Marvin can’t take his eyes off the point of contact where the large GI keeps repeatedly pounding the little blonde from behind, top down as she lies flat on her stomach, begging them to stop and screaming out of pain with her grotesque clown’s nose.
Her moss-green skirt is a mess of fabric around her knees, against which the pale flesh of her thighs and butt silently scream her sordid defilement at the hands of Afro-Americans.
“We got them! We got them deep inside! Oohhh! Ooh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Take my big brown gun, baby! Wwhoooooo aaaAAAAAAAAAAHHNNNNNNNN GGHHHH God dammit it’s good to fill ye up, sweet golden-hair angel!” the Corporal utters as he concludes the top-down coitum with an all-mighty burst of ammo.
Marvin is panting, his heart racing, with a powerful erection beneath his trousers as he watches the unthinkable reach a monstrous conclusion, with the large negro out of breath as he blissfully pulls out of the sobbing blonde, whose rolls of golden hair lies down as spoils, no longer to be celebrated as victory rolls.
As soon as the Corporal heavily gets back up on his feet, the other GI quickly moves at the girl’s feet and grabs her ankles after swiftly pulling her loafer shoes off her dainty feet. He whistles at the sight as the two men move the girl around.
“I wanna see her pretty white girl’s face while I give her my love!”
“Good idea, Private! I’ll recommend you for promotion to First Class!”
“Noooo… Please…. I’m… I wanna get married… Daddy… Daddy, help me…”
“Hush up, gal! Your daddy ain’t gonna save you, and if he was here, he’d love to watch this! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Let’s go, Tompkins! This girl wants your negro dick!”
“Here it comes, baby doll! Delivery’s on time night and day! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Take this, little snub! Uurrrgghh! A—yyyaarrrhhh! Ooh! Ooh, she’s good inside! Yeah!”
“Noooo-ooooooooo ooooooooohhh… Pleeeeeeee ze… Stop… Daddy!!!… Daddy!!!… Mommy… I’m sorry…”
The Private has pulled her skirt and panties all the way off her feet, leaving her naked from the waist down. He’s now raping her with her bright legs brushing his flanks and lifting her hips off the floor, in the same way Marianne was raped in front of her helpless husband.
The glass-wearing blonde quits resisting and lets the man use her like a rag doll while she just looks up at the ceiling with glassy eyes that makes the rape eerily similar to necrophilia. The effect is intensified by her slim figure and the negro’s adrenaline-driven strength.
Marvin can’t stop watching the moving play of her boobs, still hidden under her blouse, and he finds himself evilly wanting to see them…
While the grunting Private keeps pounding the silent girl, the Corporal finds she’s just as easy to restrain as a corpse, so he grabs the front of her light-blue shirt and savagely rips it open with buttons flying up while the Private stays deep inside her, presently slowing down, putting her butt back on the floor and running his hands along the petite splendor of her legs.
Much to Marvin’s secret delight, the free-moving display of her delicate mounds is suddenly revealed under three rows of white pearl necklace, as the Corporal mercilessly snaps her bra broken. Marvin finds it hard to accept he can’t touch those lovely pale and puffy nipples on top of such delightful tits.
“Yeah! That’s the proper outfit for our little Miss! See those little titties! So white! Wou-hou! She’s our lovely little Miss for tonight!”
Upon saying this, the large Corporal stoops down and starts kissing and licking the blonde’s boobs, while the Private lifts up her hips again and resumes her ordeal. This time, he rapes her in absolute frenzy, grunting like a champion lover while her slender legs keep furiously brushing the flanks of his GI uniform.
Her head and whatever remains of her victory rolls of hair are bobbing senseless on the floor, making her look like a pretty corpse that might morph into a vengeful vampiress.
Marvin still can’t believe what he’s witnessing.
“Oh yeah! Yeah! Yeah! I’m filling up a little Miss white! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Yeah yeah yeah yeah it’s happening! Here it is, Miss Victory Rolls! All my ammo! With love from Uncle Sam!” the Private hollers as he empties his seed inside the slim teenager.
Deborah is not that far away. She’s entertaining new guests; negroes are firmly holding her in place as they take their turns in pounding her from behind, bent over a cleared-up sideboard. She’s naked from the waist down, still wearing her pumpkin-decorated black sweater with the ruins of her grey skirt lying at her feet like a fabric puddle of lost dignity. She’s been used that way by a school-bus driver, so she has some basis of comparison, and it’s mostly in favor of the GI’s, who don’t seem to run out of ammo.
Each rape is urgent and soon concluded. They keep telling her she was always secretly dreaming of this. They constantly stroke her richly lighted auburn hair as they take their pleasure, further defiling her with their brown fingers.
Richard will never forget Deborah’s pale moons constantly striking against a GI as each successive negro keeps gleefully fucking her.
A GI from that group happily puts his trousers back on, and he loudly proclaims, “All shorter men who want to knock a Yankee girl like a stallion, please report near the grandfather clock!”
Deborah gets new dark satyrs, who all proceed to rape her deep and hard as they keep laughing and mocking her, telling her to moan like the tramp she truly is.
“Getting Africanized is a privilege all white girls are yearning for. Tonight’s your lucky horseshoe night, Miss!”
Myra keeps wailing as she feels negro hands on her ankles while no less than two men are licking her feet. She’s utterly lost amid a press of GI’s who keep her kneeling on a cushioned chair with her butt protruding for all to see.
Their touch on her nakedness is like red-hot rods of iron that brand her as an unclean girl for ever. She prays she won’t get pregnant as they take their turns in filling her up. The worst part comes from her body—it responds to the unbridled onslaught by forcing her to experience pleasure in their arms.
“Getting Africanized is a privilege all white girls are after. Tonight’s your lucky horseshoe night, Miss!” repeats the unidentified GI.
“Get a horseshoe and stick it up her ass!”
“I got no horseshoe, but I have a large negro stick that will give the Yankee girl something to remember! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
Getting forcibly stripped out of her clothes and underwear by a bunch of colored men was humiliating enough, but she soon learned that it was just the beginning.
They’ve kept her kneeling on that cushion chair with her head down, uncaring about any discomfort they were causing her. Her wrists and ankles have remained firmly held. At some point, someone poured liquid on her hair; it turned out to be rum punch.
It’s beyond humiliating! She’s ruined! Her knees are killing her from supporting her weight on that cushion edge, but physical pain is but a trifle in comparison to the feeling of becoming less than dirt.
They’ve kept Myra in that same painful position, where she got raped from behind by a string of men who just held her hips and banged her, always commenting on the whiteness of her skin and telling her she was secretly enjoying this, that she was a fine Yankee girl and a great swinging lass, etc.
She’s got filled up over and over again, and now comes that man who just said he has a horseshoe for her ass…
When he settles himself behind her and begins to violate her differently, Myra learns a new meaning of pain as he pushes his cock directly inside her tiny asshole and enlarges it, the hard way, as he pushes inside her rectum, causing her to scream like a banshee, as if they just stuck a red-hot poker inside her ass.
“That’s how you brand a white girl with a black rod! Show her what it’s like to be owned by a Private First Class!” a soldier bellows amid the jeers and whistles and catcalls.
Richard bitterly sobs as he hears Myra’s deafening shrieks of agony as the horseshoe negro, his lone chevron of GI pride on his sleeve, sodomizes her with unfathomable delight, grabbing her wrists and pulling her arms straight for added leverage, and the top of her head keeps buffeting against the chair’s cushioned back rest with each stroke, while he keeps telling her that Yankee girls have a tighter butthole than colored gals. He says he’s an expert!
“I was a plumber before I was called to the draft! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!” he adds. “Now take this! This and this! Little tramp! Little snobbish doxy! I bet you’re from Alabama!”
“I can’t wait to try some Jap girls when we’ll beat those yellow dogs!”
“We ain’t all going to live to see this, and that’s why we’re here—to live and truly live while we still can! Tonight’s the night! Knock her up deep, Baker! Give her that big something to remember! Give her that horseshoe up her ass!”
“Oh yeah! Ugh! Ugh! Uugh! Ugh nnghhh! She’s a good little horseshoe girl, that brunette!”
The man sodomizing Myra suddenly bolts and shakes, his body taken by all manners of tremors as he drives her butt repeatedly against him in a mad frenzy, then he loses control and explodes, spewing a geyser of semen inside her rectum; he screams his delight, his mouth wide open with frothing slobber dripping down his fat lips, his eyes nearly coming out of their orbits as he blissfully empties himself inside Myra, who howls and wails like a lost soul.
He finally pulls out, drawing semen mixed with dark blood, and Richard suddenly sees a glistening rope of semen as it lands smack on Myra’s butt under the grunting negro, whose dark dick prolongs the outrage by its ugly presence.
Richard feels the man’s satisfaction through that grunt, and something breaks inside him. He’ll never be the same fellow again; he knows it. Will he be able to look at Myra again? Will he still want to touch her? Ganged-raped by negroes… Such a life-shattering horror behind these words. Saying the words is nearly impossible, but the reality of it is unwatchable.
***
Ann also gets gang-raped by the GI’s. She’s actually become a crowd favorite, easing the burden for many other girls, through no wish of her own.
She keeps her eyes closed with her lovely features distorted, like a girl who’s just taken a bite from something incredibly disgusting, while the negroes keep savagely raping her on that cleared table with her head bobbing next to an empty 8-oz Seven-Up bottle fallen on its side. No hope to be found in that green glass.
The rapes are urgent and finished in short order. Under all that frenzy with jeers and catcalls, Ann feels like someone being buried alive under excrements of chocolate-brown shame as the rapes drag on and on and on, and then some more.
There are faces she recognizes; men who are taking a second ride, which doubles her already-infinite shame. What difference does that make, one or a hundred negro dicks? One is a white girl’s death.
The worst of the worse is that each new round of forced sex makes Ann relive all of them from the onset!
Her forced undressing was so painful and brutal!
“Noo! No negroes! No negroes!” she kept shouting at the top of her soon-tired voice. Those were the only words that came out of her mouth as they pinned her on that table and brutally tore her wool sweater to shreds of green against her luminous skin, and then they painfully pressed her breasts down before using a knife to scare her and cut the front of her bra.
Feeling the air directly hit her boobs under all their burning gazes was the death of the girl she used to be. Their whistles and catcalls were her fire squad. She was already dead meat when the Staff Sergeant took his due.
That big Sergeant didn’t bother with unbuckling her belt, no Sir! He just grabbed everything and pulled it all the way down, groaning like a mad-man as he strained. He kept looking directly into her eyes as he stripped her out of her dignity.
She yelped! Her belt and dress hurt her hips as he pulled! Then her panties were suddenly pulled off as well, and it hurt her between her buttocks as those panties were quite robust. Ann screamed and broke her voice as the white fabric yielded and she felt their barbaric gazes land on her suddenly exposed sex.
After many lewd comments about the blackness of her trim triangle, the bigger-than-life platoon leader announced her he was going to show her why he’s a Staff Sergeant.
“Get ready to get staffed, young lady! Now, Miss! Open your legs for Uncle Sam! We’re at war and we need you to start making babies!”
As she kept her legs glued together and bent in a very sexy show of white girl’s pin-up legs and feet, the Sergeant just grabbed her ankles and tossed her legs together on one side, gaining a very erotic view of her inner thighs and her slit, crowned by some black hair. There was the objective for his brown bomber!
“Keeping your legs together won’t help you, young lady! There’s no escape from your duties, little Miss! It’s knock-up time! Happy Halloween, little tramp!”
Ann bolted and swung her knees back up as she writhed and wriggled, but the GI’s had her under control.
The Staff Sergeant poked a finger inside her pussy, and Ann just howled and howled as she felt no physical pain, really, but just a searing humiliation from having a negro finger inside her!
She frantically shook her lovely head amid the jeering negroes, one of whom found a half-empty bottle of Seven-Up and poured it down on her flat-moving boobs, and this started a tit-sucking festival where GI’s got thoroughly acquainted with Ann’s pale nipples and the round perfection of her areolas.
“Pale snobbish girls taste the sweetest!” a Corporal remarked.
The Staff Sergeant loved the sight of fat negro lips on Ann’s snow-white boobs. The scene—added to the feel of her now-wet pussy around his finger—finished making him as hard as a Tasmanian devil.
“Now, little Snow White, Now! Have a nice trip under the tropics! Cause we’re going South! Deep South! Aaaahh! Yeah! At last! At last! Young lady!”
And as he spoke, the unimpeachable Sergeant rammed his throbbing staff inside Ann’s delicate entrance, and he strained and strained, his right hand holding the base of his brown bomber while pushing down on her bent legs at his left.
“No! Nnooo! Nnooo negroes! No negroooooes! Noooooooooooo neegroooooooooooooooooooooes! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NNHHAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
Her deafening screams made him even stiffer as he began to rape her in that position, with her short legs on one side and her perky boobs in full jiggling display under a forest of dark hands as she lay on her back, pinned on that table, now a creaking rape bed.
Ann could have bolted out and could have kicked at the big Sergeant, but something paralyzed her. Fear of reprisals? Fright? Yes, but only partly. Arousal was there too.
Her young body was quickly responding to the brutal invasion by flooding her limbs with feel-good sensations, and it filled her pussy with juices that eased the pain where the big negro was taking his pleasure, ramming her from an angle that agreed with her.
She had risen out of bed a virgin less than a day before. What was she now? Her rapist kept calling her “young lady” using the same tone of civility as if he were meeting her on a Sunday street.
Her breasts are now swollen under all these hands, mouths and tongues worshipping her while she’s being owned by the Staff Sergeant, who feels big and all-powerful inside her. His main object is sexual gratification and the unfathomable thrill of finally owning one of these privileged Yankee girls.
Someone plays the same record again and turns the volume to its loudest. Praise The Lord And Pass The Ammunition starts playing through the orgy of gang-rapes where each and every white lass in the ill-fated lodge lost her honor.
Praise the Lord, and pass the ammunition,
Praise the Lord, and swing into position,
And we’ll all stay free!
…
The Staff Sergeant keeps hammering little Ann, who’s lost any notion of time and place. Past and present are one and the same, and any textual account of such an ordeal would miss the mark by adhering to strict rules of tense; such account would only be truthful if chaotic by nature. He rapes her with immense delight and does his utmost to make it last, but the sight of her bare legs and feet in addition to the rest of her exquisite figure proves too much.
He contemplates the unreal tempest of her jiggling breasts as he passes his sweet edge and his legs turn wobbly under him, and he slam-bangs her into a glorious finish with the absolute will to stuff her with his seed. He’s happy to finally dump a big load inside the Yankee cutie, but he’s a bit sad that it’s already over.
He loudly explodes in a series of freakish grunts, and he floods Ann with his sickening gravy, telling her that she’s a proper Yankee woman now.
Everything breaks all at once inside Ann as she understands he’s finished and… she can get pregnant! As she receives the Sergeant’s semen, she presses her bent legs together as if this would somehow dispel the evil curse. She knows it won’t, but she needs to do something, otherwise she’ll go insane!
“You see, young lady, we can still put you to use even when you keep your legs together. Tell that to your friends in college before we come and meet them! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
The Sergeant’s gone, and another GI’s already there, standing with his cock already near her polluted entrance. This one is thinner and more on the nervous side. As he pushes at her entrance, Ann yelps, pressing her bent legs together and feeling hands all over them.
He grabs her hips hard and begins to rape her in the same position, with both her legs bent together on one side. He forces his way inside her hairy slit, strains a little and gains a loud and vulgar victory inside the wailing girl.
They keep playing with her jiggling nipples as the new rapist smoothly bangs her, and as he enjoys her, he begins telling her a tale about a slave revolt in South Carolina, where the slaves sacked the owner’s mansion and gang-raped his daughters, making them unmarriageable.
He tells her that tale between his teeth, between grunts, while he strenuously keeps owning her, forcefully so, with many beads of sweat gracing his brown forehead, making her head gloriously bob on the creaking table with her tits jiggling even more gloriously.
The negro tells Ann how those girls squealed and moaned like little bitches as they were getting raped on the dinner table, inside a lavish room, and strangely enough, the tale forces a strong response inside Ann, who soon finds herself unable to keep from moaning!
The thick and dark circle of GI’s around her burst out in laughter upon hearing her moans.
“We’re already taming the little tramp! She loves negro dicks! We knew it!”
“Happy Halloween! There’s more chocolate in store for you, little witch!”
“And licorice sticks too! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
The rapist concludes in a frenzy, letting slobber drip down his mouth as he blissfully lets his cock burst inside Ann. As he ejaculates, the Private utters something like, “RRHHRNNNNN ooh, God the white lady’s GDDHHHH HNNNNNrrrrr!”
The dick-happy GI gets urgently tossed aside! The third negro pulls Ann to him and turns her around, making her feet land on the floor as he bends her over the table.
“We need to see how white Milady’s butt really is!” he says while holding his raging erection with one hand and gently slapping the wide smoothness of her buttocks. He means to humiliate her. “This is South Carolina white!” he adds, his hand pressed on her buns.
At the end of her short legs, Ann’s toes barely touch the floor as they keep her flat on her stomach and negro hands force her to stay still with her face pressed against the tabletop, in a way that makes her think of those girls in South Carolina. She sobs. Getting aroused by such rabble feels like another death sentence.
Sure enough, that third GI pushes inside her entrance, and Ann’s ordeal is resumed, this time from behind with her face sliding on the tabletop.
Unidentified hands caress her hair and hold her shoulders down on that table, while her rapist holds the crease of her hips and is already pounding her with a vengeance, telling her how happy he is to finally be able “to give all my hot love to a cute little white lass”!
Unfortunately for Ann, the rectangular table is narrow enough for other GI’s to access her face from the other side, and the hapless girl suddenly feels something warm and clammy against her forehead, followed with another tap that feels just as clammy, then another one…
Ann squeals as she realizes what they are doing while her lithe body keeps getting shaken from behind. While she’s being raped like a bitch, other negroes are running their cocks around her face! Why is she still breathing?!
She bolts in frenzied panic, with renewed strength, but her arms are so powerfully restrained! She’s all flat on the table with her face just as exposed as her bottom! There’s nothing she can do.
As if this weren’t enough, the GI raping her brings her a hair’s breadth from a hard orgasm, but he fires his liberating shots of ammo. A bomb of shame detonates inside Ann as she realizes that a part of her is disappointed he’s pulling out just as she was about to hit her jackpot.
Then, the next man gives her his dick, and that’s when Ann gets violently seized by the head, and a large cock is being shoved into her ajar mouth.
“No! No negroes!” Ann wants to shout, but her hot air finds a barrage of hard meat as her mouth is positively filled by a chunk of negro love that comes with a revolting taste of the vilest kind.
Ann wonders why, why she isn’t dead as she gets pussy-raped from behind while being nearly choked by that large chunk of meat filling her mouth with rancid-tasting shame. The pair of hands holding her waist are the one thing that keeps her sane—her own forced arousal becomes her lighthouse guiding her through that hell.
The GI holds her head in a painful grip, and he’s also pinching her jaw, as if he was afraid of getting bit, but Ann’s no longer resisting.
Her forced arousal prompts her to let the negroes do whatever they want; there are far too many of them! What’s the shame in losing against so many foes? Marvin and Richard have been powerless to stop them; that’s their fault, not hers!
Ann fights for her air while she’s relentlessly assaulted by a legion of new sensations at once. Now she knows. Now she knows what it feels like to get savagely gang-raped.
Gang-raped like those girls in South Carolina. At the hands of revolted slaves… Ann tries to keep her sanity by picturing herself being raped by her father’s slaves and repeatedly filled up; a rich girl, well educated, now forced to take negroes inside her and to even let them use her mouth!
Ann suddenly bolts on the table, her wrists in pain under negro hands, her toes no longer touching the floor, while her rapist keeps banging her like a bull under a hot Andalusian sun, and as he pounds her like there’s no tomorrow, Ann experiences an extremely intense climax. A really big one! The dick filling her mouth even adds an extra dynamite stick to the explosion.
Ann groans her intense fireworks against the big negro dick, that twitches as the GI face-raping her also hits his jackpot, while the one banging her white butt like a madman also lets his steam go!
The negroes on both ends growl and explode together, giving Ann a salvo of ammo inside her pussy as well as a massive torpedo throat-deep inside her mouth, while she’s herself climaxing hard!
The hot sludge properly Africanizes her palate and tongue, giving her a thick sample of the rancid taste that, the GI’s say, all white girls are after.
Ann swallows the hot sludge. She’s so exhausted that she’s numb to the taste.
Then, while Ann is spitting out the negro cum she managed not to swallow, the Staff Sergeant moves in for a second go as the GI’s make way for him.
As he stands behind her, he contemplates the dark sight of his loaded weapon against her white softness.
“Nothing’s more beautiful than a negro’s dick on a white girl’s butt!” the Staff Sergeant says, before he gleefully inserts his brown weapon inside Ann. He’s been masturbating all along as he watched his men taking her again and again, reloading his artillery so he can give her a second merry-go-round.
“I really like you, young lady. I just wanna make sure you will remember me for ever and always! Aahh—yyaaAAARRHHH!!! Ohh yeah! I had already forgotten how good it feels to be inside that little snob! Little tramp! Little negro-loving trollop! Take this, white girl! Ugh! Ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh… Oh, she’s a good ride from behind, the little tramp! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh…”
The Staff Sergeant pounds Ann urgently, with unrestrained abandon, obliterating any shreds of last-ditch pride that she was perhaps clinging to.
“Now it’s our party, young lady! You should hear yourself squeal like a bitch! You like being raped by negroes, don’t you? Little Snow White! That’s every Yankee girl’s secret dream! And I’m happy to provide! Ugh! Ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh…”
He keeps raping Ann doggy style, grunting like a king of the jungle while she whimpers like the raped daughter of a plantation owner whose slaves had run amok.
Ann very powerfully climaxes, again! And mere seconds later, the Staff Sergeant screams his unfathomable bliss and spews bolts upon bolts of hot seed, giving Ann her money’s worth of liberty cream.
As he pulls out of her, the big Sergeant lets himself fall on his knees and allows his flat-nosed face to press her buttocks. So white and peachy-soft! The Staff Sergeant indulges in his obsession for white girls as he gleefully licks and licks like a dog lapping milk and loving it.
He was the one who had planned the attack. He knew there would be a party with many white youths in that ski lodge, and they were going off to San Francisco the very next day. It was a fail-safe plan! They’d be far gone when the local folks would wake up to what had befallen to their precious daughters.
While the Staff Sergeant keeps licking and kissing Ann’s butt, a Corporal who had defiled her at some point is now enjoying her mouth. He vigorously rapes her lovely head of raven hair, then he pulls out and growls and screams, “Yeah! We won! We won-nnNNNNNNNN NNNNNNNNNNNNNNRRHH OOHH UUGGHH!!!”
The negro Corporal shoots several thin ropes of seed, painting Ann’s pretty face with a glistening coat of slime.
“How do you like this, GI tramp?”
The orgy around them is now waning in force, devolving from a hurricane into a hot tropical storm where white girls are subjected to different forms of non-penetrative humiliations. Tit sucking and butt licking are staples on the menu. It’s a late-night smorgasbord.
***
Marvin has caught flashing glimpses of Ann’s long-winded ordeal, feeling a painful hard-on as he saw her butt for the very first time. He has been gnawing at his bonds, but what he sees arouses him too much and he uses his tied-up hands to apply pressure on his erect dick, until he feels the blissful pressure surge through the fabric of his grey trousers. He soon relieves himself. Aaoohhh! It feels so good!
He’s now watching the blonde again. The poor girl is exhausted and flat on her back, Eve-nude.
A long-enduring GI has been kneeling by her side while masturbating directly above her pretty face. He presently gives her a big load! He shoots most of his hot pudding on her glasses, which makes many other GI’s laugh. The girl with the golden hair rolls is now beyond tears. She looks ghastly pale. Her red clown nose is long gone, as well as nearly all her white make-up. The masquerade is over.
Yet some heat is stirred up again. A girl is shrieking in panic as they carry her downstairs. Her shrieks are full and strong, indicating that she’s fresh. Marvin and Richard are surprised to see her as she appears between negroes at the foot of the stairway.
She’s fully clothed! Disguised as a pirate, complete with a dead-man skull on a black tricorn.
“Look at what we found inside the closet upstairs!”
“Come here, young lady! We just want to say hi!”
“Looks like we found a pirate wench!”
“Take off her tricorn! She’s got blonde hair that needs some liberty cream!”
“Nice hair! I love your boobs too! Let’s see what you got below this little Navy-blue jacket… No, your golden linings aren’t going to help!”
“Noooo! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!”
“I wanna have her from behind with her leather boots still on!”
“You’re all spent now!”
“How much do you wanna bet I can still make a run?”
“Noo! Let me go! Please, let me go! My father’s a Colonel!”
“Hey! Look out! She’s kicked an oil lamp!”
“Look out! Look out! The curtains!”
“Fire! Fire! Fire!”
“Put it out! Put it out!”
“Fire! Fire! Fire! Let’s get out of here!”
“Stay calm, boys, and go get the extinguishers! GO GET THE EXTINGUISHERS IN THE TRUCKS! GO! GO! GO!”
“I don’t wanna burn in Hell! Not now!”
“GET THE EXTINGUISHERS!”
“Aahhhh! I’m on fire! Aaaaaaahh I’m too young to die!”
A fast-growing glow of gold and orange flames quickly surge and take shape near the bottom of the stairs, where the pirate-clad girl, as she got assaulted from all quarters, lost her mind and tried to flail her arms and legs and free herself from her assailants.
Her foot struck a large oil lamp that fell down near a curtain. The ski lodge is now devoured by a quickly growing fire.
Richard, who has been gnawing at his bonds, manages to free his wrists, then he quickly gets rid of the rope around his ankles.
“Quick! Quick! We must get out!” He tells Myra as he grabs her by the waist and runs outside, carrying the naked girl on his shoulder amid the general stampede where everybody run for their lives.
Once outside, he puts Myra down and leaves her lying on the ground. The fire is spreading fast, but some GI’s have got fire extinguishers out of the trucks and the Staff Sergeant directs them into a fire-fighting assault. Rain starts to fall.
Marvin and Ann are nowhere to be seen.
Richard runs back inside at the peril of his life, ignoring the Sergeant’s orders to stay outside.
The place is now full of toxic smoke and fumes; it’s nearly pitch-black.
Through sheer luck, he finds Ann. She lies unconscious under the very table where she was repeatedly raped. That table is already on fire!
Richard fights his urge of running outside, withstanding the heat and smoke. He picks up Ann and drags her outside, coughing from the smoke and praying that Marvin has made good his escape.
Passing through the GI’s fighting the fire, Richard gets out safe with Ann, and thank God! She’s breathing all right.
The rain is now a downpour. It will be later written in the newspapers that the GI’s who happened to be nearby were instrumental in saving the lives of many partygoers and preventing the utter destruction of the lodge by slowing down the fire until the firemen showed up. The credit and commendations will be given to white GI’s. Somewhere around page 13, a snippet will mention that 63 colored GI’s were court-martialed and hanged for raping white girls, whose identities were withheld from the public eye.
Richard helps the naked girls to Marvin’s Buick, which he somehow finds parked and unscathed a good twenty yards away from the ski lodge.
All of a sudden, no one else seems to be around. Everything is now eerie and silent. Only wind through leafless branches. There’s no more rain.
Richard opens the door and helps Ann into the car. He lays Ann down in the backseat. Then he goes get Myra. He carries her and tries to make her sit in the passenger seat, but the exhausted girl keeps falling to the side, so Richard will have to drive with her head resting on his lap.
As he stands near his friend’s car, Richard presently looks around and calls Marvin’s name. He’s shocked to see there’s no more fire. Rain isn’t enough to put out a house fire. He realizes with a shock that the rain has suddenly vanished. No one seems to be around. What’s going on?
He can’t leave Marvin behind. He needs to find him! He shuts the Buick’s door and goes back to the ski lodge.
The GI’s and their transport trucks are all gone. There isn’t even a hint of a tire track anywhere to be seen, which is strange to say the least. He was expecting to see many such tracks in the tender soil near the forest. There aren’t.
They seem to have all vanished into thin air. But where’s Marvin?
Richard carefully goes inside the disaster-struck ski lounge. He’s met with silence. Oddly enough, there’s some dim light inside the living room; it comes from a single oil lamp that has been left on a coffee table, next to a Ouija board.
The collapsed part of the roof is way back toward the emergency exit and the storage areas. The living room is dry and surprisingly cozy. Richard spots a portable stove. He suddenly remembers that this stove belongs to his father. They used it to cook the hot-dogs, seemingly ages ago.
Then he sees a body.
He gets closer and screams with terror. Its face and arms are charred, burnt beyond recognition. The lower part of the torso and the legs are relatively intact. Richard knows those grey trousers. It’s Marvin!
At the oil lamp’s dim light, the bared teeth smile at him from a nightmarish eye-less face, coal black with white pearls for a smile. In his state of extreme stress, Richard has no tears to cry for his best friend since kindergarten.
He doesn’t want to believe that Marvin is gone, but he recognizes the Texas-style belt buckle. Then he spots the wrist watch he traded with him for a small collection of Playboy magazines, one of them featuring Marilyn Monroe as its centerfold.
It’s Marvin all right. Marvin’s dead.
What happened? Where is that big fire now?
The lounge is in the exact same state as they had first found it upon their arrival at sunset.
What happened? They must have dozed off and he had a horrible nightmare, but then, what about that charred corpse? Why were Ann and Myra both naked and covered with bruises when he helped them into the car?
Something happened. Something horrible, unspeakable must have happened. It must have!
The corpse lay there, unimpeachable. It was real. Marvin now belonged to the past.
Richard shook his head and decided to think it over at a later time, after getting the rest he chiefly needed. At any rate, it was his duty to report the death, which was clearly accidental.
He thought of Ann and Myra. The girls were still naked, but perhaps this was part of the horrible dream he had. He went back to the car, and found that both girls were indeed in the nude.
Once again inside the lounge, Richard overcame his sense of terror and went inside Marvin’s pockets. He needed the keys to his car.
After he retrieved the all-important keys, he looked everywhere for the girls’ clothes, to no avail. Then he heard some faint, eerie sounds of music coming from upstairs, with the same creepy chorus he had heard before…
Bye bye, baby,
Time to hit the road to dreamland.
You’re mine baby,
Dig you in the land of nod…
He ran outside, got in the car and drove away.
He could have sworn he had heard some cheerful laughter from male and female voices as he got out of the derelict ski lodge.
TO BE CONTINUED.
