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The Waxers
By: Michael Alexander
Samantha Mayfield walked briskly across the mall, the sweet scent of freshlycut grass fragrantly filling the morning air. As she passed the administrationbuilding, the clock tower rang out, bells ringing steadily. Sam threaded herway through the crowds of moving students, mostly freshman like her, who hadbeen foolish enough to schedule themselves for eight o'clock classes.
"Sam! Hey Samantha! Wait up!" A voice called out to her and she turned,looking over her shoulder to see her friend Chelly hurrying over to her, crossingin front of the Eagle Statue. Chelly's long blonde hair shone in the morningsunlight like ripened grain. Sam smiled, waiting.
"Trying to make me late?" asked Sam with a chuckle as Chelly fell into stepbeside her, the two girls making their way past the Student Union.
"Sorry. I was reading the paper this morning. Did you hear?" Chelly askedas they moved away from the Free Speech Corner, avoiding a hippie-dressed manwho was preaching about love.
"Hear what?" Sam asked, her deep brown eyes looking inquisitively at Chelly.
"About the attack! You know." Chelly said, her voice intent and a littleexcited.
"Another one? Really?" Sam shook her head. "You'd think these stupid girlswould know not to go out at night!" She let out an explosive sigh. "So whatdid the paper say?"
Chelly shrugged. "Just that it was the fourth attack. The girl wasn't namedbut the buzz at Bruce is that it was some girl from over at Kerr. Her roommatecalled the police but she didn't want to file charges. That makes two out ofthe three that didn't file charges."
"That's weird. Why wouldn't they want to file charges? If it were me I'dbe screaming for the police." Sam said disgustedly as they pulled open theheavy glass doors of their building.
"I'm not so sure. Janice said that supposedly the two guys doing this aren'tactually raping the girls. Seems that all four girls got covered in baby oiland hot waxed."
"What?" Sam's eyes corkscrewed open in astonishment. "You're kidding me.They gave her a waxing?"
Chelly rolled her eyes. "No you dummy, not a waxing! They poured candlewax on her! Geeze, you and your tan lines!"
Sam glared at her friend as they made their way down the lecture hall totheir seats, sitting down and waiting for class to start.
Chelly was pulling out her book when she spoke again. "Janice said theytorture the girls," she paused for effect, "sexually."
"Is that all you think about?" said Samantha with a sarcastic smile.
"Like you don't?" demanded Chelly
"Well not like you do! All the time!" Samantha said with a smirk.
Chelly began to retort, but was cut off by the arresting cough of the professoras he stepped up to the podium to begin the day's lecture. Chelly pulled outa piece of paper, scribbling on it and sliding it over for Sam to read.
They're being called The Waxers.
It had been a long day and Samantha lay on her top bunk reading, her mindtrying to concentrate on the biology lesson. For a moment her eyes went blurryand she took off her glasses, rubbing at her brow and the bridge of her noseas she stretched.
"I can't take it anymore, Jamie. I'm going down to the student union andget my mail."
Jamie screwed up her face from the chair, looking up at the brunette onthe top bunk. "Are you crazy? You're going to walk over to post office at 10:00at night?"
Sam laughed. "Worried about The Waxers ?"
Jamie nodded. "Yes. And you should be too. Pretty nerd like you walkingthrough the campus all alone."
Sam shook her head. "Jamie, there are cops everywhere! No one is going tograb me."
"Please don't go?" Jamie asked.
Sam hopped down and slipped on her flip flops. "Sorry. I'm going nuts. I'vegot to get some fresh air." She smiled and patted Jamie's head. "Hey, I'llbe back in about twenty minutes okay?"
"What if you're not?" Jamie asked.
Sam paused, her fingers on the door knob. "Then call Chuck to come on overand spend the night with you." Sam opened the door and stepped out into thehall.
The hallway was completely deserted and Sam moved down the tiled hallwayquickly, choosing the stairs over the elevator. The slap of her flip flopssounded unnaturally loud in the stairwell echoing up into the heights. Finallyshe pushed the ground-floor door open, stepping out into the lobby.
She made her way past the lobby desk and the sleepy looking RA on duty andopened the heavy glass doors to the front of the building. She made sure herkeys had her ID pouch still attached and then turned right, setting off towardthe street.
The night was only sparsely illuminated by the lamp lights, giving a shadowy,almost surreal quality to the campus. The night was cool, the air fresh andclean, lacking the automobile tang morning would surely bring. Sam took a deepbreath, enjoying the scents. Her footsteps sounded loud as she crossed AvenueC, moving past Chelly's own dormitory, walking along the sidewalk next to themusic building.
It was a path she walked frequently, almost every morning in fact, and shewas attuned to it subconsciously. For a second she paused, sensing somethingwrong. For a quick moment she wondered if she was being stupid, wondered ifshe was asking to be attacked. Her mind imagined hands holding candles aboveher and she crossed her arms over her chest.
Suddenly a black shape rose in front of her, coming fast. Sam screamed…backingup suddenly, stumbling over her own feet and crashing down hard upon the cement.She looked up, her arms coming up to defend herself when the bicycle slowedto a squeaking stop.
"Are you all right miss?" asked the bike cop, dismounting and bending overto help Samantha up.
Sam let out a little gasp of relief, taking hold of the cop's hand, lettinghim pull her up. Her hands went to her bottom and brushed off the dust, checkingfor injuries.
"Did you hurt yourself?" The cop asked again, his voice strong and masculine.
Sam shook her head. "It's just a bump. I'll probably have a cute bruiseon my butt tomorrow to remind me of my stupidity." She looked up at the man,noticing his short trimmed blonde hair under the white and black helmet.
The officer laughed quietly, smiling. "Where are you heading this late?You know the Waxers attacked someone last night, right?"
Sam nodded. "I know. I'm not too worried about it."
The cop frowned. "Well you should be. Pretty young girls like you are theirprime target. Where are you headed? I could give you an escort."
Sam shook her head. I'm just going to the Student Union post office to checkmy mail. Then I'll go back to my dorm like a good little girl, okay?"
"You want an escort?"
Sam shook her head. "I can see the Union Building from here. Thanks though."
The officer looked like he wanted to object, when his radio squawked. Hespent a moment or two saying numbers into it and then Sam heard the dispatchersay "Kerr Hall."
"All right, well I've got to go do another escort. Anything happens to youthough, scream your head off, okay? We've got officers all over the campusright now, all right?"
Sam nodded obediently, smiling at the clean cut man standing in front ofher.
"Have a good night miss." He said before straddling his bike and ridingoff into the darkness.
"If you were one of the Waxers, officer, I'd want you to attack me rightnow." She said huskily, her breath slow and steady in the shadows. She shookher head, trying to clear it of the sudden image of her lying naked, coveredwith baby oil, as the police officer poured hot wax down upon her.
"Whoa girl! Calm down there!" Sam said out loud. Her fingers went down toher shorts and slipped past the elastic bands of both shorts and panties untilher finger found her slit. She couldn't help herself, slipping her finger injust up to the first knuckle. She gasped as a sensual wave crashed over herand she bit her lip to stifle the cry.
For a moment she was lost in the wave, her hand buried in her shorts likesome sort of perverted toy. As soon as the wave crashed she pulled her fingerfrom her body and clothing, wiping the clear gooey wetness on her shirt. Herbreathing came in hoarse little gasps and she shook her head to clear it.
"Come on, girl. Get a move on or Chuck will be spending the night in yourroom." Sam once more began moving down the sidewalk, slightly humming underher breath. The bronze eagle glistened in the moonlight as she entered thepost office, finding her box key. Her box was empty, as usual, and she frownedwith a sigh.
Her steps were more hurried now as she made her way back toward her dormitory.Once more she crossed her arms, but made herself think of the police officerand his cute smile. Lost in a dreamy reverie, Sam never noticed the dark shadowrising behind her, its hand clutching a dark rag. She gasped as a hand wasclamped over her mouth, a pungent odor filling her nose. She screamed but thesound was lost. Then the street lights went out.
Sam groaned, opening her eyes slowly. She blinked against the harsh lightshining down on her and it took her a moment to orient herself. There was astrong and unpleasant aftertaste in her mouth and she felt groggy and disconnected.She shook her head and moved to rub her temple when she realized that her wristwas bound above her head.
She arched her back, looking upward at the dark leather strap holding hersecure. Trying not to panic, she checked her other wrist. It too was boundand Sam concentrated on discovering her situation. In short order she realizedshe was naked, bound, and spread eagled on some soft surface.
"Well hello, Samantha. I see you are awake! Are you thirsty?" came a disembodiedvoice. Sam blinked against the bright light, trying to see who spoke.
Sam licked her lips. "Yes. Who are you? What are you doing to me?"
She felt a plastic straw placed against her mouth and she sucked the sweetwater down. It washed away the distasteful flavor and lubricated her throat.
"I'm sure you can figure that one out for yourself." The voice said.
Sam blinked again and watched as a man's head came into view. She couldsee his brilliant blue eyes and a sensual mouth, but the rest of his head wascovered with a ski mask. He smiled mischievously.
"Oh God! You're one of the Waxers!" Sam burst out.
The man chuckled. "A fitting name, don't you think? I was particularly pleasedwhen the Daily nicknamed us that. He reached behind him and brought a clearcolored bottle forward, holding it up for her to see.
"Time to get oiled, little Sam." He said, unscrewing the cap.
"How do you know my name?" Samantha demanded.
"Your ID card was on your keys." He said, putting the cap on the table behindhim.
"Let me go or I'll scream." Sam demanded.
The man smiled again. "Sam, if your screaming was a concern to me, don'tyou think you would be gagged? If screaming makes you feel better, than byall means go ahead. We're not going to rape you if that's what you're concernedabout."
"Then what are you going to do to me?" Sam asked, realizing how stupid thequestion sounded only after the words had left her mouth.
The man hesitated. "We're going to wax you." He tilted the bottle over andspilled the baby oil over her body, splashing it copiously. Sam gasped. Shehad expected it to be a little cold, but it had been heated warm and it feltlike a warm bath splashing over her skin.
"My roommate is going to call the cops if I'm not back soon." She said,her breath coming in little gasps.
"That's fine." The man said, obviously concentrating on the oil.
He stopped the pour and placed the bottle back down on the table. Sam sawthat his hands were long and delicate, the sleeves of his black shirt rolledup to the elbows. She tensed as he reached down, placing his hands on her belly.
"Relax now." He said gently.
"Where's your friend?" Sam said as his hands started to spread the oil overher abdomen.
"Oh, he'll be here in a little. Don't worry. You will get to play with himtoo." His fingers slid over her flesh, digging slightly into her belly button.She couldn't help not giggling.
"Ticklish there?" The man asked, running his fingers through her buttonanother time.
"Yes! STOP!" Sam shouted, her voice tinged with hysterical laughter.
The man smiled and continued his circling caress, moving downward into thetiny well until Sam was shaking and screaming, begging him to stop ticklingher.
The man finally stopped, moving his hands upward and smoothing the oil overthe creamy mounds of her breasts. His palms rubbed softly against her nipplesand Sam felt her areolae tighten, her nubs standing higher. Her skin glistenedas he moved into her cleavage and then onto her shoulders. His hands felt warmand they plied her skin with sensitivity, caressing her in gliding waves.
Even her arms were oiled, all the way up to her wrists. He massaged hermuscles and then fingers, lubricating her palms. She sighed, relaxing despiteher bound state. His tender fingers felt so good against her skin. She shookher head, reminding herself that she had been kidnapped and stripped, touched.
His fingers once more moved back down and she trembled as they found herloins, moving inward to her thighs. She moaned as he heavily massaged designsinto her hips and leg muscles, moving downward one leg at a time over her kneeand shin to her feet. Sam groaned in pleasure as he used his entire hand torub the bottoms of her feet, gently massaging each toe in turn. Finally therewas only one place he hadn't touched and she held her breath as his fingersslid up both legs, over the insides of her thighs, to the quiet dampness between.
His fingers felt strange on her skin as he went high, touching her mons.She raised her head, looking down the odd angle over her glistening body andsaw that her normal patch of hair was gone, replaced by a single well trimmed "v" shape.The man saw her studying herself and smiled.
"Yes, we trimmed and shaved you. Hope you don't mind. One, its much sexier.Two, it's a lot easier to clean the wax off you."
Sam's reply was breathy and strained. "So you don't rip hair out by theroots?"
The man merely laughed. "Women! How could you stand that? No, the wax weare going to pour on you is normal candle wax. We heat it in the microwaveand keep it warm in a crock pot. Trust me. You will feel no pain tonight." Hestopped for a moment and took a deep breath. "You are so beautiful like this.Your body shines."
Suddenly she felt his finger slip into the folds of her slit. She gasped,feeling the oily digit slide along her petals, mingling the oil with the juicesshe knew were there. His fingertips found her clit, stroking it gently withoil until she grimaced, biting her lip to keep back her cry of pleasure.
"I think you're ready. Be back in a moment."
Sam tried breathing deeply, even pulled on the restraints, but they heldtight. Her body felt incredibly alive, filled with sensations she had neverfelt before. It was as if every nerve had been sensitized, stroked and tormenteduntil it sent every last bit of sensory information to her pleasure starvedbrain.
"Well now. I think she is absolutely beautiful! Already oiled and tantalized." Anew voice said.
Sam turned her head, seeing another ski mask looming in the vague darknessbehind the light. The mouth seemed just as gentle as the first man's, but theeyes were very different, a deep chocolate that seemed depthless, soft, anddelighted.
"Feeling okay, Samantha?" the man asked.
"I think you should let me go." Sam breathed. "I won't tell anyone aboutthis."
The man chuckled. "Let you go? But we've barely started. Ah. John is comingback."
Sam turned and saw the first one returning, his hands full of colored jars. "You'rename is John?" She asked.
"No, Sam, it isn't. But you can call me John. This other gentleman is Clint." Johnsaid, smiling again as he put down his burden.
Both men stood to either side of the table, looking down on Sam's body.For a moment they looked down at her, but then both men lay their hands onher body. The fingers of Clint's right hand began sliding over her mons andinto the flesh of her sex, rubbing her clit and folds in slow back and forthmovements as his left hand began squeezing and rubbing her right breast inspine tingling movements. John's hands duplicated Clint's, except instead ofrunning his left hand through Samantha's sex, he caressed her abdomen, ticklingher belly button and then running his knuckles down to Samantha's mons.
Sam moaned, pulling tightly against her bonds as her body shuddered underthe onslaught. Her mind reeled as the waves of pleasure rocked her. She felther loins tightening and for a moment the scent of her own sex overpoweredthe baby oil, and she knew that her body was crying out for release. She closedher eyes, moaning out loud as the two men caressed her.
She barely noticed John moving away, still so intent on the slipping ofClint's fingers through the folds of her sex. She moved her bottom, tryingdesperately to push upward, to force his finger's into her well, but he movedwith her, keeping her wanting.
Her eyes flew open wide as she felt something warm splash onto her leftbreast, encasing her nipple in a soft heat. John stood above her, holding ablue colored jar high, tilting it slowly as a slick azure liquid dripped rapidlydownward. She drew in a startled breath, feeling the heat deep down to hervery core, and she groaned as Clint's fingers circled her clit once more.
Clint's hand left her other breast and she watched in rapture as John tiltedthe jar again, this time coating her other creamy mound with its cerulean frosting.He brought the jar downward, tipping it again and Samantha's mouth opened ina small cry as the heat intensified, filtering through her breast.
She tilted her head back as the sensation overwhelmed her. Her muscles trembledand she felt herself building, the heat and massage sending her body and mindinto that soft place where sexual tension is released. She cried out, her voicefilled with a deep satisfaction, yet one with unrestrained longing.
"Well now, John. I think Samantha had a clitoral orgasm there." Clint saidclinically, but with humor in his voice.
"I think you're right, Clint. Did that feel good Sam?" John said, leaningover and looking her in the eye.
Sam nodded, not trusting her voice.
"Want more?"
Once again, she nodded her head, licking her lips.
"Better give her another drink, John." Clint said.
John nodded, returning to the table and Sam felt the straw once more placedagainst her lips.
"Let us know whenever you need another drink, Samantha. Okay?"
Samantha swallowed, wetting her lips with her tongue. "Okay." She whispered.
A sigh escaped from her as Clint began his massage again, staying away fromher clit for the moment, but concentrating on each pink petal between her spreadlegs. The heat had dissipated from her breasts and Sam wondered what wouldhappen next.
John reappeared, a red jar clutched in his hand, and Sam watched as he pouredan opaque crimson-hued fluid down upon her belly, filling her button with redheat. She gasped out loud, bucking upward, causing some of the overflow totrickle across her smooth and shiny stomach toward her hip. Once more the heatflowed, this time upward into her cleavage and then up over her breasts, fillingher mounds once more with a steady warmth.
Samantha writhed under the wax, tilting her body back and forth as it cooledagainst her skin. She felt the heat like a deep passion that fired her bodyin the kiln of sensation. She sucked in a cool breath of air, trying to quenchthe lust that had spread from her bosom downward in a fiery rush, making hersteam like an unquenched volcano.
She moaned in frustration as Clint's fingers spread the lips of her sexopen, baring her pink and moist flesh. She thrust upward sharply, rewardingherself with a slip of Clint's finger being driven ever so slightly into herbody.
Then the heat struck her. Her clit convulsed as it was suffused in the passionatebath, scarlet wax surrounding and pouring downward. She felt the trails ofparaffin trickle downward along the insides of each petal, coating and recoatingthe delicate folds of her sex in a sizzling yet cooling mold. She opened hermouth, crying out into the light as the heat rose, matching the internal combustionof her orgasm.
She felt a cool touch against her skin and vaguely realized that Clint wasslowly removing the wax from her body. A sliver table knife gleamed, cuttingunder the cooled molds and peeling it from her like a ripe fruit. He carefullycut around both her breasts and sex, lifting the solid molds from her melonslike a trophy. The thick cap covering her sex came off with a slight wet noise,as if her body was reluctant to let loose the pleasure-giving form.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" asked John, wiping her reddened skindown with a towel, while cleaning off as much of the oil and leftover sliversof wax as possible.
"No. It was wonderful." Samantha said with a sigh.
Clint smiled at her, holding the mold of her sex in his hand. "Glad youenjoyed it. We did too."
Sam looked at the two men, suddenly remembering that she had been abducted. "Whatare you going to do with me now?" she asked, a tremor of fear returning toher.
John patted her soothingly. "Well, in a moment you are going to take anothernap. We'll get you cleaned up, dressed, and then drop you off at your dormitory."
"And that's it?" she demanded.
"And that's it," laughed Clint.
"What if I call the police and report you?" threatened Samantha.
John shrugged. "So? Go ahead. There are no DNA samples for them to retrieve.We haven't sexually raped you. While you show marks right now, by the timeyou wake up and call the police, your skin will have resumed its alabasterbeauty. You have absolutely no description of us, other than what you can seenow, which is two ski masks. Our names are from our favorite Western actors.We've made no videotapes to sell, and thus be traced back to us. The riskypart of this was taking you in the first place. Returning you will be a breeze." Hesmiled. "So go ahead and call the police. Tell them everything we did to you."
Clint leaned over her, his hands no longer holding the burgundy casing ofher vulva, Instead he hefted a bottle and a white rag. "Nighty-night, Samantha.You've been delightful." He tilted the bottle into the rag and brought it downon Samantha's face. Once more she inhaled the awful chemical, feeling it suckingher down into blackness.
Sam blinked hard, shaking her head and staring around dazed. A rough handwas shaking her shoulder and she looked up to see the bicycle cop standingnext to her.
"Hey. Are you all right? Why are you sleeping out here on the bench?" Thecute police officer said, his voice filled with concern.
Samantha looked around in confusion. Her mind seemed foggy and mixed andshe wondered how she had gotten there.
"Why did you come out here? You weren't here an hour ago when I rode by.Is everything all right? Did you make it okay back to your dorm room aftergetting your mail?" The officer looked at her closely.
Samantha suddenly remembered, her hand going down to cup her breast. Sheshifted on the bench, trying to detect any lingering feeling of oil on herskin. Her clothes rubbed against her normally, and she put a finger into hershirt, pulling it out and looking down at her bra-covered breasts.
"Uh…Miss?" the cop asked, a little taken aback.
Samantha dropped her hand, looking up at the police officer. Her skin wasits normal cream, smooth and silky.
"I'm sorry, sir. Just a little groggy I guess."
"Well, that's normal after being asleep. Can you make it back to your dormroom?"
Samantha hesitated and then smiled. She looked up at the cute officer, soconcerned for her well being.
"Yes officer. I can make it back just fine."
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