bitch, guide me in, he whispered.

Then his whisper turned into a scream of pain. SG had crushed his right hand with a grip as powerful as an industrial vise.

Louie pulled away and fell to the ground, holding his right wrist in his left hand and groaning in agony.

The others looked at him, startled and unsure what to do. Then one threw a wild, angry punch at SG. She deflected it with her left hand and hit him in the side with her right. He gasped and fell to his knees.

The other two jumped her and knocked her down. One sat on her chest and tried to press her arms to the ground. Her legs were spread, and the other kicked her hard in the crotch. The pain took her breath away.

That was the break they needed. In an instant, both were on their feet, stomping her defenseless body. She curled up on her side to protect herself, but that just exposed her kidneys to vicious kicks.

A crowd had gathered, and Marston girls and faculty members were screaming at the men to stop -- to no avail.

One of the men leaned down and pulled SGs now naked body off the ground. He held her while the other pounded her belly with his fists.

Louie had recovered enough to stagger over to them. His face was full of pain and rage.

You broke my hand, bitch, he croaked. He held up his hand, now swollen and red. SG raised her head and tried to focus on him. She was seeing double, and she felt dizzy and nauseous.

Then someone broke out of the crowd and lunged toward the men. It was Estelle.

She had just arrived and had seen her friend absorbing a terrible beating.

She tried to push Louie aside, but he grabbed her by the throat with his left hand and kneed her in the groin. She moaned and sank to her knees. Then he kicked her in the face, and she plunged face backward to the ground, blood spurting from her mouth and nose.

SG struggled to free herself and help Estelle. But the man holding her tightened his grip, and the other began pounding her with renewed fury. Her head snapped back and forth from his punches. The crowd surged forward, and Marston women began pulling at the men, holding their arms and clawing at their faces.

Finally, sirens overwhelmed the cacophony of the crowd, and the police pushed in. A captain in charge took one look at the situation -- two women badly beaten and a crowd of witnesses -- and decided that he and his men could no longer protect Louie Ungtjur from the consequences of his thuggishness, uncles or no uncles.

An ambulance arrived just as Louie and his friends were being handcuffed. Louie begged them not to be careful of his injured hand, but the captain took on the task personally and managed to be unusually rough. Louie screamed, cursed and, to his enormous shame, wept.

The ambulance crew moved Estelle gently onto a stretcher. SG insisted on walking, though she was wobbly and obviously dazed. The ambulance crew and many in the crowd noticed something amazing: She hadnt shed a drop of blood, despite the terrible beating she had endured.

(To be continued.)