Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives into his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In CHAINED, TORTURED SCHOOLGIRL, Diane Koterlik finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive, then degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Diane suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
"You Goddamned little slut!"
Diane Koterlik looked at the young high school janitor, her eyes wide with surprise and horror. No one had ever talked to her like that. What right did Sam have?
"What?"
"You heard me, cunt. I know what you and your kind's been doin' around here-paradin' your ass around to get the guys worked up. Then you don't put out-or you put out like a Goddamned Hollywood street whore."
Diane had been surprised here in the basement by Sam. He was right, in a way. She'd been waiting for Danny Harrington. But that was just to talk. They liked talking in private, and figured the area just behind Sam's office would be perfect.
"Gonna teach you a lesson you won't forget. Gonna whip your ass!"
"Whip?"
Diane stared open-mouthed at the school janitor. Sam was always looked down on by most of the girls. Her best friend Kathy Blazey had given him the name of "Old Creep" and it stuck. Of course, they never would have said something like that to his face.
"That's what I said," Sam growled, dropping one hand down to his crotch.
Diane felt her heart skip a beat as she watched his fingers sliding up and down over the zipper of his filthy trousers. His eyes glistened. The dirt on his face streaked as sweat rolled down his cheeks. The young blonde teenager felt dirty as he licked his lips and began moving toward her, Diane stepped back.
"Danny's gonna be here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"So what? I can take care of him. He ain't around now, though."
Diane wanted to scream. But it was after four. There was no one around in this area of the school. It was deserted, one of the reasons she and Danny had chosen it. Sam threw down a wrench he'd been carrying. The clatter made Diane jump. She looked around wildly for some path of escape. There was none.
"Come on, baby. Come on and give ol' Sam's prick a good sucking. You suck cock, don't you?"
"You could be fired for this!" Diane blurted, not believing the filth pouring from his mouth.
"So what?" he sneered. "You ain't gonna say nothin'-not by the time I get through with you."
"Oh!"
Sam lunged for her, grabbing the teenager by the left wrist and wheeling her around. Diane felt sick, but somehow managed to jerk her arms free and beat the janitor on the chest. She thudded her fists hard, her hair flailing around her face.
"Filthy animal! Beast! Let go of me!" she cried, her sandals twisting off her feet as his thick-muscled arms slipped around her waist.
Diane felt panic gripping her heart like an icy set of fingers. He was gathering up the material of her black skirt, raising it up. In a moment she could feel his calloused fingers rubbing over her asscheeks, pulling down the nylon of her panties.
"Oh yeah, yeah, nice ass! Been thinkin' about an ass like that for a long time. You ever take a big prick up that butt?"
"Stop it! God, somebody help me! Help! Help!" Diane screamed. She knew the only way to get out of this was to raise her voice.
But Sam had thoughts on that, jerking one hand back, then bringing down his opened fist across her face. The slap knocked the girl from his arms. Diane screamed, her left cheek stinging from the blow. The young teenager stumbled back, her spine hitting a low metal rail that ran around one of the school's boilers. Her body jackknifed as her knees wobbled. With another sharp cry Diane tumbled to the floor.
"Yeah. Maybe this time you won't make so much fuckin' noise while I ram my prick down your fuckin' mouth," Sam growled.
"No, I won't. Get away from me," Diane groaned, somehow managing to get back to her feet. Her fingers gripped the black iron rail as she leaned heavily against it.
"Like to get roughed up, eh?" Sam said, his thick, sensuous lips curling into a sick smile. He scratched his stubbly chin, his brown eyes glistening with lust. "I thought I saw something like that in your eyes-a kind of glow, you know? Man, you're one of those types that likes to get knocked around."
"No, oh God, help, help!"
Her fingers tightened around the metal rod behind her. All around there were the clanking, thudding sounds of a large machine room. It was frightening. More terrifying was Sam and the way he was approaching her. Oh, why hadn't Danny come in yet? He should have been walking down those iron steps minutes ago!
"Come on, baby, come on to my prick."
Diane shrank back, drawing away. Again she looked up at the door, expecting her boyfriend to-come through and save her. Sam only sneered at her hopes, dashing them when he gripped her wrist once more and pulled her hard against him. She felt his panting breath against the side of her face and groaned. His fingers were nearly breaking her tiny bones. Worse, Diane could feel the heat of his body radiating through his filthy working clothes.
"Fuck, baby. That's what we're gonna be doin'-and doin' it my way!"
To emphasize his point, Sam reached up to her shoulders, pulling hard at the thin white material of her blouse. Diane screamed when she felt it rip down the back. In a moment he was fingering the thin white strap of her bra behind. The girl felt the cups tugging against her tits. And then ... and then Sam had ripped the halter from her body. Her tits swung out, high-riding and firm.
"No!" Diane stumbled back, covering her tits with both hands. Sam pursued her, knocking her hands away, then shoving her back, back toward his office. "No, no, don't!"
Diane stumbled backward, her heel striking an uneven metal plate on the basement floor. Sam was quickly on top of her, kissing her throat, his knees shoving against hers as his fingers fumbled around the zipper of her skirt. And then Diane felt her skirt slip from her thighs. She managed to free her arms again, drawing them up and pressing her palms against his chest. Sam laughed, tearing the garment from her, then pushing his hands around her ass. Diane let out a groan, her mouth a tight scar as a pulse leaped at her throat.
Naked! Stripped naked here in the basement! How the metal-paneled floor hurt her back and shoulders! But the one thing she was more worried about was Sam-Sam and the way he was holding her.
"Stop this!" she yelped.
Sam got up, dragging her to her feet. Again Diane tried covering her naked tits with her upper arms. Sam reached forward, turning her around like a puppet dangling from a string. Then he ripped her panties off, tossing them atop the remainder of her clothes. Diane let out a scream, bending at the waist while trying to cover her bushy cunt hairs from his view. Sam liked her dilemma, the way she kept moaning and backing away from him. He wiped his lips with the back of one hand, grinning hellishly at her.
Diane let out another moan, feeling an icy draft blow between her warm thighs. She shivered, throwing her arms across her tits.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Diane asked tearfully, blinking away the water from her eyes. She knew she was going to have a rough time. For one reason or other Danny wasn't coming, and no one was around to save her. Oh, she hadn't done anything to deserve this!
"Because I wanna," Sam said, tilting his chin up a little.
With that the janitor moved toward her, raising his fists. Diane let out a cry and ran back toward the stairs. She stumbled, stubbing her toes badly on the metal floor plates. The pain was terrible, making her cry. But she jerked away just in time, evading Sam's outstretched hands. Her tits bobbed, her cheeks and belly and thighs jiggled as she began running frantically around the basement. She was crashing into all sorts of things, nearly falling over loose boxes and buckets. Sam laughed at her, his voice ringing in the large room. Diane ran around a large boiler, her fingers burning at the touch of that hot metal.
She felt a warm trickle on her thigh and knew she was pissing. She was disgracing herself in front of this animal! And there was nothing she could do about it.
"Gettin' kinda excited about it, ain'tcha? You can hardly wait for old Sam to fuck his prick down your throat, then maybe up your cunt!"
"Noooo!"
Diane felt beads of perspiration dotting her forehead as she barely managed to keep free of Sam's outstretched hands. He wanted her, wanted her in the most violent way! If only she could keep free of him until Danny came down-then things would be all right.
"Stop! Oh God, stop this!"
But Sam refused to listen. He drew closer to her, slapping her ass hard twice before she managed to slip away again. Diane spun around, not sure of which way she should flee. She turned around, staring wildly like a hunted, terrified animal. The cold air around her, the constant hissing and pounding of the boilers, the yellowish light flooding the space-everything conspired against her. The girl thought she would surely faint from fright. But she had to stay conscious, alive!
She heard him behind her. Screaming, Diane began running to the right of the number three boiler. Too late. Sam grabbed her hair, pulling back hard to slow her down. She yelped, her head pulled back. There was sharp pain as Sam tore several strands of her blonde hair from her scalp. Diane felt her knees giving way again. He was on top of her once more. She felt his belt buckle pressing against her asscheeks.
He was pinching her ass while smoothing one hand around her belly. Diane felt her flesh crawl. No one had ever seen her naked like this, let alone touched her. Not even on the hottest of dates had she let a guy so much as lay a finger on her thighs. And now ... and now this animal had stripped her and was drawing his hand close to her pussy!
Diane screamed, writhing against him, desperately trying to wriggle from his grip. "No, no, no!"
"C'mon, bitch. You wanna get fucked bad. I could see that, man. That's why you and your boyfriend wanted to come down here. Figured I wouldn't be around and you two could fuck your brains out. You might be cummin' your mind out, baby, but it's gonna be with ol' Sam here."
He fucked two fingers into her pussy.
Diane's eyes bulged, her jaw slackening as she felt those fingers fuck in. Her legs kicked out like those of a frog while her ass pressed hard against his cock-bulge. He was fucking her with his fingers, twisting them around and around, fucking them in and out until the tips began touching her cherry. Diane screamed, curling her fingers and dragging her nails against his knuckles.
"Stop it! Don't! I'm a virgin!" she cried.
"Yeah, can tell that. Wouldn't have guessed, though."
Sam sounded a little disappointed. But he still kept fucking her cunt with his hand, making sure his fingers touched her clit. Diane wrinkled her forehead, unsure of what she was feeling now. Terror, of course. And there was some pain. But something else was happening down there, something that was turning her on in an odd way. She couldn't dwell on that feeling right now.
"Uh!" Diane felt herself spurting piss onto his hand.
"Damn you, bitch!"
Sam cursed, jerking his hand away from her cunt, then shoving his piss-drenched fingers in her mouth. Diane pulled away, wrinkling her nose up at the man's foul-smelling fingers. Sam refused to let her get away that easily. Again he jammed the fingers up to her mouth, kicking her hard in the ass with his knee. Groaning, the young girl soon found those awful fingers in her mouth, sawing in and out. She licked and lapped at them, swallowing the awful piss as Sam laughed wildly behind her.
Sam shoved her forward roughly. Diane stumbled several feet forward, pushing the hair from her eyes. Turning around and facing her tormentor, she saw Sam standing there now with two lengths of rope in one hand. A large cock-bulge was tenting up the front of his trousers.
"What ... what are you going to do to me now?" she asked.
"Warm up that ass. Gonna make it nice and hot for me before I start fucking."
Good. At least, time would pass before he began doing anything really serious to her. That would give Danny some time to come down and rescue her before Sam popped her cherry! Diane shivered. Just the thought of losing her innocence to a creep like Sam the janitor made her shudder with revulsion.
"Turn around."
She did as she was ordered, placing both hands on the guardrail around the first boiler. Sam worked quickly, looping the first rope around her left wrist and fastening her arm to the metal. She watched as he threaded the rope around itself, securing it and her wrist with a double figure-eight knot. Sam moved to the other hand, doing the same thing. Diane tugged back, but it was impossible for her to move her hands away from the rail. She had to bend her knees slightly to keep her shoulders from hurting. It was then she heard the hissing of leather against material and turned around. Peering over her shoulder, she saw Sam standing there with the black leather belt in one hand. He had doubled it and was tapping it gently against his right knee. Already the girl knew what was going to happen. She felt her flesh suddenly become incredibly sensitive as she curled her toes against the cold metal and waited.
"Please, Sam," she sobbed, more hot tears running down her flushed cheeks. "Please, oh please, don't do this ... oh please, don't."
Sam relished her pain, laughing at her, then cocking his arm back. She trembled, her horror-stricken eyes wide and focused on that black belt. No one had ever hit her, not even her father. Now she was going to be beaten, and beaten severely. She breathed faster, her breath nearly bursting her lungs. He paused for a moment, taking in her supple ass, her full thighs, her large, high-riding tits. Then the belt cut a broad arc through the air.
Diane let out a cry, closing her eyes. "Yaghgghgh! Uh!"
The doubled belt struck her right asscheek, leaving a long red mark on the white flesh. Diane let out cry after cry as the hot stinging sensation burned into her ass. Her knees nearly collapsed. She did all she could to remain standing, knocking stray strands of hair from her eyes. Another blow, this one hard against her asscrack, sent the girl pitching forward hard against the metal rail. Diane tried tearing her wrists from the rail. But the ropes held, chafing her flesh cruelly. Sam began slapping the belt against the backs of her thighs. Shouting, screaming in a mindless torrent of sound, she tried twisting her ass around and away from the awful belt.
"Like I said, gotta warm up that butt," Sam said, kicking her in the ass with one booted foot and threatening her with more if she didn't obey.
Sobbing, shrugging her head in her shoulder Diane turned around, leaning heavily against the guardrail. "Oh, God."
The belt came down, the black leather striking the flesh between her jutting shoulder blades. Diane let out a squeal, her body pitching forward hard against the metal rail. Diane tried tearing her wrists from the rail. But the ropes held, chafing her flesh cruelly. Sam began slapping the belt against the backs of her thighs. Shouting, screaming in a mindless torrent of sound, she tried twisting her ass around and away from the awful belt.
"Like I said, gotta warm up that butt," Sam said, kicking her in the ass with one booted foot and threatening her with more if she didn't obey.
Sobbing, shrugging her head in her shoulder Diane turned around, leaning heavily against the guardrail. "Oh, God."
The belt came down, the black leather striking the flesh between her jutting shoulder blades. Diane let out a squeal, her body pitching forward, her forehead striking the boiler in front of her. She staggered backward, her wrists pulling heavily at the ropes binding them. Sam unfurled the belt, letting its full length crack like thunder over her head. Diane squealed once more, shrinking away from the awful weapon.
"Damned cunts!" Sam sputtered, his face turning red. "Paradin' around here and gettin' my prick all hot and bothered. Then I gotta go in and beat off."
He brought down the belt between her jiggling asscheeks. Crying out, Diane felt her arms snapping hard against the restraining rope. The end of the belt bit between her asscheeks, tugging her asshole out of shape for a moment.
"Yaghghghghhhhh!"
Gripping her shoulder, Sam twisted her around so she was half facing him. Holding her, he brought the belt down hard against her tits, the leather nearly tearing the nipples from her tits. Diane screamed, her head snapping back. Tears sprang from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks. Her feet slipped on the metal floor while her knees buckled again. Sam hit her hard across the fronts of her thighs, finally shoving the belt up against her cunt. Diane's mouth opened, a rush of air escaping from her throat and over her teeth. She felt the cool, slick material spreading her cuntlips apart. He was purposely working the belt into her cunt while sneering down at her.
"Leather fuck. That's what you want. Too bad I don't have all my stuff here. That's at home. Maybe later. Gotta improvise here."
"No, no never!"
With a quick, savage movement, Sam slashed the belt across both her nipples again. Diane screamed sharply, falling to her knees. The pain was simply too much. She couldn't withstand that kind of attack. The world seemed to be growing black as she clung to the handrail, the rope hurting her flesh so much! Oh, where was Danny?
Chapter Two
"Ahhhhh!" Diane gasped.
Sam had found some cold water, filled a glass and tossed it in her face, reviving her. Diane shook the wet hair from her eyes, standing up tentatively and staring with hatred at the big janitor. How she wished she could tear her hands free from this awful iron rail and scratch his eyes out!
"That's it, baby, I wanna see that hate in your face. Man, what a fuckin' turn-on!"
He was enjoying her anger, wallowing in her hatred. The belt struck just under her kneecap. He pulled her away from the rail and stuck a finger up into her shitter. Diane let out a yelp at the cruel invasion. Never, never had she guessed a man could be capable of this kind of cruelty!
"Owwwww!"
Her face was a wrinkled mask of pain as Sam fucked that finger up farther, squirming and wriggling it up into her asshole while watching the horror and shock register in her face.
"No, no, take it out! Out! Out!"
Sam shoved in another finger, twisting them around like a screwdriver until Diane's knees began failing her again. Pulling his fingers out with a popping sound, he pushed her forward, slamming her belly against the rail. Diane let out a grunt, the wind knocked from her. Falling to the floor, she felt her feet push out behind her. Sam was lashing the belt over and over against her soles, sending incredible jolts of pain up to her brain. Diane kicked out blindly. Her long wet hair dangled clear to her ass now as she wailed, her head back, her mouth wide open.
Sam slowed his strokes, trying to time them so the girl couldn't anticipate them. Diane sobbed freely, pressing her forehead against the iron railing as the dry smacking sound of the leather against her flesh filled the boiler room.
"Stupid little bitch. Got yourself in this and can't get out without fuckin' me. You're gonna think about this for a long, long time."
The belting stopped! Thank God in heaven, the belting stopped! Diane leaned forward, pressing her forehead once again against the cool iron railing. Maybe he had gotten off. Maybe he would let her go!
She had begun to relax, let down what little guard she had. That was exactly what Sam had been waiting for. With one slashing downstroke, he drove the belt right down the valley of her asscrack. This time the blow had a particularly savage strength. Diane thought she was being ripped open. Her head snapped back again, her spine curled while her feet slid wildly along the slick floor. Again came that awful slashing downstroke. Diane screamed. She jerked convulsively as if someone had touched her with a live electric wire!
"Yaghghghghghhhh!"
She couldn't take much more! And still the black leather belt smacked hard against her flesh. Sam laughed loudly behind her. He stopped the whipping long enough to jab the buckled end of the belt into the narrow zone between her pussy and asshole. Diane groaned, feeling that cold brass slip up and down. She shoved her ass back, trying to get away from the blunt thing pressing at her. The edge of the buckle went roughly into her cunt. It forced the warm cunt flesh open.
It was at this point that Diane realized something more than just reaction to pain and humiliation was happening. She was getting aroused, really more and more turned on by this horrid beating. Again she thought about it-the feeling of excitement as he beat her.
Sam saw this and laughed at her. "Man, just like I said before, you can't get enough of this shit, can you? You really dig havin' me beat the fuck outta you. Bitch!"
"No, not true!" What was happening to her? Never had she thought pleasure could be so directly linked to pain. "Yaghghghhhh!"
Another blow, this one crisscrossing the others that had slashed over her ass. Her knees banged hard against the boiler.
Sam had thrown down the belt. Diane heard it drop to the floor. He was rubbing his cock-bulge up against her ass now, running his hands up and down her sides, feeling her off. Then came those awful fingers again, rubbing up against her shitter. Diane stared straight ahead, her face a mask of terrible concentration.
The abused ring of her shitter was being driven up into her shitter. She clawed her fingers against the metal rail, her nails breaking. Her arm muscles knotted with tension as Sam slowly fucked two fingers back up into her asshole.
"Nooooooo!"
Her large tits slapped together, her belly tensing, then feeling as if it were turning over. A strange kind of fire began in the rim of her asshole as he fucked those fingers in and out. Diane remembered his threat, the threat of him fucking his prick up her ass! Oh, was he going to fuck her ass?
A noise! Both of them stopped, and Diane heard the door overhead opening. Danny! He had finally come. She was about to open her mouth when Sam slipped one calloused, dirty palm over her lips. He pressed in so hard her teeth cut into her flesh.
"Say one fuckin' thing and I'm gonna make sure he doesn't have another fuckin' basketball game to play in," Sam threatened.
Diane swallowed hard.
"Diane?"
The boy stood at the rail, looking down. Because of the positioning of the boiler, it was impossible for him to see her and Sam.
"Diane, you down there?"
Oh God, please, let him come down here, please, the terrified girl prayed, feeling Sam's hand tighten even more around her mouth.
"Don't even whimper," Sam whispered.
She felt Sam's head beating hard against her back as Danny shuffled around above her. If only he would come down a few steps, he could see what was happening and go for help.
"Di?"
"Think he's gonna go," Sam said.
Diane's heart sank at that remark. She heard Danny call out a few more times, then heard the metal door slam heavily. She had been abandoned to this maniac!
"Better. That's good, real good. You didn't try nothing weird. Sam's gonna give you a nice reward for that," the janitor said.
Diane wanted to spit but somehow managed to keep her gut reaction to herself. Sam reached back and pulled out a rusty knife, holding it up to the overhead light and checking out the blade.
"Not much. Use it for cuttin' wire. Come on, up on this crate."
He kicked a small crate over to her, forcing the girl to climb onto it and kneel, her hands still roped to the black wrought-iron rail. In this kneeling position, Diane found her ass thrust out at an obscene angle. She pulled her ass back in, realizing she was shaming herself this way.
"Nice knife. Be surprised what it can do, even a dull one like this."
Diane's heart almost stopped. Sam was pressing the flat of the blade against the back of her neck. She felt the chilled, rusty metal against her warm flesh and let out a small whimper. Her teeth chattered. Stiffening her back, the girl drew her knees together as if that somehow could protect her. She felt so naked, so vulnerable with the terrible pressure of the knife against her skin. Letting out a gasp, the girl was afraid to make the slightest move.
Sam chuckled. "Used this for a long time," he said, turning it around so the sharpened edge was against her skin. "Could cut through wood with it. Shame I haven't kept it up. But then again, not much use for it now."
Sam talked on, now moving the knife down, down from her neck to the upper portion of her back. She shuddered. Sam was leaving a small, narrow white mark on her flesh as he drew it down her body. He traced the small bumps on her spine with the tip of that blade, drawing it in a broad arc to her thighs.
Diane strained to be silent, knowing the janitor derived more awful pleasure from her cries when she screamed out her pain. But it was hard not saying or doing anything. He could thrust that knife into her and end her life at a moment's notice. Stories of young girls being found brutally murdered shot through her head as she crouched there helplessly, kneeling on that splintery wooden crate. And that knife, the way it was sliding down her body! She let out another cry of despair, her head hanging down.
"You like this, don'tcha, baby? You dig this almost as much as you like bein' slapped around and hit with that belt, right?" Sam taunted.
"No, no!" she cried back defiantly.
The blade slipped down a little more. Now he was tracing the outline of her thigh. She shuddered. The sharpness, the coldness of the metal drove her nearly to madness. She heard him breathing deeply behind her. He was moving up closer, watching as the knife slipped around her asscheeks. Diane wanted to sink through some hole in the floor. She felt him spreading her knees forcibly apart. The wet, sticky line of her pussy-crack was exposed.
Yes, her pussy was wet! That was the thing that surprised her. In spite of this pain, she was getting so very hot and tight down there.
"Can rust out my knife doin' this. But what the hell?"
Diane groaned, wondering what else he was planning to do to her. The touch of the blade up against her asscrack gave her an idea. Again the teen stiffened, her body jerking up against the ropes holding her wrists to the rail. The tip of his knife was moving across her right asscheek.
"Nooooo!"
He was drawing the thing down to the bottom swell of her ass, rubbing the flat of the blade now between her cunt and her asshole. Diane thought that the slightest move on her part could ruin her forever. She felt the shocking chill of the rusty metal on that supersensitive part of her body. Her asshole winked shut while her pussy muscles cramped shut. Sam only laughed, watching as goose flesh dotted her asscheeks.
"Uhhhh!"
The girl felt her pussy sucking in air, opening in an uncontrollable spasm. The knife was moving along now, the tip tracing the edges of her cuntlips. She bit her lip, her nostrils flaring.
"Nice, real nice. You're good and sensitive down there. That's real good," Sam said almost clinically.
Diane felt a trickle of cunt juice seep from her cunthole, oozing down her thighs. She shifted position on the crate, hearing the boards creaking with her moving weight. He was moving the knife up, up until it was flat against her pussy!
"Oh, God!"
It was as if someone had put an ice cube in the center of her hot cunt. He was pressing the blade from the bottom junction of her cuntlips to her clit. Diane shuddered, her pussy cinching down on the knife. The sharp, rusty edges of the blade cut her pussylips.
"Owwww!"
There was nothing, nothing she could do to stop the cinching down of her pussy. Sam rocked the knife up and down, making sure the tip was pricking her clit. The girl felt millions of hot sparks showering into her cunt from that touch. Her back arched, making her open her cunt more to the young, foul-mouthed janitor.
"Man, gonna be fuckin' into that pussy. Gonna be fuckin' into it," he whispered hotly.
The constant touch and chill of that knife sent jolts of incredible pleasure searing through the horrified teenager. She slowly became conscious of tiny slits on the edges of her cuntlips.
Diane pranced her ass about, feeling that blade rousing incredibly hot, itchy feelings from her clit. She was in heat! That was the only way she could describe it! She felt like a cat in heat, biting down on her lower lip to keep from yowling out as that horrid knife traced around and around her cuntlips.
Diane felt the tip of his knife piercing her clit folds. The searing pain was inseparable from the electric thrill of direct clit-touch. She felt her slit cuntlips catch on fire as the juices stung through her pussy. Her head throbbed from all the belting as her knees slipped farther apart on the shaky crate. She thought about the belting, about the way the leather had stung her ass. Just thinking about it made her cunt juices flow faster. She hated herself for these feelings. This was the man who was binding her to the rail, degrading her, touching her in places only her husband or lover should touch her. And yet she was clutching at the rail the way she should be touching such a man.
Sam dragged the tip of the knife back, stinging the very edge of her cuntmouth. Then it was back again, the buzzing, spinning flashes in her clit taking away her breath. Diane found herself bobbing her ass, feeling the resulting jiggling movements through her body.
"Poor, hot pussy," Sam said, laughing as he stroked her cunt with the back of one finger. "It's all hot and runny. Needs something to cool it down."
There was another pause. And then Diane felt Sam's tongue washing over her pussy. He was putting his mouth on her cunt! She let out a shocked cry as that tongue squirmed and squiggled hotly over her pussy. It was so wet, so swarmy down there! And he was making such sucking sounds, sounds that sent chills racing up and down her spine. That tongue! How it brushed over her clit. His unshaven cheeks rubbed the flesh on her inner asscheeks raw while that tongue fucked deeper into her cunthole.
It was making that tight, hot itchy feeling deep inside her worse! The more he lapped at her pussy, the hotter Diane felt herself burn. She no longer thought about Danny, about that box she was kneeling on. The ropes chafing her wrist even seemed to add to her general delight as Sam kept on lapping his tongue over her cunt like a dog. She clenched her ass muscles, her ass tightening, then relaxing under his sloppy tonguing friction.
"Oh God!"
It was as if someone were strangling her. But it was her own excitement taking her breath away! She shoved her ass back at the big stud. Sam was sucking hard, his cheeks caving in while his tongue fucked in and out of her pussy with fast, fluttering moves. Diane couldn't believe the sensations that was creating! And then he pulled away once more, slapping her ass several times with the flat of his right hand.
And then that awful knife was back, back stinging a line up her right asscheek, then edging back toward her asshole. In a second she felt the tip touching her wrinkled asshole. Oh yes, yes, it was stabbing into her asshole! The entire area caught fire, it seemed.
She moved her body, sliding it from side to side while Sam kept moving that awful knife around her cunt.
"Bitch pig! You love it, don'tcha? Now you can take my cock, right up your pussy! Gonna stab my prick right up your Goddamned cunt!"
"No, no!"
Diane screamed, clenching her ass. She banged her head against the smooth boiler housing a third time.
Her cherry! He was going to tear her cherry apart with his prick. The girl heard the knife fall with a clatter against the metal plating below. There was the sound of material rustling, and then the feel of Sam's fingers around her hips.
"And this'll keep your Goddamned mind off your fuckin' cherry."
"Eaghghghghh!"
What had he shoved up her ass? It hurt so! The girl let out another scream, feeling the tearing, aching sensation stretched beyond the outer curves of her asscheeks. Her belly convulsed while her leg and arm muscles cramped. How it hurt her!
"It's a pipe, baby. About an inch thick. Keep it around here to help my pry things open. That's just what it's doin'-keepin' that asshole of yours pried open. Feel good?"
Sam emphasized his point, pushing it in a little deeper. Diane screamed, her cries bouncing off the basement walls. He had the thing shoved inches into her asshole. At that point, Sam grabbed her hard around the hips, his fingertips bruising her flesh. How her cunt fluttered at his rough touch!
Diane was ashamed of herself as she threw back her head and let out an animal-like groan. "Ohhhhhh!"
"It's gonna feel real nice, baby, real nice!"
His cock! Surely that had to be his prick pressing up against her ass. He was sliding it around to her pussy, taking the metal thing in her ass and twisting in a little deeper.
"Goin' in now, baby."
Diane held her breath, remembering all those stories about how badly that first fuck hurt a woman. Crouched there on the crate, her hands roped to the rail, her forehead pressed against the rail, with that thing shoved well into her ass Diane waited for her first fuck.
Chapter Three
Diane shouted, her head jerking as she felt the blind stabs of his prick against her pussy. The conical head of his prick slipped around in her wet cunt crack while his balls slapped hard against her ass.
"Gonna fuck that mother in, baby. Gonna fuck it in 'til you got cum comin' outta your throat!"
"Noooooo!"
He slapped her hard against the back of the head, then gripped her hipbones once more and shoved forward. Diane felt her cuntlips being pressed to the side, Sam's fat cock fucking in! Her mouth opened, a rush of air escaping as that fat bulbous cockhead worked into her cunt. Diane felt her outer cunt labes close tightly over the cock tip. Oh, how his prick seemed to burn into her pussy! The girl moaned, rolling her hips forward, feeling the power of his thick-muscled cock fucking into her pussy.
"Oh no, no, no!"
It couldn't be happening! It just couldn't! Only moments ago she'd been in American history class, feeling excited about seeing Danny. They would talk, maybe do some heavy necking, then go out later and have a soda. Nothing like this would happen with Danny.
"Oh man, you're ... uhhhh ... nice and tight and hot, just like a woman should be!"
His words made her feel filthy, low. Diane hated his touch, the feel of his hands crawling all over her thighs and ass while he fucked her. Now that his cockhead was wedged tightly into her cunthole, he was fanning his fingers out on her belly, rubbing them over her damp flesh. How that revolted her! His hands slipped up to her tits, the fingers playing with her hard nipples, then moving down to her navel. In the end he was strumming her clit, toying with the tiny wet nub while fucking yet another thick throbbing inch of cockmeat into her cunt!
"Huhhhrhhrhr!"
Sam took that awful pipe and twisted it around in her ass again, fucking her ass with it while fucking his prick into her pussy. The girl curled her spine, her head snapping back again. It felt as if her ass were going to split apart! Instinctively, Diane tensed her ass muscles, trying to force the pipe out as if it were a lump of shit. But Sam held it too tightly, twisting the pipe around and around, pulling it out, then fucking it back into her shitter. Diane's eyes widened as she felt it fuck deeper than the first time. For a moment the girl thought that thing would meet Sam's prick somewhere between her asshole and her hot, dripping pussy.
"No, no, nooooooo!"
He was pulling out a little now, his prickhead retreating, letting the slick, elastic, itchy walls of her pussy shrink back together. Sam slid both hands back up to her tits, cupping them, pinching her tit tips until the young girl reared back and shrieked in pain.
"Ahhh! Don't hurt me like that! Oh, don't pinch, don't!" she cried.
Sam only laughed at her distress, rolling her nipples around like peas until she cried out again. Moving forward, he bit down on her neck until his front teeth nearly broke her flesh. He shoved forward again with his hairy ass, his thick cockhead working inside. A spray of pussy juice wet down his wiry black cock hair as more and more of his greasy prickmeat fucked into her cunt.
"Man, gonna cook up my prick with that hot little pussy of yours."
"Oh, stop it, stop ... oh no, oh, it hurts! Hurts!" the girl cried.
As his cock fucked in deeper, Diane felt her heart pounding hard, excitement racing through her veins. Oh yes, yes, it was arousal and excitement! There was little doubt about that. Now, the more Sam mistreated her, the hotter she became. Prancing her ass shamelessly, she loved feeling his prick disappearing inch by thick inch. He didn't fuck really deep at this point.
The girl almost begged him with her movements to fuck her deeper. Something was taking her over now, something that made her want him to stretch her cunt wider, stick more cock into her.
"Gonna go for it, baby. Gonna knock out that fuckin' cherry."
"Oh, don't! No, no!"
"Good fucking, baby. That's what this is all about. Good, hot fuckin'."
To emphasize his point, Sam gripped the steel pipe and started fucking her shitter rapidly. The fast forward thrusts nearly drove Diane out of her mind. She grunted, saliva drooling from the corners of her mouth. He was stimulating nerves in her asshole she'd had no idea existed. And somehow they were all connected to her cunt!
Sam let go of the pipe, leaning forward, bearing down hard. His cock fucked through her tight, slippery cunthole, the cockhead cooking into the thick oil of her cunt. As his prick shoved aside the virgin pussy flesh, Diane felt her velvety cuntal walls clutching at the advancing prick. It was so weird, so really odd-feeling his prick inside her. It was as if something were taking her over. Then she felt his prick run into something rather firm.
Diane's eyes widened, her mouth dropping open again. Her cherry. Yes, it was her cherry! Sam was rubbing his prickhead against her cherry, trying to tear it from her cunt.
"No, don't!" she protested again.
"Man! Popping a virgin! Ain't done that in a long time."
"Stop it! Please!"
"Gotta bust it, baby. Gonna bust you wide open, then fuck deep!"
"No!" Diane moaned, jerking her hands against those awful ropes tying them to the rail.
Nothing could stop him. Helpless, wild, the girl waited as she felt him tensing his thighs behind her. His cockhead was shoving hard against the fleshy wall of her cherry.
"Noooooo!"
Diane screamed out again, tossing and twisting under his grasp. She tried wildly to break away.
"Now, bitch! Come on and take a real man's prick-not some little snot's."
"Stop this! Oh, God!"
Sam's fingers hurt her terribly. But then something else began to throb with agony, something that made her forget for a while that dreadful pipe up her shitter. Diane gasped, her nostrils flaring. That thing was tearing. Oh yes, yes, her cherry was ripping at the top! Her thighs tensed then spread a bit farther apart.
"Noooooooo!"
Sam said nothing, stabbing down. His prick broke through her cherry in one swift fuck-stab.
"Eaghghghghhh!"
Never before had the girl felt such pain! It was as if someone were spearing her cunt with a long dagger! She screamed and cried, her body snapping and writhing against his hands.
Sam held her firmly against the boiler, his knees forcing her body up against the rail. He kept fucking his cock in, in spite of Diane's violent protests. Finally he had every inch of his prick rammed into her hot cunt. He was sweating, beads of perspiration dripping onto her upper ass. He lay for a while against her lower back, stroking his fingers over her flat belly.
"Oh no, no, what've you done to me?" Diane sobbed, tears of shame and humiliation running down her red, flushed cheeks.
"Opened you up, baby. Now you ain't gonna feel no pain when some dude pokes you."
Diane cried for her lost innocence, now aware of the two rods in her body. She had been told by her mother how wonderful it would be that first night. There would be love, understanding and tenderness. All she had now were ropes, a pipe up her ass, and a sadistic school janitor with his cunt-splitting prick up her bleeding pussy. The contrast made her sob even harder. Waves of disgust nearly made her vomit.
"Now, gonna watch you pop. Yeah, gonna watch you pop off while I fuck you."
"Oh, God!"
Sam started fucking her again. His prick was going in like a hot poker through a tub of butter. His cock burned a tight passage into her slippery cunthole, making Diane cry out again and again. In a moment she was feeling the rushing of his prick as it tore through her tight pussy. In a moment his cock was hammering against her clit, making her feel hot and good all over again. Diane nearly forgot he had whipped her into near-unconscious, roped her, then humiliated her in this vile way.
Fucking! That's what they were doing. And, oh, how good it was! His weight slammed into her again and again, knocking her forehead against the boiler. She was grunting with the force of his shoves, her cunt being stretched wider and wider by the hard working of his cock-strokes. Diane could have sworn his cock was ballooning, getting fatter and wider, stretching her pussy open until she felt as if she were going to come apart. It was so awful-and yet so good.
Sam was fucking hard, wild. It felt as if his fuck-thrusts would tear the knife-pricked skin of her cunt away and jam it all into her guts. Diane gasped, staring at their distorted reflection in the shiny black surface of the boiler's outer covering in front of her. She could see them, watch the two of them in this perverted, grotesque fucking position. Sam was crouched over her the way a dog would fuck his bitch in the street. Her face was distorted with lust. At times Diane could see her ass rolling around, rubbing up against the young janitor's belly while he fucked her. His hands were smoothing along her sides now, the fingertips pressing bluntly against her ribs while he fucked her in short, jerky cock-thrusts.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
The long, thick cock fucked into her cunthole like a greased finger. The heavy flow of her cunt juice made Diane's pussy slippery for the invading prick. Oh, how she loved that feel!
"Man, baby, that's it, goin' for it. You really go for it! Ain't had someone like you in a long time," Sam gasped.
"No, no, not true!" she cried, lying through her teeth. It was good for her. She could feel her clit sputtering with delight as Sam fucked her with a frenzy that took her breath away.
"Man, don't gimme no shit, bitch! You want this bad, real bad. And we're gonna have us some time together after this is all over, slut."
"Nooooo!"
Diane loathed this horrible man fucking her. She hated, in a way, that cock fucking deeper into her cunt by the second. But this doggie position, this fucking was adding something to her life she couldn't understand. She found she actually loved the pain, the insult. The more Sam slapped her around, the more he laughed at her horrid position the more she basked in the glory of it. He was an animal! He would have killed her family and fucked her in front of her dead mother and father. And she would have let him.
Diane hunched back against him harder. The whole length of his thick, long cock was in her cunt channel now.
"Huhrhrhrhhrhrrr ... oh God, no, no, don't do this, don't!"
"C'mon, baby, tell me how much you wanna get fucked," Sam said.
He was leaning over her now, stopping his fuck movements for the second. She felt his tongue washing around in her ears. Diane groaned with revulsion, her heart skipping several beats.
"C'mon! How much do you wanna get fucked by me?" Sam asked.
"Animal! Never!"
Sam gave his prick a sharp jerk, reaching forward with his right hand and twisting several strands of her blonde hair in between his finger. Diane yelped, feeling the awful tearing pain in her scalp again. Her mouth opened, her eyes wild. She could feel the tearing, actually feel the strands ripping from her flesh.
"No, no!"
"Tell me, bitch!"
While tearing at her hair, the young janitor gripped that pipe and pulled it nearly all the way from her ass, jamming it back in just as quickly.
"Yes, oh yes! Oh God, fuck me!"
Sam laughed at his triumph, twisting the pipe around in her shitter and stirring it around in her ass guts.
Diane felt a powerful spasm shoot through her pussy. Oh, she was going to cum! She was going to cum with this awful man fucking her both in the ass and in her cunt! Hot flashes of delight were stinging her clit, making it curl with arousal while Sam kept fucking her. She whimpered, trying to stop the dreadful chain of thoughts, the rapid building of her excitement. The girl tried to clench her cuntal muscles tight enough to stop his fucking cock.
"Uhhhhh!"
Sam thought she protested against his prick. He reached forward again, twisting her nipples viciously, feeling her shudder under that awful touch.
"Nooooo!"
"Oh baby, baby, the more I throw out, the more you want from me!"
He bit her neck again, fucking in so hard he nearly drove her through the boiler. Too much. Too much. Diane realized she was going to cum, and cum in this awful way. But there was little she could do about it.
"Cummin', baby. Gonna dump my load right into your fuckin' pussy. And that's just what somebody like you wants, right?"
Her belly was churning around while her clit throbbed so hard it hurt her in some delicious, strange way. Diane loved it as much as she hated what was happening to her. The girl let out another despairing cry, hanging her head down while the big man behind her fucked deep into her pussy.
His bruising fingers on her nipples made every ounce of her heavy tits ache. She wished for a second he would tear those nubs off her tits. That would stop the fierce heat they telegraphed to her brain and cunt.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Diane felt his teeth clamping on the nape of her neck a third time. She cried in despair, lifting herself up with her arms. The constant swiveling of her ass kept on. She needed to feel that release now.
She had finger-fucked herself to orgasm several times while alone in bed thinking of Danny. But this ... this was far more powerful than anything she could have dreamed of lying alone in her room late at night. She was feeling a fire that had to come straight from hell itself. There was no way she could escape its final release, no way she wanted to.
"Huhhh! In! In! In!"
Sam's belly slapped loudly and wetly against her ass. Diane felt the wiry hairs of his cock bush against her violated cunt.
"Take this all the way, baby!"
"Aghghghhhhh!"
Diane thought that awful pipe would be coming out of her mouth in a moment. He was fucking her with that thing now in time with his prick. She banged her forehead rhythmically against the smooth boiler surface, her tits slapping together from the force of those sadistic blows. The itching, burning sensation in and around her cunt and ass drove her half crazy. She shoved back against the janitor's pounding prick, her ass weaving and arching while Sam kept fucking his cock into her cunt.
"Man, oh man, that's it!" he cried excitedly, his nostrils flaring. "That's the way I want you to fuck back, baby. Come on, rut it out, gimme that good piece of ass!"
He fucked in again, his fingers working against her ass, kneading it. Diane felt his blunt fingernails clawing at the sensitive rims of her nipples next. She grunted and sobbed with pain and humiliation. The combination of the horrible stretching in her cunt and the gouging, tearing pain in her asshole and tits made her mind blanch. All she wanted was to have those feelings increased more and more until the pain and the swelling, spinning knot of tension in her belly swept over her.
"Uhhhhhh!" No more. No more. She couldn't take anymore of this.
She cursed and drooled, her head rolling from side to side. She found herself jerking at the ropes binding her wrists to the rails, loving the chafing sensation around her flesh. The throbbing ache in her tits needed more sensation, more pain, more pulling. Groaning, she protested against his fingers. That, she knew, would make him hurt her more. She was right. Diane let out another animal howl. The twisting, scratching agony in her nipples was like the fire that ran through all her nerves.
Diane thought of Danny, of the way he had left the basement without even checking around. How she hated him now as she felt the lusty bolts of lightning shooting from her clit.
"Oh man, baby, that's it. Gonna do it, gonna do it now!"
Sam was going to dump his load of jizz in her violated pussy! This was how it all would end, her fucked on a crate, roped to a handrail, this filthy man fucking her into oblivion then dumping his jizz into her cunt. Her ass tensed, the asscrack grabbing at his cock hairs.
"Ohhhhh!" Diane growled like a beast, a low, harsh noise that tore at her throat.
The whirling knot of lust in her crotch was about to explode! There was nothing she could do about it! She hated that excitement and longed for it. And, yes, now ... now it was happening! With another howl, Diane braced herself for it, her first big cum!
Chapter Four
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, nooooooooo! God, no, no ... yahghghghhhhh!"
Her climax hit the girl like a thunderbolt! Diane had tried to hold off. But the immense blast furnace of heat in her cunt grew and grew. She heard the squishing of Sam's cock fucking into her cunt, trenching through her guts. And always he was fucking that metal pipe into her asshole, sending more sparks of delight into her pussy. It was too much for the young blonde teenager to handle. Diane gritted her teeth. She had no energy for growling or gasping now. All her will focused onto her pussy, pinpointing around her clit and her nipples and her shitter.
Sam was beating his hands against her lower back. She could feel something very hot and very wet spattering against her cuntal walls.
His jizz! He was fire hosing his cum into her pussy. The girl closed her eyes, feeling that steady pumping in her pussy. Sam was shaking all over her, his fingernails clawing at her sides, leaving long red marks along her ribs. How he hurt her! And yet how much the girl enjoyed that pain, reveling in it while her body still was poised on the fence separating sanity from sexual madness.
"Oh, yeah, yeahhhhh!" Sam growled.
Sam was falling to pieces, hanging onto the girl, slapping her at times while his prick seemed to thicken inside her cunt. With a furious, savage cock-jab, the young janitor fucked deep into her. Those lava-like blasts of cum made her gasp. In a moment she felt her cunt walls crash in like an earthquake.
"Yuaghhghghhhhh!"
The first massive jolt of her cum shattered the girl completely. Her sphincter went into spasms immediately, wringing at the metal tube shoved into her ass. Her hips swerved around and around, making it difficult for Sam to hold onto her properly.
"Fuck it out, bitch, come on and fuck it out," Sam encouraged.
For an instant the girl forgot about the man fucking her and went wild. She heard herself screaming. The terrifying impact of her climax tore through her nipples, her cunt, her asshole. Diane sobbed again, knowing that that cum-spurting, jabbing cockshaft was attached to the crotch of the high school's creepy janitor. But still her cunt milked more and more cum from Sam's prick. Still she thrilled at the touch of his hot, leathery balls as they nested up against her upturned ass.
In a moment, it was all over, reality beginning to seep into her confused, rattled mind.
"Man, that was good fuckin'. Wanted to stick my cock into your mouth. But we can talk about that later," Sam said, pulling up from the girl.
"Later?"
The word escaped her lips involuntarily. She wasn't going to say anything about that until she managed to escape from the basement. No. Her mind was made up. She would never let this man touch her again, no matter what he threatened her with.
"Sure. You're gonna come on over to my place and we're gonna have a good time."
Sam was pulling his prick from her slackening cunt. Diane shivered at that withdrawal, feeling the weird sensation of his prick retreating from her cunthole. Cum dribbled down the backs of her legs.
"God!"
"But right now you gotta get outta here. Got jobs to do around the school. You can understand that, even if you wanna get more fuckin' from me. Right, baby? Man, you still hungry for my cock?"
Sam pulled his fucker all the way out, rubbing his prickhead over her asscheeks. He grinned at her, slapping her playfully across the ass. He paused for a moment, rubbing his stubbly chin with one hand while narrowing his eyes.
"Naw, you ain't ready to be comin' over on your own. You still gotta have some ... incentive. That's what the teachers call it, right?"
"What do you mean?"
Sam only grinned sheepishly at her, putting on his trousers and zipping up. He left his shirt off, his hairy belly overhanging his belt. Moving about in his office, the janitor rummaged through his desk, finally pulling out a Polaroid camera. He sauntered back to the boiler, where Diane remained roped. He checked for film and adjustment, stepping back and aiming the camera at her.
"That's it, baby, smile."
Diane knelt there while Sam took three shots, pulling the film each time from the bottom of the camera. Setting the Polaroid down, he took the film and watched as the images developed.
"Not bad. You wouldn't want your folks to see somethin' like that, would you?"
Diane looked at the pictures, all of them showing her naked with that pipe sticking from her ass. She shuddered, turning from the pictures. They made her feel so sick.
"Didn't think you'd like havin' somethin' like this goin' around the school. So you're gonna be on call, understand? When I want you, you're gonna hop right into the sack. And you're gonna bring whoever I want with you."
"What?"
"Some of your girlfriends. Thought that might be fun. You know, one or two of you struttin' around while I work up somethin' special for me and my buddies."
Diane wouldn't argue with him-not now, with her hands still tied. She bent her head in mute agreement, feeling the ropes more than ever. Sam laughed softly, pulling the bonds from her wrists, then shoving her down from the crate. She tumbled onto her side, striking her head against the metal rail. It was all she could do to get up, gathering her clothes up and holding them modestly in front of her pussy.
"Get dressed in there, then get the fuck out. I gotta check some meters around the gym."
Diane gladly did as she was told, hurriedly putting her clothes back on. Slipping her sandals over her tiny feet, Diane moved past the big janitor, rushing to the stair and climbing quickly. As she closed the door behind her, the girl could hear Sam laughing hellishly at her. How she wanted to throw something down at him! But the best thing was to get away. Maybe he was lying, making her feel awful. Sometimes one fuck was enough for a man like that. She'd heard someone say that once, and just as crudely.
She walked quickly from the basement door, wanting to fall to the floor and sob out her hysterical grief. But somehow she managed to walk to her locker, pull out her books and coat, then quickly walk home. All the way, she prayed that she wouldn't meet Danny or any of her friends. Surely she would break into tears if they started talking to her. How different the world all looked now as she walked into her house, feeling the slick rub of her cuntlips against one another.
Cum! Sam's cum. Thank goodness, her parents weren't home from work yet. Showering, washing the horrid cum from her pussy, Diane couldn't help but think of Sam and what he'd done to her. Moving the bar of soap over her swollen pussy, she thought about the ropes, about the way he had held her and hurt her while fucking his cock into her cunt. There had been incredible pain, yes. But there was also the memory of the delight he had inspired in her body.
Even now Diane could feel the hot rushes of cumming scorch through her veins. Even now as she twisted under the warm shower, feeling the droplets stinging her clit, Diane remembered how delicious it was feeling Sam's cock fucking her. There was no nice, easy necking before with Sam. He'd roped her and raped her. And there was something so deliciously exciting about that. Toweling herself off, Diane felt her face turning red as she thought about it.
Peering through the damp steamy fog on the mirror she saw her lust-contorted face. Oh, she could never let her parents see her like this now! What would they think? Dressing once more, Diane thought of Sam's parting words. He would call her sometime, call her to perform for him. What did he mean?
That evening and the next day passed restlessly for the young girl. At times she thought the phone would ring and she would hear Sam's horrid voice at the other end. Of course, he didn't know her number. But nothing would have surprised Diane at this point. At school she half expected him to come rushing into her classes, pointing a finger and telling what took place in the basement the other day. Nothing of the sort happened. In fact, Diane hadn't seen the janitor for two days.
On the third day, she even managed to fool herself into thinking Sam had probably forgotten her. It was during the afternoon of that day when Diane had just successfully avoided seeing Danny again that she found herself running into Sam. She was near the girl's gym, about to get ready for class there when she encountered the janitor crouched under a fountain, repairing some tubing. Diane stopped, hugging her books to her tits. Had he seen her? She felt as if she'd just encountered something incredibly filthy. Shuddering, the teenager thought about bolting for the door when Sam turned around. He was tapping a wrench lightly against one of the small pipes under the fountain.
"Been busy the last few days. But things are slowin' up," he said, his lips curling up into a slick smile.
There was something in that smile that made Diane's heart sink. She looked around. A few girls were lingering around the double doors leading to the locker room. No one seemed to be paying attention to her.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Been lookin' over them pictures," Sam said, patting one of his pockets. Diane flushed beet red, feeling her knees weaken. "The other night I looked at 'em. Man, I beat my meat thinkin' about your pussy and how good it felt rubbin' up against my prick.
Diane turned a darker red! If he talked any louder, the others would surely overhear him.
"I've got to go!" Diane started to turn from him.
"You ain't goin' nowhere yet. Here's my address."
Sam pulled a wrinkled small white sheet of paper from his right pocket, handing it to her. Again Diane looked around nervously. No one was staring at them. She took it, carefully unfolding the paper. Scrawled in pencil were several numbers and a street name. He lived not far from her parents' home. That thought made her shiver even more.
"Be there around five today."
"But ... but what will I tell my parents? They expect me for dinner and ... "
"Lie. That's what you kids do most of the time today, anyway," Sam said with a shrug. "But you be there, or these pictures are gonna start appearin' on bulletin boards all over the place.
Diane flushed red. He would do it, too. And there would be nothing she could do about it. No one would listen to her.
"All right."
All through gym, Diane felt distracted, playing volleyball clumsily and costing her team many points. All through the remainder of her classes, Diane thought only of Sam and what he was going to do to her. The ideas seemed to go on forever. Calling her mother and telling her she'd be doing some research at the school library for several more hours, Diane crumpled the piece of paper in her hand. She thought about throwing it away more than once and going straight home. But then the image of those three pictures came into her mind once more. She could well imagine the horror on her mother's face.
In the end, Diane found herself going to Sam's house, her heart racing as she turned into the ill-kept yard and opened the gate. The house was one of many in a rather run-down area of Glendale. Dogs barked at her from everywhere, an indication of the crime problem. Old battered cars were parked every which way in the street, several having managed to climb the curbs and station themselves on the patchy lawns. Diane curled her fingers into a fist and knocked quickly at the door. She saw Sam's battered Chevy in the drive and knew he was home. There were footsteps behind the door.
"Yeah, right on time. Baby, everything's right about you," Sam said, opening the screen door and stepping back for her.
Diane moved as if she were in a dream, passing through the doorway and into the room. It was then she realized they weren't alone.
"Who are they?"
"Buddies," Sam explained, shrugging his shoulders. "Told 'em about this hot chick at school and they couldn't keep their pricks in their pants."
Diane looked about the filthy room in terror, feeling a mixture of shame and horror surge through her. There were three guys, all carbon copies of Sam. There was the same air or crudity hanging over them like an aura.
"I didn't ask you to bring anybody. But you got this friend Kathy. That nice-looking redhead. Might ask you to drag her here next time. Be great havin' two pussies to play around with."
Sam kicked the door shut behind her. Diane wheeled around, staring at the bolted door. She wanted to scream.
"Don't bother about yellin' out your lungs," he said, putting one heavy hand on her and spinning the girl back around.
The other men were drinking beer, staring mutely at her with frozen smiles. Diane shuddered.
"There ain't anybody around here. Neighborhood's scheduled to be torn down. Just some Mexicans livin' around the way, and they ain't gonna be callin' nobody."
"No!"
This was more than she'd bargained for. Reluctant to begin with, now she wanted to run. But Sam's right hand was holding her, his fingers hurting her upper arm. He guided her into the living room, his free hand fingering her light-colored blouse. Then, with a single movement, he ripped the garment from her body. Diane yelped, throwing her arms around her tits. The men roared with laughter, two of them spilling beer onto themselves.
"Hey man," one of them said, still laughing while trying to wipe the beer from his Levi's. His long brownish hair was stringy, apparently having not been washed in some time. Diane looked at him with disgust.
"You go lick my buddy clean. He got some beer on himself, and you're gonna clean him up."
"No, I won't. That's filthy, that's ... uhhhhh!"
Sam slapped her hard across the face with his opened hand, drawing it back and back handing her with his knuckles. Diane staggered backward, nearly losing her balance. Someone behind her slapped her ass, forcing her forward. Pushing the hair from her eyes, she moved forward once more, guided by Sam. When she felt his hands press down on her shoulders she bent her knees, dropping to the floor in front of the filthy man.
"Okay, Gus, don't worry about it. Don't have to send nothin' to the cleaners. This number's gonna clean you up. Lick, baby."
"Yeah, and when you get through, lick them boots. Got some beer on them, too."
Diane stared with hatred at Gus, then dropped forward until her lips were pressing against his right thigh. She could taste the beer-soaked denim and choked. Gus was laughing, pushing his fingers through her hair and moving her face back and forth over his knee. Diane groaned, her lips peeling back from the force of his moves.
"Come on, baby, lick it! Lick it real good or I'm gonna have you suck my cock right here!"
The threat was enough! Swallowing more of her pride Diane began lapping at the stained material, tasting the foul flavor of the beer mixed with God only knows what on his Levi's. She licked his jeans until she could feel the heat of his legs against her lips. She knew she was turning him on, and that knowledge terrified her. Diane could only guess what horrors he would put her through if he were sexually excited. Experience with Sam had taught her much.
"Oh, man, I can feel them lips sucking around my prick right now."
To emphasize his point Gus reached down and pulled at her hair, yanking Diane's face suddenly to his fly. She could feel the cock-bulge against her lips and tongue. He was groaning, rubbing her mouth against his prick, hunching up to her as if he were going to shove his cock in her mouth right now!
Diane panicked. She thrust both hands down against the couch he was sitting on and jerked her head back violently. She fell on her ass, wiping her mouth with the back of one hand and staring with anger at him.
"You ain't finished yet, slut. You got them boots," Gus said, pointing imperiously down at his feet.
Diane looked around. If there had been anything to defend herself with, she would have used it. Pushing herself up, the young girl adjusted her bra, feeling the cups binding her tits. Sam moved up behind her, slipping both hands under the white bra strap and pulling back. She screamed, slapping backward at him. She could hear the material tearing under the pressure. He was struggling with the strap back there. And then in another instant the halter was ripped from her body. Her tits sprang out, riding high on her chest, the long red nipples hardening with the chill in the room. Gus rubbed his cock-bulge with one hand. The others murmured in agreement that Diane was a good piece.
"Now, them boots."
Diane struggled with herself, trying to hide her nipples from those men while at the same time bending down and positioning herself over those filthy boots. Her hair hung over her face as she brought her mouth to the rounded tip of the black leather engineering boots. They were filthy. There was dust coating the leather everywhere, and an odd smell coming from the soles. She hesitated. Gus bent down, slapping her atop the head, then twisting his fingers around in her hair and forcing her mouth down onto his boot.
"Uhhhhh!"
He gripped her head, forcing her lips back and forth, back and forth against his boots so hard her teeth scraped over the filthy leather. Diane gagged and spat. But still the big stud forced her to bend to his will. The young teenager gasped, wondering if having those pictures spread around school would have been better than this and what surely was to come!
Chapter Five
Diane lapped around the filthy wells of Gus's boot, cleaning out all the crud that had wedged in there for weeks. Gus's fingers tightened around her skull, threatening to crush it as he moved her face around back to the toe. He rubbed her lips back and forth, laughing as the girl gagged and choked on the filthy leather. Diane thought she would faint. She pressed her palms flat against the sofa, desperately trying to push away from the big stud. Nothing worked.
Gus held her there until he was bored. Then with a quick shove he pushed the young girl from the couch. Diane reeled back, her hands high in the air. Tumbling on her ass, she shook the hair from her eyes and looked around her.
"Just a sample, bitch. Hey, you know, I don't even know the slut's name."
"Diane," she volunteered, drawing her hands over her tits protectively.
"Don't worry," Sam said, observing her move. "We ain't gonna chop off them tits. But we got some serious drinkin' to do. So I'm gonna put you on ice for a while."
"What?"
Sam yanked her roughly off the floor, pushing her toward the kitchen. She tripped over her own feet, regained her balance, then stumbled once more as Sam shoved her forward a second time. She passed the filthy sink then turned. There was a large yellow door to the right. Telling her to stand firm, he unlocked the door, then dragged her forward. Diane stopped at the top of a long wooden stairway. She could smell the dampness wafting from the cellar. Diane shrank back, feeling something evil would happen to her down there.
"Get down there, Diane ... sweet little bitch. We'll be after you in a while."
With that, Sam tore her grip from the nearby refrigerator, pulling her down to the first step, then shoving her the rest of the way. Diane's arms flailed out, her fingers gripping the handrail desperately. It was too late. She stumbled then pitched forward into the darkness.
Her knees struck the wooden steps painfully, her tits slapping together, then beating against her chin as she fell sideways down the steps. Her head banged several times against the wall as she wildly tried to stop her downward momentum. Nothing helped. She was tumbling head over heels, screaming, her hands and legs striking the wall and steps again until she finally came to rest in a crumpled heap at the foot of the stairs.
Diane lay there for several minutes, regaining her sense of balance. It was so cold there. And they had ripped her blouse and bra off! A chill made her shiver. And the fall had hurt her arms and legs. She moved, feeling around her body. Nothing broken. Raising her head somewhat painfully from the cold concrete floor, she looked around. Diane gasped. It was pitch dark in there. She couldn't see her hand in front of her face! They had blacked out the windows, obviously to prevent anyone from peering in. Diane sat up, tentatively stretching out one hand in front of her. She wondered how many other young girls had suffered at Sam's hands. Had they lived through it?
No! She couldn't think of that. Maybe there was some way out of here. For a while, Diane continued to lie huddled in a ball in that cellar. It was so cold and damp. For a moment she thought that perhaps it was nighttime already. But she couldn't have been there that long, could she? Finally the blonde teenager decided to explore the area as best she could.
The walls were slippery, as was the floor. They were of cinder block, as far as she could tell. Diane continued forward, pausing when the claw-like skitter of some small animal made her stop. Rats? She drew both hands to her throat, feeling her hair stand on end. How she hated rats! Were they locking her up down here with them? Would they attack her?
"Oh God!"
Diane drew back, keeping her knees together, folding her hands protectively over her tits once more. She stood there, unsure of what to do. Overhead, she could hear the ceiling squeaking, indications the men were moving around. Oh, if only they would stay up there forever. Perhaps someone would come and find her. Suddenly the idea of coming here made her sick with disgust. What could she possibly accomplish? Sam would hold those pictures over her head forever. In the end he'd probably show them around anyway, just to be evil, ruining her reputation.
Her reverie was broken as the heavy door grated open. She saw black shapes against the yellow light of the kitchen. They were coming down for her.
"Oh, no!" Diane drew back, wishing to God they would have left her alone.
Sam led the pack, flicking on a switch when he got to the bottom of the stairs. Two yellow overhead lights flickered on, adding a sinister glow to the already eerie basement. Diane looked around. She thought she saw several small furry bodies rushing to more darkened corners.
Narrowing her eyes, the girl stared at several strange objects hanging from wooden pegs driven into the walls. There were whips, riding crops, harnesses of various sorts, and other things the girl was completely ignorant of. She continued to keep her arms folded over her naked tits, wondering what device they were going to use on her first.
"You know, this little slut's so fuckin' hot, I bet she wouldn't try to do nothin' about gettin' away no matter what the cost."
Diane looked at him questioningly. She drew her arms together a little more.
"Gus, Burt, get that stool over there. C'mon, baby. You're gonna show my buddies just how hot you are."
Sam took her by the wrist, dragging her toward one side of the room. They stopped. Looking up, Diane saw what appeared to be a set of pulleys bolted to the open-beamed ceiling.
"Get me some rope ... half-inch line, the one with the noose in it."
"Noose?" Diane drew back, her eyes wide, her heart beating fast.
Sam held her firmly, drawing her up against him and moving his hands down to her ass. Then he managed to push her hands away from her tits, gathering up the material of her skirt, fumbling around for the zipper. He undressed her quickly.
The other men moaned approval as they watched those sheer briefs slide down her thighs. Diane felt his hot, calloused fingers cupping her asscheeks, kneading them, spreading them apart then sliding into her asscrack.
She groaned, closing her eyes and remembering how he had fucked the shit out of her before. That pipe in her ass! She could still feel the cold metal ramming into her ass as he fucked his prick in her cunt. The pain in her cherry, the sudden tearing sensation, and then the feeling of his fat cock squeezing down into her pussy. And still, she'd wanted more. Bouncing up and down on his prick, her wrists tied to the railing, her forehead striking that awful boiler, she had wanted more sensation, more of his prick.
"Oh God!" The girl wanted to cover her face in shame.
But Gus had brought the rope while Burt had pushed the stool over to her.
"This is gonna be a real test of the little slut. You know," Sam continued, moving her over to the stool after having peeled her panties off, "she wouldn't even use this if she had a chance to." He was holding a knife up in front of her. Diane almost smiled. She would have gladly stuck it into his belly at this point. "No, she won't, not after she gets another taste of my prick."
"Man, what are you gonna do?" Burt asked.
"Yeah, me and Jack think you're nuts, givin' her that knife."
Sam looked at the rusty blade, twisting it around in front of Diane's face.
"She dug this. Man, she kept backing into it, bouncing her ass up and down while I was pressin' this mother up against her cunt. That's when I knew the little bitch dug S & M, you know?" Sam grinned, holding the flat of the blade against her chin. Diane shivered. "She keeps sayin' she don't dig it. But man, when she gets goin' she could fuck all Goddamned night, long as you got a whip or leather or somethin' like this grindin' up against her."
Sam took her by the shoulders, pulling the girl around until she was in front of the three-legged stool. Burt was threading the rope through one of the pulleys. In a moment the noose swung down, bouncing in front of Diane. The girl forgot about the knife in a moment, her concentration focused on that looped piece of rope in front of her. She gasped, drawing back.
"Move it forward, cunt!"
Diane did as she was told, sliding her ass on the stool until her pussy and asshole were exposed. Sam grunted in approval, reaching around and adjusting the length of the rope until it satisfied him. Signaling to Burt, he had the rope affixed to a nearby hook in the basement wall. He took the noose, slipping it around Diane's neck, tightening it until the hemp began pressing hard against her windpipe. The girl pushed her hands up, trying to get the awful thing off her neck.
"Tie her hands ... no, that's cheatin'," Sam said, pulling her hands down and forcing her to keep them on her knees. "You're gonna have a chance to get even, baby. Yeah, I'm gonna have your hands tied up for a while. But then I'm gonna give you a chance to get even. That's what you want, right?"
Diane remained silent, her expression one of revulsion.
"Tie her up, but not that hard. I'm gonna give this knife to you in a while. You got a choice-get me, or cut that fuckin' rope around your neck. You'll see you won't have much of a choice."
Burt looped a single line of rope around both her wrists, fixing them together in a slipknot and agreeing to untie the girl when Sam told him to.
"Now, we're gonna see just how hot this little bitch is."
Sam pulled down his filthy Levi's, revealing a semi-hard prick. Diane swallowed a lump of fear and excitement. In spite of her hatred, she couldn't help but feel some arousal while staring at his big cock. Sam was moving around, getting in a squatting position and sliding under her. He took her hips, sliding her forward a little more, tucking himself under her. His feet were striking the forward leg of the stool. In a moment Diane stiffened. Something hot and hard and stiff was pressing against her outer cuntlips.
Just at that moment, Burt was tightening the rope until the noose was nearly choking the air from her windpipe. Diane tilted her chin up, gulping in oxygen, feeling her head start to spin.
Gus grunted as he fucked in. "You're tight, but not that tight. Man, this is good, real good and hot, guys. You're all gonna get a chance at pluggin' this slut."
"Ohhhhh!"
Diane felt her cuntlips flattening back as the throbbing prickhead fucked in.
Sam fucked in until his prick was pressing up against her clit. Again Diane gasped, throwing her head to one side, feeling the awful pull of the rope against her neck. That hot, hard prick was starting to hurt her a little. And all the time, that awful noose threatened to choke her. She moved her hands tentatively, feeling the loose ropes still keeping her wrists bound together.
"Oh don't ... please, I'm afraid," Diane whimpered, her feet moving around the foot of the stool.
"You should be, baby. When I start cummin' I'm gonna kick that fuckin' stool out from under you."
Diane stared at the big stud, her face grimacing once when a particularly powerful spasm rushed through her clit. Her legs kicked out.
"That's right, bitch. You're gonna be danglin' from that noose. That's when ... uhhhhh ... when I'm gonna give you the knife. You can get back at me, or cut through the rope. You won't have time to do both."
"No! No!" It was hellish, awful to be put in this situation.
Sam dragged his cock back a little, then up again. It was making her stiffen once more. She tried swallowing, but the rope seemed to tighten even more. She was growing more terrified as Sam started fucking her in earnest. The rope around her neck chafed her white flesh, sending streamers of incredible terror rushing up and down her spine. They were going to hang her right there in the cellar if she wasn't fast enough with the blade. She could imagine herself dangling there, hanging by the rope while he dumped his load of jizz in her pussy and watched her die! Oh, that thought was revolting!
Sam ignored her terror. He kept fucking deep into her, moving his prick back, then fucking forward. Diane felt her cunt stretching wide. Then the ring of her cunt muscles went tight, nearly strangling the janitor's prick.
"Man, oh man, she's hotter than last time," he groaned, moving one hand down to her pussy.
Diane let out a sharp cry, feeling those fingers caressing her cunt. He was rubbing them up and down along the inner surfaces of her outer cunt labes, finally touching her clit while at the same time rubbing up against her inner pussylips. The resulting sensation made Diane relax. The girl felt her ass moving wetly along the splintery top of the stool. Someone behind her was laughing crudely, making terrible remarks about what was happening to her.
Sam pulled his cock out slightly again, drawing a river of cunt juice behind his retreating prick. She felt him tracing the bottom of her cuntal crack. He found the tensed, aching muscles that were guarding her cuntal mouth. Then she felt him resting his cockhead where he was touching. She shivered with more arousal. How odd it was to feel this excited when she knew she might die in the next few minutes!
The girl opened her eyes and found herself staring into Sam's. Those eyes! Hard, dark, unyielding. Like a doll's eyes. If eyes were windows to the soul, Diane shivered to think what condition Sam's soul was in.
"Oh baby, baby, that's good and nice and hot. Yeah, you're a fuckin' turn-on, especially like this," he groaned, starting to fuck into her again.
Diane drew her feet together as much as she could, feeling her thighs tighten around his. His cock was all the way inside her now, filling her pussy to the hilt. She moved her hips, changing the angle her cunt made with Sam's huge cock. He was drawing out when her cuntal muscles spasmed and tightened down on his fuckers, Diane hadn't planned that. It just happened, drawing out a gasp from both him and her.
"Man, she's tightenin' up on me. Christ, the little slut's goin' nuts!"
It was true. Diane couldn't help herself. In a moment she could tell the spasm had passed. The cunt muscles gradually relaxed. And then Sam was easing his cock through the hot folds of her pussy. She felt her pussy tingling, the nerve endings standing up and sputtering with delight as he began fucking her with rhythmic, regular cock-strokes.
"Christ!" Sam groaned, shaking the sweat off his brow. "I'm gonna pop off hard in this little bitch pretty fuckin' soon. Get that Goddamned rope ready to come off her, or she's gonna buy it."
Burt positioned himself behind her as Sam started fucking hard into her pussy. Diane groaned, feeling her insides stretching out around that huge prick. She tensed, waiting for that feeling of him cumming in her. He was well under her ass now, nearly pulling her off that sliding stool. The rope above jerked and jiggled with his violent fucking movements. The fucking position was awkward, but Sam was making more than do. He fucked in deep again, his balls pillowing flat against her ass.
Diane was terribly aware of his hairy, thick-muscled legs rubbing up against hers. She found herself rocking her hips as best she could, adding to the sliding, fucking sensation that was driving her insane. He was squeezing her bouncing tits at times, then bringing his hands down to her thighs for support.
"Oh now, man, now!"
The words sent Diane off into a fiery fever. He was holding onto her, his hands gripping her hard while he threw his head back. At the same time, one foot kicked forward, knocking the stool out from under her.
Diane screamed, her cry cut short by the tightening hemp around her throat! Her eyes bulged, her lips twisted open and nothing coming out. She was strangling, the rope threatening to snap her neck. And still Sam was fucking into her, dumping his spunk, shooting cum into her pussy. The girl cried out, her hands jerking wildly against the ropes binding them together. Burt quickly untied her wrists.
Diane felt something hard slip into her hands. The knife!
"Uhhhhhh!" Her cum was like an exploding nuclear weapon.
Cataclysmic waves of lava-like fire singed her clit, making the cuntal walls slap together again and again. But at the same time Diane felt the oxygen leaving her body. Wild with terror and sexual arousal, the girl swung the rusty knife up in a broad arc, feeling the blade brush up against the hanging rope. Desperately, she sawed it back and forth. Just as she felt herself growing weak, the rope parted. Her body landed hard on his thighs. Sam grunted with approval, finishing her off with several more hard fuck-thrusts until they tumbled sideways on the floor. Diane reached up, pulling the noose from her neck and feeling the dying spasms of her climax.
"That was wild, man," Burt said, wiping his mouth with one hand.
"And there's more, a helluva lot more," Sam said, grinning down at the panting girl.
Chapter Six
It was dark. They had taken Diane outside in the back yard after the sun had set, letting her rest for a while after her latest ordeal. She began to wonder what her parents would think when she didn't come home.
There was no one around. Diane could see that. Sam was right. All the houses nearby that remained standing were dark. Somewhere up the hill, she could make out lights.
"March up that way."
Sam pushed her forward, away from the house. The others were behind, drinking more beer, laughing drunkenly as Diane tried to hide her pussy from them.
"Man, I ain't gonna fuck her, not with all your fuckin' cum in the bitch," Burt complained.
"That's why she's out here. Gotta wash the pig off," Sam answered. "Okay, stop there."
Diane halted, turning around and facing the men and the house. A cool breeze lifted the hair from her narrow shoulders. She drew her hands over her pussy once more. Someone had flipped on the back light. Trembling, Diane shaded her eyes and tried to see them. They were all silhouettes now. Someone was bending down, picking a hose or something up off the ground. It was Sam, holding it, then turning around to one of the others and whispering something to him.
"I got hot and cold water out here-especially for this."
Diane wrinkled up her forehead, unsure what he was talking about. Then a blast of hot water smashed into her rib cage. She opened her mouth in surprise. Sam began directing the stream of scalding water over her body. Diane struggled to keep standing. The dirt around her was getting slick with mud from all the water. She covered her face, concentrating on her balance.
"That's it, man, get her down in the dirt. That's where she fuckin' belongs," Gus said.
"Yeah, down in the mud, just like them pigs," Burt roared.
"No, no, stop it, stop!"
"Sorry baby, but my buddies want you nice and clean. Can't have any of my jizz in there. Gotta clean you up for 'em."
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Diane glared at him. She had had the chance to kill him with that knife, to end her torment. And instead she had used the knife only on the rope. She could have done both things, she thought now as she struggled against the hot water smashing into her tits.
"Yeah, wash the bitch down."
Sam moved the stream down to her ankles, knocking her off balance. With a cry, Diane pitched backward, her hands stretched to either side of her body. She fell heavily onto the mud, sending up a spatter of mud and water into the air. She let out a groan of disgust, wallowing in the slime, trying to regain her balance. But Sam was having too much fun to let her get back in an upright position. He directed the stream at her pussy. The water hit her like a hammer on her flesh, opening up her cuntlips with its force. The girl let out a shriek, throwing her hands over her pussy while scooting her ass back on the mud. But the droplets still came through, stinging her clit, setting a lusty fire that made the young girl grunt and groan.
"Yeah, she's turned on, really on!"
Diane doubled up, her mouth opening wide as arousal paralyzed her. They were right. This horrid blasting against her pussy was knocking the wind from her. Besides that, she was feeling the hot erotic rush of pre-orgasmic spasms stroke her clit again and again. Trying to crawl away from the stream, the girl turned over, rolling onto her belly. Pushing one hand behind the other, Diane tried crawling away. No use. The stream followed. Her long hair tangled around her neck, catching under her arms. She thought of the noose and how it had nearly strangled her. Screaming, she fought with the strands, pushing them away, clawing the wet dirt. This was awful. She rolled half onto her right side, her nipples covered with mud. The spray sent a shower of mud and water into her mouth. Twisting her head around, Diane spat out the horrid mix, coughing, gasping for air while the men laughed.
"Oh yeah, baby, yeah, it's just like cum in your mouth, right?" Sam laughed.
"Yeah, just think of some hot cock fuckin' right up your ass," Gus added.
"Probably just like that pipe you told us about rammin' up into her shitter," Burt joined in.
"Christ, I wanna get into that hot little mouth, too," Jack complained, pushing his stringy black hair from his face.
"Man, you'll all get a chance. Let's just watch how this bitch reacts to this."
Sam shot the water straight up her long thighs. The girl screamed, jerking her ass up in the air. It was like a tongue, like Sam's tongue when he had been licking her pussy and her shitter before. Diane gasped, her eyes widening as the water shot up both holes at once. The girl let out another grunt, digging her heels into the dirt.
"That's it, baby, come on and fuck back at the water. Let's see you get off this way."
Diane covered her face once more, shielding her nose from the spray. She moved her seal-slick body on the dirt, not daring to turn and face the water. The force of that hot stream would surely drown her. She felt her flesh stinging from the constant washing. She tried to turn sideways, keeping her back toward the house.
Sam ran the hose around his feet, stepping toward her. The others followed, pointing, laughing, watching as they drank their beer. Again the girl tried keeping her face and tits away. But there was no chance of escaping Sam and the awful stream.
"Yeah, man, she's fuckin' beautiful crawlin' around in the dirt like that," Jack commented.
"Christ, I could fuck the bitch now," Gus added, drinking more beer.
"She's good and tight, man. Even though I fucked her twice, she's almost like some virgin."
"Christ, man, just thinkin' about that makes my cock hard," Gus commented.
Diane heard the awful conversation above the roar of the water. They were all going to have her in various ways. She groaned, curling her fingers in the mud and feeling the soft filth flow up to her knuckles. She sobbed, twisting around, feeling her ass sink into the mud. Sam blasted the stream against her tits. He nipples were driven into the firm flesh of her tits. She felt the whole mass of each round tit aching with arousal. Oh yes, yes, the men, the water, her situation, the mud-everything made her so hot! She panted as much from excitement as from the battle with the hose.
"Uhhhhh!"
Diane put her hands over her face. The shame of feeling herself crawl around naked in front of these men made her want to surrender. Her defiance of them had faded. She lay flat on her back now, her shoulders sinking into the mud. She wept as Sam played the hose from her tits to her cunt.
The incredible heavy rush of water on her clit and cunthole made Diane's hips rise and fall in fucking movements. Diane cried out in a mixture of shame and Just, letting her raised knees fall open. It was like getting fucked. Again she thought of Sam, of the way he had fucked her several days before, and the way he had fucked her this evening.
She was being raped again. Only this time it was water doing the job! Her hips still rolled, moving her body from side to side while the janitor kept playing the heavy, hot stream up and down her slick body.
"Nooooo!"
Every time Diane put her hands over her cunt, Sam moved the stream to her asshole or her nipples. The splashing water bounced off her tits, blasting into her nostrils and mouth. Diane turned her head, coughing and gasping for air.
"No, stop!"
She put her hand up, feeling the stream striking her opened palm. With the other hand, the girl tried covering her pussy once more. She couldn't, however, hide the lascivious heat from them. She knew they could see her arousal, could tell she was overheating. The sheer power of the water beat her flesh into a kind of eagerness for more.
Diane put her fist in her mouth, gnawing at her knuckles. No matter how much the hosing had affected her she didn't want to wind up screaming some obscenities that would amuse Sam and his buddies even more.
"That's it, baby, fuck it back, fuck it back all the way!"
Sam was playing the hose down on her ass now, reddening those asscheeks as if he'd been slapping her again and again. Diane rutted, knowing it wouldn't be too long before the climax building deep inside her would go off. She closed her eyes and lay there, completely exposed to the water. She hoped the men would stop when she started to cum. If Sam kept on, she knew she wouldn't be able to resist anything he did to her until her orgasm tapered.
"Uhhhh ... ooooooohhhhh!"
Diane found herself shamelessly twisting her hips. She was looking for the stream, actually hoping to find a part of it stronger than the other parts to fuel the hot excitement burning between her thighs.
She knew all the sweat and cum had been washed off now. She wanted to feel that tremendous feeling of orgasm once again. She wanted that vibrating release that would tear through all her muscles, sending her up in the clouds. Sam was taking careful aim with the hose. His movements added to the lust surging through Diane's body.
"Oh no, no, no!"
Again the hose blasted the water across her rippling belly and onto her tits, this time toying with her nipples a little longer. Diane groaned, digging her heels into the mud and throwing her head around. She could feel the wet tangles of her hair once again around her throat. She raised one hand weakly, pushing them away.
"She gonna cum with this thing?" Burt said, nodding at the hose.
"Probably. But I'm gonna make it long and hard on the slut," he answered.
"Ain't never seen anything like it," Jack said, shaking his head and downing more beer.
"This is a super bitch, man. She'd cum with a fuckin' fire hydrant, I bet," Gus added.
Sam laughed, moving the water back down to her cunt again. This time the droplets stung the flesh around her clit. Diane thought it felt like a mouth sucking and licking at the whole top of her cunt-mound. She groaned, tensing herself like a tightly drawn bow, hoping to rush herself into orgasm.
Diane could have cried with frustration. Sam kept moving the hose away from her pussy just at the moment she thought she was going to pop. She curled her fingers, digging the nails into her palms until they left creases. The water bounced away from her thighs, only deflected drops touching her clit. She growled, clenching her teeth until they threatened to break from the pressure. She could feel the foul mud easing up into her asscrack, pressing into her shitter. And still she wallowed like a rutting pig in the mud, wanting that water striking her clit once again.
Diane levered her ass up, putting her hands on her asscheeks shamelessly and seeking out the stream. All the men laughed at her, watching as she spread herself for the invading stream. Once again modesty had been thrown to the winds. All she could think about was fucking-fucking that water, fucking men, fucking anything to get rid of that itchy pressure driving her mad.
Her hips rolled and circled, seeking out that last bit of hot sensuality that would push her over the edge. Suddenly the water stopped. Diane ground her teeth again, crying out. She could hear something hitting the ground. The hose. Then there was the was the sound of water rushing again. Another hose!
"Aghghhhh!"
Ice water! Or so it seemed! Diane felt her pussy clench closed like a fist. Someone-Burt, she thought-took up the hot hose and directed the water in her face. She cried out. Hot and cold against her body turned Diane into a rutting sex machine. She couldn't control herself, thrashing in the mud while Sam played that awful stream on her.
"Man, she's gettin' there. She can't stop it, buddy. She's goin' for it," Gus said excitedly, clapping Sam on the shoulder.
"Christ, she's gonna fuckin' cum all over the place!" Jack cried, stroking his prick through his Levi's.
Diane rolled onto her belly once more, hammering her fists against the ground. How she loathed herself for acting this way.
The cold stream of water seemed to flow even harder than the hot one had. Both played over her body, the cold one always returning to her pussy. Diane couldn't believe how much the tension increased because of that freezing. Her cunt clenching lasted for all this time, drawing the strength from her until she felt weak. The freezing water held her pussy spasm at the unbearable height of each pulse for seconds at a time. She couldn't even let her other muscles feel the tearing waves of cum until the icy blast moved from her pussy.
"Noooo!"
When it blasted across her tits, Diane thought the freezing would strangle her. She brought her hands up to her throat. It was almost like having that dreadful rope around her windpipe once again.
"Man, that's it! She's goin' for it."
It was true. Diane fought for her hard-won breaths and felt her cunt clamping down on thin air. Her whole chest spasmed as she battled against the terrifying chill of the second hose. She heard the men laughing at her. But nothing mattered at this point. All she wanted was to have those awful streams stop.
The girl cried out against her tormentors as she rolled onto her ass once more and confronted them. She was out of control. Diane shrieked again. The water and the gut-wrenching burst of her cum wouldn't let her do anything more than scream out a mindless torrent of words. Pitching herself back, the teenager writhed on the ground. She knew her mind was fading out even as she tried to get control of her body. The sound of the water drowned out the guys' laughter and the curses. She rolled over, feeling those twin streams blasting against the spasming ring of her shitter muscles. Again Diane thought of that pipe Sam had fucked up her ass that afternoon in the boiler room.
"Uhhhhh!"
Diane clawed the dirt, dragging herself away from the four men. Her flesh felt painfully tight, stretched over her bones and muscles by the chilly water. The hardness of her nipples seemed to hurt. But it was a hurt that spasmed deliriously with the climax tearing her pussy apart. Diane gasped, stretching out both hands in front of her into the darkness.
The water hoses forced water at her shoulders, pinning the girl to the ground. The hot and cold drove her into an endless whirl of sexual explosions. Diane's body spasmed as a massive cuntal jolt took her breath away. She thought the whole world crashed down, smashing into her pussy.
The water stopped. Diane lay there, panting like a tormented beast. Her pussy muscles were still clenching, milking at nothing. The girl could hear the sucking sound of boots sinking into mud. They were coming for her again.
"Uhhhhh!"
"We hosed her down enough. Get the bitch back down into the cellar and towel her off," Sam ordered, bending down and coiling both hoses.
Diane could hardly walk. Her feet tangled up with one another. In the end Gus and Jack had to carry her, dragging her to the house. At this point, it hadn't occurred to Diane to shout for help. She was simply too weak, too defeated to raise any kind of defense.
"Fuck, she's soakin' down my shirt," Jack complained, pushing her away.
"Man, you're gonna get into the slut. Don't complain so much," Burt said, following the three of them.
"Yeah, come on and let's get her downstairs before Sam comes down. We can finish up in the little bitch before he comes back."
Diane's head lolled. She caught glimpses of overhead light globes. Someone was carrying her through the kitchen, back down the steps. Jack? Burt? It didn't matter. She felt her arms dangling lifelessly at her sides. The echoing walls of the narrow staircase amplified the breathing of the men who held her. They were going back down into the basement. She groaned, raising one hand to her forehead. She could feel her toes banging against the wooden wall of the cellar stairwell. There was that damp smell again!
"Down over there."
Jack held her completely now, draping her arm over his neck and pulling her back toward that awful stool on which she'd been cruelly fucked by Sam. He sat her down there, moving behind her to make certain she wouldn't fall backward. Diane groaned, shaking her head, trying to bring some sense of consciousness back.
Gus was in front of her suddenly, holding what appeared to be a red rubber ball. There were straps dangling from either side. In a moment he was shoving the thing against her lips, telling her to open her mouth. When she refused, he jammed it in, nearly gagging her with it. Diane bit down on the foul-tasting latex, realizing that no matter how shameful her ordeal had been so far, the true test of her endurance was about to come.
Chapter Seven
"Mffffffff!"
Diane stared at her tormentors as Gus shoved the red rubber ball into her mouth. It rolled up behind her teeth, prying her lips widely apart. Gus stretched the two black leather straps around her head, fastening them tightly behind her skull. It was impossible for her to say a word. She muttered something behind the gag, feeling her saliva gathering in a pool at the back of her tongue. Diane could barely swallow to keep from drowning in her own spit.
"Now, get her legs, man. Let's buckle her fuckin' ankles to her wrists. That way, she won't be able to move around so much," Jack suggested.
"Yeah. She's a real snapper. Don't want her knockin' one of us off during some serious fuckin'," Burt agreed.
Gus grunted, moving to the left and opening the doors of a large battered green metal cabinet. Diane sat there, beads of cold sweat gathering on her forehead as she heard Gus rummaging around. The girl heard the sound of metal clanking against the iron shelves. In a moment he brought out two sets of cuffs with several links and locks attached to them.
"Put your hands behind your fuckin' back, baby," Gus ordered.
Diane quickly moved her hands behind her, keeping her wrists together as Gus stepped behind her and slipped the cuffs onto her wrists. The cold metal clamped hard against her flesh, binding her arms to one another.
"Now the feet. Get up."
Diane stood, her head hanging down, a feeling of intense shame brushing over her. Gus made her kneel, then forced her down onto her face, Jack putting one booted foot on the back of her neck while his buddy drew both her ankles back-back until the heels of her feet touched her fingers. The big man cuffed her ankles together, then attached those braces to the restraints binding her wrists. Diane sobbed into her gag, the tension in her arms and legs growing.
"She ain't gonna go nowhere now," Gus said, getting up and admiring his handiwork. He looked around, seeing Jack and Burt rubbing their crotches and licking their lips. It was obvious what they had in mind.
"No you don't, fuckers. My turn first," Gus said, pushing them to one side.
Diane felt like a piece of meat being tossed into a lions' den. They were all going to jump her and fuck her. She groaned, arching her back, trying to shout out her anger and distress and frustration.
Gus unzipped his jeans, opening his belt and shoving down his pants. His cock was long and skinny, much longer than Sam's cock. He began working his fingers up and down his cockrod, jerking it, making it stiff. Diane watched silently, chomping down on the ball and actually wanting Sam to reappear. Maybe he would stop this gang rape before it got out of hand.
Gus was suddenly on top of her, his fingers fanning out over her belly. The nails creased her flesh as he took in her nakedness. He was obviously savoring every second of this, licking his lips, staring wide-eyed at her tits. Smoothing his hands up, Gus cupped them over her tits, squeezing them, laughing as her nipples popped between his third and fourth fingers.
"Man, I can see why the fuck Sam wanted to keep you to himself."
"Stick it in her, man, so we can get a chance to fuck the bitch," Burt prodded.
"Gimme a break," Gus growled.
Diane felt filthy. He was touching her all over, making her feel degraded with his fingers.; At times she could feel his cock bouncing up against her ass. And there was nothing she could do or say. The gag kept her from uttering anything more than grunts. And those cuffs pulled her arms and legs back behind her spine, making the present position of being draped on her back over the stool extremely painful and awkward.
The hands continued crawling up along the flatness of her belly, making her wriggle maddeningly. And then he was on top of her, his knees bumping against her splayed, tied-back thighs. The blunt-nosed cockhead shoved up against her cuntlips, stretching them apart, fucking into her cunthole. Diane let out a gasp, choking on her spit as his prick filled her hot tight cunt to overflowing. Diane still writhed helplessly under him, the searing pain of the bonds and his weight against her arms and legs killing her.
His hands moved to her arms, purposely pulling at them, tugging her wrists against those awful bonds. Her shoulders ached from the pressure, threatening to pop at times. And all the while Gus was panting in her face, breathing heavily like some rutting animal while fucking her. The blonde teenager felt every fleshy ridge of his prick as her nerve endings transmitted the shape and size of that long thin prick buried inside her pussy.
Thoughts of Sam of his thick cunt-splitter, raced through her head. How different Gus was. And yet he was bringing up those forbidden spasms of pleasure through her, just as the janitor had. Her shoulder blades pressed achingly hard against the cold concrete floor. He was fucking her like some kind of animal. That didn't matter to him. And secretly, it didn't matter to her, either. She gasped into the latex gag as the swollen cock tried to fuck in deeper. Diane found herself sucking in a deep breath through her nostrils with a whistling, wheezing sound. The men laughed at her attempts, kicking her at times while their buddy continued to fuck her.
Closing her eyes, the girl gave in to the wild hot spasms pinching her clit. Gus felt her pussy milking his prick. She held her breath, feeling the long prick slowly pull out. He was easing back, back, letting her feel the extent of his fucking. The other men gathered around in a circle, now having taken their cocks out and jerking them while watching Gus fuck her.
"Fuck her, man, plug the pig-bitch good!" Jack said, twisting his fingers around his cockhead.
When Diane thought he was going to stop fucking her by pulling out, Gus fucked back in once more. In and out, in and out, just as Sam had fucked her. In a moment the girl felt her hips rotating from side to side against his thighs. She could feel more hot tears welling up under her eyelids as Gus fucked deep into her pussy, his fingers clutching at her hips. There were times when he gathered her flesh into little balls under his fingers, pinching her and hurting her while his prick trenched out her swampy, fuzzy fuckhole.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
"Oh baby, baby, you're nice and tight and hot and fine down there," Gus moaned.
He bent low, mouthing her tits, then sucking hard at her nipples. Diane watched, feeling her flesh tingle with delight at that touch. The feel of those large square front teeth nipping at her tit tips drove her wild. Gus sucked and tongued her tits while fucking into her cunt. The wet sounds of their bodies sliding over one another filled the cellar. Jack and Burt drew even closer, jacking off, watching with wide, sex-crazed eyes as their buddy fucked Diane into oblivion.
Diane felt Gus pulling away from her tits. His fingers began pinching and twisting her nipples, hurting the sensitive tit tips, threatening to tear them off. She arched her spine again, wallowing her shoulder blades against the concrete floor. Oh, how her shoulders, arms and legs ached from that obscene tied-back position. The cuffs chafed her wrists and ankles. At times the girl felt her muscles cramp mercilessly as the big stud fucked her. Somehow she managed to stay in control, forcing her body to remain relaxed. His hands began slapping her ass.
"Uh!"
"Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!" Jack chanted, licking his lips.
"Man, fuck it into her. Fuck it in and make her cum her brains out!" Burt chanted.
"Oh man, she's gonna do that soon. Uhhhh ... can feel her pussy grabbin' up against my prick. Christ, when that happens, the broad's ready to pop!"
Diane felt her mind sinking into a dim red haze of semi-consciousness as she felt Gus kneading her flesh all over. He was fucking her more brutally now, his fuck-thrusts knocking her bound body off the stool. At times she felt her skull beating against one of the legs of the stool.
"Oh, fuck it out, bitch, fuck it out with that cunt, yeahhhhhh!"
"She doin' it yet?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, she goin' for it? Poppin' off?" Burt asked.
"No, not yet, man, but ... uhhhh ... she's hot, ready to cum!"
Diane was ready to cum. The brutal fucking, the sensation of those cuffs binding her wrists and ankles together, everything was contributing to her high state of arousal. Although she had cum, that climax was only a preliminary one to this. Nothing could compare with a cum brought on by a good, hard fuck. Diane blushed furiously at the thought. What on earth had happened to her? She had turned from a sweet teenager to a rutting slut in a few moments. No, no, she still had to keep some bit of morality, even in this hell.
Diane gasped, tears running down her cheeks as she felt his prick swell inside her. Gus was tugging at her bonds again, laughing at her while he pulled her arms and legs against the cuffs. Diane strained against the metal, feeling it cut deep into her flesh as Gus fucked furiously into her pussy.
"Oh fuck, fuck, man! She's gonna make it!"
Her soft whimpering became much louder as Gus entered his final fucking round.
"Fuck 'er, fuck 'er!" Jack and Burt urged.
The chorus swelled into a chant as Gus pounded his ass hard, fucking the sobbing girl brutally. Instinctively, Diane knew he was going to shoot his jizz inside her. His hot, sticky cum was going to clog her pussy. Her soft whimpers turned into gagged cries as she began realizing she was physically enjoying what he was doing to her.
Oh, God, she loved it-loved this fucking as much as she had loved getting raped by Sam! There was the brutality and humiliation of it. But something in her was responding wildly to this awful stimulation. And there was nothing Diane could do about it. That dark force made her clit vibrate, made the juices seep from her velvety cuntal lining and coat his cock and balls. She twisted on the floor, even enjoying the aching tugging of those bonds as the animal grunted and panted on top of her.
Yes, yes, yes, she thought, feeling her own climax mounting higher and higher. It felt good, so good.
"Yeah, move it, move it around like that, baby. That's it, make me cum like you made Sam cum," Gus said eagerly.
Diane felt that ceaselessly fucking cock keep up its chugging trip. Gus pounded his cock even faster, his hands sliding up now under her ass and raising it off the floor. Diane was going crazy with sensations as that cock fucked hard in her seething cunt. In her mind, she confused Sam and Gus, thinking both were fucking her at the same time. Oh, how delicious that would be-both men fucking her at the same time as she came and came and came! Diane twisted in her bonds, laughing through her gag.
Gus's hands gripped her asscheeks all the more tightly. He was squeezing her asscheeks, kneading and pulling and tugging at her ass. Gus was making guttural sounds, his lips sucking hard at her neck, then moving back to her nipples. There were times when she thought his teeth would tear off her nipples. Diane felt incredible lewd rushes of hot-chilly flashes attack her pussy.
The veins stood out against her neck while her muscles and tendons bulged against her sweat-slicked flesh. She was going to cum! Oh God in heaven, she was going to cum with this man's prick in her pussy. And how good it seemed!
"Yghghghhfhfhhfhfhhff!"
Diane howled with lust and pain and frustration, twisting in her bonds. Her body quaked and shivered with fuck-need while her ass danced and shivered in Gus's hands.
"Fuck!" Gus yelped.
He was cumming, exploding like a bomb inside her. Diane arched her spine, biting down hard on the gagging latex ball as she came and came and came! Diane felt the throbbing, hot sensation in her pussy completely overwhelm her.
Burt lost control of his twitching cock, sending streamers of his cum oozing into her hair and onto her face. He was covering her with jizz, drowning her in it while they kept her gagged and bound down here in the cellar.
The violent fucking seemed to on and on. She twisted and bucked like a mad woman, trying to drag out more sensations from his prick. Finally, Gus panted, bracing his hands on either side of the girl and pulling out. Diane grunted, feeling her cuntal walls shrinking back together behind the retreating prickhead. She felt like a woman pounded into the dirt by this awful man. And there was drying cum in her blonde hair, cum from Burt's prick.
"Man, man, lost it! Goddamn it, lost my fuckin' cum right on the slut's face!" Burt said.
"I still got mine," Jack said, clamping his fingers around his cock and holding his jizz back.
Raising one foot, he slid the toe of his boot under her ribs, forcing the girl over onto her belly. It was an easier position, Diane thought. At least she wasn't lying on her bound hands and feet. Jack was about to ass-fuck her when Sam entered the basement.
"Havin' a little fun with the slut, eh? Not bad. She a good fuck?" he asked, nodding at Gus, who was busily zipping up his Levi's.
"The best, man. Even when she's down and tied up like that, she keeps movin' around like she's gotta or she's gonna croak," he said.
"Yeah, and I wanna get a touch of that right now," Jack answered.
He was on his knees, spreading her asscheeks apart until he could see the gray-pink puckered ring of her shitter. Diane gulped. She had had that awful metal thing up her ass the first time Sam had fucked her. But what would it be like having a man's prick up there?
"Wait. We gotta have some more fun with the slut first. Then you can plug her anywhere you want," Sam said, laying a restraining hand on Jack's shoulder.
Jack muttered something in disappointment, shoving his cock back into his trousers and standing up. Diane sighed with some relief.
"In fact, maybe we got another hole we can get her to take care of your prick with. You dig gettin' sucked off, don'tcha?"
"Oh yeah, yeah," Jack said, his eyes lighting up as he saw what Sam was driving at. "But she's got that fuckin' gag in her mouth. I'd sure like to have that pretty little mouth stretched around my prick."
"No problem, then. Come on, let's string the slut up, then we'll take care of that cock."
They treated her like some sack of potatoes, dragging her face-down over the floor until they had positioned her under those pulleys again. There was more shuffling around. Someone-Jack, Diane thought-gathered more rope. Someone was threading the pulley, then bringing down the rope. Sam fastened the line around her cuffs, threading it carefully through the metal bonds and attaching it with a double figure-eight knot.
"Okay, Gus, pull that mother. Let's haul the slut off the floor."
There was the sound of groaning rope. Then Diane felt the tension increase around her wrists and ankles. Her arms and legs were being pulled together as the rope attached to the pulley began to tighten. Gus groaned, tightening his grip around the line. Slowly, painfully, Diane's body was raised from the floor. The tension around her arms and legs increased tremendously, heightened by the weight of her body. In another moment Diane found herself dangling several feet off the floor, her heels pressing into the palms of her hands. Her belly and hips sagged downward, while her head dangled down. The pulling tension was terrible. The cuffs were cutting into her flesh now like tiny knife blades.
"Okay, take out the gag," Sam said.
Jack reached forward, unfastening the buckle behind her head. Diane gulped, feeling the ball roll forward. Then Jack pulled it from her jaw, stuffing it in his back pocket, then wiping her spit off his fingers.
"Got somethin' else to stuff in that pretty little mouth. Gonna taste a whole lot better."
His words were strained as he smoothed his fingers on either side of her mouth.
"No, don't. Don't make me ... suck that thing!" Diane cried out.
It was all she could do to talk coherently. The pain was terrible. The strain against her shoulders and arms was maddening. Jack only laughed at her distress, fanning his fingers around her lips, then pressing them hard against each side of her jaw. Diane shuddered at the resulting pain.
"That's what's gonna happen-and more, if you don't cooperate. You're gonna suck me dry, baby, clean up my tubes. And it's gonna feel so good," Jack said, pulling out his cock once more.
Diane looked at his cock and swallowed. Yet one more humiliation to endure.
Chapter Eight
Jack held her by the shoulders, butting his prickhead against her lips. At first Diane still resisted him, keeping her mouth closed, fearing to open her lips. But then Jack threatened her with that awful pain again. She remembered how his fingers seemed to shatter her jawbone. No, she couldn't take that kind of pain for long. Reluctantly, the girl opened her mouth, swallowing hard, ready to take that long, thick cock. It was the largest cock she'd ever seen.
"Take it, bitch-suck it down and swing on that mother!"
"Ohhhhh, God!"
Maybe if she sucked him off as well as she could they would take her down from this painful, hanging position. Her shoulder joints were aching so much she thought they would tear. Jack bent his knees, shoving his thighs forward. His prick slipped over her tongue, moving over her lower front teeth, quickly filling Diane's mouth. The young woman swallowed hard, her eyes wide, crossed as she tried to look at the cock fucking into her mouth. In a moment she could taste the bleachy flavor of his cum. Instinctively, the young girl closed her mouth, pressing her full red lips against his cockshaft. Jack gulped, throwing his head back, fanning his fingers around her face.
"Man, oh man, it's real good, real good havin' her mouth on my cock."
Jack fucked his prick back and forth in the young girl's throat. In another moment Diane felt his balls pressing up against her chin, his cock hairs tickling her nose. She smelled the hair and sweat in his crotch. That odor triggered her once more into heat. Good God, what was she becoming? A nympho?
"That's it, baby, move that tongue around ... just like that, under my cock!"
Diane did what she thought was right, rubbing her tongue back and forth over that funny thick tube that ran the length of his prick. Jack kept moaning and gasping, his fingers tightening around her skull so much Diane thought he would surely crush it.
"Fuck, fuck it out!"
Jack pulled his prick nearly all the way out, resting the fat, greasy, meaty cockhead on her pouty lower lip. Diane kept sucking as hard as she could, her cheeks caving in. At times she wriggled her tongue around against that tight scar just under his prickhead. That made Jack all the more excited. He rutted and groaned, twisting his thighs around, fucking his dick back into her mouth and keeping it lodged in her throat.
Diane could feel that throbbing cock brushing over the insides of her cheeks faster now. At times his fucking prick made them bulge out. Her tongue laved over the underside, flicking again and again against the thick cum tube. She shuddered, knowing that his jizz would be shooting down in her throat if she brought him off in her mouth.
"Do it, man, do it. Come on, take that mother down in your throat! Oh yeah, yeah, it's somethin' else havin' that slut mouth-fuck me."
Diane couldn't stop now if she wanted to. Jack was tightening his grip on her head, bending his knees a little more and fucking hard and deep down into her throat. It was all she could do to swallow her own spit to keep from drowning in it. His pre-cum coated her cheeks and throat, making her swallow more. Then he drew back slowly, watching her, fucking his prick back into her mouth while his body shuddered with lust.
"Ohhhhhhhh, clamp down hard, baby, that's it, clamp down real hard and make me feel goooooood!"
Diane did as she was told, the rope groaning above her and threatening to part. She felt that fleshy cockhead pushing back over her tongue, going farther and farther toward the back of her mouth. She inhaled sharply through her flared nostrils. In a moment his cock was back all the way in, his prickhead sliding down her throat. It was almost impossible for her to breathe! She let out a groan, shaking her head, thinking for one mad second she was going to choke to death on his prickmeat.
Jack paused, then pulled his prick out again. He fucked her mouth harder now, his groin bumping against her face again and again. At times he flattened her nose with his crotch, moaning to her, grunting about how good and hot and tight her mouth was-just like a virgin's pussy.
"Man, gonna do it! Gonna fuck that mouth and dump my load."
"Noooofffff!" Diane screamed, the thought of having that man's cum in her mouth frightening her terribly.
She could feel that cock throbbing between her lips, fucking powerfully in and out of her mouth. And then she felt a hot, milky droplet oozing onto the tip of her tongue. Then Jack shoved his hips upward, burying the blood-filled prick in her throat.
"Uhhhh ... doin' it now! Oh man, man, gonna pop off in the bitch's mouth now!"
Diane felt powerful jets of his jizz against the back of her tongue, against her cheeks. His cock was bathing the insides of her mouth completely with a flat-tasting, slimy liquid. He was cumming in her mouth! He had his cock almost to her throat and she could feel the power of his cock as it spat out the potent jizz. She was dazed, shivering there in her ropes. She closed her mouth down around the jumping prick and sucked for all she was worth. The cockshaft pulsed mightily as more and more cum shot out. She swallowed, then swallowed again. Diane could feel the sticky globs of cum clinging in her throat. She could smell cum in her nostrils.
She didn't care at this point. She wanted to suck that animal off now. It was yet another step down in her degradation. These men were leading her into hell, and she was skipping all the way.
"Do it, do it, baby, suck it!"
He was driving her mad with that gushing jizz. And nothing was down there in her pussy. Nothing was stimulating her, filling her cunt as a dangerous need began to throb down there between her bound, spread legs. She was breathing funny. It must be his cum, his prick. Diane knew that steamy strings of jizz were dripping from the corners of her lips. Jack plunged his hips up again and Diane groaned, feeling the fat cockhead pounding against her tonsils. Oh, he had filled her mouth with his cock, his cum! And how she loved it! How she loved it all!
Jack smoothed his hand over her face, rubbing his fingertips over the girl's lips, then slowly pulling his prick from her mouth.
"Man, good head. That's fuckin' good head you whipped on me," Jack said, wiping his cummy cockhead up against her pretty lips.
"Oh God, God, what have I done?" Diane whispered to herself, closing her eyes once again in defeat.
Reality trickled in the form of pain in her wrists and ankles. She felt the rope binding her, felt the weight of her body pulling down hard against the cuffs binding her wrists and ankles together. Spitting out the remainder of the spit-and-cum mixture, the young teenager waited for her next order. She knew Sam had more planned for her.
"Man, she's somethin' else. The more you hand her, the more she wants," Burt said, shaking his head. "Get the slut down. She's been hanging up there long enough. Let her rest. I need some more beer. This shit's takin' it outta me."
Diane felt the rope being unfastened, her body being lowered to the floor. Someone was untying the rope, unfastening the cuffs, then gently lowering her hands and feet to the floor. She groaned, rubbing her wrists together. How good it felt to be down from that horrid position. Sam gathered her up in his arms, pulling her along the floor. Diane was near a faint, unable to move, it seemed, without help. All the beating and fucking and sucking had taken the strength and will from her.
"Oh, don't tie me up again! Please, I don't think I could take it."
"Don't worry your pretty little head about that, baby. You're gonna be able to stand around, and no ropes this time." He grinned maliciously. "I promise!"
There was something fishy about his promise. She looked at him askance, her eyes then moving around the basement.
"Right there. That's where you're gonna be for a while."
"No!"
A coffin! It was an old wooden coffin standing back at a thirty-degree angle from the floor. Diane felt a surge of resistance rise in her. Twisting free, she limped to one side of the big stud, shaking her head fiercely from side to side. No. No one would put her in one of those terrible things. They were for the dead. And certainly Diane knew she wasn't one of those ... yet!
"No, no, don't!"
Sam grabbed her tightly around the waist, hugging her to his body. His hands were like iron bands, knocking the wind from her. Diane went wild, struggling, fighting and kicking and biting. But Sam was stronger, carrying her to the coffin. Jack opened the lid, standing to one side like some grinning undertaker. Diane kicked both feet against the wooden coffin, nearly knocking it from its prop. Sam slapped her, stunning the teenager for a moment. That was all he needed. Twisting around, he placed the moaning girl in the coffin.
Diane felt the wooden backing against her naked ass. She came to life once more, thrusting out both hands and savagely beating her fists against the closing lid. The last thing she saw before darkness enveloped her were Jack's and Sam's leering faces.
"Don't go nowhere, baby. We'll be back ... maybe," Sam said, snapping the lid shut.
"Yaghghhghhhh!"
Diane thought she would lose her mind for a moment. It was like being buried alive. All those Edgar Allan Poe stories came back to her now as she lay in the wooden casket.
She could hardly move. Outside, Diane could hear the men laughing, some of them kicking the wood and bringing cries of helpless horror to her lips. She felt the rough wood pressing against her arms. It was then the young girl realized she might suffocate in there. Again she was threatened with the lack of oxygen! Struggling, Diane managed to get her hands up to her tits. Desperately, she flattened her fingers and palms against the front of the coffin, pushing outward as hard as she could. The girl puffed with the effort, her face beading with perspiration. Nothing seemed to work. Nothing could budge that heavy pine door that remained shut in her face.
"Help! Oh, God in heaven, someone help me!" she cried.
But the breaths of her shout puffed back in her face. Realizing she was using up precious oxygen, Diane remained quiet, listening to her own breaths. She could count them and wondered how many she had left before she would run out of air.
It was then the girl became aware of tiny holes drilled into the sides and front of the casket. At times she could feel puffs of cool, damp air against her flesh. There were enough of them, she guessed, to keep her alive if she were to remain quiet. Diane closed her eyes and murmured a prayer of thanks.
"I won't die ... I won't die," she said over and over again.
Calming herself, the blonde lay back, closing her eyes and thinking over what had happened to her. She had gone to the school basement so innocently to meet a new boyfriend and finally wound up here, bound, trussed, beaten and raped by these strangers. What was more bizarre was the way she had reacted to it. Diane found herself looking forward to each new torment, each new humiliation.
She sobbed, turning her head to one side and breathing in the humid, stale air of the coffin. Her pussy bubbled, and she could still taste Jack's cum in her mouth. They had laughed at her as she dangled there bound and hanging from the ceiling, sucking cock and drinking jizz.
These and similar thoughts flashed through her mind as Diane lay there in the slanted coffin, waiting for her tormentors to come down again. In time they did. She could hear the muffled footsteps through the wood. Diane tensed, her heart starting to beat quickly again. Pressing her fingers against the coffin lid, Diane waited, her senses fully aroused as the men surrounded the casket.
Scraping sounds! What was going on out there? She couldn't hear them talking any longer. Diane lay very still, hearing only her beating heart and the rushing of her pulse.
"Oh!"
Something sharp struck her belly. She slapped her ass back against the wood, sucking in her belly. Her eyes had begun to get used to the extreme darkness. Seeing the tiny holes well now, the girl looked down and saw something poking through one of those tiny openings. It looked like a needle!
"Noooo!"
There was no answer from the outside. Whatever had tried piercing her belly was drawn back quickly. More long moments passed. Then the scraping sound began again, this time closer to her throat. She looked down and saw what appeared to be a long, silver knitting needle sliding toward her. She gasped, trying to jerk her head first to the left, then to the right. But the coffin left no room for her to move her upper body. She watched helplessly as that sharp thing edged closer and closer to her throat.
"Don't! Oh, God! You're going to kill me!" she shrieked.
At that point, Diane heard a buzzing sound. At first she thought it might have been her own overworked imagination. No. The sound was coming from the outside. There was a machine, something whirring near the casket. Diane caught the words "hook-up" and "clamps." She didn't know what they were talking about until the needle began working its way again forward. She closed her eyes, curling her fingers until the nails bit once more into her palms. When the tip touched her throat she coughed, beads of perspiration trickling down her face. Then suddenly Diane was aware of a hot sensation gripping her throat. Something was making her muscles spasm, constrict so she could hardly swallow or breathe.
Electricity! They had electrified those horrid needles! She beat her fists against the wooden sides of the coffin, her cries warped because of the electricity. There were more sounds of hellish laughter from outside. Then the needle withdrew.
"God, no, no, let me out! Please, oh God, let me out of here!"
Diane felt hysteria edging on her mind like a rolling black thundercloud. It pressed down on her like a lead weight as she heard a second needle being inserted in the opening near her tits.
"Not again! Oh, God in heaven, not again!" the girl screamed.
She could hear the steady advance of the needle. Then there was the bitingly sharp touch of the tip as it nicked her nipple. Diane let out another groan, her eyes rolling back into her head. She flattened her shoulders against the wood. She tried drawing her hands to her tits. But somehow the girl couldn't manage to move a thing. Another needle came forward, twisting in until it touched her other nipple. Someone was twisting them against her sensitive tit tips.
Then there was the feel of a light current biting into her nipples. Diane's eyes widened, her body shivering as someone increased the voltage. Her nipples burned as if someone had touched the red half-inch long tips with a cigarette! Her knees knocked against the coffin lid while her fists continued beating against the sides. Was it her imagination, or was there less and less air inside the casket? More current. Her tits ached now, the heavy swell of them starting to pull at her upper chest. She rocked her head from side to side, her body shuddering under the electricity. And then in another instant, the needles were gone. Diane sobbed frantically, wanting to sink from the onslaught. But her knees were already touching the front of the coffin. Helpless, she prayed to God this would end soon.
"Uhhhhhh!"
More needles, two of them pinching her asscheeks. The electricity bit into her fleshy ass mounds. Diane let out a howl, jerking forward, striking her forehead against the coffin lid. Stars exploded in her head as the needles pricked her, moved back, then pricked her asshole. More voltage! This time the girl felt her asshole muscles contract. Diane snapped her head back, her lips torn open in a wild scream of pain and terror. There were two more needles now touching her cunt, pricking her bloated pussylips. It was a steady onslaught, and the searing pain nearly made her faint. She heaved a great breath, feeling those savage electrified teeth tearing at her cunt and ravaging her shitter.
"Stop! Stop! God, please stop this!" Diane shrieked, her fists beating in a kind of rhythm that matched the pulsing voltage.
"Like it, baby? That hot enough for you?"
"Stop!"
More needles probed into her cunt. Her pussy muscles were going wild, cramping, snapping shut, then springing open. Her body danced obscenely in the coffin, banging against the sides. At times the force of her crazed jerky moves nearly knocked the coffin on its sides. Had one of the needles pricked her cuntlips? Diane didn't know. There was just that constant feeling of pain and pricking heat stabbing again and again into her body. She concentrated on her tits, her asshole and her pussy, where most of the electrified needles were stabbing, threatening her with permanent damage. Another increase in voltage made her gnash her teeth in agony.
"Nooooo!"
Feeling faint, Diane still banged her knuckles against the wood until they were blue. When would they stop?
Chapter Nine
Diane screamed out again as the voltage seared her cuntlips. Someone was pushing the needles in harder, nearly breaking the slick membranes. And how those sparks from the needles sent streamers of delight rushing into her brain. The young girl gasped, begging for the pain to end. And yet at the same time she prayed God that this mixture of agony and pleasure would go on forever. She couldn't believe anything could be so over poweringly wonderful.
"Uhhhhh!"
Incredible! Diane felt herself cumming! It wasn't the earth-shattering climax she had had with the men. But it was an orgasm, anyway. More needles raked her tits, cunt and ass.
Diane bawled louder, banging her body against the coffin lid. Her clit sputtered and sparked like a tiny flare while her sphincter snapped shut. Her knees rattled against the front of the casket while her nipples felt so full and distended. She had to be fucked again! Oh yes, she had to have a man's prick in her soon! That thought seared her brain as she twisted and banged around in the narrow coffin. Gasping and sobbing, Diane sagged against the wooden barrier. She was so hot she thought she would surely burn up. And there was even less air in there now than before! Oh, she had to get out!
As if Sam could read her mind, the door suddenly cracked open. Diane sighed, feeling a rush of cool air against her damp face.
"Whooooeeee! Smells like hot pussy in there!" someone cried out.
"Yeah, looks like the voltage really turned on the little slut."
"Come on, baby-come on outta there. Looks like you need a breather!" Sam caught her with both arms as she fell forward. He pushed her against the back of the case, his eyes narrowing with amusement. "Had enough?"
"What do you want? Oh, God, what do you want me to do?"
"Just what you've been doin', baby. Goin' nuts with cock."
"Please, you've done enough to me. I can't take anymore! I just can't."
Diane slumped heavily against him, feeling her mind whirling. Her fingers clawed at his dirty T-shirt. She could hardly stand. They had fucked her so much, had tormented her so much.
"You want to rest back there-in the coffin?"
"No!"
Diane jumped with terror, brushing the hair from her eyes. Never. Never back there in that horrible coffin where she didn't know up from down!
"Then come over here."
Sam dragged her toward the pulleys again. For a wild moment, the girl thought they were going to dangle her from the ceiling. But they went past the device, beyond an old water heater, toward something dimly white in the darkness. Jack flipped on another switch. They stopped. Diane narrowed her eyes, finding herself staring at an old white porcelain bathtub. It was positioned over a drain built into the floor. The porcelain had yellowed with age.
Diane turned and looked questioningly into Sam's eyes.
"Get in the tub, and sit down," Sam ordered.
Diane couldn't imagine what on earth he was up to. But anything had to be better than the coffin. Reluctantly, she climbed into the tub, settling her bare ass down on the hard, cold porcelain. A shudder raced through her body. Her nipples began to harden just from the freezing surface pressing up against her legs and asscheeks. Sam was rubbing his cock again. Were they going to fuck her in here? What was the purpose? She looked up at them. Sam and Burt had come up to the tub, Gus and Jack standing back a bit. They all had strange looks in their eyes, looks that made the teenager tremble with fear and loathing. Something terrible was about to happen, she felt.
Sam was the first. He took out his prick, holding the cockhead between his fingers and rolling it from side to side. At first, Diane thought he was going to make her suck his cock. She swallowed hard, getting ready to slip the fat meaty prickhead between her lips. But he wasn't getting his prick hard. It still remained limp, the cockhead being squeezed lightly between his fingers. Diane was about to ask him what he wanted her to do when she saw a small droplet of something ooze to the surface of his piss-slit.
"No!" she gasped.
Piss! They were going to piss on her! Covering her mouth, the young girl turned around, clawing her fingers around the curled edges of the tub. She tried to climb out. Then she felt something hot and wet sting the place between her shoulder blades. Diane coughed, feeling her stomach turn over. It was happening now! That was the reason for the bathtub, the drain! They were going to piss on her and didn't want the piss getting all over the floor!
She turned around, her eyes wide with rage and shame. The yellow stream of piss was twisting into a broader river now. Sam was directing his piss at her thighs, then moving it up to her tits.
"Stop it!"
She could feel the hot, sour bile rising in her throat. Her feet slipped on the piss on the slope of the tub and Diane fell hard on her ass once again. When she tried getting out of the tub a second time, Burt cupped her chin with both hands, shoving her back.
Diane flew back against the inside of the tub, her head banging hard against the porcelain. Her arms lifelessly at her side, the girl realized there was nothing she could do to stop this latest degradation. As in the coffin, Diane would have to endure this horror and pray the men would soon tire of abusing her.
"Man, get it on her face. I wanna see her drinkin' the stuff," Gus coached from behind.
"Lemme take care of it the way I want," Sam snapped. "You'll get your chance."
Diane sucked in her lower lip, biting down hard as she fought not to let them know the full extent of her displeasure. It was horrid! She felt the hot piss spill over her navel and trickle down into her cuntal mound. It slicked the blonde cuntal curls, then oozed into her pussy. She felt the stream of piss cascading over her thighs, the harsh droplets like a full shower. Some of them ricocheted up to her tits. Sam laughed at her, catching the quiver of her cheeks, noticing the way she had set her jaw firmly in disgust. He moved the stream of piss up, up, soiling her nipples, then moving it back down to her pussy. Diane shivered. He was spraying her clit now, letting the harsh stream hammer away at the tiny sex spindle.
"That's it, baby, don't move around. I like to piss on a flat rock like this," Sam said, laughing at her as he finished up. The big stud shook his cock, knocking the few remaining droplets against her chin. Diane shivered, jerking up one hand and wiping the piss from her chin. She felt so low, so vile and filthy.
"Now, my turn," Burt said.
It wasn't over! Oh, God, it wasn't over! Diane looked up helplessly, more tears about to well up hotly in her eyes. Burt was standing where Sam had been earlier, fishing out his prick and bending his knees up against the side of the tub.
"My fuckin' bladder's so fuckin' full from all that Goddamned beer-could piss for a week on this little shit. She's gonna love it, aint'cha? You dig bein' my toilet. Right, bitch?"
The words stung her pride as the piss had stung her cunt. Diane shut her eyes, biting her lips to keep the rage and disgust from bubbling to the surface. There was that hot, stinging piss again, spraying her nipples. She felt the piss slicking down her tits, hitting her navel, then moving down to her pussy once more. Then she felt the piss on her chin. Jerking up one hand, Diane clasped the palm to her mouth. She spread her fingers protectively over her nose. No, no, they couldn't make her take that horrible piss in her mouth. She had heard Gus say something about that. But surely they were just doing that to make her sick with fear! Surely they wouldn't do something that horrid to her.
"Get that fuckin' hand away, baby. Move it, or I'm gonna knock them pretty teeth all over the tub."
With a groan Diane did as she was told. Looking up, she saw Burt would have no mercy on her. He was holding his prick, spraying her with his vile piss and enjoying every second of it.
"Stay still."
They forced her to open her mouth and tilt her head back. Again Diane swallowed hard, knowing the humiliation that was going to follow. She took in deep breaths as she felt the stinging salty piss spray hit her throat. Burt was laughing again. But this time there was an excited undertone in the laughter. In a moment the stream of piss was up against her chin. Diane felt some of the droplets hit her nose and forehead. She blinked her eyes, staring right at the big stud. He shuddered visibly, moving his piss stream up a little farther.
"Uhhhhh!"
He was pissing in her mouth! She felt his foaming piss spraying onto her tongue. Diane let out a cry of disgust, her hands moving instinctively up to her mouth again. But she remembered Burt's threat and dropped her hands back to her thighs. It was horrid. She felt the hot piss move over her lips, onto her tongue, back to her chin, then gush down her throat.
Diane managed to close her throat, keeping the piss from oozing down into her belly. Still, it was awful. She could feel the piss swirling around in her mouth like the water of a flushed toilet.
"Yeah, take it, bitch, take it all."
Diane gagged, shaking her head. No, no, she couldn't stand the smell rising like fetid mist from between her legs. She felt the urine gurgling around her asscheeks, bubbling into her shitter, then streaming down to the drain between her ankles. The girl put her hand up to her face, feeling the piss spatter against her fingers. Horrible! The hot oily piss slipped from her mouth, washing down her neck and tits.
Burt went dry, shaking the last of his piss from his cockhead.
"Man, she's sure thirsty. Hey, guys!" he shouted over his right shoulder. "Come on over here. The little slut's hungry for more piss.
Gus and Jack needed no encouragement. They moved up to the bathtub, Jack whipping his cock out and taking aim at Diane's face.
"Uhhhhhh!"
More piss was spattering against her face. Wildly crying out her indignation, the teenager drew both hands over her mouth. Someone slapped her, the force of that blow knocking her to one side. She let out a groan, feeling her body slipping down, down onto the tub. More piss washed over her ear, the filthy liquid slicking down her hair. She was covered in piss as both men sprayed her from head to toe.
"God! Oh, my God!" Diane would never have believed people capable of this kind of filth.
The two men finished, sliding their cocks back into their Levi's.
"Wash the bitch up. Not outside like before. Just get that damned piss off her. Christ," Sam said, wrinkling up his nose as Gus slipped one hand under her arm and dragged her up over the tub's edge, "she smells like a fuckin' urinal!"
"High school prom queen," Jack laughed as Diane stumbled over the curled Up of the tub and tried to steady herself.
Burt shoved her past the leering Sam into a small white metal shower stall. Thrusting her in with one shove, he stepped back, turning one of the rusty nozzles clockwise. Diane heard the small rusty pipes in front of her rattle. There was a sputtering above her, then the first few drops of the icy spray.
"Uhhhhhh!"
It was like having her body encased in ice! Her teeth chattering, the teenager slipped forward, her hands gripping the sharp edges of the stall. She had to get out from under that awful shower.
"Uhhh!"
Burt shoved her back in, the force of the push knocking Diane hard into the rear wall of the small enclosure. They kept her there, her body quickly soaking down in the icy spray.
Diane let out a long sobbing cry, feeling those hands keeping her in the shower stall until she thought her flesh would stay numb forever.
Sam turned off the water, pulling her out and throwing a towel into her face. "Wipe!"
Diane shivered there, naked in front of the men, her fingers barely able to feel the towel as she slowly dabbed the rough material against her damp flesh. Hounded, harried, the girl almost felt numb from all the abuse she had had to endure this evening. Thoughts of her parents were far from her mind now. Nothing existed except her and these three men, their lives tied together by torture.
"Gonna let her go now, Sam?"
The janitor shook his head, both hands on his hips.
"Not yet. Her old lady's probably goin' out of her mind wonderin' where the fuck she is. You're gonna have to think of something to tell the bitch. We're gonna take some more pictures to make sure this slut doesn't blab."
They led Diane back to the overhead pulleys. Already she could feel her arms stretching, the tendons aching from the pull of her hanging body.
"Wanna get beat, baby? Wanna feel that leather smackin' down on you?"
Diane shook her head. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of an answer. Jack was fishing out what appeared to be a four-foot pole with a ring attached to the center. Standing on a crate, he managed to attach the pole to the overhead pulley structure. Diane watched with interest, wondering what new horror she would have to endure. Sam had that camera again. She was certain her humiliation would be great, and now captured on film. They were backing her into a corner, watching with amused interest as she danced those obscene steps in front of them.
"Raise your hands, baby."
Diane did as she was told once more. Sam took her right hand, pulling it back until the wrist touched one end of the pole. With a twelve-inch piece of half-inch line, he fastened her hand to the end of the rod, using a tightened figure-eight to secure the rope. Diane grunted, finding herself having to stand on tiptoe to ease the pulling strain on her arm.
"Now the other one."
She felt the strain of the position on her arches. Her toes aching from the stance, Diane reached up. Sam moved around, fastening her left wrist to the wood.
"Now, to keep those feet from kicking ... "
Burt moved down around her legs, attaching a fleece-lined leather cuff to each ankle. Diane looked down, feeling the tight grip of the devices. There were two small metal hooks sticking out from either cuff. To these Jack brought a set of small-linked chain, slipping the open link into each hook, then attaching the other end to two larger hooks that had been cemented into the floor beneath her feet some four feet apart.
Diane was in a perfect X position, her arms and legs stretched out while her toes barely touched the cold surface of the floor. Her tits rested easily on her chest, rising and falling with the deep puffing breaths she took. The girl began to feel terror once more rising in her. Diane had thought she had become numb to the men's horrors. But now-roped and chained helplessly-the young blonde teenager found herself moaning with discomfort and fear, wondering what they were going to do to her next.
"Gotta take this shot," Sam said, getting the camera once more and aiming it at her.
Diane turned her head away, blonde hair curtaining her face. Jack pushed back the strands and twisted her face around, making certain the camera would catch Diane's pained expression. There was a flash of light and a whirring sound. Another picture, another shot that would make her their slave until they tired of her.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Now, about that leather, baby. You still don't want it?"
"Nooooo!"
Sam came up to her, still holding the camera in one hand. He began playing with her nipples, brushing his fingers over the hard nubs, rubbing them with the palm of one hand. Diane shivered, her knees shaking. Below, she could hear the chains rattling from her shuddering while the pole moved back and forth.
"There. That feels better, right? But I can't take up all my time foolin' around with your tits, right?"
With a sneer, Sam pinched both nipples, sending a streamer of pain into Diane's brain. She squealed, her arms tugging down at the overheard bar. Her muscles pulled and ached, the rope above her groaning with the tension. He instructed Jack to get down on both knees and start eating out Diane's pussy. The young stud did so willingly, putting both hands on either thigh and lapping at her pussy. Diane let out a cry, throwing her head back as that tongue began licking up and into her cunt.
Jack wasn't interested in getting her aroused now. He was simply posing for Sam, getting in a picture that was meant to capture her in their orbit even more tightly than before. But Diane couldn't help but feel erotically aroused as his tongue fucked in and out of her pussy. When he pressed his nose against her clit, the young girl let out a sigh, her toes curling and cramping against the floor.
Again the camera caught her pose, making the teenager groan with horror. The shame was nearly as bad as the discomfort as Sam engineered her disgrace.
Chapter Ten
They took several more pictures, showing each of them to Diane and laughing as they watched her increasing shame and disgust. There was one with Burt behind her, both arms wrapped around her waist, his pants crumpled around his ankles. It gave the appearance of him ass-fucking Diane. When Sam finished taking the shot, Burt still held his hands around the girl's waist. Diane shivered. She could feel his cock hardening, rising up between her splayed thighs. His fingers fanned out around her belly, pressing in while his knees were shoving up against the backs of her legs.
Diane looked wildly at the men in front of her. Again, she thought of that pipe Sam had shoved up her ass during her first fuck. Only what was rubbing up against her shitter now wasn't a piece of iron but Burt's large cock! Her fingers tightened around the bar, her heart beating so hard the girl thought surely it would tear from her chest. The photo session was turning into something much more intense, something much more horrifying. Burt was going to fuck her ass!
"Man, I gotta get into this chick. She's somethin' else, with them asscheeks rubbin' up against me," Burt said, licking along her shoulders.
Diane shivered with disgust, and yet felt a tight, spacey feeling in her belly that excited her. Burt was touching her pussy, drawing his fingers along the outer lines of her cuntlips. She could have enjoyed a man fucking her there. But the girl knew she had no say in this horror. Up his hands slid, his fingers touching her nipples, clawing at them. Diane grunted and sobbed with that resulting pain, her mind going blank.
Burt then brought one hand to her ass, pushing two fingers past her clenching white asscheeks. Diane's eyes glistened, her nostrils flaring as she felt those two calloused fingertips rubbing up against her asshole. Her knees shook, her arms and legs pulling at the restraints. Sam grunted in approval as his buddy put his two fingers together and shoved them up the girl's ass.
"Uhhhh!"
Diane closed her eyes, her ass ring feeling as if it were being driven up into her guts. She let out a sharp cry, snapping her head to the right. He was fucking her ass with those fingers, twisting them around and around like a big screwdriver up her ass. Diane shouted, her throat getting sore from all the sobbing and loud shouts. Trying to ease the pain, she threw her hips back, in effect offering more of her ass to him.
"That's it, baby, that's it. You gotta gimme that buttmeat, man. Gonna love slammin' my prick right up that tight little ass of yours!"
His hands slapped her ass hard, the fingers leaving more red marks where the whip had kissed her asscheeks. Burt kept fingering her pussy while he finger-fucked her ass, dragging his fingers over her cunt, sliding them up to her clit and rubbing a jagged fingernail over that sensitive sex spindle. Diane tried to keep some measure of composure. But it was impossible. She found herself rutting, throwing her hips back and forth excitedly.
"Man, bet I could shove my whole fuckin' hand up her ass!"
"Don't try it, man. Just fuck the bitch. She's practically goin' outta her mind waitin' for somethin' to happen," Sam advised.
"Yeah, fuck the bitch," Gus said.
Jack grunted. Diane waited, wondering what it would be like, taking a man's dick in her shitter. She thought once more of that metal pipe and felt it would be something like that, only a little more painful. Burt's cock was so thick, so ... so long! She grunted, gritting her teeth as she felt those fingers pull out fast.
A shock flashed through her ass, making her cuntal muscles shiver with pleasure. Jack was grabbing her hipbones, pressing his knees harder against the backs of her legs. The box he was standing on scraped against the floor. Diane could hear the heavy breathing of Gus, Sam and Jack.
"Get a good shot of that, man. Get a good one of him fuckin' her ass!"
Burt purposely arched back, making sure only his prick was touching her ass. The camera flashed again. Diane could well imagine how that picture would come out as she felt those hands tighten once again around her waist. Diane found herself trying to arch her back. But the overhead ropes kept her from doing much. His prickhead was rubbing up into her asscrack now. It was so hot, so incredibly hot! Diane shuddered as the cocktip pressed against her shitter. It was going to happen now! He was going to fuck her ass now.
"Yaghghhghhhh!"
There was a sudden, piercing pain. The head of his prick fucked into her shitter and was sending shocks of pain racing to her brain. Diane screamed again, her shrieks bouncing off the walls. Burt only laughed at her cries.
"Take it in, bitch. You're nothin' but shit, and I'm gonna feel your shit on my cock!" he yelled.
"Noooooo!"
Burt jabbed his fucker in again. The young girl shrieked louder, the whole ring of her asshole being driven up into her guts. She felt the tearing, stretching pain all around the outside of her shitter. It was awful! Diane opened her eyes again, noticing Burt had eased his fucking thrust. He was resting, pressing his hot forehead against the back of her neck. His hands moved up to her tits. Again he was pinching the tender nubs, making her squeal. But nothing could take Diane's mind off that hot, hard lump of prickmeat crammed up her shitter.
Her spine straightened, the tiny bones feeling as if they would shatter with the force of his fuck. Burt was fucking in again, telling her horrible things, making her ass hurt so much!
"Nice ass, man, nice ass. It's gonna be nicer bein' split right in two when I stab my prick right in ... uhhhh ... yeah, like that!"
Diane thought someone had lit firecrackers in her shitter. The cock fucked into her ass guts. Before her mind could react to what was happening, Burt's fat cock was in her shitter to the balls.
"Noooooo!"
Diane tugged at the restraining ropes, her ass hurting much more than it had when Sam had ass-fucked her with the iron pipe. Burt was letting go of her hips now. She could feel his hands reaching up to her tits a third time, cupping them and squeezing the tit flesh while he fucked deeper into her ass.
"Oh, God, take it out!"
But Burt had no intention of taking anything out until he had cum in her ass. He made her move her ass as sensuously as she could in that roped position. Diane sobbed, her head hanging down. She could feel the slow, painful intrusion of his cock in her shithole. Diane felt the pain of his gradual fuck reaching higher and higher in her ass gut. It seemed to be a crushing, skin-tearing agony that made it impossible for her to scream. How casually she had brushed off this ass-fuck. Now the youngster realized it was far worse than anything she could have imagined.
Tears rushed down her cheeks. Awful, terrible pain!
"Go for it, mama. Yeah, that's it, shove that ass around and go for it!"
Burt was laughing at her distress, rubbing her pussy, feeling her body while fucking his cock meat into her shitter. His knees pushed her legs forward. At times he reached up and covered her stretched arms with his, his fingers tearing at her wrists.
Diane cried out in distress once more. That widening prickhead seemed to go forever, making her thigh muscles cramp. Again the girl tried pushing out with her asshole muscles, shoving at that invading prick. But nothing could stop Burt from fucking his cock in deeper. Now both his hands were covering her tits. She felt his fingers pinching her tit flesh cruelly. Diane thought at one point his fingers would tear the nipples from her tits. She tried edging back. Perhaps if she could bend a little, the fucking would feel easier. But the chains and rope remained taut. The pole overhead swayed slightly.
Diane felt her arms and legs spasm. Burt was fucking in all the way again, grunting like some wild animal, biting the back of her neck.
God! Oh, God, he was pulling out now. That flared cockhead seemed to pull her insides out as she felt her cunt going into a spasm of need.
"Oh, baby-that's real good, real nice," Burt said, still pinching her nipples while rubbing his hairy crotch up against her smooth asscheeks.
"She good back there? Man, thought about butt-fuckin' the bitch, especially after I'd fucked her with that pipe. But never seemed to get around to it," Sam said, scratching his stubbly chin.
"Christ! Ain't nothin' like it," Burt gasped, stopping halfway out, then reversing his direction and fucking his prick back into her ass.
"Makin' my prick all hot and stiff," Gus said, rubbing his well-used cock through his Levi's.
"Could fuck that little bitch right now-you know, front-and-back the cunt," Jack said, watching with glazed eyes as Diane began taking all eight inches of the stud's prick up her ass.
"Why don'tcha, man?" Sam urged.
Jack looked askance at his buddies, thinking over the suggestion while Diane suffered, hanging there from the ceiling.
"No, no, no!"
Diane had heard the men talking about her and felt sick at heart. No, not two men, not at once! And yet they were talking about it seriously. She opened her eyes and saw Jack fiddling around with his belt. No, perhaps if she didn't watch, the inevitable wouldn't happen. Closing her eyes, Diane concentrated on the big cock that was now fucking more easily up her shitter.
Burt paused for a second, then fucked in again. Diane squeaked, her body shuddering against the bonds. The girl completely torn. She wrestled her tits against his hands, feeling the pain from her shitter driving more heat to her pussy. The more Burt abused her, the more she thought about that conversation Jack had had-and now she wanted his cock in her pussy. The girl's round, overhanging asscheeks rubbed sensuously against Burt's crotch. She was actually looking for more of that lascivious fullness that threatened to split her ass wide open.
"No more," she panted, shaking her head from side to side. "No more ... can't take anymore."
"Come on, baby, you want it all, and in spades. Hey, man, gonna fuck her pussy while I poke her in the ass?" Burt asked Jack, pinching Diane's nipples again.
"Yeah, I wanna see what happens when she gets fucked by two studs."
Rattling her chains, Diane realized there was nothing she could do as Sam took yet more photos and Jack began edging down his jeans.
Chapter Eleven
"Stop it! Oh please, stop, I can't ... can't do this," Diane panted.
The sliding of his cock as it fucked deeper into her ass guts sent shivery hot thrills through her. Diane felt her ass filling quickly with Burt's prick. It was like having a steady, growing load of iron-hard heat in her shitter. She thought his prick would surely have to stop. There couldn't be any more.
"Uhhhh!"
Thank God! There was the sensation of his cock hairs brushing up against her sensitive asscheeks. Diane opened her mouth to gulp more air. It was so weird, having that prick in her ass! Being fucked in the cunt was one thing. But having that fat hard cockrod spreading her asshole like this was quite another. Again Burt started pulling his prick out after having rested his belly against her lower back. She thought he had pulled a yard of cockmeat from her ass. Diane let out a long sigh of relief when she felt the guy's prickhead tugging against her ass ring.
Then he started fucking forward, pressing his knees against the backs of her legs. The strange fullness inside her ass guts was starting to excite her more and more. It wasn't like the heat that rose in her pussy when she was being fucked by a hard prick. But somehow, those sexual feelings were connected in an odd way. It had a sensation all its own, an ungodly feeling of delight as he fucked hard and deep into her ass.
That cock seemed to go deeper, past where the last fuck-stroke had stopped. Diane inhaled sharply, her moans shuddering deep in her chest. The head of his prick went up and up, filling her guts until she thought it was going to slide up into her mouth.
Diane thought her belly was going to swell to bursting. Her asshole nerves were shooting shocks of a weird need into her brain. In spite of the stretching pain, Diane wanted more prick in her ass.
Her mind flashing back to that horrid steel pipe, Diane thought of its coldness, of its hardness as it had raped her shitter while she was being fucked in the cunt by Sam. The pain from her torn cherry had matched the agony in her ass.
Burt seemed to notice her increasing arousal and started strumming her clit. Oh, that was all she needed! Diane let out another sharp cry, her eyes rolling into her head. Fucking! Fucking! They were fucking her to death, roping her this way to keep her from clawing their eyes out in a wild dance of ecstasy.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Pinwheels of bright colors exploded in front of her eyes.
Burt was fucking in and out, increasing the speed and length of his cock-strokes. Diane thought her ass would melt. The hot friction in her dry asshole was like gasoline in an open wound. But as the ramming length and speed of his fuck-strokes grew, the girl felt her cuntlips milking more juice from her cunthole. Oh, and there was Jack, stroking his cockmeat right in front of her! He brought a low stool, just high enough for him to stand on to fuck her pussy.
"Want it, baby? That hot little pussy of yours achin' for something to fill it?" Jack asked.
Diane tried to fight down the words. But they bubbled up like lava, torn from her lips.
She couldn't disguise her horniness from the men any longer. Diane knew now she hadn't really disguised it from the moment she had let Sam rape her in the boiler room. She had secretly wanted some stud to fuck her, and fuck her violently. That was why she'd wanted Danny to meet her down there in the school basement in the first place. Sam had taken his place, and brought friends along for the ride. That was all right. All she wanted was for something to temper that spinning ball of heat whirling around in her belly.
"Uhhhhh!"
"Fuck it out, baby, fuck it out."
Heat sliced into her clit, making the tiny finger-like organ throb with delight. All the pleasure and pain in her body focused in on her asshole and her clit. The stretched, near-tearing ring of her asshole stung from all the abuse.
"Nooooo!"
Diane panted, her mind going blank. She was being fucked in the ass hard and fast. And she knew Jack was about to mount her from up front. She saw him climbing onto the small stool, felt his hands gripping her hips as Burt stopped his ass-fucking from behind.
"Oh, man, man, gonna fuck her at the same time," Jack said.
"I'm in the bitch right now. Could blow my load any time now, man. Just gonna follow your lead," Burt said, his voice heavy with excitement.
Jack held her tightly, bending his knees a little while sliding his cockhead up into the thick blonde cuntal bush protecting her swollen cunt-meat. Diane looked like a wild animal at him, her lips working as if she were going to speak. Then at the touch of his prickhead against her clit she let out a soft moan, her body shuddering. In a moment he was fucking into her pussy on a thick film of cunt juice. Diane smiled, feeling something like the pleasures of the damned while her body still dangled helplessly from the ceiling.
"Oh yeah, you dig it! You dig takin' it like this, baby."
"Nooooo!"
Two men were fucking her. Two men! She was feeling two hard cocks fucking deeper and deeper into her body. Sam was taking more photos.
"Uhhhh ... man, she's hot enough down here to start my cock and balls on fire!"
"She ain't too shabby back here, lemme tell you," Burt said.
Diane's body jerked from back to front, each man hammering her harder and harder with his body. The shame, the pain, the binding of her wrists and ankles didn't matter to her any longer. Two cocks! Two hot, thick pricks fucking in and out of her cunt and shitter! The girl let out a long, savage groan, her mind and body exploding again and again as Burt and Jack fucked her.
"Man, oh man, you oughtta feel her cunt. Man, it's so fuckin' slippery I could get my Goddamned fist up there," Jack said.
"Her ass is doin' a pretty fine job of gettin' good 'n' steamed for me. Man, she's workin' it now, gettin' ready to let loose."
"You doin' that, baby? You gettin' ready to cut loose with a big one?" Burt asked, stopping his prick in mid-fuck.
"Uhhhhh ... oh no, no, don't do that to me! Oh God, please!"
Diane twisted her arms as best she could, pulling down with jerky moves against the bonds imprisoning her hands. She could feel his prickhead as it worked its way back, back to the puckered-out lips of her shitter. At the same time her cuntal sheath was working on Jack's hard prick. She felt her pussy working and clutching, the tensions down there making the young stud let out another grunt.
"She's goin' for it, man. She's goin' for it, and I'm gonna blast my balls out at the same time," Burt said, his hands slapping Diane roughly across the ass.
"Yeah? You lemme know when you're gonna cum. I think this bitch'll blow her fuckin' mind when we start pumpin' our wads into her at the same time!"
Diane moaned as she felt both of them slam into her at the same time, their cockheads nearly touching somewhere in the center of her body.
Fucked, really fucked! Now the teenager knew the meaning of the word as both Jack and Burt fucked their pricks into her. How tightly her cunt fitted around the broad, hairy base of Jack's prick. Inside her cunt, the sensitive, slippery pussy walls were stretched apart wide to take the throbbing eight-inch cunt-splitter. At the top of her cuntlips, the erect stick of her clit quaked and throbbed.
Diane sucked in a huge breath, feeling her body winding up for the big cum. Jack came to the end of his fuck-stroke, holding onto her thighs. His hairy groin ground into her nerve-rich piece of clit flesh. Thrills and tremors of unspeakable delight shot through the youngster. Her stiff-nippled tits burst into a tremor of their own. They rubbed up against his broad chest.
Burt was pulling his prick out, then fucking it in long and slipperily. Diane couldn't hold her breath any longer. She was going to cum! Oh yes, yes, she was going to cum with those two greasy hunks of cockmeat throbbing deep in her pussy and ass. Her body snapped back and forth against the restraining chains. She couldn't control herself. Pitching and rolling as best she could, Diane felt the first tremors of orgasm explode in her clit. She let out a long low wail that rose in pitch as the spasms of her climax became more and more violent.
"Man, she's doin' it. She's cummin'," Jack said, pitching his head back and thrusting his powerful hips forward in a final fuck-thrust. Long white-hot streamers of cum shot from his prickhead, burning into her cunthole as Diane kept cumming and cumming.
"Goin' for it too, man. Gonna fill that ass up like a fuckin' toilet!" Burt squeezed her asscheeks.
Normally Diane would have felt pain at that rough touch. But the only thing she could feel now was the constant fucking of both men's pricks. And then there were the sensations of wads of cum spattering against her pussy walls and her ass guts at the same time. With another cry, she felt her asshole and cunt clenching hard at the two cum-spurting pricks. She was cumming with them, the three rocking and rolling together.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!"
As more and more cum shot into her cunt and ass, Diane could feel the thick, slick fuck juice oozing from both holes, dribbling down her legs. Good. So good. If only it could last forever-her and two cocks cumming while she hung there, chains tugging at her legs and arms, her body sandwiched forever between two hot studs.
Finally they all stopped, Burt slipping his prick from her ass first.
"Un-fuckin'-believable!" he panted, staggering back to pick up his trousers.
"Baby, you're fantastic! She's a first-class fuck," Jack agreed.
"Too bad me and Gus can't have her at the same time like you guys," Sam said, his forehead wrinkling with disappointment. "It's gettin' late. And I suppose her old lady's gonna be freakin' out. Get her down."
Gus reluctantly unhooked the chains holding her legs to the floor, then drew Diane down from the pole. She was exhausted, wanting to collapse right there on the floor and sleep. But she would have to rise to the occasion, pretend nothing in the world was wrong when she met her inquiring mother in a while.
"And don't forget who's got the pictures," Sam said, patting his pocket. "Think me and the boys are gonna put you on permanent call. A pussy like that's gotta be tapped a whole lot."
Enduring the insults, she dressed, unable to get her panties because Sam wanted them as a kind of trophy. He drove her home, leaving his buddies at his house to drink more beer and discuss Diane's prowess. She sat silently in the car, her hot little cunt pressing wetly against the black vinyl of his front seat. More than once she almost felt like asking him to stop so he could finger her cunt-maybe even fuck her. Then she realized what she would be asking. It was horrid.
He stopped two blocks from Diane's home at her request, leaning over and throwing open the door. Diane could smell his maleness at that point and shuddered.
"Remember, bitch, not a fuckin' word. And be ready for a call when we want to fuck you."
With that, he shoved her roughly from the car, grabbing a handful of her tits first and squeezing them hard. In a moment he was gone.
Diane stood there, alone for the first time since she'd gone to Gus, Sam, Jack and Burt. A smile traced itself across her lips as she turned into the broad drive and walked toward the front door.
"Fucking."
She stopped, covering her mouth with one hand and giggling. She would have to watch her mouth. Yes, fucking. That was the only thing that was worthwhile in her life now. Sam had taught her that. Fucking his way-rough! Oh, how wonderful school was going to be from now on! How odd it was that the janitor and not her hard-working teachers had taught Diane the most important thing in her life!
