The Bullworth Never Ending Story

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Tony and Nick biked over to Blue Skies by way of New Coventry.  Since neither one of them were really much familiar with the area, they started going up and down every street that had any kind of buildings, inspecting them closely.  The largest one, the Spazz Industries Factory, had begun operations again, Tony noticed.  There were ramps up the side of the East building that went up two stories on the side to some storage rooms, but there were no numbers on them, and they didn’t look like the building in Tony’s dream anyway. 

Down the road around the corner, on Meats Street, the wreckage from the nearly-leveled Wonder Meats Packing Plant had been cleaned off the road, Tony saw, but had just been piled in the spot where the building had once stood.  Like most things on this end of Blue Skies, there hadn’t been a whole lot of actual clean-up as there had been in the other areas.  Down the road from that was Blue Skies Shipping, which was now the only place handling anything coming or going by rail or boat these days, since the Spencer warehouse was closed now.  Tony wondered how the goods were being taken to and brought from the elevated rail line now.

After they had been looking around about an hour, Nick said, “Maybe we should just go ask somebody where this damn building is.”

“Who would know that ?”, Tony asked. Constantinos would know something like that, but he hadn’t been seen at all lately.  Tony had begun to wonder where he was off to these days.

“Maybe...”, Nick shrugged, “Somebody on the Docks might know.”

“Capitol Idea”, Tony replied.  “Let’s try there....I think they’re this-a-way.”

Tony remembered that the docks were on the other side of the elevated rail line, and that there was an underpass to them, around the vicinity of Spencer Warehouse.  It was where Tad had him leave the boat Tony had borrowed from him to take Karen to Narragansett Bay.  They biked that way, and there around the corner on the North side of the Warehouse was the underpass they sought.  As they came through underneath, Tony could see the large boathouse where he’d left the boat as per Tad’s instructions.  Next to that was another building, and around the corner then down a large ramp was the way the led to the Docks themselves.  Tony could see the water now and the Bullworth School Tower in the distance.

Not seeing anyone, they biked North along the Dock, coming to another large Boathouse.  They had to detour around this one for a distance before being able to get back near the water again. It was on the Northernmost Dock that Tony spotted some workers, using a crane to load a small freighter.  Tony and Nick biked up to the nearest one.

“Um...Pardon me Sir”, Tony asked, “We’re looking for a particular building.”

The man looked at them and grunted.  “Whadda you kids doin’ over here ?  Ain’cha supposed to be in summer school or somptin’ ?”

“Well....Actually, we’re on a School Project of sorts”, Tony lied.  “We’re supposed to find this particular building, it’s marked ‘XX-7‘....You wouldn’t happen to know where it is, would’ja ?”

“Umm...Naw, kid, I don’t”, the man said.  He looked over towards another worker and said, “He might know...Hey, Salvatore, com’ere !”

The other man came over.  “Whadda want, McInnis, I’m kinda busy over here.”

McInnis gestured to Tony and Nick.  “These two are asking about some building, maybe you know where it’s at.”

“Yeah ?”, Salvatore said, “What building ?”

“Umm...’XX-7‘, Sir”, Tony told him.

A queer look came over Salvatore’s face.  “What’cha want with that building ?”

“It a...School Project”, Tony lied again.  “Sorta like a Scavenger Hunt.  We’re supposed to take pictures of certain buildings around the Towns for an assignment.”

“Oh”, Salvatore said.  He considered a bit, then shrugged.  “Well....It’s way off in the South end, down by the Chem Plant and Gloop Oil Refinery.  You have to take that road that goes by the Power Sub-Station.  The road did go straight to the Chem Plant, but the Feds ordered it blocked off, cause of the poison gas that was comin’ out of the place due to them bombings.  But, there’s another road that breaks off and goes West....That building you’re looking for is right next to the old Red Star Industries building.”

“Ok, Sir...Thanks !”, Tony said, and made ready to leave.

“You kids stay away from that Sub-Station”, McInnis said.  “Some fool kid ‘bout got himself electrocuted messin’ around in there a couple years ago.”

“Ah, don’t worry Sir, we don’t wanna get fried”, Tony said as he and Nick biked off, retracing the way they came in. 
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Tony and Nick found the road, which had been partly barricaded.  They picked their way through and continued on.  Tony looked left and saw the Power Sub-Station, and up ahead a ways was a large metal barricade, topped with razor barbed wire.  In the distance behind that rose the huge foreboding hulk of the Chem Plant.  Off to the right, as Mr. Salvatore had said, was another road.

The boys continued on down that one for a ways, but up ahead, it too was blocked.  They were nearly directly behind the ruined Wonder Meats Plant, and the wrecked remanent of another building spilled across the road here.  They came to a stop and looked at the mess.  From what they could tell, it had been a storage building of some sort at the back of Wonder Meats.  Without knowing it, they were looking at the remains of the building where Kurt had held Pinky hostage last winter. 

“Look !”, Nick said, pointing to a red brick building to the left of them, on a rise and enclosed by a chain-link fence with razor wire running along the top.  At the top of the three-story structure was faded lettering reading ‘Red Star Industries’.  “That must be the building that guy was talking about.”

“Yeah...”, Tony said, looking up at it.  “Wonder what they made there ?”

“Gaaa, who knows”, Nick said. “Hey, look off to the the side there....That look like the building in your dream ?”

Tony followed Nick’s gaze over to the left of the Red Star building.  “Umm....Could be.  Let’s go look !”

They backtracked a bit, and were surprised to see a ramp leading up between the two buildings.  “Wonder how we missed this ?”, Tony asked.

“We weren’t looking for it, is how”, Nick replied, “We was looking up at the buildings.”

They biked up the ramp.  To the left was a single steel door set into the front of the Building.  They dismounted and walked over to it.  To the left of the door, a black ‘XX-7‘ had been stenciled against the dark concrete.

“This Is It !”, Tony cried.  He put his hand on the knob and twisted.  It was locked.  Somehow, he should have known that was going to happen.  Tony tried to twist the knob but it wouldn’t move.  He banged his other fist on the door in frustration. 

Suddenly, his dream came flooding back. Along with that, a warmth in his pants pocket began to burn against his leg.  He dug into his pocket for the key he knew must be there, and found....Nothing.

“What are you doing, Tony ?”, Nick asked, watching his odd behavior.

“There’s a Key”, Tony said, “A KEY is supposed to be there.”  He turned the pocket out.  It was empty.  “God Damn It, Where Is It ?!?”

“What are you talking about ?”, Nick said, “What Key ?”

“The one that’s supposed to be here !”, Tony said uncomprehendingly.  “Where is it ??”

Nick looked at him strangely.  “You....Talking about a Key in your dream ?  Cause you ain’t got nothing.”

Tony leaned his head against the cold metal door and closed his eyes.  “Yeah....Yeah, that’s it...It was in my dream.  I thought.....Well, I don’t know what I thought....That it might be there.”

“What did it look like ?”, Nick asked suddenly.  “The Key in your dream ?”

“It was....A Key, man, just an ordinary Key”, Tony said miserably.  The feeling was strong in him that he had to get in there.  He scrunched his eyes and tried to recall.  The shape.  The size.  What ?

“Was there anything on it, or stamped on it ?”, Nick asked, trying to be helpful.

Tony’s eyes opened suddenly.  He remembered.  “YES !”, he exclaimed.  “There was...an ‘NP’ on it...Like it had been scratched on it !”

“NP ?”, Nick said.  “Uh...Them’s my initials, man.”

“That’s it !”, Tony said.  “It’s You !  You’re the Key !”

Nick felt in his pockets.  “I ain’t got no key, man...Nothin’ like that.”

“No, No....It’s YOU”, Tony insisted. “Not a Key....YOU have to open the door !”

“Me ?”, Nick asked.  “You mean like, pick the lock ?”

“Yes !”, Tony said.  “At least, I think so.  I needed the Master Lock Picker, that’s Karen, she picks all kinds of locks...But she wasn’t there, in the dream.  But YOU can pick locks, can’t you ?”

“Well....Yeah”, Nick admitted. “But....I’m a little rusty....This ain’t exactly L.A. you know.”

“Will you at least try ?”, Tony asked, almost pleading.

“Hmmm.....I guess”, Nick shrugged.  He bent to examine the lock on knob, inspecting it closely.  “Looks fairly simple.”  He dug around in his pockets and produced a couple of strange-looking tiny picks.

“You carry those around ?”, Tony asked in surprise.

“Force of Habit”, Nick muttered as he bent to the task.

Tony took a breath as he watched.  Overwhelming was the feeling that he must get inside.  Something was waiting.....Something.
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Not long after Tony and Nick had left to turn Melody’s Cell Phone in at the Police Station, Constantinos clamored down the trellis from the Girl’s Dorm Attic.  He was badly in need of some sleep, having been up all night robbing books for Tiffany from the Library.  She had smuggled him up some food this morning after their sex-capades and before she went off to class, but what he really needed right now was a comfortable bed to catch some rest in.  The blankets on the Attic floor weren’t much of a mattress.

He blinked in the bright sunlight, letting his hollow eyes adjust.  He’d been up in the dark attic so much lately he was beginning to feel like a Vampire.  He hiked off to the Boy’s Dorm without seeing anyone.

When he arrived at the Dorm, it too was empty, save for those weird kids Eddie and Geoff, who were, as usual when nobody was around, in the Common Room playing the stand-up console video games.  Constantinos wondered afresh just what their deal was, then wearily decided he still didn’t care.  When he got to his room, it too was empty of anyone, and he flung himself down on his still-rumpled bed and quickly went fast asleep.

Constantinos didn’t like to even acknowledge his dreams, as they were always dark and depressing.  This one that he found himself in was no different, in fact far worse, for elements of horror and terror were laced into it.

He was in the Attic. Beside him was a huge mound of books that stretched nearly the length and width of the Attic.  It came to him that he was finally done with his task, he had robbed all of the books from the Library.  Little footsteps pattered up the stairs then, and there was his Angel Tiffany.  She would be so pleased, he knew, and his crotch burned with anticipation and desire.  He was about to receive his ultimate reward, the finest sexual experience of his life.  She grinned wickedly as her vapid eyes took in the huge mound of books.  Tiffany looked at Constantinos and ordered him to strip and get down on the floor, drool running from her mouth.  She leapt atop him as he did so, attacking his privates with a fresh vigor like never before.  Constantinos laid back and closed his eyes, his hormones raging.  Tiffany engulfed him, making vile slurping sounds like those of a rabid animal.  It intensified to the point where it became painful, and Constantinos gasped.  Lifting his head, he gazed down and saw.  His Bulge was in her hands, and she was consuming him, bits of tissue and blood streaking down her face as she chewed.  Tiffany had castrated him.  In his dream mind, Constantinos screamed and screamed as he descended into the pits of his own private Hell.
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“Got It”, Nick announced.  He turned the knob and pushed the door open.

Tony pushed away from the wall he had been leaning on.  “Arm Yourself”, he said, drawing out his own Spud Gun and cock-loading it.  Nick did the same, and they cautiously entered.

The daylight spilled into the room for a little ways, enough for Tony to see reflections off the darkened screens at the far end.  The balance of the room was in darkness, however.  “Flashlights”, Tony whispered, feeling foolish that he was being fearful of a darkened room.

The boys pulled out their flashlights with their free hands as shined them around.  The room was just like Tony had seen in his dream, with the exceptions of there being no Mortuary Vaults against the left-hand wall, and of course there was no decaying Monk standing there either.

Tony shone the light directly ahead and saw the banks of 16 TV Monitor screens on the back wall and 16 TV Monitor screens on the side of the wall to his right.  They were all blank and dark.  Tables with cheap chairs sat underneath them.  Nick turned and played the light along the wall to his left, picking out a couple of filing cabinets and more tables and chairs.  On the front wall, near the door where they entered was also a bank of another 16 TV Monitors, also blank and dark, with still more tables and chairs. 

Tony whirled to his left, half expecting to see the nightmarish figure of the Monk.  Instead, there was only a calendar on the bare wall.  Tony stepped closer and saw it was this year’s calendar, displaying a pastoral country scene.  The month page, however, was still set on May, meaning this room had probably not been worked since then.

Nick turned and came forward to about the middle of the room.  “Sorta dead in here”, he half-joked.  Unbeknown to both of the boys was that Nick was standing in the same spot where Zoe had stuffed a bag of M-80s down the pants of an unconscious Big Darrell and lit them, blowing his nuts off, among other damage. 

Tony turned his flashlight to the right, into the corner.  “There !”, he exclaimed, pointing towards an electrical box with an oversize red push-button mounted on the face of it.  “That’s the thing I saw !  The one that...That Monk-Man was pointing at in my dream !”

“You sure ?”, Nick asked, coming over closer to get a look.

“I...Think so”, Tony said.  “I didn’t get a real good look, but....This has gotta be it, there’s nothing else here.”

The boys approached the box.  “So, what we’re supposed to do”, Tony wondered.

“Push it ?”, Nick suggested.  “Nothing much else we can do.”

Tony reached forward and pushed on the big red button.  Nothing happened.

“Well....What the Hell ?”, Tony said, confused.

“Hmmm.....No Power is probably why”, Nick indicated.

Tony slapped his head.  “Of Course !  Duh....I’m not thinking clearly, I guess.”  He looked again at the Electrical Box.  “Wonder if there’s a way to turn it on ?”

Nick shined his light around the box.  “There might be....Lemme look.”

“You know about this kinda stuff ?”, Tony asked.  Nick was certainly full of surprises.

“A little bit”, Nick admitted wirily.  “I was thinkin’ about becoming a Journeyman Electrician some day.”

Tony couldn’t tell if Nick was joking or not, as he was such a hard person to read.  Nick ran his fingers around the box, searching for a switch.  There was lateral indentations on both sides of the box, just enough to stick the four fingers of a hand into.  Nick tried one side and pushed, but nothing happened.  Reversing, he tried again from the other side.  There was a 'CLICK’ and suddenly the lights in the room blazed on.

“Hey, you did it !”, Tony exclaimed, pocketing his flashlight.  “Let’s try the red button now !”

Eagerly, Tony pushed the big red button.  There was a click and a whooshing sound.  But that was all.  Tony’ hopes deflated. “What the Fuck....”, he muttered.

“Thought I heard something outside”, Nick said, cocking his head.  Unable to think of anything else to do, the boys trotted outside, looking around.

“Hey, wasn’t this big gate here closed when we got here ?”, Nick asked, indicating a now open gate between the XX-7 building and the Red Star building.

“Think it was”, Tony replied after a moment’s thought. He shrugged. “Com’on, let’s go check it out....Maybe we’re supposed to go this-a-way.”

They both mounted their bikes and rode through the open gate, into unknown territory.
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Christy Martin went to the School Office over the Lunch Break, finding Bethany Jones working behind the Secretary’s desk, her normal place.  She leaned over the counter.  “Is Ms. Phillips in ?  I have to ask her something about the Art Class program.”

“She’s not here”, Bethany said sourly without looking up.  “She went out for Lunch.”

“Oh !”, Christy exclaimed.  “I’d just wanted to ask her.....Oh, never mind.  I’ll try to catch her later.”

Bethany looked up.  Christy seemed slightly agitated.  “What’s the problem ?”, she asked.

“Oh...It’s nothing, really....It’s just....Just....”  Christy’s face crumpled somewhat, like she was just about ready to cry.

Bethany got up and came to the counter.  “What’s wrong ?  Maybe I can help.”

A tear spilled out of Christy’s eye.  “Those BOYS.....”, she spat out, “They said I had to take more clothes off.....For their paintings, you know.....Said, that what Ms. Phillips does....”

Bethany came around the counter and took a full look at Christy.  She saw that Christy was wearing a short-sleeved blouse, a short skirt that was not quite a mini-skirt, and tan high heels.  She had a styled salon hairdo.  She looked much older than 18, in fact she more resembled a woman in her mid-to-late 20s.  If she were to remove any more clothing for posing for their paintings, Christy would be down to little more that Bra and Panties.  Bethany could see what those ruffian boys were on about, and in fact knew the story of Christy’s disastrous relationship with Bif and the reasons behind it.  In a place like Bullworth, any scandalous thing like that always got around eventually.

“Who are these nasty boys wanting you to do this ?”, Bethany asked her, knowing the answer.

“Bullies, mostly”, Christy answered, and then with disdain, “And a few of the Preps.”

“Well, they have no right to tell you that”, Bethany scoffed.  “Really, I can’t see Ms. Phillips doing what they claim.”  That Tight-Ass Cunt, she added in her mind.

“But....She does....They showed me paintings”, Christy nearly wailed, “She had them in her Art Desk, and they got them out and showed me !  What am I going to do ?  I’ve got them next period !”

“In her Art Desk, eh ?”, Bethany said under her breath.  A plan was forming in her ditzy mind.  To Christy, she said, “Just relax, Dearie...I’ll arrange for some Prefect protection for your class today.  You won’t mind having some company in class, will you ?”

“Oh, no, not at all !”, Christy said, relieved.  “Could you get Edward ?”

“I think that can be arranged”, Bethany said as she went back around the counter to her desk. Picking up the Intercom, she paged, “Edward Seymour, report to the Office Immediately, please !  Edward Seymour, report to the office !”

Edward arrived within a few minutes.  When Bethany told him to go with Christy and sit in on Art Class, he wasn’t too pleased.  It was bad enough that the new Administration had severely cut back on their enforcement powers that they had previously enjoyed under Dr. Crabblesnitch’s rule of the school, and only now to be sent on what seemed to be a babysitting mission was practically intolerable.  But once Bethany explained that a few lustful boys would have to be kept under control by any means necessary, Edward’s mood brightened.  It had been awhile since he had been able to give anyone a sound thrashing.  He turned to Christy and gave her a rare smile.  He recalled how she had beat up that man-whore Bif with her book.  People like him reflected poorly on his native Preps. 

As Christy left with Edward in tow, Bethany sat at her desk in thought.  It looked like she would need to stay overtime after school today.  There was a certain Art Desk she had to take a look into after hours.
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As Tony and Nick biked through the gate, they could see that the XX-7 building with it’s Control Room was actually hooked into a much larger building behind it that stretched off towards the South-West, where it abutted against a still larger building.  In effect, the boys rode around the backside of the Red Star Industries building in sort of an alleyway, circling around to where they were near the front of it.  Just next to the Red Star building was the larger and longer building.  There was a Parking Lot in the front of it, in which an old decrepit Delivery Van sat, it’s windows broken out, as the Lot’s sole vehicular occupant. 

Tony and Nick hopped off their bikes and examined the Red Star building.  The building was of red brick, with factory-sized dirty windows that reached three stories high.  There was one entrance set in the middle front of the structure, comprising of two steel doors, each with a tiny vertical window.  Tony went and looked in, then Nick did the same, but it was shrouded in darkness within.  They tried the doors, but they were locked tight, and Nick commented that they seemed far more secure than the lock on the Control Room door had been. 

The building to the right of Red Star was an older-looking structure nearly five stories high, and was much wider.  There was no identifying markings on it as to what it was, and no windows on the ground floor.  There were three widely-spaced entrance points, two single steel doors, one to the far left and one in the center, and what looked like a loading bay to the far right, where two heavy steel swing-in doors were, apparently bolted from the inside.  Right in front of that was a wide ramp that led down to the street.

As they biked down the ramp, they could see it was the same street they had been on originally, the wreckage from the destroyed Wonder Meats storage building scattered across the road, blocking it.  Tony wondered why the wreckage hadn’t been removed, but thought it probably wasn’t much of a priority, given the lack of activity around the area. 

They headed the other way, and further on the street widened and branched out, a road running to the West and another going to the South-East.  They first biked up the latter.  There was a smaller windowless warehouse-looking building off to the right with two very large loading doors in the front.  Tony noticed two rail cars nestled up on the side of it on a rail spur line.  Looking behind him, he could see the spur line ran North towards Blue Skies.  It occurred to Tony that it must be the same spur line that ran the length of Blue Skies, neatly dividing it in half.  At the moment, other rail cars sat on the line there, otherwise they could have just biked here on the rail spur line itself.

Further on up the road was a massive dirty building that looked to have been cream-colored brick once upon a long time ago.  It was at least seven stories high, Tony estimated.  The only windowed areas were above the two large front doors sent in the center.  Much of the glass panes in the windows was broken out, and in general the structure looked like it hadn’t been used in many years.  Neither building had any identifying marks on them.  To the left side of the road was a high brick wall, topped with razor barbed wire.

Since a large gate across the road blocked them from going further, they turned around and checked out the other branch road.  Tony saw that the rail spur line connected to a railway turntable in a large open area up ahead.  They biked ahead a discovered a second rail spur line that also went North towards Blue Skies, although neither knew where.  It too was clogged with rail cars.  The spur line was flanked on both sides with close-set outbuildings.  They dismounted and peered down the line, trying to see where it went.  Tony thought he caught a glimpse of the Save Warehouse in the distance. 

Further on past the turntable was the massive form of the Roundhouse, where the rail cars were raised and lowered form the main overpass line above.  There was some activity there, the boys saw, a few workers in the process of moving out another rail car towards the turntable.  The boys skittered around towards the South-East, going past the back of the Warehouse and the large dirty building they had just seen a few minutes before, and came across another road...Rather the same road that they had been on that was blocked by the gate across it.  At this point, the road turned toward the North-East and continued on a ways.  Both rode down this unexplored section.  To their right, directly South, was the Gloop Oil Plant.  Neither boy could see an entryway, a giant steel wall extended up several yards high, topped with the usual barbed wire.  At the top of the massive four-story structure were three huge smoke stacks, spitting out belches of gas fires.  The smoke stacks were the tallest things in Blue Skies, and probably in the whole of Vale Valley.

To their left as another large building, which was less than three stories high but covered a lot of space.  A ramp led to an encircling walkway around the building.  Down the road, they could see another gate blocking the road.  They pedaled down towards it and saw a gate door set into it.  looking further, they saw another gate across the road with a gate door set into it also.  Behind that, the round hulking edifice of the Chem Plant rose into the sky, looking like an evil Monolith.

“So where are these tunnels at ?”, Nick asked.  “Looks like we been about everywhere.”

“I don’t know”, Tony replied, a note of frustration creeping into his voice.  “Obviously, they’re probably underground.”   

“Yeah...But where ?”, Nick said.  “How do we access them ?”

“That’s the million-dollar question, right there”, Tony said, his mind mulling over the problem.  “It seems to me.....If they are here....There would have to exist a record of them, somewhere....”

“City Hall, maybe ?”, Nick suggested.  “We could try there.”

“Maybe”, Tony said, but in his mind, he doubted it.  If such tunnels were here, they would have almost surely pre-dated the construction of many of these old Industrial Buildings....And that meant going back as much as a hundred years.

“Seems like....We need another clue”, Nick speculated.

“Yeah....And fast, too”, Tony said morosely.  “Time is running out.”
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The locks jiggled and the door opened.  Behind the blindfold, Karen could only hear the sound of heavy breathing as whoever it was entered the room.  A whiff of Liquor followed, and as soon as her nose registered that, she knew this was not to be a friendly visit.  Karen mentally prepared herself to be assaulted again. 

Karen heard the dropping of something heavy on a table, then the unmistakable sounds of clothing being removed.  There was a cough and a burp, then the scent of sweat and alcohol became stronger as the person came closer to the now-dirty mattress she lay prisoner on.

“Time for some fun, little girl”, a guttural voice said.  “MY fun, that is, He, He !!”

The words were slurred somewhat, but Karen had come to know this voice well.  She thought it was probably Gurney.  She was in for a rough one this time, he always assaulted her with what seemed to be a sadistic pleasure.  Karen thought that was because, if this was indeed Gurney, he had a particular reason for doing what he was doing to her....He had been the one that Tony was beating the shit out of on the Football Field that night just before they broke and ran. 

Karen no longer wondered why the Townies had kidnapped them and had been doing this to her and Melody.  It was pure revenge in it’s lowest form.  It was chiefly Tony and Nick who had been responsible for their defeat and subsequent arrest and jailing.  It was because of Tony and Nick that they were on their way to Prison, before fate intervened and led to their untimely escape. They could have let it go then.  But they couldn’t.  People like that never could, ever. 

“Make yourself ready, yuh little Bitch, I gots a Big-un tonight”, Gurney’s voice continued.  Karen dutifully spread her legs open.  There was no sense fighting the inevitable. 

“Yah know what”, Gurney said drunkenly, “Thinks I wants it Doggie-style.  Get on yer hands and knees.”  Karen struggled against her chains to turn around.  She had to lay on her face, as her hands were shackled to her sides still.  Gurney seemed not to notice.  He laid his hands on her ass cheeks and roughly pulled them apart.

“OW !”, Karen squealed.  “What are you doing ?!”  She squirmed to no avail as Gurney firmly held her in place.

“Think I’ll try it the other way”, he said sadistically.  “Bust me some Cherry Ass.”

At those words, Karen clenched her ass tight, but it was no use.  Gurney rammed her hard and Karen felt her insides painfully filled.  “AARRRRRRUUUUUGGGGGHHHH !!!!!!”, she screamed in pain and terror.  “GET OFF, GET OFF, GET OFF !!!!!”

A sudden blow to the head stunned her.  “Shut yer pie-hole Cunt, or I be fillin’ that next”, Gurney threatened, slamming her again harder.  Karen bit down on her lip hard, drawing blood.

As Gurney continued his anal assault, only one clear thought ran in Karen’s mind through her pain.  She had to get out of here somehow.  She had to find Melody and escape.  There wasn’t any more time to wait for a rescue.
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“Staying late, Dearie ?”, the voice dripping with sarcasm inquired.  “You should make better use of your time instead of diddling yourself.”

Bethany Jones didn’t look up at Ms. Phillips.  Instead, she muttered, “Gotta finish these Attendance Reports.”

Ms. Phillips leaned over her desk.  “Keep you infantile mind off my Lionel, and you’ll probably get your work done faster.”

Bethany seethed.  She wanted to punch her, hard.  Ms. Phillips was so close.  But she did nothing, said nothing.

Ms. Phillips pushed away from Bethany’s desk.  “See that you stay out of the Inner Office.  It’s locked, so that should let even the most mentally challenged person know they shouldn’t be in there.”

Bethany stayed silent, eyes on the papers before her.  Ms. Phillips gave her a look of disgust, then left the Office.  Bethany snatched up the heavy stapler on her desk and cocked her arm back to throw it into the back of Ms. Phillips retreating head.  But common sense took over in her insipid mind.  There was a better way, it cautioned.  And that way lay in the drawer of the Art Desk.

Bethany waited for a while to make sure Ms. Phillips had left the school.  Then, she left the Office and went down the hall to the Art Room.  She passed a few students along the way that were milling about, but they paid her no attention.  Unlike Ms. Phillips, Christy did not have the sense to lock the door to the Art Room.  Bethany slipped inside, unseen.

The Art Room was a rather large room that occupied the South-East corner of the second floor.  There were Art Tables in rows for the students to draw on.  Easels of all shapes and sizes were scattered about the room.  The walls were lined with large cabinets and shelves containing Art materials on two sides,  a photography area was off in a corner.  A bank of windows with draperies adorned the North side of the room.  The last side of the room contained the blackboard, Ms. Phillips’ desk in the front of it, and next to that, a Green-ish old style Victorian couch encased in dark wood grain set off by itself.  Nearby was another huge desk with a drawing pad on the top and drawers in the bottom.  Bethany thought that must be the ‘Art Desk’ that Christy referred to, as it was different-looking than anything else in the room.
 


Bethany went to the Art Desk and opened the top drawer.  There were various projects in there, mostly small clay sculptures.  Some, a few, showed a bit of real talent.  She pulled open the next drawer and found various drawings, mostly watercolor, chalk, and pen/pencil drawings.  Again, there was some that were talented.  Most were of objects and landscapes.  Bethany pulled open the bottom drawer and found what she was looking for....Drawings and Paintings of Ms. Phillips.

Bethany rifled through them.  Most showed Ms. Phillips in various poses on the Victorian couch nearby.  In most all, she was fully dressed in her usual Teacher’s Outfit, a tan blouse, dark green sweater, a darker green plaid skirt, and calf-length high heel boots.  But a few showed her with less clothing, down to bra, panties, and boots, and five of them showed her nude with nothing on except her boots.  The paintings were nearly life-like.  Bethany set these aside as an evil grin came to her face. 

She glanced around.  In the room was also a scanner, and a copy machine.  She was sure she could find plenty of poster paper, hadn’t that Mandy Bitch used some to make posters for those missing girls ?  A plan of revenge and conquest was shaping up in her mind.  All she would need after tonight was some duct tape and a bottle of Mr. Galloway’s favorite Liquor to make it happen.  She rose up and got to work.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Arriving back at the Boy’s Dorm, Nick and Tony ran into Ray sitting on the steps.  Greeting them, he asked, “Where you guys been ?  Ain’t seen you all day.”

They told him they had been searching around the Industrial Areas of Blue Skies.  “But, we didn’t find anything real important”, Tony said.  “Ray, you been here a long time, you wouldn’t know anything about underground tunnels over there, would’ja ?”

“No...I never go over there, sorry”, Ray said.  “But, Constantinos might know.”

“Yeah”, Nick laughed, “If we could only find him.”

“Oh, he’s in his room !”, Ray said.  “Ivan told me !  Says he’s been sleepin’ !”

“That so ?”, Tony asked.  Ray nodded emphatically.  Tony looked at Nick.  “Let’s go wake his ass up, what do you say ?”

“Sounds like a plan”, Nick agreed.  The boys raced up the steps and headed toward Constantinos’ room, pushing open the door.

Constantinos was sitting up, stuffing some books into a backpack when Tony and Nick burst into the room.  He looked up quickly in guilty surprise.

“Hey, where you been, Ears ?", Tony asked him.

“Yeah, we're kinda high and dry here", Nick added.

“He has a little Girlfriend", Ivan smirked from across the room, “But it's not a FRENCH girlfriend."

Tony shot a glance at Ivan.  “Why aren’t you sleeping ?”  Ivan was notorious for sleeping after school let out for the day.

“Hey, I had a nap, I’m good !”, Ivan insisted.

“Then take a powder”, Nick told him.  “We got Business.”

“Ok, Ok, I can take a hint”, Ivan said, and shuffled from the room.

“So what gives ?”, Tony addressed Constantinos.  “Why the disappearing act ?”

“I’ve just....Umm...Been busy, is all”, Constantinos mumbled.  “It’s no big deal.”

“No big deal ?”, Tony said, and peered closely at him.  Constantinos looked like hell.  “Hey...You really got a girlfriend ?”

Constantinos’ face reddened.  “Well....We’re just keeping that on the down low....”

“Whatever”, Tony rolled his eyes.  Constantinos having a girlfriend was just about as believable as a shark strolling along a beach.  “Listen, we got a problem here.”

Constantinos groaned inwardly.  When didn’t these guys have problems ?  “What is it ?”, he asked dully.

“We been poking around the Industrial Area all afternoon, tryin’ to find some underground tunnels.  You know of any over there ?”

Constantinos squinted his eyes in concentration.  Finally, he said, “Yeah....Think so.  I never been in any, but.....I heard they was under the whole complex there.”

“Now we’re gettin’ somewhere”, Nick cut in.  “How do we find them ?”

Constantinos looked at Nick.  “I think....Not for sure....I’ve heard they go to all the buildings over there.  All the Plants, that is, maybe more.  I heard some workers talking about them once, a long time ago....Guess that how some of them get around....Move stuff from place to place.”

Tony and Nick looked at each other.  “Thinkin’ what I am ?”, Nick asked.

“Those....Rail Cars.....Up against that building.....”, Tony said.  “A Loading Dock....”

“All those empty buildings.....That’s where they are.....They’re in one of them”, Nick went on, “They gotta be.”  He looked up.  “We gotta go back....Find it.”

“We should get some sleep first”, Tony said.  “Go in tonight.  Get some stealth Ninja clothes.”

“Mmm....Yeah”, Nick agreed.  “Guess we should go in fresh....And armed to the teeth.”

Tony looked at Constantinos.  “You in on this ?”

Constantinos rose from his bed and slung his backpack over his shoulder.  “Umm...No”, he answered.  “I gotta....Take some books back to the Library....And after....I got somethin’ Important to do.”  He moved mechanically towards the door.

“But....Constantinos....This is about finding Karen and Melody !”, Tony burst out.  “Don’t you wanna help ?”

“Can’t”, Constantinos said, going out the door.  “Got somethin’ Important to do”, he repeated morosely.  Tony's face had a shocked look as Constantinos’ footsteps went off down the hall.

“What the Hell...?”, Tony shook his head back and forth as if someone slapped him.

“Let him go”, Nick said disgustedly.  “We don’t need him.”

“I....Guess not”, Tony said slowly.  “Unbelievable.”
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[BloodChuckZ]

Coach Sanders had found his Mark.  As he gazed through the Spyhole into the Boy’s Locker Room, he could see him now, showering alone.  His name was Kirby Olsen.

It had taken awhile to discover that Kirby didn’t shower with the other Jocks.  Normally, at the conclusion of the Coach’s infamous workouts, the Jocks headed en-mass to the showers to wash off all the day’s sweat and grime which clung to their skin.  The hotter the weather, the sooner they swarmed the showers. 

But not Kirby.  Coach Sanders came to realize this when he would return to his under-bleachers Office after workouts.  At first, it didn’t register with him as to why Kirby would just be sitting in the Gym bleachers or on the steps leading to the underground Locker Rooms.  But then it hit him...There was a reason the boy wasn’t going into the showers with the others.

Coach Sanders began to watch Kirby closer during workouts.  He gradually came to see how Kirby was ostracized from the other players.  The only one he appeared to have any interaction with at all was Dan Wilson, and that was on a limited basis.  The other players seemed to snub him, sometimes deliberately.  He didn’t hang with any of the groups during breathers, and was usually always on his own.  Kirby was one of the team’s wide receivers, and sometimes Quarterback Ted Thompson would throw the ball at him hard enough to knock him down.  Not unusual, but Kirby was the smallest kid on the team.  Coach Sanders wondered just why he was even on the Football Team, Kirby seemed to lack drive and ambition.  The Coach decided to try and find out.

Coach Sanders left his lodgings under the North Bleachers as Kirby was finishing his solitary shower, and went to wait for him at the top of the stairs.  Soon, Kirby emerged from the Locker Room and made his way up the steps, surprised to see the Coach waiting on him.

“Olsen !”, Coach Sanders said gruffly, “I want to see you in my Office, now !” 

“Umm....Sure, Coach”, Kirby said uncertainly.  Was he in trouble ?

Without another word, the Coach strode to the South Bleachers and lifted the section that led to his Office.  He ushered Kirby inside and then closed the section, going around to his desk and sitting down.  He peered at the student standing before him.

“What’s wrong with you Olsen ?” the Coach said bluntly.

“Why....Nothing, Sir !”, Kirby said nervously.  “What do you mean ?”

“You lack Fire, kid.  You have no motivation.  Where’s your passion for the game ?”, Coach Sanders asked.

“But...I have plenty of motivation...Sir”, Kirby responded.  “I’m the youngest player ever to get a letter in Bullworth history !”

The Coach leaned back.  “Couldn’t tell it by me.  Your performance out there is lackluster.  You run too slow.  You drop passes.  You fumble the ball !”

“That’s not my fault”, Kirby said.  “It’s just that....That....”

“That WHAT, boy ?”, Coach Sanders said.  “Don’t you get on well with your teammates ?”

Kirby hung his head.  “I....I really can’t say, Sir.  I feel like....They don't respect me as a Football player, or as an individual.”

The Coach leaned back, a speculative gleam in his eye.  The silence in the Office spun out for a moment.  Then, he suddenly said, “Tell me, Olsen....Do you like girls ?  How about that Mandy Wiles ?  She’s cute, ain’t she ?”

“Umm....”, Kirby Hesitated.  “I guess so....She has pretty feet...”

So there it was.  Coach Sanders felt this was confirmation of what he had been thinking.  This boy was ‘Gay’, and the others on the Team probably knew it.  The Coach felt a surge of elation.  Usually, he would have to wait for months or even longer to find a suitable candidate.  But here this shrimp kid was, all primed and ready for him to take advantage of.

“Olsen”, the Coach announced, “I’ve decided that you need some special work, for the good of the Team.  And”, he continued, “I think you can benefit from some one-on-one personal instruction, which I’m willing to do for you, since I have no assistants yet.”

“But....The others”, Kirby started to protest, “I don’t want them knowing that....I have a hard enough time already.  If they think I’m getting special help....”

Coach Sanders held up his hand.  “Not to worry.  I’ll find someplace secluded to run our practice schedules, off-campus.  All you need is some work, that’s all.  I can help bring you off...Er, up to your full potential.  Make it so you can get some respect for your abilities.  How about it ?”

“Well, umm....I guess that would be fine, Coach”, Kirby said.  “That’s all I really want, some respect.”

“Boy, you look like you could use a friend”, Coach Sanders said, going in for the kill.  “I can be that friend.  I can get you glory.”

Kirby smiled weakly.  He did need a friend.  And this Coach wasn’t anywhere as near as nasty as Coach Burton was.  “That’ll be great, Coach.  Just let me know when ?”

“Sure thing, boy”, Coach Sanders said, rising from his chair.  He escorted Kirby from the Office with a fatherly hand on his shoulder.  “Just keep the between ourselves, got it ?”

“Got it”, Kirby said, and left.  Coach Sanders pulled down the bleacher section and gleefully returned to his desk and sat down.  He rubbed his hands together in anticipation.  The grooming had begun.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Pinky looked out her window at the Boar Inn.  It was kind of lonely these days and nights.  She took the bus and went to class, ate her lunch alone (which she brought with her from the French Restaurant nearby, none of Edna’s crap food for her), went to class again, then took the bus back to Vale Valley Boulevard, went to Shinjo’s for dinner, then came back to the Boar Inn to spend her night alone.  How boring was that ?  Pinky had a ready answer to that question....Plenty.

Since she had walked out on Tad, she’d had lots of time to dwell on her turbulent relationship with boys.  There had been Derby for years, from the time they were both small, and their arranged ‘betrothal’ by their families.  Derby was then, even as a child, extremely arrogant.  He took his pairing with Pinky as his god-given right, and treated her accordingly, making sure that she knew just who was in charge in their relationship....Him.  When Pinky was but 13, Derby initiated sex with her (he was but a few months older), and that first time was clumsy and short.  But it got better, over time, or so it seemed to her.  She had no other sexual pardners to compare Derby with, so it just seemed natural to her the way it was.

Then, a couple years ago, there was Tad.  He was the only other Prep who dared make a move on her.  They met in secret, always under fear of discovery, which made it exciting.  They grew to be an obsession for each other, each for their own reasons.  Tad had been in a running rivalry with Derby for as long as she could remember.  He always felt he should be the leader, and what better way than to diddle the leader’s girl on the sly ?  And although the passion grew for Tad, it didn’t for Pinky....It was just an affair for her, one that she could fall back on if needed.

There were others, also.  That boy Jimmy was next.  He attracted her with his brash style, he excited something in her, something savage.  Jimmy was a little dynamo, even though he wasn’t much to look at....He stood a head shorter than she did, and was downright pudgy, but he was able to do things to her no one else ever had.  She had gotten her first orgasm with Jimmy, and it exploded through her with the force of an Atom Bomb.  Alas, it was not meant to last...Jimmy was smitten with that Townie trash girl, Zoe, and that spelled the end of that.

Next was Tony.  Pinky stalked him, sometimes in Derby’s presence.  He was like her prey, always unwilling to be captured, until Pinky had seduced him last winter.  Tony was the first to give her multiple orgasms.  He was the most truly sensual lover Pinky had ever had.  But he was taken with that plain-looking little bitch Karen, and would never truly give his heart to her unless Karen was out of the picture for good.       

And then there was Kurt.  At the first, the deranged ruffian who had so outrageously kidnapped her and the sped her across the Valley all trussed up inside a Potato Sack.  From the first, he had made known his hatred for Preps and all those like them.  But Pinky became drawn to him over the course of her captivity.  His mystery and what he revealed to her of his background intrigued her, so much so that a new feeling arose in her....Compassion.  That last day, when they locked eyes as he was passing back her shoe, was electric.  She had never felt such a surge like that, with anybody.  As she had broken up with Derby that final time, she moved in with Kurt and his band not long after.  Kurt was a highly troubled and emotionally messed-up boy, but he never mistreated or scorned her the way Derby had.  And he also gave her orgasms, lots of them.  She felt he was the only one who had ever truly loved her. 

But now Kurt was gone, that confused and disturbed mind forever shut down, rotting out the rest of his life away in a New York Asylum, never to return to her, to anybody.  She was left back where she started, practically, with Derby breaking her jaw and Tad professing his love for her.  It had been enough for awhile, until Tad was drawn away by a richer, prettier, sexier one.  It had been all a lie, just lies in the end.  Was this how it was to always be ?

She could seduce Tony again, she knew, and probably would.  But that was the only way she would ever have him....She would never have his heart.  She wondered if there would ever again be anyone to seduce HER...To make her feel special, to feel wanted, to feel needed.  Someone who’s dream of the perfect girl was one snooty and not-so-rich Prep girl.

She sighed as she looked down the street from her second-floor window.  Something caught her eye in the approaching darkness.  Down on the sidewalk she spotted someone from school, approaching the Boar Inn from the direction of the Chef’s Restaurant.  Who was it ?  She squinted her eyes to see, finally recognizing who it was.  That black-haired French Jock kid who hung around with Tony....What was his name ?  One of those new girls was with him, a sort of mousey-looking thing.  She watched as they got closer, and stopped virtually underneath her window.  There was some conversation going on, she saw, and a little arm-waving.  They then disappeared from sight as they entered the Small Hotel.  Pinky could dimly hear the quaint bell ringing downstairs.

There was only one reason for a couple to be coming to the Boar Inn for the night.  A sudden plan flared in her simple mind.  She hopped up and went to the door of her room.
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[BloodChuckZ]

“Ummm....I’d like to return these”, Constantinos said, sliding the three books over the counter.

Mrs. Carvin looked up from her computer screen, casting a withering look at Constantinos before scooping up the three books.  She didn’t really like Constantinos much, but tolerated him because he did check out, and presumably read, books.  She flipped open the covers to check to see that they weren’t overdue, and then examined the titles.

“Did you enjoy reading these ?”, she asked acidly, noting the Romance Book’ titles.

“Umm....Yes, Ma’am, I did”, Constantinos said, his face reddening.  He was only turning these particular books back in because he didn’t want to get fined for them, as these were the first ones he had gotten for Tiffany, and only these three had he checked out.   

Mrs. Carvin looked suspiciously at Constantinos over the top of her Library glasses.  “There’s several of these types of books missing from the Library.  You wouldn’t happen to know anything about THAT, would you ?”

“Err....No, Ma’am, I don’t”, Constantinos answered, knowing that they were all missing.  He sensed a trap, so he added, “Are there still some others left I can check out ?”

“No, there’s not”, Mrs. Carvin said in a huff.  “Some Miscreant has Stolen them !”

“Umm....That’s too bad”, Constantinos mummered, “Guess I’ll have to find something else, then.”

“You do that, young man”, Mrs. Carvin said severely, “Something perhaps more fitting.”

“Yes, Ma’am”, Constantinos said, and quickly wandered off before the old bat could find anything else to say.  He disliked dealing with adults far more than dealing with kids, most of whom he didn’t care for at all, really.  He was good at covertly listening and sneaking around, not making conversation.  He had formed very few friendships in all his time at Bullworth, and had always just done what he had to in order to survive. 

But the fever that now overtook him would spell his doom if he wasn’t careful.  He scoped out the Library as he climbed the stairs to the second floor.  There were a few other students in here, a few Nerds, a couple of Preps, a few non-cliques.  That was good, he had cover.  He would grab a book to read until near closing time, when everyone would be leaving, then hide behind the couch upstairs until midnight.  Just like before.  Then, a new load of books to to satisfy Tiffany’s unending desires, and by extension, his as well.

But Mrs. Carvin’s suspicions were not so easily laid to rest.  Her eyes tracked Constantinos like a hawk.
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[BloodChuckZ]

“We about ready ?”, Nick asked as Tony returned to the Dorm. 

“Yeah...Here, got our Outfits”, Tony replied, handing over Black Ninja clothing to Nick.  “We can change over at the Save Warehouse.  Some extra ammo for the Spud Guns, too.”

“Good”, Nick said.  “We got anybody coming with us ?  Laurent, maybe ?”

“He’s occupied tonight...Out with Nina somewhere, they told me”, Tony said, referring to the Jocks.  “No trace of Constantinos....Nerds said he was seen at the Library earlier, nothing since.”

“Rumor is he’s got a girlfriend”, Nick told him.

“Constantinos ?”, Tony laughed.  “Impossible !  Where’d you hear that ?”

“From his dorky roommate”, Nick answered, “But I guess the rumor’s all over school.  Seems he was given a ‘crotch job’ on the side of the Girl’s Dorm a week ago or so.”

“You’re kidding !”, Tony said.  “Who’s the girl ?”

“One of them new ones, I guess”, Nick said.  “Maybe one of them Reform Girls.  I ain’t going anywhere around the Girl’s Dorm to ask, though.”

Tony couldn’t blame him for that.  Still, it was strange to think Constantinos might have a girlfriend, although that would explain why he was absent a lot more than usual lately.  But, there was really no time to dwell on that now, they had a job to do.  “So, it’s just us for this mission tonight.  We’ll take the short route over to Blue Skies, and stash our bikes at the Save Warehouse.  We can hike it from there.”

“Sounds like a plan”, Nick said.  They both grabbed their backpacks and headed out, going to the Bike Garage that was attached to the North side of the Autoshop.  Tony was letting Nick share his spot in the Bike Garage, as it was more than big enough.  Tony wheeled out his red Flame Job BMX, while Nick followed behind with his blue Nuke Job BMX.  Nick hadn't yet finished the modifications to his bike, so Tony had to hold back from out-pedaling him. 

They crossed campus at just about curfew time, shortly before 11 PM, soared off the steps to the Football Field, and stopped briefly to access the Observatory grounds.  Then it was off to the short tunnel and on to the wooden walkway to Blue Skies that led to the path that went under the smaller underpass beneath the rail line.  Tony noticed something then he had never paid attention to before, but this time he was looking for it....A line of Boxcars sitting in the huge loading area directly across the street from where they emerged from the underpass.

They biked over and checked the complex out.  It was much larger than Tony thought it would be, with catwalks and large overhead cranes for loading and unloading.  Some Semi-Trailers sat around, in various stages of loading, and Tony saw that the Boxcars were sitting on the Spur Line he had noticed earlier, splitting the complex down the middle.  The reason he had never really noticed the Spur Line before was that it terminated before it reached Meats Street, so there were no crossings for it.  Tony checked the end of the line, the Boxcars were still blocking the access to the Rail Yard, or a may have been different Boxcars....Whatever the case, they would have to go the long way around.

They went to the Save Warehouse.  Tony really didn’t know much about the Save Warehouse, as to who owned it or what was stockpiled there.  Jimmy had left him a key to this place, among others, when he left.  All he knew was that Jimmy had won access to this place from the Townies after beating Edgar Munsen, who was then their leader.  Just why the Townies had access to this place, Tony didn’t know. 

They hadn’t been here lately though, Tony knew....The inside looked just as it had the last time he had been in here, at the hight of the Town Bombings and the greenish Poison Gas.  Tony hadn’t really wondered about the layout of the inside then, as he was too exhausted from his experiences, but he took time to look now. 

He noticed that, while he could enter the Save Warehouse from the south, the only real area that was accessible to them was the South-East quarter of the building. This area acted like a distribution station, and had various things here....Some wood and metal shelves, empty wooden wire reels used as tables, some chairs, a round card table, small portable TV, and old stand-up gaming console, a double sink, even a couch and a bed.  Chiefly, there was a sort of Station, a big desk with a large order book on it, and also a portable radio.  The rest of the Warehouse was restricted by mesh wire gratings running along the interior West and North sides.  A metal mesh gate was set into each of these, and to these Tony didn’t have a key.  Beyond, in the other parts of the Warehouse, crates and wood boxes, large and small, could be seen.  There was even a Uniform Wardrobe here, which Tony did remember, and was his reason for changing into the Black Ninja Stealth Outfits here.

This is what they did then, and after securing their bikes inside and loading on their backpacks once more, they set out into the deeper part of the Industrial Complex, following the same route as they had before.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Pinky cracked open her room door and listened.  She could hear voices down below.  She waited an interminable amount of time before footfalls began ascending the stairs.  Her room was at the front, so she had a birds-eye view of the entire length of the upstairs hallway. 

Finally, two people came into view at the top of the stairs, which was down the hall just a ways.  The boy she recognized as Laurent, that was his name, she remembered.  The girl she didn’t know, but she vaguely remembered seeing her around.  They turned and came her way, and she squeezed the door closed to just a slit. 

They kept coming her way, then stopped at the room next to hers.  The boy began fumbling with the key to the door, dropping it and laughing.  He appeared to be slightly drunk.  The girl was hanging on to his arm and giggling.  She looked a little toasted as well.  It was readily apparent what they were here to do. 

Laurent finally was able to get the key in the lock and open the door.  The girl went in and Laurent sort-of stumbled in after her.  Pinky couldn’t see inside the room from her angle, but that wasn’t necessary.  She heard, rather than saw, the door close.  Laughter bubbled up from inside.  This gave Pinky an idea.

The walls in this old Hotel were thin.  She could listen.  Pinky quietly shut her door and went to the adjoining wall, pressing her ear to it.  She could hear some movement in the room on the other side.  Then, snatches of conversation, followed by apparent making out sounds punctuated by more giggling and laughter.  In a short amount of time, it became quieter, and Pinky began to hear unmistakable making out sounds, followed by grunting and panting. 

Then Pinky heard sounds she was well familiar with.  Her insides turned to Jello as the passion in the next room continued at a more frenzied pace.  It excited her so much to be listening like an intrepid voyeur that her crotch was soon burning like a five-alarm fire.  She reached down and began to rub herself in time to the happenings in the next room.  As the minutes went by, Pinky got hotter and more excited the closer and closer the pair in the next room built to their climax.  When that happened, as evidenced by the girl’s sharp cries, small explosions went off in Pinky’s groin as well. 

Pinky slumped against the wall and tried to quiet her own harsh breathing as not to be heard.  It would have hardly mattered, as there was plenty of huffing and puffing from the next room.  In a few minutes, some conversation emanated from the pair.  She heard Laurent say something about going to the bathroom, and the girl saying to please bring her back something to clean off with. 

Pinky tip-toed on weak and shaky legs to her door and she opened it a crack.  The Boar Inn had no bathrooms in every room, there was a communal bathroom on each of the two floors, down at the end of the hallways at the North end of the Hotel.  Pinky was just in time to watch the next room’s door open and see Laurent stumble down the hall towards the bathroom. 

Pinky stripped off her panties and dropped them to the floor.  As soon as Laurent had entered the bathroom and haphazardly pushed the door closed, she squeezed her way out or door and strode silently down the hall to the bathroom.  In the state he was in, Laurent hadn’t bothered to completely close, let alone lock the bathroom door.  Pinky stole in silently and pushed the door closed, her back to it. 

The bathroom was long and narrow.  Just to Pinky’s left was a bank of three sinks, a paper towel dispenser by her shoulder.  A small partition divided off the two urinals, which were next.  Three enclosed stalls completed the bathroom after that.  Laurent was at the second urinal, and had not even heard Pinky’s entrance.  Pinky moved to her right just a bit and caught sight of Laurent’s equipment.  Even at this range, it looked like a large snake.

Pinky had heard of these French Boys and how great of lovers they were supposed to be.  When Laurent finished his business and turned her way, she got to see full-on what kind of monster he possessed.  Looking down and drunkenly fumbling with his clothing, he didn’t see Pinky as he stumbled towards the sink.

“Hello, Big Boy”, Pinky tittered.  The bathroom walls amplified her voice and Laurent looked up in stunned surprise.  “Don’t put it away, I want to see it”, she said saucily.  Pinky reached behind her and locked the door, then approached Laurent. 

“Unnn...”, Laurent stammered.  “Why....Who....Ohh...I know of you....You are.....”

“That’s right, you Stud...I’m Pinky.”  She was very close to him now, and reaching down, she quickly wrapped her hands around his still-exposed member.  “I need you to do something for me....It’s real important.”  Pinky began squeezing and rubbing him, which in Laurent’s ineberated state he responded to rather quickly. 

“Qu'est-ce que vous voulez ?”, Laurent asked in total amazement, reverting to French.

Pinky didn’t understand what he said, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her.  “Get on the floor, right now !”, she breathed.  The dark-haired French boy was helpless to resist, as Pinky pulled down on his member and forced him down.  As soon as Laurent hit the floor, Pinky was on him in a flash, guiding his snake into her crotch and sinking down.  “Gaaahhhh !!”, Laurent cried as Pinky started slamming into him.

It had all happened so quickly that Laurent had no clue, but he automatically responded, thrusting upward in time to Pinky’s frenzied movements.  For her part, Pinky was already on the edge.  She leaned down and forced her tongue into Laurent’s mouth.  She had always wondered how the term ‘French Kiss’ had come to be, and she found it highly exciting to be doing that with an actual French boy.  It didn’t take but a minute or so for Pinky’s crotch to flood with orgasmic pleasure.  “Ohh, Damn !”, she moaned, gasping.

“Mon Dieu dans le ciel !” Laurent cried, as he exploded for the second time that evening.

Pinky hunched, taking all she could get before collapsing, her breath coming in harsh gasps.  Laurent finally lay still, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, still trying to understand just what had happened.  He then blinked in confusion.  “Ce que l'enfer...?”, he muttered.

Pinky spoke into his ear.  “I want....I want you to get your friend Tony....To come see me, tomorrow night”, she said.  She rose up off of Laurent and got to her feet.  “I have something...Important for him to do.”  Pinky looked down on Laurent, who was blinking his eyes, still trying to make sense of what had just happened.  “You understand me, don’t you Boy ?  Either I see Tony, right here in the Boar Inn tomorrow night, or I tell your little girlfriend what you just did.”

“Moi ?”, Laurent said in surprise, “What I did ?”

“Yes, what you just did !”, Pinky said.  “Took advantage of me !  But, I won’t say anything to your little mousy girlfriend if you do what I say.”

Laurent was beginning to understand.  “Ohh....Non, do not say this to Nina !”

“Tony shows up tomorrow night in my room, and you’re off the hook”, Pinky told him, reaching for the door.  “Otherwise....”, she shrugged.  “Bye now !”

Pinky pulled the bathroom door shut behind her and snuck back down the hall to her room unseen, suppressing laughter all the way.
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[BloodChuckZ]

The Midnight hour was approaching, and Constantinos slid from behind the couch where he was hiding.  He stood, flexing his arms and legs.  It was rather cramped behind there, to say the least, and it took several minutes to work out all the kinks from his hours of hiding.

Constantinos crept out and looked over the railing at the first floor.  The Library was closed, and he detected no activity below.  That was good.  Now he could began his night’s work of thievery.  He stole over to the section where the Anatomy Books were located and got to it, pulling them off the shelves and stuffing them into his backpack.  With luck, he could clean out the whole section tonight.  He daydreamed as he did so at just what insane and degrading sexual stuff Tiffany would have him do this time.  He could just imagine what ideas these Anatomy Books would give her.

The voice of reason that had been desperately trying to tell him that there was something terribly wrong with Tiffany, that she was a crazy bitch who deserved to be in a Looney Bin, had been stilled.  It no longer mattered.  He had put all his cards in on this, for good or ill.  He had even blown off his friends for her, they had what sounded like an important mission tonight.  He didn’t even care.  All of him was centered of Tiffany, and the depraved pleasure she brought to him.  He would have stolen Elephants for her, if that was what she wanted.  For too many years he had ridden the Pain Train, now it was his time to ride the Pleasure Train as far as it would take him.  And no one, friend or foe, was going to get it the way.

Finally, his backpack was full.  He could stuff in no more.  He surveyed what was left.  Another two trips ought to do it.  He’d even be able to get a few hours sleep before Tiffany appeared in the Attic come morning to work her crazed magic on his loins.  He was getting excited just thinking about it.

He slung his backpack on and crept out to look over the railing once more.  He carefully listened and peered into every area he could see.  It appeared that the coast was clear.  There was always a few lights left on in the Library, enough to see and navigate by.  He snuck downstairs, pausing to listen and look once more.  It seemed like free sailing.  He made for the front doors of the Library.

At the very front of the Library, there was a long foyer that ran the length of the building.  It resembled a very long rectangle, and was more in darkness than the rest of the Library.  Instead of trying to peer into the gloom on either side as he passed, Constantinos made for the doors just straight ahead, intent on who might be on the other side, outside.  He laid his hand on the doorknob.

“STOP RIGHT THERE, EVILDOER !”, the voice from the shadows ordered.

Constantinos Froze, then whirled to see the figure of Prefect Seth Kolbe coming at him.

“What Do You Think You‘re Doing Here ?”, Seth demanded.  Constantinos turned back and tried to escape, but it was too late.  Seth grabbed his arm from behind with one hand, the other hand ripped off Constantinos’ backpack.  When it hit the floor, it burst open.  The books came spilling out.

“What’s This ?....Are You THIEVING BOOKS ?”, Seth cried gleefully.  “Oh, You Are In BIG Trouble Now !”

Constantinos made a desperate attempt to escape Seth’s grasp, only to have Seth yank him to the floor. “You Should Not Have Done That !”, Seth exclaimed, and started to beat on Constantinos to subdue him.  “I’ve Been Wanting To Do This For A Long Time !”

Constantinos groaned under the pounding.  His Goose was cooked.
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