It's been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul-some hidden secret, desire, or whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidant. Such a secret can be evil and sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such passions as easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of everyday living. And often people are unaware of the dark passions which lie within themselves. Yet sometimes these passions are brought out where they cannot be ignored, and a person's life is changed forever.
Betty Martin is a pretty, intelligent schoolgirl. She is still a virgin, but it is only when she is kidnapped by a cruel and bitter man that she begins to understand herself and her true needs and desires.
WHIPPED, BOUND SCHOOLGIRL-a shocking story about a young woman coming to grips with her true self. The story of a woman whose life is changed by one man's burning lust and need to dominate.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Mr. Wilson, what are you doing?"
Betty Martin rounded her eyes, drawing one hand up to her throat while backing away from the tall, dark-haired biology teacher. She knew she shouldn't have stayed here alone with him. There had been stories about this handsome bachelor at John Adams High.
"I'm not going to hit you," he said, his low, soft voice purring into the nape of her neck.
Chills swept over her while his warm breath caressed her skin.
"But ... but I just came here to ask...."
"What? Maybe I can help," he said.
"No! Not that kind of help!" Betty said, jumping from her seat in panic and overturning several of her notebooks.
She stared at him in panic. Mr. Wilson was looking down at her curiously. Her body was betraying her. The tips of her tits were so hard they felt as if they were going to poke right through her bra. Her cunt was so hot, so very hot and moist, its full rubbery lips curling and trembling while her clit popped to the surface. She backed away from her teacher, her knees becoming wobbly. There was something in his eyes, something that warned her to stay away from him, and yet which enticed her terribly.
"I don't want that kind of help," she said, her voice softening a bit. "It's just a matter of concentrating on my work."
Mr. Wilson smiled, watching as she pulled her notebook over her tits, forcing herself to look as if she were angry.
"Have it your way, then. You know you're close to failing, Betty, and you won't graduate on time if you do," he said, his voice sounding like a judgment of doom. What would her mother say-her mother who had worked and scrimped so she could go to college? Betty felt her world cracking as she stared helplessly at the big man.
"You wouldn't fail me, would you? I mean, graduation means so much to me."
"Your performance has to be improved. I may be forced to," he said, his lips curling in a sarcastic smile.
He bared his straight white teeth, teeth that stood out sharply against his black beard and moustache. She looked at his body-thick-muscled, hard, looking more as if it should belong to a coach than a biology teacher. Her cunt spasmed as she stared into his eyes. It was wrong having those kinds of feelings. Terribly wrong. Her mother had told her only bad girls felt those sorts of things. And Betty knew she wasn't that kind of girl. Her fingers tightened around her blue notebook.
"Of course, you can come over to a kind of study area I have, and take care of some of your failings," he said, putting one leg up on a chair and hiking his trousers into his crotch. "I'll have to have your full cooperation."
Betty's eyes swept over his crotch. She could see the clear impression of a thick roll of cockmeat cradled between his legs. He had done this on purpose, wanting to intimidate her. And yet, in spite of her anger, Betty found herself wondering how big his cock would be, hard. Would it be long and thick like some guys, according to her girlfriends? How would it feel squeezing through her cuntmeat while he held her down by her shoulders, his legs pinning hers to the bed? Betty shivered again, feeling as bad as bad could be. Lowering her eyes, she felt herself wavering. Her mother wouldn't be home from work for another few hours. She could take the professor up on his offer, and pray to God he only meant to help her and perhaps do a little bit of harmless flirting.
"What's on your mind?"
His voice was as smooth as the juices flowing from her cunt, dampening her panty-crotch.
"Nothing. I ... maybe I should go and brush up a few things with you," Betty said, her voice faltering as she peered up through her long blonde lashes at her teacher.
"There," he said with some obvious relief, sliding one foot down from the chair and arching his back. "You're showing some sense."
Betty avoided the amused stare of Mr. Wilson as he moved back to his desk and gathered test papers into his black leather briefcase. She followed him out of the door, feeling as if she were going to some kind of slaughter.
It was a little past three-thirty, a time when all the students and most of the staff had adjourned for the day. Only the cheerleaders, the basketball team, and some office help were in the building. He held the door open for her, purposely brushing his body against her thighs as she moved quickly by him. How she hated that! Why couldn't she make her body hate it then? She felt her flesh becoming prickly with excitement, while her nipples grew stiffer and harder with each passing second. It was starting to become difficult to walk. Her breathing was shallow and hot through her flared nostrils. They left the classroom building and started across the playing field. Betty had to pause for a moment, the friction of her panties on her swollen clit becoming excruciating. She was glad Mr. Wilson had stopped to talk to one of the boys practicing some throws of football.
Closing her eyes, Betty felt herself swaying as the gentle wind lifted her long blonde hair from her shoulders. Were some of the boys staring at her, leering at this odd couple crossing the field? Was it obvious he was taking her some place to do something more than study?
Betty hesitated. "Where are we going?"
"This way. I'm not taking you home. You don't have to worry about that."
Betty sighed, her grip loosening around her notebook. At least this was a good sign. Her sandals shuffled over the cracked concrete while the palms lining the broad avenue swayed in the increasingly strong wind. There wouldn't be a seduction, thank goodness.
"This way."
They turned down a small three-block deadend street of mostly small businesses and warehouses. Betty thought it curious they should be walking here, although there were certainly enough office workers around to make her feel confident. Mr. Wilson wasn't just going to drag her into some hole and rape her.
It was a narrow warehouse of yellow stucco, the walls showing age badly. Weeds grew thickly around the sides and door. The two windows Betty could see on the east side of the building had been covered over with something from the inside and barred heavily across the exterior. What kind of office was this? Mr. Wilson fished out his keys, gesturing with a sharp nod of his head for her to follow. Guessing that several teachers used this as a kind of off-campus counseling center, Betty shrugged, walking briskly up to the front door.
"Inside. I'll turn on the lights in a second," Mr. Wilson said, brushing up against her once more and making her flesh glow.
It was so dark in there, especially having come in from the bright light outdoors. The sound of the door shutting behind her and clicking locked made the teen jump just a bit. And when Mr. Wilson came up behind her, his hands on her shoulders, Betty started to shrink away, dropping her book yet a second time. This time, however, Mr. Wilson didn't leave her alone.
"Mr. Wilson...."
"Call me Karl. We're gonna get to know one another real well before the day's through. I'll see to that."
His fingers tightened around her shoulder, burning through her blouse.
"No! Stop! No!"
Betty struggled against him, panic rising in her. It was so dark, so scary. She couldn't see his face, but she knew he was leering savagely at her. She felt his body pressing up against hers, hunching up against her soft ass while his hands began crawling up around toward her tits. She felt his heavy, panting breath up against the back of her neck. There was movement in the room as well. Rats? Betty tried kicking at the big man, her sandals sliding from her feet in the futile effort.
"Get the lights," Mr. Wilson ordered gruffly.
There was more movement, someone scurrying past her toward the door.
"Oh!"
The brightness stabbed into her eyes. Betty closed them for a moment, shaking her head while Karl Wilson moved his hands up to her tits, squeezing them hard, making her whimper in pain. When the teen opened them once more, she was shocked to find Mr. Dan Ungar, the team's soccer coach, standing there in a dirty t-shirt and tight, white playing shorts. His whistle still hung from around his neck as he stared with interest at the terrified girl.
"So she's the one you called me up about? Nice! Nice body, nice ass, nice everything," he said appraisingly, eyeing Betty the way a hungry diner eyes his upcoming meal.
"You called him?" Betty said with increasing terror and disbelief.
"I figured you'd come around, especially with the threat of me failing you. The coach and I, along with a few others, rent this place out for ... various purposes," Karl said, throwing back his head and laughing.
"What do you want from me?" Betty cried, pulling away from Mr. Wilson and staring at the two men.
Coach Ungar was a little taller and more broad-shouldered than the biology teacher. Betty became terror-stricken. A double rape! She looked pathetically at her notebook which she had innocently brought with the thought of improving her grades. It stared back at her ironically now as she fought for breath.
"The same thing we get from some of the other girls in your class."
Betty drew in a sharp breath, looking around her. There were cabinets of various sorts against the wall, giving the place the appearance of a bus terminal. Partitions blocked off most of the vast building from her view. There was something menacing in the place, something that made her tremble and wish she could flee right now.
"No. You're crazy, both of you. When the principal finds out about this-"
"He won't, because you won't tell him," Karl interrupted, his face darkening. "The girls don't usually give us any trouble after we've finished."
"Most of them have a pretty damned good time and don't wanna fuck it up later," Coach Ungar said. "And then of course we've got some ways to make sure you don't blow our cover if you're not satisfied."
Betty screamed, turning around and hammering her tiny fists against the door. She remembered those office workers down the street. Maybe if she shouted loud enough someone would hear, become suspicious and call the police.
"Shut her up! Christ, she's got a fuckin' loud mouth!" Karl said, shrugging off his suit jacket and loosening his trousers.
"Help ... help ... mmmmmfmmmft!"
Coach Ungar had moved behind her, the coarsened palm of his hand pressing tight against her lips. He was hunching into her as Karl had, taking advantage of their position to have a little fun. She felt his cock through his shorts, rubbing up against her ass, and felt sheer panic racing through her body. They were going to rape her-both of them, here in this warehouse, then leave her like some wounded animal. All the stories she had seen on t.v. about child abuse, about teachers taking unfair advantage of their students and "using" them flashed through her mind now as she struggled against the powerful coach.
"That's it ... what's her name?"
"Betty," Karl said, taking off his tie, then slipping off his loafers.
"Betty. Nice name. Nice and wholesome," he said, licking his tongue against her right cheek.
Betty shivered at the touch. No man had touched her like that. Her mother had been certain to instill in her a fear of sex. She had been certainly careful on the few dates she had had, careful not to let the boy take advantage of her. How the tables had turned now! Betty was fighting for her life while Coach Ungar held her.
"Now, Betty, now we have a little fun with you," Karl said, moving in front of her and holding her.
Coach Ungar moved away a bit. When she felt something sliding against her, she realized Mr. Wilson had taken off his pants. He was naked now from the waist down. Something very long and dark-pink was rubbing up against the front of her skirt.
"Take a long look at it, Betty. I'm going to stick this thing inside you soon. Fight me, and I'll piss inside you too."
There was a sharp laugh from Coach Ungar, who was busy pulling her blouse from her skirt.
"No!"
Betty struck out suddenly and scratched Karl's face, making him jerk back and let go of her. She rushed back to the door, her eyes wide with fear, her fingers gripping the handle and working it madly while the two men ran after her.
"Uh!"
Someone had her hair. It was Mr. Wilson, pulling it, tearing the roots from her scalp as he cursed and screamed at her. He dragged her back against one wall, slamming her head hard against the concrete. She tried screaming, but Karl's hand clamped tight over her mouth once more. She thought she would surely pass out, faint in the hands of these monsters. That would be a relief. She would at least be unconscious.
"Bitch! Little slut!" Karl hissed, his wet mouth slobbering all over her ear. "For being such a cunt, I'm gonna make sure you feel every second of this ... and there's gonna be plenty of them from now on, you can bet your tits on that, cunt!"
His voice was trembling with anger. Betty had never seen her teacher like this. She felt a kind of damp stickiness forming between them as he pressed himself hard against her body. His sweat seemed to leak through his shirt onto her blouse. Though the hand around her lips relaxed a little, his other hand stayed tangled in her hair, keeping her up against the wall. Whenever she began to struggle, Mr. Wilson pulled harder on her strands, making her cry out in pain.
"Uh!"
Betty felt the big teacher grab her ass, running his hand under her skirt and sliding his hot fingers into her panties. She screamed again with shame, feeling him pulling the tight-fitting elastic band down beyond the bottom curves of her plump, taut asscheeks, then sliding them back up, feeling and kneading her white, supple ass-flesh. When he pinched her, she squealed like a stuck pig, her shriek blending in with the heavy breathing sounds of the two men.
"Fuck her good, Karl. I think I'm gonna let her mouth do the work for me, though," Coach Ungar said, criss-crossing his arms and pulling his shirt off.
Betty caught glimpses of the coach, flashes of him pulling down his shorts, then his jockstrap, letting out his long, donkey-sized cock and scratching his balls while he watched her rape. "No!"
Betty felt his hands running all over her small, girlish body. He was feeling bits of flesh through her panties and blouse, then moving back to her ass, squeezing her soft asscheeks and rubbing them together. Betty fought with every bit of strength she had, but her straining limbs finally opened up to the man, her knees spreading apart. The idea of what he was trying to do made her shudder with revulsion. This man was going to stick his cock into her, tear away her cherry, hurt her while this other man ... Betty didn't even want to think about it. Again, she struggled up against Karl, trying to draw her fingers to his face and hurt him the way he was hurting her. But he was more careful now.
"Ohhhh!"
They were down on the floor now, the teacher's right hand still in her hair, tearing it from her scalp. She could feel his fat cock shoving into the junction between her thighs. All that separated the head of his throbbing cock from her cunt was her panties. They had been pulled down in the back. Now he was working them down in front.
Betty screamed, snapping her head from left to right, sobbing for help where no help came. Karl ignored her, grabbing the bottom of her blouse and tearing it open. The pearl buttons ripped off, clattering across the gray concrete floor. Betty felt hm putting his fingers under her bra where the two cups came together. She gasped, wriggling one hand away and trying to claw him from her halter. Karl snarled, slapping her hand roughly from her bra, then backhanding the high school coed across the cheeks. It was the first time anyone had struck her that way. The force of the blow stunned her into silence.
"Better."
How her cheek stung! Her head throbbed from the pain. There was a tearing sound, then Betty felt her full round tits tumbling out. There were more fingers grabbing at her panties, pulling them down, sliding them over her thighs while her skirt ripped open at the top. In a moment, all clothing had been torn from her, and her body was naked and exposed to Karl.
"Man, look at that cunt!" Coach Ungar said.
Betty struggled wildly. Her mouth opened to scream once more. But another heavy-handed blow knocked her jaw nearly out of place and rattled her molars, bringing Betty back into submissive silence. She lay there defeated while Karl topped her, ready to fuck the teen into oblivion.
CHAPTER TWO
"She looks real scared and uncomfortable, Karl," Dan said, slipping off his tennis shoes, then jerking his cock.
"She-oughtta be all smiles. She will be after we get through pokin' her pussy."
Betty's mind snapped. Karl was playing games with her, teasing her naked, cringing flesh, kneading her white skin into tight little folds and clenching them in his rough fists. He was pinching her soft inner thighs roughly between his fingers, making the teen cry out again and again. Her legs kicked out while he rolled fully onto her belly, squeezing her tits, her ass, her tummy. Betty writhed under his attention, her hands pinned to her sides while her tits pillowed against his chest. She could feel him against her, a man's body pressing up against her, his cock gouging against her cunt while his legs pinned hers to the floor. How it hurt her back and shoulders as she squirmed over the concrete, the balls of her feet digging into Mr. Wilson's calves. "Stop this!"
Betty squirmed wildly, kicking out with her legs. Perhaps the men would tire of her antics and let her go.
"Let's get 'er on the table," Coach Ungar suggested, nodding sharply in the direction of the nearest partition. "She won't move around much there."
"Yeah, come on, bitch!"
The pressure was off her body. Betty let out a sigh of relief, but then she felt his fingers jerking her by the hair. She was dragged up, her tits slapping together while her fingers beat at the offending hand on her scalp. He was dragging her by the hair, pulling her across the slick concrete. Betty tried getting up, her feet failing her as she stumbled forward and crashed to the floor once more.
"You're hurting me!"
Her legs tangled together, her body swinging and twisting and tumbling against the concrete as Karl contined to drag her like a sack of potatoes to the partition. Tears blurred her vision as the throbbing, agonizing pain in her scalp grew worse. Her right knee jerked up, bumping the partition hard and nearly knocking it over. Coach Ungar rushed to steady it while Karl pulled her around.
Looking up, Betty saw what appeared to be a carpenter's woodwork bench. There were strange attachments on it-two black leather restraints bolted to the rear of the bench, and, two more at the front. There were also coils of rope of various lengths throughout the small area.
Betty felt Karl's hands sliding under her arms, hoisting her from the floor and throwing her against the bench. She let out a gasp of air, her belly striking the wood hard while her legs nearly gave out from under her.
Catching the teen, Karl pushed her forward once more, this time he raised both her legs and swung them over the side of the bench.
"Her fuckin' hands-get her hands before she tries scratchin' my eyes out again!"
Betty felt Coach Ungar capturing her by the wrists, pulling them back until they were draped over the back of the table. He let one go, pulling it to the left and slipping one of the straps around her wrist, tightening it so much the blonde coed thought she could feel her nerves separating from the pressure. Betty winced, her face blanching yet again when she felt him draw her right hand away and fastten it to the workbench in the same fashion.
Karl was busy around her legs, taking lengths of thin cord and binding her ankles to her thighs, her knees forced straight up in the air. Attaching one loop to one knee, he ran the cord under the workbench, then brought it up to the other side, looping it around her other knee. This kept her from clamping her thighs together.
"Oh god!" Betty began to sob.
She was opened, completely opened. She could feel her wet pussy crack pulled open by the tension of her spread knees. The splintery wood was sticking into her back and ass-flesh, causing her pain. No! She couldn't give in to something this horrid, something this perverted. How she wished they had beaten her unconscious! Again, the weeping teen yelled at the top of her lungs, hoping someone outside would hear her cries.
"Shut her up, will you, Dan?"
The coach grinned, moving up to the workbench. Betty was aware of his movement, could feel him squeeze up against her. He had her by the hair and he raised her head up, shoving her nose against his crotch and rubbing his cockhairs into her nostrils. Betty sneezed and coughed, revolted by what he was doing. He wsa shoving his ... his thing into her face! Then she remembered what he had said-something about stuffing her mouth with his cock. It was going to happen now!
Spitting, trying to twist her head away from the big stud, the terrified teen jerked her body as much as she could against the table. The splinters were tearing at her skin uncomfortably now, while the cord bit into the flesh around her knees and thighs. Perspiration broke out on her body, making the leather straps around her wrists hurts her all that much more. What was worse was the way she could feel his huge, blood-engorged cock rubbing against her lips. Never, never had she even considered doing something like this with a man, taking his cock in her mouth and ... oh, how the thought of it sickened her! Again, the girl tried jerking her face from his crotch. The pungent aroma of a hot, aroused man's prick and balls was making her faint and nauseous.
Coach Ungar liked the revulsion and terror he saw rising in Betty. Reaching down, he pinched her nipples hard between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting them up from her tits, then raising her tits from her chest until the young blonde screamed in agony, the cords sticking out from her throat. The stabbing pain was worse than anything she had borne in her life. Dan laughed, pinching them again, distending the red nubs until Betty thought she would pass out from the pain. Her eyes started from her head as she struggled for breath, while her body jerked from side to side as if touched by electric sparks.
"I'm gonna fuck her now."
Mr. Wilson said it matter-of-factly, and the act of rape seemed suddenly to be inevitable. Betty's sobbing became uncontrollable. Reaching down between her thighs with his thumb, Dan dug his fingers into her asscheeks for leverage, then slowly forced his thumb into her tight, wet cunt.
Betty grunted, snapping her head back and away from his offending groin and cock still pushing up against her clenched lips. She thought she had tasted something, something terribly bleachy and sour-his cum! The girl jerked in revulsion, spitting again against the table while working her pussy away from those offending fingers. Mr. Wilson was having a difficult time gripping her pussylips. They were so hot, so wet, so slippery with her flowing juices.
"Man, she says she doesn't want it, but she's good and hot and wet down there," Karl said, pushing his thumb into her, violating her body, making her jerk and writhe with agony and shame.
"Just like a woman should be," Dan chorused, twisting her head back around and pushing his cockhead up against her upper lip.
Betty trembled, feeling the sexy, slick rub of his cock up against the side of her nose, over her eyes, over her cheeks, then back over her lips. He yanked up on her hair once more, making her cry through her clenched teeth. No! No! She wouldn't give in this way! She wouldn't let him force that hunk of horseprick into her throat! Again she spat violently, ridding her lips of his filthy cock, then clamped her mouth tight shut to keep it from re-entering. Betty wondered just how long she'd be able to keep that terrible thing from sliding into her mouth, down her throat-choking her with its thickness and length! "Unnfnnfnnffff!"
The leather thongs seemed to tighten around her wrists while Karl slid his thumb in. She felt her cunt throbbing. It was so tight and hot and wet, pinching around his digit. He was fucking her with that thing, sliding it deep into her and up against her cherry. Betty stopped her movement for a while, staring up into Mr. Wilson's face and noticing his surprise.
"Damn! She's cherry, Dan! Never would've thought it, especially at our highschool."
"One or two running around, like dinosaurs," the coach quipped.
"Yeah. Well, she won't be cherry when we get through with her here. You hear that, baby? You're gonna be fucked, and fucked good, Betty. That beats studying for any exam. And if you're good, maybe an A might find its way on your report card."
Karl sneered, pressing his jagged thumbnail up against her cherry. The girl let out a cry, her knees trembling, her thighs flinching and trembling while her ass muscles tightened, relax-ed, then tightened again. Bringing his other hand around, the teacher pricked her clit with the nail of his left forefinger, then crushed her tiny fuck-bud hard. It was too much for the teen to bear silently.
"Eaghhghghghghghhhh!"
Her spine arched, her wrists jerking and pulling agonizingly against the restraining black leather thongs while her knees tried snapping protectively together. That movement forced the cords against her flesh. They felt like sharp knives digging into her skin as she yammered away, beating her head against the hard wood. Dan kept on crushing her clit, his finger finally slipping on the flowing juices.
Then the teen felt another agony, this one far deeper, far more intense, like nothing she had ever felt before. Only the pressure from Coach Ungar's cock against her mouth kept her from screaming. Yellow flashing lights filled her brain. Then that thumb, that awful, fucking thumb tore through her cherry!
"Uhhhfhfhhfff!"
Betty's body jerked involuntarily, convulsing from side to side. He had done it! He had torn away her cherry, had ripped her innocence away from her! And there was Coach Ungar, still attempting to work his cock into her throat. Dan finally tired of her reluctance, and reached down, pressing two fingers on either side of her jaws. It was as if someone had run a spike through her skull!
Betty let out a shout, her lips parting. That was all the big coach needed. Gripping her hair, he jerked her head around, pressing the left side of her cheek against the work bench while hunching his hips forward. The next thing the pretty blonde coed knew, her mouth was being filled with his fat, throbbing fuckrod.
She gagged, coughing, choking, the spit gathering up around the back of her throat and sliding down her esophagus. She coughed again, spittle frothing around the stretched corners of her lips while the coach's balls pillowed against her nose. She could hear him moaning while he kept tightening his grip on her hair. He was moving his hips around, fucking his cock in her mouth, forcing her cheeks to puff out. He kept telling her how good and hot and wet her mouth was, telling her to move her tongue around that tiny groove she felt just under his bloated prickhead.
"Come on, baby, work that tongue, move it. Gimme that good head!"
Betty's blonde hair tangled across her flushed face as she gasped for breath.
"Yeah, get her mouth working. It's doing more than it ever did in my class this past semester. I'm gonna fuck her, though she's got one of the tightest cunts we've had in this place for a long time."
"Noooooffff!"
Betty thought about biting, about fighting back. But then she remembered those slaps; they'd get worse, she guessed, if she should try anything. The sour, bleachy, salty taste increased in her mouth while Karl wormed his finger deeper, scraping the caressing, moist sides of her pussy. Pulling out slightly, the teacher pulled her asscheeks apart, keeping them tugged wide while both his thumbs caressed her inner cuntlips.
No more! No more of this! She wanted to beg for mercy. But that fat cock pushing down against her tonsils kept her from doing anything but moaning in protest. Slowly, the cringing, bound girl felt her fleshy, pussy lips being pulled stickily apart. Karl had his head down there, tickling and teasing her with the tip of his tongue, flicking it up to the base of her clit and making the teen jerk her hips up at that feathery touch. It was humiliating, degrading to react that way to her rapist. But something had taken over her psyche; she seemed to have no control over her body! "Oh god!"
"Man, she's ready for it, her first big fuck. You should've seen her today, Dan, the way she kept eyeing my cock through my pants. Christ! Thought she was gonna go right down on her knees there!"
It wasn't true! He was lying. Betty wanted to shout that out. But his prick slamming into her mouth kept her from doing anything except sucking cock. She felt the coach's balls rubbing over her chin as he partially climbed onto the workbench, trying to stab more of his prickmeat into her throat. She felt his fat cockhead sliding past her tonsils, wedging its way down and choking the air from her lungs. That was when Betty panicked, jerking her head away, trying to fight away the fingers holding her skull pressed hard against his groin.
"Yeah, starting to loosen up down there. Real nice, real nice pussy. And I'm gonna be the first one to get in," Mr. Wilson said.
"Her mouth's pretty good, though she could use some practice there."
"She'll have plenty of time to learn ... plenty of time."
Betty wept, sobbing with shame and complete humiliation. It wasn't enough that she was here, dragged under false pretenses, then finally fucked. She had to be shamed by these animals, these men posing as good teachers, ripping off her clothes then dragging her to this bench where they did what they chose to her. Betty swallowed more spit just as Coach Ungar pulled his cock out a little. He was giving little fucking hunches, rotating his hips around, watching with a grin as her cheeks puffed out each time his prickhead rubbed up against the insides of her mouth.
Just then, Mr. Wilson pulled his tongue out from her pussy, licked her thighs, then chomped down on her flesh with his large square front teeth, tearing at her skin as if he were a rabid dog. He shook his head, growling while pulling back. Betty screamed, her shrieks sending Dan off into near-spasms of climax.
"Man, easy on the cunt. That little bitch's gonna make me shoot right now," Dan complained.
It was useless to resist. How could she? They had roped her to this bench as if she were in some sort of prison camp. In went that finger once more, testing her pussy, rubbing up against her slick, hot pussy walls, making Betty gasp. She then felt it slip out, hearing the wet sucking sound. She sensed him sliding between her thighs, Dan's mouth-fucking making it difficult for her to see much. And now-oh God, now the feeling of the long thick hardness lay fully against her pussy lips. That hard monster rubbing against her tender cuntlips was making her shudder. It was way bigger than Mr. Wilson's fingers, and he was going to fuck that thing into her pussy hole!
Again, Betty reared back as much as she could, tensing her thighs, trying to draw her knees together. Impossible! The ropes looped around her knees kept them from doing more than tightening them and forcing the cord to cunt into her flesh. She cringed, rubbing her ass against the work bench. Terror gripped the girl as Karl guided his cock against the soft crack between her thighs. Not once did his heavy cockhead lose contact with the girl's flesh as it slipped lower, looking for its target. The flanges of her outer labes were forced open and his hot fat fucker started pressing forward more and more.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Dan gripped her hair, holding her still while Karl drilled into her. It was awful, she could feel her pussy lips opening under the pressure of his prick. She let out a long, low moan, her groans becoming stronger, louder, as her cunt finally gave way. She shivered as the hot mass of stiff cockflesh started driving its way into her. Her legs trembled once more against the restraining ropes as his big cock sank into her like a red-hot iron through lard.
"Aghghghghghhghghfff ffff!"
Betty shrieked again, twisting her head and trying to rid her mouth of that filthy thing. But the coach was strong; She felt his powerful fingers wrapped around her throat and skull while his prick fucked her mouth so hard spit frothed around the corners of her lips. She felt that fat rod of flesh and muscle lodged between her legs, unable to believe her body could take so much thick cockmeat. Never, never would she have believed a cock that size could have entered her without killing her.
"Noooooffff!"
Betty felt Mr. Wilson settling between her spread, splayed thighs like a cowboy sitting on his saddle. He was holding her legs side open, pushing down on the insides of her thighs while working his cock around in her cunt the way Coach Ungar worked his prick in her mouth. The helpless, panting girl wondered if it were physically possible for her to be literally fucked to death. If so, she was sure it was happening to her. The huge knob of his fucking cock hit her womb. It lodged there for a second, a solid mass, resting while preparing to tear her insides apart. It filled her tight cunt to capacity. Betty writhed helplessly under him, agonizing to the hot pressure and the searing pain the fucking was causing in her. More than once the teen flexed her crotch muscles together in an attempt to force out the unwelcome thing. But the pressure seemed to arouse Mr. Wilson all the more, making him groan with ecstasy.
"Christ! The little slut's cunt's trying to eat up my prick! You're really havin' a time down there, aren't you, Betty?"
"She's gonna have a better one once we start shootin' in her," Dan predicted.
"Not yet. And we've got all afternoon to show her everything else we have here. Yes, Betty," Mr. Wilson said, stroking the back of one hand over her tits while feeding her more of his prick, "you'll find you've earned your grades this semester!"
CHAPTER THREE
"Uhf! Uhf! Uhhhhfffff!"
It was horrid, shameful! Betty opened her jaws a little more, drawing in air from around Coach Ungar's mouth-prodding cock. She had cinched her eyes shut, concentrating only on that cock squeezing hard through her pussy meat. It was like nothing she had ever imagined could happen to her. Betty could feel every fleshy ridge of his fuckrod.
"Ooooohhhh!"
She was gasping against Coach Ungar's prick. Karl flexed again, and Betty became limp. He was purposely going slowly now. She felt his cock easing back, back, back, Karl letting her feel the extent of her soreness inside. Then, when she thought he was going to take it all the way out, his big cock went zooming back into her. Now it began, a slow, rhythmic pounding, a fucking in, again and again. Betty groaned against Coach Ungar's prick once more, feeling Karl's hips rotating from side to side against her soft asscheeks. He was stretching her cunt with each fucking shove, making it wider with every plunge. And there was nothing the girl could do to stop him. There was no one to save her. The cock in her mouth was an effective gag, while the restraints kept her body helpless.
"Uhhhhh!"
Karl slid his hands under her ass, rolling it back a litle, while climbing forward. He was touching her all over, kneading her tits, twisting them around and flicking her nipples against one another. It was enough for him to violate her cunt. Now he had to touch her all over her body, say terrible things to her, and all the while, he was feeding her his cockmeat. How those hands caressing her made her writhe, making her feel those horrid ropes and those thongs holding her ankles and wrists to the table. Now he was tweaking her nipples as Dan had done, crushing the hard, stiff nubs like berries between his fingers while starting to fuck her harder and faster.
"Fuck 'er, man! Fuck her 'til her eyes pop out!" Dan was gasping, his eyes staring at the way Betty's belly had begun to heave with lust.
The girl fetl her flesh awash with perspiration as Karl pressed harder against her upturned asscheeks, his balls slapping noisily against her crotch. She could taste the flow of the coach's jizz more and more as the seconds ticked by. She was certain he was going to cum soon. He was saying things to her, warning her not to choke or try to spit out his cum. He was going to make her drink every drop or slap her to death right there on the table.
Betty tried a last time to pull her face away from Dan's crotch. But the coach held her firmly in his grip, forcing his cock all the way down and holding it, flattening her nose against his groin while letting his prick jerk and dance around in her throat. The girl coughed and gagged yet again, making harsh swallowing movements as she fought for air.
Betty groaned, tears running down her cheeks as she felt Mr. Wilson's prick swell even more. She knew he was going to drop his load in her the way Dan was about to shoot in her mouth. Her soft, animal-like whimpering became loud sobs as she began to feel the most humiliating sensations. The continual thrusts of that cock in her cunt were doing something very strange to her body. She felt a rising tension in her belly, an uncontrollable trembling sensation in her agonized pussy. She began to moan louder.
"Oh god! Ooooh!"
"Man, she's gonna have a header," Karl said, slapping the teen's thighs. "She's gonna pop. That's good!"
He gasped, shaking the sweat off his face and piledriving his hips hard against her crotch.
"I wanna see 'er pop right in front of me before I cum!"
"Man, I can't hold back!" Dan said, his eyes shut, his face trembling. He was hammering the girl's face with his prick, his balls swinging freely against Betty's chin.
The girl panicked, realizing the moment of truth was here. She worked her throat muscles, noticing with growing panic the increase of cum-flow from the coach's piss-slit. Dan's fingers fluttered over her skull, then tightened hard around her forehead as the first wad of jizz shot out and spattered against Betty's spit-slicked tonsils. The girl screamed, her body tensing against the restraining ropes. "Unnfnnfnfnffff!"
The wads of jizz came faster and faster, filling up her mouth quickly. She coughed, feeling the cum sliding down her throat like slime. She flicked her tongue back, inadvertently caressing the underside of Dan's shooting prick, teasing it to shoot more and harder. She was swallowing it! Oh God in heaven, she was swallowing it, taking down his jizz in big gulps while Dan worked his crotch dreamily over her face.
"Damn, she's one hungry little slut!" the coach remarked as he dumped the last load of his spunk down her throat.
"Yeah, yeah, and her cunt's pretty fuckin' hungry too!"
He was telling her to move it, slapping her thighs and ass with the flat of his hand while Coach Ungar was wiping the tip of his cock against her lips. Instinctively, Betty found herself smacking them together, licking her tongue along the small groove just under the man's prickhead. She was trembling as Mr. Wilson's endlessly moving cock continued its chugging trip back and forth against her aroused cut. He reached back, spreading her thighs farther and farther apart while pounding his cock faster.
Betty soon found herself going crazy with sensation. Her mind went blank, her body twisting against the ropes while Karl fucked her like a maniac. Just at the end, he used the forefinger of his right hand and slid it into her asscrack, digging into the tiny pucker of her shitter until he had buried it up to his knuckle. Betty cried out, her eyes fluttering open at that unnatural invasion. Curling her toes against the hard wood, the girl closed her eyes once more, feeling the furnace in her belly about to blow to pieces.
"Huhhhghghghh ... agghghhhhghh!" Karl cried out, then jerked wildly, his white-hot spunk jetting into her cunt.
Betty felt it, actually felt the stinging spurts splashing against her cuntal walls. She screamed nearly as loudly as he while Karl lay completely atop her body, holding her down, squeezing and biting and licking her tits while finishing his fuck. Betty didn't care any longer what was happening around her. For that second she was transformed, her pussy milking and contracting hard around his shooting prick. She found herself clenching onto his greasy, hard-muscled squirting piece of cockmeat, experiencing powerful sensations that made her weep with shame.
"Man, oh man!" Karl sighed, pulling his face up from her naked tits and shaking his head. "She's one helluva fuck. Never thought the little bitch had it in her!"
It was over. Minutes had passed, minutes in which the hard contractions of her pussy had ebbed. She could still feel some shivering spasms in her cunt as Karl gave her several more humps before slowly withdrawing his cock from her body. Betty bit her lower lip, realizing how she had shamed herself. She could have remained impassive, have let the men rape her as they would without giving them the satisfaction of reciprocal lust. But something had happened, something the girl hadn't counted on. Her body had betrayed her, rolling in the lust of both men. Even now, one part of her wanted them to stay and fuck her more. She smacked her lips clean of the coach's cum, hoping they would let her go now they had fucked her.
"Ohhhh...."
Karl was out of her. She felt her outer cuntlips pulling back together, felt the cum oozing from her pussy and trickling down her asscrack toward her shitter. Both men were standing next to her by the rack, examining her as if she were some sort of biological specimen. Betty was too ashamed to look back at them. Turning her head away, she stared at the wall, wondering what would happen next to her, and wondering if her life would ever be the same after this rape.
"She's too good to let go right now," Karl said.
Betty's heart skipped a beat. She bit her lower lip, fighting back the tears starting to burn behind her eyes. They were going to keep her there-at least, for a while. She felt fingers caressing her thighs once more. They were monsters! They were animals! Not satisfied with having submitted her to this brutal rape, they were going to do more! She wanted to scream out her horror. But Betty knew that would only incur their wrath.
"Yeah. We've got time," Dan said, checking his wristwatch and nodding in approval.
"And we make sure the little bitch isn't going to tell anything," Karl said, giving his friend a knowing broad wink.
"Got the camera right here."
Pictures! They were going to take pictures of her, shame and threaten her with exposure if she said anything about today! Betty could see nothing but blackness. She lay there helpless on the bench. Even when she felt fingers working on the thongs holding her wrists to the bench, she knew it was only a brief reprieve. They were going to do something hideous to her. There would be more pain, more bondage, more humiliation, more fucking.
"Okay, up!"
Karl was holding her by the shoulders, pushing her off the table.
"Over here. Bend down. Get that ass up," Karl said, pushing the girl forward when she refused to move.
Betty stiffened her spine. No! She wouldn't get in that position. She resisted, half-turning around to tel him so when she felt a powerful blow between her shoulderblades. He had struck her with his fist, nearly breaking her spine, the force of the punch dropped her toward the floor. Catching herself just in time, the young teen wept, bending at the waist, grabbing her ankles with both fists. Someone behind her was dragging something terribly heavy across the floor.
"Here, on that."
"Owwwww!"
Mr. Wilson had purposely dropped a heavy two-by-four across the tops of her feet, nearly breaking her toes. Pushing her legs apart, he moved the wood until it lay near the tops of her ankles, instructing the girl to place her palms atop the board, fingers down. More rope. More pain.
Betty watched as Karl looped half-inch line around her wrists and ankles, fastening them to one another and the board in figure-eight knots. Her thighs were spread apart once again, this time in a bent-over position that made her ass stick up straight in the air. Karl slapped her ass wildly several times with his open hand, digging his awful right forefinger into her shitter more than once.
Betty snapped her head up, screaming, shouting, jerking her ass away and nearly falling on her face. She waddled away from the two men, moving her legs with great difficulty. The muscles in her ass and thighs cramped, her naked soles scraping painfully over the floor. Dan came up behind her, wrapping both hands around her thighs and burying his face into her asscrack. Betty screamed as she felt his large teeth tearing at her asshole, his tongue wriggling in, while his fingernails ripped at her thigh flesh. She tried pulling away, her tits swinging with the violent moves of her body. But Dan held firm, growling like a rabid dog, while his teeth and tongue continued to flick and bite up her asscheeks.
"Hey, don't kill the slut. We gotta still play with her."
"Man, nice sweet ass, nice and sweet," Dan murmured, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand.
"Yeah, sweet ass, sweet cunt too. We'll see just how sweet the bitch gets after we work 'er over a little. Come on, bitch, come on."
There was more movement behind her. Then Betty felt something sliding around her throat-something cool and smooth and thin, pressing up against her windpipe. Mr. Wilson was behind her now. She could feel his cock, his hairy groin rubbing up against her ass while his knees braced against the backs of her legs. He was muttering something, pulling up with both hands and pressuring a strip of something against her throat. His belt!
Betty cried out, trying to back away. She wormed her ass up against his cock, pulling backward, trying to turn her head to one side, anything to get more air. Mr. Wilson twisted the belt more cruelly around her throat, making jerking movements. He was about to break her windpipe.
"Uhh!"
It stopped, the belt dropping from her throat and the buckled end clattering against the concrete floor. Betty nearly fell; the room was spinning as she fought for balance, the wood and thongs still cutting cruelly into her wrists and ankles.
"Over here. Over here to clean up these shoes," Dan ordered, taking her by the hair and leading the girl back past the table to where both he and Mr. Wilson had disrobed.
They were forcing her head down, pushing her mouth up against the coach's tennis shoes and telling her to clean them with her tongue. Betty gagged. The foulest smell was coming from Coach Ungar's athletic shoes, but he was holding her down, twisting her hair, forcing her nose into the shoe's tongue. Gagging and choking, Betty did as she was told, drawing her tongue over the rough canvas, wetting it until it darkened with her spit.
They pushed her head down farther, working her mouth over the tongue, the laces, then down to the rubberized sole. She drew her tongue over the well of the shoe, spitting out twice as Dan turned it around and ordered her to clean the bottom. She drew her tongue over the sole, feeling all the tiny grooves and indentations while tasting the foulness of the rubber.
Behind her, Karl was rubbing her ass with both hands, peering over her thighs and watching what was happening with great relish.
"Now mine. It needs polishing a helluva lot more than those stupid things."
"Hell, if I'd known we were going to have a licker down here I would've worn my boots," Coach Ungar shot back, pulling away from the licking teen and examining his spit-licked shoes with pleasure.
"Come on, Betty, you're gonna clean 'em up real nice, just like you did with the tennis shoes," Karl said in a pleasant tone.
Betty gagged once more, and tried to draw back, but Mr. Wilson kicked his left shoe over to her, tangling his fingers in her hair and forcing her back down to the floor. How her back and shoulders ached! Mr. Wilson pushed her face against his shoe. At least there wasn't the foul sweaty smell Betty had choked on while licking the coach's shoe. She drew her tongue over the black leather, watching it shine up immediately with her spit. He was moving her head for her, rubbing her lips up against the wells, then turning the shoe over so the girl could lick the rough sole. It was horrible, degrading!
"Okay, that'll do. Up against the wall!" Karl ordered, taking her by the shoulders and wheeling her around.
Betty struggled to stay upright, waddling in that obscene position toward the nearest wall. He banged her head against it hard. As he kept her braced against it with his foot, Betty heard the coach hand him something. It was a knife!
"Oh!" She shrank from it, feeling her body shiver as all sorts of thoughts rushed through her mind.
Mr. Wilson was slowly turning the blade inches from her eyes, watching her, leering at her. Betty said nothing, unable to control the trembling that made her body shiver heavily against the board keeping her thighs spread wide apart. Karl licked his lips as he looked down at the firm, round swell of her asscheeks. The so quivering made the smooth white globes move, tightening and relaxing.
To her horror, she felt her pussy lips begin to get moist. Cuntjuice was actually beginning to trickle onto her thigh. Betty wanted to disappear, to sink out of sight. She could feel the wet, sticky line of her pussycrack completely exposed in front of this man. He could see every bit of her cunt-slit. And that knife! What was he going to do with it?
Betty's question was immediately answered. She felt something very cold and sharp sliding across her left asscheek. It was following the swell of her broad muscle, turned in such a way that the cutting edge of the blade only tickled her skin. Betty's arms spasmed, her forehead grating against the cold wall as she concentrated on the path of that knife. The pressure was increasing now as the sharp point slid closer to her cuntal zone. Betty wanted to sob again, but she guessed that the slightest move on her part would put the knife's tip through her flesh.
The teen felt her cunt sucking in air, opening in an uncontrollable spasm as the knife traced along the outer line of her pussy lips. The soft area was vulnerable, something that made the presence of the dagger more horrifying. Betty let out a series of soft moans, her legs shivering while more cuntjuice oozed from her fuck-slit. "Uh!"
He was holding the flat of the knife right at the center of her cunt. The point was up, pricking her clit, making her asscheeks shiver more uncontrollably. Betty felt her cunt clamp down on nothingness, the edges of the blade grazing the skin of her outer cunt lips.
Karl liked that, smiling with approval as he rocked the knife up and down, making sure the pointy tip touched her clit all the time. Betty arched her back a little, moving her ass around while trying to peek around her thighs and see what Karl and Dan were doing. Her pulse raced and her heart was pounding. What new horrors were these teachers planning for her?
CHAPTER FOUR
"Shit! She's rutting again! Can't do anything around her without making her hot!" Karl said, shaking his head with disbelief.
"Move it. Move that knife! Make her ass prance for it," Dan said.
Betty felt her slit cuntlips on fire. The constant rush of her juices across those thin, tiny cuts in her labes was like salt being rubbed into wounds. And yet she was unable to stop a strange feeling of excitement. She had to be a worthless slut to feel something like this, especially considering what had happened to her earlier. Karl was dragging the tip of the knife back, making a thin scratch up to her clit. The buzzing, spinning flashes assailing her brain grew worse and worse. Did she have no control over her body? Was there no limit to her depravity?
The knife was pulled back, only to reappear as a stinging, stabbing sensation around her stutter. He was poking the tip of it into her asshole, making her roll her hips from side to side. Betty bit her lip again, wondering how she could be responding to this kind of pain and humiliation. The cuts in her ass were like tiny fires, each of them blazing with unspeakable fury and making her cunt juice all the more.
She felt her sweat rolling down her thighs, mixing with the juice still seeping from the itchy, velvety lining of her pussy. Her body glistened once more, rivers of sweat running down from her armpits.
"Bitch pig! You love this too? Christ, Dan's right. There's nothing you can't handle, just as long as you think you're gonna get some fuckin' in."
"No, it's not true!" Betty shot back, sobbing with shame.
"Man, she's so fuckin' hot ... I wanna get in her pussy like you did," Dan said, his fist moving on his slippery cockshaft faster and faster, while his breathing betrayed his excitement.
"You'll get your chance. Right now, I gotta heat up that ass even more. Gonna make sure there isn't one damned virgin hole in your body when you stagger outta here, understand?" Mr. Wilson said, reaching down and jerking up her head by her hair.
Betty let out a howl of pain. She wouldn't answer him. She had heard him say something about her asshole. And now he was toying with it again, touching it with the knife. Turning around once again, she saw Karl holding his belt, the one that had nearly strangled her earlier. Doubling it over, he approached her, his cock sticking straight out from his groin once more, and looking more formidable than ever. She saw him drawing his hand back, the black leather belt hissing through the air. She knew what was going to happen and cried out, jerking her head forward while clenching her teeth together.
The thin leather struck with the vengeance of a tornado! The dry smacking sound echoed through the room while the force of the blow knocked Betty's head hard against the wall. Immediately, she felt the hot, stinging bite of the leather, a bite that drew tears from her eyes. She let out a gasp, then heard the belt cutting through the air once more. "Unnghghhh!"
Sweat poured from under her arms, itching where it trickled across the sides of her tits. Again, the belt came down against her body, cutting a long red welt just below her ribs while her knees knocked and nearly buckled from the sharp agony. No! This was too much for her to stand. She had never had anything like this happen to her in her life before.
"Oowwwww!"
A fourth blow, this one just above her calves. Betty let out a heart-rending cry, her forehead jamming up against the wall while her asscheeks quivered under the steady blows of the black leather belt. More hits. Betty writhed with the stinging pain of the cuts. She could feel the warm sticky flow of sweat down her body and wondered if it were blood oozing from some break in her skin. Karl was certainly hitting her hard enough, bringing down the belt again and again, in merciless criss-cross fashion.
Gnashing her teeth together, the blonde teen endured the torment, jerking her arms again and again against the ropes binding her wrists to her ankles. How her body ached from this belting, this obscene whipping in which all she could do was bend over and expose her ass and cunt to these animals!
"Over here ... bring her over here," Dan said, jerking his head in the direction of a sink.
Karl gave Betty a few more final lashes with his belt, looping it around her neck like a harness and forcing her away from the wall. Betty waddled after him, nearly toppling over twice. There was a low sink where Dan was standing, the basin filled with filthy water. The stench was worse than the smell that had come out of the coach's tennis shoes. It was into that muck that Karl pushed her face. Betty almost vomited at once, choking and coughing, realizing they were going to drown her in that thing if she didn't fight back. But what could she do? The ropes held her arms and legs firmly in place, and Karl was behind her, rubbing his cock up against her sweaty asscrack.
She coughed, feeling the sour bile rising in her throat. Seconds from throwing up, the younp teen knew if she retched she would drown in her own vomit. Just at that point the girl felt two fingers jammed hard into her asshole. The fear of choking to death in this horrid water made her forget about the immediate threat to her asshole. By the time her assmuscles had snapped shut protectively, Karl had shoved his fingers up to the second joint, now twisting them around and around while still keeping her head in the sink. Just when Betty thought she was going to pass out from lack of air, the big man pulled her out.
It was then Betty thought she would blow apart from the pressure up her ass. He was enjoying it immensely, twisting his fingers around and around, sliding them deeper and deeper until his knuckles were brushing up against the wrinkles of her shitter.
Then Karl jerked on her hair, ripping more hairs from her skull, shoving her face back towards the fetid water. The fumes gathered around her, invading her nostrils, making Betty violently ill. Again, she felt her bile rising, threatening to choke her. The teacher, realizing how close she was to vomiting a second time, pulled her away from the trough-like sink, keeping her close enough, however, so Betty could get a whiff of the filth every now and then. She wrinkled her nose, taking in gaspy lungfuls of air to refill her lungs.
"Now you'll learn what it's like to get reamed out all the way, all holes filled. Most girls don't like this, but we'll find out what you dig," Mr. Wilson said, slipping yet another finger into her asshole and twisting it around.
Betty let out a low moan, moving her ass against his fucking fingers. There were hot, spicy sensations radiating out from her asshole, feelings she never would have guessed possible. They were making her cunt very warm all over again, while her clit spasmed with a kind of tingling delight.
Karl noticed her reaction as well as Dan, laughing and commenting on it while the teacher fucked in and out, in and out with his fingers. He wanted her to take his cock up her shitter. Betty remembered the poling, squeezing sensation she had when he had raped her after tearing her cherry with his thumb. And now-and now he was going to do the same thing up her ass! The girl shivered, knowing there was nothing she could do to prevent it.
"Gonna take my ol' cock up there, right? You're gonna have to stand in class for the next few days, Betty, because I don't think you'll be able to sit down too well."
Dan laughed, stroking his prick while watching the biology teacher bend his knees, bracing his legs up against Betty. She could feel it, feel the hot, slick heat rubbing up and down her ass-crack. Betty groaned again at the pain of his hands rubbing over the rising welts created from the beating. She sobbed again, feeling her body one large wound, one big tormented thing while Karl was hunkering down behind her, getting ready to fuck his cock in.
And then it was there, his meaty double-lobed cockhead rubbing into her shitter. She could feel the pressure building, far more painful than the pressure she had felt in her pussy earlier. At least that was a natural opening, a place where a man's cock was supposed to be. But this-
Karl grunted with the effort, his fingers hooking around her hipbones while his knees dug more frantically against the backs of her legs. She could feel his sweat against her asscheeks and back. Her ankles and wrists chafed while her body strained against the restraints.
"Damn it, Dan, get the fuckin' camera. We got some good shots here. Careful not to get my face," he added. "Just get her and my cock.
That'll take care of anything she wants to say against us."
Betty could hardly hear what he was saying. Her brain spun dizzyingly around and around as the pain increased to an agonizing level. Her ass ached as if someone were trying to pull her flesh apart. The agony raced down the backs of her thighs to her toes, all the nerves throbbing painfully as Karl still tried to work his prick into her tight-fitting asshole.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Karl slapped down hard with both hands now, doing anything to try to force the young blonde girl's ass to relax. Betty did all she could, as well, trying to do anything to ease the horrid pain throbbing through her body. Finally, with more slaps across the top of her asscheeks, Karl managed to ease his hunk of cock back into her asshole.
Betty thought she would die. Groaning, she felt his huge fuckpole being pushed into her stutter, jammed all the way in until she couldn't speak! Her face reddened while her neck tensed. Karl was bending over her, mounting her like a dog mounts his bitch in the gutter while jamming his prick up into her asshole. He rocked his thick-muscled thighs from left to right, increasing the sensation of being fucked.
Betty thought he was going to tear all her asshole muscles.
"No, don't fuck me back there ... don't ... don't do it!" She wept.
"Ohhhhh, yeahhhh, real nice, real nice ... tighter than hell, but real nice. Almost as good as makin' that pussy you got down there," Karl said, reaching around and stroking her cunt for emphasis.
Weird sensations of need shot out from her asshole, richocheting off her clit and smashing into her brain again and again. Karl's fingers fanned out against her plump ass. He was pushing in slowly, taking his time, puffing and panting heavily while telling her how tight and hot her ass was rubbing up against his prick. Betty let out groans, feeling time and time again as if she would choke on her own spit. The pain was splitting her open, making her feel as if he were tearing her body in two. And then Dan was there, moving her and Karl back to that wretched low sink, threatening to shove her head back in the water. The smell made Betty retch again.
"No!"
"Man, it's good, especially when I stroke my fingers around her pussy. She's clampin' down, just like she did when I stoked 'er up with my knife. Christ, Betty, you're going to cum before I get a chance to stick my prick all the way in you."
"Stop it, please-"
Dan nearly pushed her face in the water again as Karl shoved more than half his cock in her ass. He stopped, wiping his forehead with his hand and looking down at his pink-skinned cockmeat, bending slightly from the resistance offered by Betty's ass. She squealed once more, going into tremors of need and pain while she felt the big muscles in her ass and upper thighs cramping from the pressure of being fucked that way. Flexing her ass, the girl felt it rubbing up against the teacher's sexy, hairy belly. The sliding of his thick-muscled cock as it moved deeper into her ass sent more hot thrills shivering through her.
The shame of being fucked back there! None of her girlfriends at school had even mentioned being fucked in the ass. A painful cramp brought Betty back to the present, her shitter catching fire as Karl buried two more inches in her guts. One more, one more inch and he would have all ten inches of his cock up her shitter, rubbing his groin over her ass. Ten inches! The thought of having something big like that in her ass filled her with terror.
And Karl wasn't about to leave her pussy alone. He had touched her asshole while raping her pussy. Now he was stroking her cuntlips, pinching them, finally grabbing a fistful of her pussyhairs and yanking them with a loud, ripping sound from her swollen cunt mound.
"Eaghghghhghghghhhh!" Betty shrieked, the pain nearly making her piss on herself.
Another jab up her ass and the resulting shock of pain took her mind off her pussy again suddenly. She let out another cry, her legs starting to give way. She pulled up against the board one more time, rubbing the sharp edge against her ankles and drawing more pain into her body. She gasped, grunting in time with Karl's massive fuck strokes.
"Man, this is it. Gonna blow that fuckin' ass of yours right into orbit with my cock!" the teacher said, slapping her ass and spreading her ass cheeks apart widely with both hands while fucking down deep. Dan was putting one foot on the back of her head, forcing it down into the awful sink filled with putrid liquid.
All the young girl could think about was that thing slicing into her ass, pounding her harder, making her body shiver against the wood while it tunneled in savagely. She sobbed, thinking the teacher's cock would surely come right up to her mouth. Yet she was panting heavily, and her breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps until she felt light-headed and buzzy. Brilliant, stinging flashes assailed her stiff little clit, making the teen back up and jerk her ass up and down against Karl's belly against her will.
"Christ! Gonna blow my wad into this little bitch again! Where's that fuckin' camera?"
Dan scurried back and retrieved the Polaroid, checking the lens, the setting, then quickly aiming it at the fucked, bent-over teen. Karl slowed down, leaning back to keep his face from the picture while arching down and slowly feeding his prick into her shitter.
Betty's face was clearly visible to the lens, a fact brought home to the girl when she heard the click and subsequent whirring sound of the film as Dan took three shots of her ass being fucked. One shot in particular showed Betty with her wrist and ankles clearly bound to the board, her ass high in the air with Karl's big prick spearing into it.
Betty moaned. All she thought of at that moment was the unraveling ball of sexuality exploding in her belly. It was happening again! Oh God, her body was betraying her again! In spite of her resolve to remain passive, Betty felt her cunt constricting against nothing, spasming, while her ass clenched down tightly against Karl's fucking prick.
"Doin' it, man, doin' it!"
Karl closed his eyes, his thick-muscled body shaking and slamming forward while his legs bumped up against Betty's. He was snapping his head from left to right, growling through his teeth while his white jizz sprayed into her burning asshole. Betty felt it, felt the splashing of his jizz as it singed her bowels. It was all she needed to reach her own climax. Her tits bounced against one another while her toes curled against the cold floor. Those buzzing, flashing lights behind her eyes exploded again, turning Betty into a convulsing fuck animal. Again and again, the stinging, biting spasms chewed into her clit, forcing the girl to cry out as she banged her forehead against the wall before her. She came and came and came, feeling Karl humping into her, feeling his hands pawing her body while his fingernails clawed savagely against her flesh.
Betty had no idea how long this had gone on. Dan was holding something in front of her, something rectangular, inches before her eyes. Blinking them clear, Betty focused and saw they were shots of her, bent over that way, bound to the two-by-four between her legs while someone was obviously fucking her in the ass. What was worse was that her face was reflecting something other than pain and horror. There was almost a smile of relief, of satisfaction on her lips while her eyes were closed in an expression more of ecstasy than of pain. It would be very difficult, she thought, to explain away these photos to the authorities, claiming she was brutally raped against her will.
"Nice, real nice," Mr. Wilson said, pulling his cock out slowly, then wiping his cockhead over the rounded top curves of her asscheeks.
Betty felt defeated, blown to pieces as she still stood bent over and fastened to the wood. Her body ached from the bondage, the ropes, the beating, the multiple fuckings. She looked between her thighs and saw the poor leavings of her innocence-her panties still lying on the floor, her notebook papers scattered over the concrete, dropped when Mr. Wilson had accosted her and drawn her arms behind her back.
Betty closed her eyes and cried for all she was worth, realizing that no matter what, nothing would be the same for her. A fuckless life had turned into one of wanton sexual gluttony.
"It's becoming late, Betty. We don't want to interrupt your study habits. We have a test tomorrow and I assume you'll do well. Perhaps, after this, you might surprise yourself with your grades. We'll see," Mr. Wilson said, bending over and untying the bonds holding her wrists and ankles to the board.
Betty couldn't look at either of them. She straightened her spine, feeling the aches sharply in her back and thighs. She wished she could shower, her asshole and cunt were still filled with cum while her flesh was sticky with half-dried perspiration. But the one thing overriding her present discomfort was her desire to get out as quickly as she could.
"Here. These are yours, I think."
Coach Ungar thrust the juice-dampened panties into her face, rubbing them up against her nose while squeezing her ass so hard Betty screamed and jerked away from him. She got back into her torn clothes, quietly sobbing, and when they opened the door for her, she ran quickly out into the street.
CHAPTER FIVE
"No! I don't believe it!"
Kathy Dennis sat in the high school cafeteria, her lower jaw slackened as she listened to Betty tell her story.
The young blonde was trembling, rubbing her fingers along her upper arms and feeling very, very cold. It had been three days since her ordeal, three long days in which she had had little sleep. All through the night she had tossed and turned, feeling the hard smacking kiss of the leather belt, the tearing pull of the thongs, and always that delicious itchy squeeze of Karl's cockmeat through her cunt or penetrating her tight little asshole.
Betty had cut Mr. Wilson's class three times, fearing she would come unglued if she were to see him up there in front of everybody teaching as if nothing had happened. She wanted to scream when she saw him in the hall. Instead, all she did was shrink away, praying God neither he nor the coach had spotted her. When her best friend, Kathy, had cornered her in the cafeteria that afternoon, Betty had tried to leave. But Kathy had been so insistent, and the blonde teen had had a real need to tell someone.
"It's ... true! Oh God, it's so true," she cried, burying her head in her hands and crying. She felt stinging tears wetting her fingers as she rested her elbows on the cool formica-topped table.
Kathy looked around nervously, shrugging off curious stares from passing students.
"Then you've gotta tell Mr. Hennessey, the principal. He'll take care of those creeps," Kathy said after some moments of thought.
"I can't," Betty retorted, wiping the tears with the back of one hand. "They've got those pictures of me doing things with them. If I say anything, they're gonna say I led them on!"
"So what? Even with that, they'll lose their jobs," Kathy replied, looking a little smug with her answer.
"But what about me? It'll be all over the city what I did. My mom'll freak. Nobody'll talk to me! Oh, why is this happening to me?"
Kathy sat at the table for a while, tapping the table top with her pencil.
"Then we've gotta get those pictures. Once you have them, Mr. Wilson and Coach Ungar don't have a hold over you, right?"
Betty looked at her friend miserably.
"But I don't know where they are. I think I heard them say something about stashing them in the coach's office, but how are we gonna get inside there? Two girls in a guy's gym?"
"We'll just have to wait 'til after school. You know Warren Yonkers? He's got a real crush on me. I think I can get him to get the keys to Coach Ungar's office. Then all we have to do is wait 'til he leaves, and break in."
"It sounds too simple, Kathy," Betty said, feeling hope rush into her for the first time since her double rape. She wanted to believe something like that could happen. But just remembering how certain those men were about having her in the palms of their hands made Betty feel as if the project were doomed from the start. "What if they catch us? They'll drag you into this too."
The brunette shrugged, a faint smile tracing across her lips.
"That's what friends are for. Besides," she added, flipping her hair behind her narrow shoulders, "these kinda creeps don't belong in a school. I don't like the idea of Mr. Wilson and Coach Ungar strutting around, picking out girls and ... and fucking them."
Betty winced, feeling there was some disapproval directed toward her. She realized that she would have to either support Kathy or back away. It took her little time to decide.
"All right. We'll do it. Tonight?"
Kathy frowned, rolling up her eyes in thought.
"I'll see if I can get Warren on the move. Don't worry, Betty, we'll get this thing under control."
Betty hoped so, and continued hoping so all through the remainder of the school day. Again she cut her biology class, knowing full well her mother would be getting a note on this, her fourth unauthroized absence. Betty didn't care.
When three-thirty came around, she stood in front of the coach's office as Kathy had directed, feeling as if her heart would come right through her ribcage. Coach Ungar had just passed her in the hall, purposely brushing against her and touching her ass with the back of his hand before moving on. Why did he still have that awful power to make her shiver like that?
Betty felt her cunt contract as those delicious hot sensations came back again, making her clit start to stiffen and rise from around her surrounding dark-pink moist cuntflesh. Betty shook off the sensation, rubbing her fingers briskly over her arms while pressing her ass against the green metal lockers behind her.
"Betty?"
"Oh!"
Betty nearly jumped from her skin. It was Kathy, she held a small ring of keys, wiggling them triumphantly in front of her face. She had a broad smile that lit everything up around her. Betty sighed with relief. She had done it! Now all they had to do was sneak downstairs, break into the office, and search for those tell-tale photos.
"Come on. Let's go!"
The two girls rushed off quickly down the long corridor, heading for the gymnasium area.
"I'm scared, Betty, but we're gonna do it," Kathy said, taking her hand and walking quickly toward the male half of the locker area.
When they reached the large double doors leading to the shower and Jacuzzi space, both heard the sounds of boys talking and laughing above the steady hiss of running water. Betty reddened, feeling that hot tight sensation shoot through her cunt all over again. She felt her outer pussy-lips swelling, and becoming moist. Naked men. Hot naked men, only feet away, ready to fuck her if she should push those doors open and ... what on earth could she be thinking of? Betty pushed those horrid, naughty thoughts from her mind and followed her friend down another shorter hall to where she guessed Coach Ungar held court.
"Here. Warren said Coach Ungar was having some kind of pep-talk, or something, with the team for the next hour, then giving some practice shots. He won't be down here for a while. Come on."
All the offices were dark. Betty felt her pulse jump a littl when she saw his name stenciled neatly in black on the glass of his door. Her friend fished out the appropriate key, inserted it, and opened the door.
"There. Come on, let's look now for those pictures."
Closing the door behind them, the girls began immediately searching through the office, being careful to put back everything they examined in the correct spot. All through their search, Betty prayed God she would be the one to find those photos. The girl could well imagine her friend's shock when she saw her bent over that way, roped hand and foot, with that cock fucking her. There was that horrid smile on her face, too, a smile Mr. Wilson accurately said couldn't be mistaken for anything but sheer, animal pleasure.
"Here ... are these ... oh, Betty! My God!" Her friend's face had whitened as she studied one picture after another, shaking her head, her mouth opened.
"I told you they were awful," Betty sobbed, rushing to her side.
She felt her heart beating hard all over again, that moist, sexy, itchy, achy heat concentrated in the fuzzy bundle between her legs as she stared at those pictures of her bound to the board. More interesting was that cock splitting her ass right in two.
Grabbing the pictures from Kathy, she gave them one last look, terror knifing through her mind. Her tits were starting to itch around her nipples while her furry cunt was generating more heat as her swollen cuntlips rubbed against one another. No. She wasn't going to have that kind of reaction here-not here, not in front of her friend, not in the coach's office. She was a good girl, not some mindless slut Mr. Wilson and Coach Ungar had tried to tell her she was. A knot of tension formed between her belly and pussy as Kathy closed the briefcase and put it back on the floor. They were about to leave when two silhouettes in front of the door stopped them cold in their tracks. Someone was reaching for keys outside the office.
"I thought you said he'd be gone for the hour," Betty whispered, looking wildly around for some place to hide.
"The cabinet!"
But Coach Ungar had opened the door too quickly. Behind him was Karl Wilson, as surprised to see the young women as they were to see him.
"Close the door, Karl."
"I'll scream," Kathy said defiantly, eyeing the door while backing against the wall.
"Then do it. Nobody's around. The team went home. I sent them there. Now, what are you thieves doing in my office?"
Betty stood quietly by the tall green metal cabinet, having stashed the pictures in her bra. She saw him looking at the briefcase, a smile crossing his lips.
"Of course."
Moving to the case, Coach Ungar eyed Betty, his smile broadening.
"Our little secret seems to have gotten around, right? Maybe your friend is interested in joining out little club?"
The athletic director opened his case and saw immediately that the photos were gone. Karl didn't wait that long. He moved quickly across the room, grabbing Kathy by her long brown hair and pulling the girl down against the desk. She screamed, her feet going out from under her while her arms buckled under her body. He twisted her hair tightly, pulling the strands from her scalp while dragging her over the desktop. Turning her onto her back, he brought the flat of his free hand down hard across one side of her face, back-handing her twice, directing his knuckles across her chin.
Betty screamed, clapping her hands over her lips as she watched her friend being beaten. Another blow sent Kathy rolling across the top of the desk, collapsing into a crumpled hump on the floor.
"Ohhhhhh...." she moaned, drawing herself in a fetal position.
Karl moved around behind her, kicking her twice in the ass, then bending over her and picking her up by the hair once more. Kathy screamed, her cry knocked out of her by two more slaps across the face. She looked up at her tormentor, fear in her eyes. .Betty saw the bravado her friend had shown earlier was gone, evaporated under the heat of Mr. Wilson's fury.
"Where are those pictures?" he shouted in her face, spittle frothing against her cheeks.
"I don't know. I really don't," Kathy said, her face a mask of pain as he pulled her hair once more.
"Hey. Betty was the closest one. She's probably got them," Coach Ungar suggested.
"Then search her. Strip-search her," he corrected, pulling Kathy away and slapping her again for good measure.
Betty shook her head slowly, her hands on her face. Not again. Dear Lord, not again. They were going to make her endure it all over again-and this time, Kathy would suffer too. "No ... uhhhhh!"
Betty had seen the brightness of his eyes focused on her like the hungry fixed stare of a wolf. She saw his hard-on, that tell-tale bulge against his shorts. Then there came a slap, an awful stinging hot blow against her cheeks. He had smiled at her broadly before bringing his big hand down across her face. The report of the slap and her shrill cry were simultaneous. Her head throbbed as it snapped back and struck the wall, the force of it knocking a picture to the floor. Betty let out another groan, feeling her knees giving way as she slipped toward the floor.
"No!" she whimpered, the stink of his sweaty clothes filling her nostrils.
The excitement in the room was building quickly. She heard her friend crying out and guessed Karl was torturing her as well. They couldn't keep them here and do this sort of thing. Sooner or later, the janitor would come by and he'd hear them.
"Man, I could have you gimme head right here," the coach said, hooking his thumbs under the elastic band of his workout shorts and pushing them down.
Betty could see the pressure being exerted against his jockstrap, the pressure of his cock growing long and thick. And when he pushed the ribbed cotton cup down, she backed away as the long thick thing bobbed out, pointing right at her. She sobbed, her back against the wall, her fists clenched with her nails creasing her sweaty palms.
"Here!" Dan grabbed her, his one hand coming down on her head, striking her hard enough to daze her.
Wrapping his fingers around her hair, he dragged her to the center of the office. Betty groaned, her eyelids blinking rapidly as she struggled weakly against him. Mr. Wilson was holding Kathy against the wall, slapping her, biting her throat, making the girl shriek through the rag he had stuffed in her mouth. Kathy's eyes rolled in terror. Then another slap was followed by the tearing sound of Betty's dress being ripped from her body.
"Uh!"
There were more ripping sounds-the sounds of her blouse being torn from her body, the sounds of her bra strap being ripped, the sounds of her panties and skirt being pulled roughly down and off. "No!"
Dan was on top of her, making up for the fuck he felt he'd been cheated of earlier. His short haircut felt like bristled brushes against her tits as he buried his face in her tits and began sucking on them brutally. As her fear mounted, more sweat oozed from her pores, glistening on her flesh. She was naked now, the remnants of her clothes scattered around her naked body. Dan had her on the carpeted floor, his lingers tearing at her hair each time she tried to scream.
Finally he stuffed her panties in her mouth, shoving them all the way in and securing them with what was left of her bra. He tied the strap around the back of her head, knocking her knees apart and settling down between them. It was a brutal, awful rape, nearly as terrifying as the first time Karl had fucked her. She threw her head back, letting out a muffled groan. But again, to her horror, she found her fear was replaced by a terrible desire to feel the coach's mouth on her thigh flesh, bruising her inner muscles. She wanted to feel his strong sharp teeth between her kicking legs, even deeper, tearing at her clit, ravaging her until she couldn't cum any longer.
" 'Oooo wwwwww!"
Still something in Betty was fighting him, fighting for what little was left of her pride. She struggled, feeling him holding her right wrist with one hand while he jammed his palm between her legs, forcing them wider. He cupped her crotch, his thumb ramming her cunt crack.
Without thinking, the girl began shoving her hips up and down, helping him embed his thick thumb in her wet cunt. Dan grunted with satisfaction, shoving in his thumb in at an angle, finding her swollen clit, then crushing the tiny fuck bud with his nail.
"Eaghghhghghghh!"
Brilliant stars exploded in her head at the unspeakable pain. Her legs kicked out as the big man continued tormenting her clit.
When Betty thought she surely would pass out from the agony, Dan took his hand away, throwing himself on her belly and prying her legs apart with his hands and knees. Betty shut her eyes, her ass flattened against the floor. A pulse leaped through her throat as she tightened her jaw. Spasms of wild lust leaped through her belly, spearing into her cunt, making her full cuntlips swell and throb even more. She could feel her pussywalls rubbing sexily against one another every time she rolled her thighs up against Dan's muscled belly. Then she felt his weight pressing down on her harder, felt something hot rubbing up against her jagged wet cuntal slit.
"Uhhh ... owwwwwww!"
He was in, doing it to her, doing it to her the way Karl had. His cockshaft burned through her cunt, the force sending Shockwaves through her twisting body. In a moment, the coach was all the way in her pussy, his belly pressed against hers while his hands moved up and started kneading her tits. He fucked her harder and faster, slamming hard into her and stretching her pussy open.
As he rode her, Betty tightened up, clutching at his pounding prick. Both of them were panting hard, working fiendishly at this unholy alliance. Again and again, they collided, a cry of greed escaping from the young teen's mouth as Coach Ungar slammed hard into her.
The first bursts of cum burned into her pussy like acid. She kicked her legs high, beating the balls of her feet against his lower back as the thrusting climax burst through her loins and exploded throughout her body. Oh God, God, the shame of it!
CHAPTER SIX
After having been fucked by Dan, Betty was left lifeless on the floor. Coach Ungar had successfully subdued Kathy, having draped her body across the back of his chair while roping her ankles and wrists. There was more shuffling behind Betty, then she felt someone gathering her up, pulling her across the floor and stuffing her into a sack. She weakly protested, but a hand shoved her head down. Kathy, the girl guessed, was suffering the same humiliation.
The drawstrings across the top successfully blocked the sunlight.
"Get their clothes, and we'll get the hell out before the janitor comes."
Betty found herself dragged across the office floor over the slightly raised doorway, then lifted onto Mr. Wilson's broad back.
"I think I got the light one," he said, laughing lightly as he made his way through the darkened corridor out to the faculty parking lot behind the building.
Betty thought of kicking and screaming the moment they were out of the building. But then she knew there would be few, if any, people outside at this time of day. Any wild attempts at escape would be met with severe punishment later. In the end, Betty remained quiet, cringing in the sack as she and Kathy were placed in a car.
Nothing was said in the car as they sped away from the parking lot. Kathy, she guessed, was next to her. She could feel something rubbing against her thigh, hearing every now and then a muffled whimper. She wanted to say some word of encouragement, but could think of nothing. The short trip told Betty they were back at that warehouse, back at the place where she had endured her rape.
"Get 'em out and inside. I'll pull the car around the back," Coach Ungar said.
Karl was strong enough to haul both girls out, dragging the sacks over the uneven ground, over the stairs, into the warehouse.
"Nobody's around. They're all off for the day, so you can yell your damned heads off and it won't do any good," Karl said, loosening the drawstrings, then dumping Betty out first. "I picked up those pictures, by the way. They fell out when Dan was fucking you. Too bad. If you were a few minutes earlier you would have been home free. Now you're in for more fun ... and your friend too."
Betty heard the door open again. Dan was there, holding the keys in one hand while closing the door with the other. The sound of the bolt sliding home made her shiver. It was like a sentence of doom. The girl began crying, shaking her head, wondering what she had done to deserve this second round of horror.
"Don't carry on that way. You're gonna be all smiles when we get through with you and your friend here. In fact, I've got the perfect solution for you," he said, irony all over his face.
Betty let out another whimper, feeling him gripping her by the upper arm and pulling her roughly from the floor. She shook the hair from her eyes, watching as Coach Ungar dumped the groaning Kathy from the sack. Her friend tumbled out head over heels, her wrists and ankles still bound together.
"Untie her, Dan, and bring her over here. We're gonna give them a bike ride."
"Good idea. See what they do with that one."
They moved beyond the workbench, that horrid bench where she had been so brutally raped and beaten. They moved beyond another partition to a rear area. There she found two exercycles facing one another, wires draped loosely around the seats and handlebars of both machines. They were white, the kind she had seen in gyms. The only difference was the wires and clamps-those and a small black box resting innocuously on the floor. Betty balked, drawing back. Karl pushed her forward.
"Nothing to worry about. It's not going to bite you, although you'll think it is once you get going on it. Now, climb onto the seat."
There was nothing else for her to do. Obediently Betty raised her left leg, hauled herself onto the bike, then put her naked feet on the pedals. They were cold and rough against her bare soles.
A cry from her right caught her attention. Dan had untied Kathy and was dragging her toward them. The girl was struggling, her ass thrust back, her knees bent, her heels trying to dig defiantly into the unyielding concrete floor while she twisted and writhed against the big man. He laughed at her, letting her go back for a while, then jerking her forward, bringing her twice to her knees.
"Get on the other bike, baby. Come on, move that tight ass of yours."
"Oh!"
Dan had slapped Kathy hard across the ass, bringing a shocked cry from her lips. Betty was already on the cycle, staring down at her friend. There was no more of the confidence she had shown earlier. Now there was only uncertainty and fear. She peered through her long black hair at her friend, her lips quivering slightly. Kathy appeared as if she were about to say something. Then Coach Ungar slapped her again, wrestling with the recalcitrant teen and forcing her finally to the other cycle. Reluctantly, the brunette climbed aboard, gripping tightly onto the handlebars as if her strength would somehow push those awful men away.
"Good friends should always help each other," Karl said, untangling the nest of black wires confronting him.
Betty saw clamps dangling at the end of the wires, clamps she knew were meant for her and Kathy. She tightened her fingers around the cracked black plastic handlebars, her toes curling against the sharp pedals as her eyes took in the events unfolding before her. Karl had successfully freed five clamps, laying four of them carefully over the handlebars while opening one of them, bringing it up to her left nipple. The girl shivered, her head shuddering slightly as the teacher rubbed the head of the clamp lightly over her stiffened tit-nub.
Betty whimpered, grinding her teeth together as she felt that cold touch, that awful thrilling rub that made her nipple throb in time with her pussy. And then Karl opened the clamp, exposing its terrible tiny teeth, rubbing them against her nipple before twisting the clamp around and closing it over her taut red tit tip.
"Owwwww!"
Betty grimaced, her cheeks quivering while both legs kicked off the pedals. It was all she could do to set her jaw and straighten her back.
No. She wouldn't give this man the pleasure of seeing her wincing and crawling again. She stood her ground, keeping her lips compressed tightly together and fighting down a groan as Mr. Wilson clamped the second wire to her left tit. Its small teeth were cutting into her soft tit-flesh, bringing a mixture of pain and delight to the teen.
Betty could feel her cuntal cream starting to flow already, greasing down the black plastic seat under her asscheeks. She shifted position, blinking away the tears while Mr. Wilson picked up a third clamp and brought it down to her cunt. His soft touch against her labes made her pussy quiver with itching delight. The teacher saw her cunt-juice, felt the increasing heat warming her pussy and smiled.
"You look cool, Betty, but you sure want this awfully bad."
She tried ignoring his comments, hoping Kathy hadn't heard them.
"Oh, Betty, what is he doing to you?" Kathy screamed, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"The same thing that's gonna happen to you, baby!"
"No, don't ... oh don't do that to me . not the same thing that's happening to her,"
Kathy pleaded, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.
She tried scrambling off the bike, but Dan, after having throttled her, made her get back on. Sobbing, she gripped the handlebars, screaming each time he attached one of the clamps to her nipples. When he was fumbling around with her pussy, the girl cried wildly again, kicking the bike with her bare feet while hugging the frame with her knees.
By now Betty was cooperating meekly.
"Now, raise your ass just a little."
Karl had already attached two clamps to her cunt, one on each Up, just below her clit. And now he had another wire, this one inserted up her shitter after he had spread both asscheeks carefully. Betty grimaced again, her nostrils flaring slightly as she felt the cold metal worming its way up into her bowels. Her slick ass-canal clamped tightly on this strange intruder, the clenching action bringing a spark of delight racing into her clit.
Kathy was leaning forward on the bike, her tits dangling over the handlebars while her long brown hair partially curtained her face.
Dan was struggling with the last wire, having taken care of her cunt and tits. Finally he shoved the thing into the screaming girl's ass, working it all the way up until Kathy was puffing and panting like an animal. He forced her back onto the seat, kicking her legs back onto the pedals. Kathy lowered her head, unable to stare her friend in the face.
"Pedal." Karl was looking at Betty, pointing down at her feet.
She obeyed, moving her feet one full revolution around. Immediately Kathy screamed, her body jerking, swaying wildly against the bike. Both feet flew off the pedals while her hands jerked from the handlebars. There was shock on her face and terror in her rounded eyes as she stared ahead at Betty.
"Wh-what happened?" Betty asked, turning toward the teacher.
"It's a tiny generator," Karl said, nudging that little black box on the floor between both bikes. "It's hooked up so when you pedal, you send a current through the wires into your friend there. And likewise, when she pedals, you feel the same. Come on, do the same for your friend," Karl said, nodding in Kathy's direction.
Reluctantly, the brunette obeyed, bringing her legs back on the pedals and turning them around once.
"Oh!"
Betty appreciated what her friend had suffered a moment ago. A faint pulsing heat flashed into her body through her nipples, her cunt and her asshole.
"Now, to make sure you don't stop pedaling during the exercise, we're going to fasten your feet to the pedals, your hands to the handlebars. Makes sense, doesn't it? Dan, you get the brunette. I'll take care of Betty."
Betty sat mutely as he roped her ankles to the pedals with a fifteen-inch length of cord, finishing by fastening her wrists to the handlebars with two short brown leather thongs. Kathy was still protesting, sobbing pitifully as the restraints were attached to her body.
"There now, you girls can have the times of your lives. As long as you keep pedaling, the current will flow. And of course, the faster you pedal, the more voltage you create. Betty, you can start as always," Karl said, tapping her lightly on the shoulder.
The girl knew she had better start quickly, or the tap would become a savage blow in a moment. Tensing her thigh and leg muscles, she began. Pushing down the pedal, she heard the generator start to whine. Kathy let out a cry, her body stiffening while her arms and legs spasmed against the machine. Her head lolled from side to side while her eyes rounded and glazed over. She sounded as if she were trying to say something. But only cracked choked sounds came from her parted lips as she struggled with the flow of current. Slapped several more times by Dan, the young brunette reciprocated, starting to pedal, and sending a steady pulsing current into Betty. "Ummmmmm!"
There it was again, that steady, pulsing warm thing that was licking softly at her nipples, clit and asshole! She sighed, shrugging her head into her narrow shoulders while leaning forward slightly and applying more pressure on the pedals. She increased her speed, feeling a warm dampness on her flesh start to rise.
Shaking the loose blonde hair from her eyes, Betty began pedaling faster and faster. Oh, oh, it was good, so good, feeling that current tickling her clit and nipples. And how her asshole was itching! She tensed her asscheeks, working them gently from left to right against the small black plastic bicycle seat as her juices flowed from her cunt and slicked down her thighs.
"Ohhhh, Kathy!" she moaned, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back. It was a delicious, hot feeling, one that brought moans from her throat as she worked her feet around faster and faster.
"No! Owwwww! Oh, it hurts!" Kathy screamed, her eyelids fluttering while her thighs ridged from the pain caused by the rushing electrical current.
More than once the teen tried jerking her legs off the pedals as if that would somehow stop the stinging pain in her cunt, her nipples, her asshole. But the thongs held, strapping both her arms and legs to the horrid machine while across from her, Betty pedaled on, sending more and more electricity surging into her body.
Betty's face was flushed with pain and excitement as she leaned forward a little more, putting weight on her legs as they whirled around in ever-increasing circles. Dots of perspiration beaded her wrinkled forehead as she stared straight ahead, her eyes focused unnaturally on her friend. She was rubbing her tits against the handlebars, feeling the current biting into those hard, red rubbery nubs as she pedaled like a fiend. Opening her mouth, the girl let out a muffled groan, tilting her head slightly back, feeling the silky sweep of her blonde hair against her back. She worked her sweating ass over the black plastic seat, feeling the sexy rub of the material against her hot, tortured flesh while her fingers gripped the handlebars so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Betty could see Kathy's face reflecting the increasing amount of current she was sending into her best friend's body. The girl's nipples were lengthening and thickening against the biting clamps while pussy-juice trickled freely from her cunt. Looking down between the handlebars, Betty could see Kathy's dark-red gash of cunt-meat glistening through her black forest of pussyhairs. Her nipples were obviously swollen while the muscles of her belly were alternately knotting and relaxing, knotting and relaxing with the flow of the current.
It drove Betty half-mad watching her friend in that kind of unnatural rut. She pressed down more fervently against the pedals, grunting with the effort as if she were pedaling uphill.
Kathy screamed, her body jerking and jumping as if someone were hitting her with a board. The brunette's body pitched backward, her arms and legs jerking against the restraints while her long brown hair whipped across her face. She was making shrieking sounds, her feet moving faster and faster over the pedals and sending sparks crashing into Betty's cunt. "Uhhhhhhh!"
It was hideous. It was wonderful. Betty sighed, her cut filling to the bursting. She tried to close her legs to squeeze off her climax. But the bicycle seat prevented her from doing anything except pedaling. She was weak and dizzy, dredging up every ounce of strength now, to send her friend into a frenzy and give her back more electricity.
"Ohhhh, no, Betty! You're burning up my cunt!" Kathy shrieked.
Betty didn't care what her friend shouted. She had to have more electricity, more of that delicious stinging sensation biting through her cunt and tits, sending her off into a wonderful world of climax. How she wanted to shout to ther friend to pedal harder, faster. But the words just wouldn't come. All she could do was grunt and sigh, keeping her eyes fastened on Kathy's feet, watching as her cunt became hotter and hotter with each maddeningly passing second.
"Uh!"
More. She was getting more! Kathy had risen to the occasion, finding the strength in her body and whipping her legs around and around. Itl was like a fist slapping, then penetrating herj insides. Her asshole recoiled while a fist of air nearly dislodged the wire lodged in her bowels. She felt she was going to shit and wet herself. It would be the final degradation. But somehow the thought of it made her hotter. She pedaled harder and faster as well, hearing Kathy shrieking in pain.
"Eaghghhghghghghhh!"
Kathy was going wild, her feet like a windmill, while her tits, belly, cunt and shitter were torn apart by fiery steel knives. Her bones throbbed and ached, and the noise of a thousand screams seemed to rush through her head. Her cries were choked with the spit lodged in her throat. Finally, even the moans stopped. Now all she could do was gag and beat her head against the handlebars, her cunt nearly catching on fire from the flowing current.
"Eaghghghghhhh ... uhhhhh!"
Betty realized Kathy had come, and with that, she felt her own orgasm erupt. There were tremendous explosions deep in her body, radiating out to her clit, tits and asshole, while she shuddered and jerked on the bike. Somehow she managed to keep pedaling. She heard Kathy scream in the throes of her climax. Both teens writhed, their faces a whirling blur as more and more electricity nipped and bit into their convulsing clits.
Karl and Dan watched in silence, rubbing their cocks, studying the young women as they rutted shamelessly on the cycles. Betty was the first to stop, slumping on the handlebars, her forehead striking the cold metal. Her slackening cunt still throbbed with the awesome power of her unnatural climax. She felt herself falling into comforting darkness.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Kathy?"
There was no answer. It was awfully dark where Karl and Dan had dumped them. Betty leaned against the wall, feeling the cold cement rubbing against her back.
"Kathy?"
Still no answer. She could barely make out the small shapely form in front of her. Cocking her head to one side, Betty heard steady breathing. Good. At least she was alive. She would shake her in a moment. But now she wanted to be at peace. Betty thought about what had happened, thought about this imprisonment, thought about being free.
She sat on the floor, her legs stretched in front of her, jagged shards of concrete biting into her flesh. As she moved slightly, Betty felt those concrete splinters cutting against her flesh, sending sharp sensations through her asscheeks. The teen tried to concentrate, but the persistent chill and the rock chips digging into her ass distracted her. She raised her hips and lowered them, feeling one particular splinter touch her cunt. Betty gasped and smiled, checking once more to see if Kathy were awake. Nothing. Good. She moved slightly, feeling those cement chips touching her sensitive cuntlips.
"Mmmmmmmm!"
Betty stopped, her eyes moving back to Kathy. She knew she would have to be quiet. She didn't want to awaken Kathy, not now, not when she was starting to feel something so good in her cunt. She eased her ass around, her firm ass flattening against the rough, cold floor. She winced as several slivers bit into her cunt-lips, then sighed as the jagged cold scratched her inner cuntal muscles.
Straightening her spine, Betty wiggled her hips to position the spikes against her clit. She felt contact and smiled weakly, working her hips from side to side. She gasped. One jagged sliver creased against her clit. She raised her hips, her thigh muscles ridging from the effort, rubbing that thing over her clit.
"Ohhhh! Uhhhhhh!"
Putting her hands flat on either side of her body, Betty rocked back and forth, rose and fell, fucking herself against this inanimate thing. Wouldn't Karl and Dan love to see her now, rutting there on the floor in front of her friend, fucking herself this way, getting off on a cement chip! She threw her head back, her tits riding high and swollen on her chest as she sucked in a lungful of air. These men had turned her into a rutting fucking machine-a mindless woman bent only on satisfying her own perverted needs.
Betty felt the edge of the chip cutting deep. She could feel her clit slick with juice as she bounced her ass over the floor. The girl could hear the slick slapping of her asscheeks against the concrete, that sound arousing her even more. She kept at it, feeling a small climax wash over her like a waterfall. Even after her orgasm, Betty continued the bouncing rhythm, forcing her bloated clit across the concrete. Then as another climax exploded, the wild girl lurched back and forth. She felt still full of lust, panting and sweating while she raised her ass.
With the tip of the cement point in her fuck-slot, she swung from left to right, gouging every snug, sensitive sex-muscle she could find. She thought of Karl under her, tearing at her, flailing her to a series of climaxes while his cruel fingers tore at her nipples. She thought of him and her hips worked faster. Moving one hand down, Betty dug in her cunt with her fingers. Then, with one final tweak of her clit, the girl knew she was through. The spasms had peaked, taking away her strength, making her collapse back to the floor in a panting fatigue.
How good that had been! How that had relieved much of the fear and tension that had assailed her here in this awful dark room. Kathy was still asleep behind her. She could still hear the steady breathing of her friend.
Drawing her knees up to her chest, Betty dug her kneecaps into her tits, reaching up and stroking her still stiffened nipples. It had been good, very good. But as reality seeped in, the girl thought of what she had been doing, of what she had been feeling, and those thoughts made her feel a little sick. How could she ever look at herself in the mirror again, knowing full well what had happened and how she had reacted to it? A tear escaped from her eye just as she heard the door opening in front of her. "Oh!"
Kathy jerked awake, scooting back until she bumped against Betty. Terror-stricken, she hugged her friend close, staring wildly at the big man silhouetted in the doorway. It was Karl, his shirt off, the front of his trousers tented up. He was hard. Kathy groaned while Betty felt her scalp crinkling.
"Up! Both of you!"
"It's getting late. You can't keep us here," Betty countered, rising with her friend.
"Our parents'll start looking for us if we don't get back soon," Betty added, feeling braver.
Karl shrugged.
"It's not that late. You can think of something to tell them. There's gonna be more pictures," he said, touching Kathy lightly on the shoulders and laughing as she shrank from him. "Then I don't think you'll be wanting to talk to anybody about us, will you, Kathy?"
He guided them to yet another section of the old warehouse. "My God!"
More ropes, more pulleys, more exotica! Betty's eyes rounded as she stared at the contraptions, most of them impossible to comprehend. Mr. Wilson and Coach Ungar must have spent many evenings here after school figuring these things out, working on them in anticipation of the women they would be incarcerating. Coach Ungar was there, holding something in one hand. He walked up to Kathy, gripping her by the arms.
"No! Noooffffff!"
It was some kind of gag-a rubber ball with straps attached to the sides. The coach shoved it hard into Kathy's mouth, reaching up and pulling the straps taut around her skull, finally fastening them tightly behind her head. Kathy's eyes grew big as she tried screaming through the latex gag. It was impossible. She struggled against Mr. Wilson's grip, her feet sliding out from under her while her naked ass pushed against the front of his trousers.
Karl grinned, dry-fucking the teen, rubbing his cock up and down against her asscheeks while twisting her ankles around against one another. Kathy squealed, cinching her eyes shut while sinking toward the floor in agony. Her face reddened while her muffled cries grew fainter and fainter.
Betty watched appalled. Looking around, she realized she was temporarily ignored while Kathy was the center of attention. The door. If only she could get to the door. It was locked. But perhaps more banging, more cries would get attention. She had to do something or they would surely be killed by these madmen.
Betty broke away, ran across to the door and began beating her fists wildly against the paneling.
"Help! Oh God, God in heaven, help! Somebody out there, we're being raped in here! Raped! Please, somebody, call the police!"
She screamed out again and again while Dan rushed up behind her.
"Uh!" She felt a sharp blow against the back of her head, one that stunned her and forced her to the floor.
Dan cocked back one foot, then let the tip of his boot smash hard into her belly. Betty doubled over, her hands jerking down to her tummy as she gasped for air. He must have broken several ribs, yet still he wasn't through with her. Protectively she rolled onto her stomach, drawing her legs together. Dan moved around behind her, kicking her in the ass, then the lower spine. When Betty tried crawling away, her hands stretched in front of her as she clawed at the smooth concrete, Dan pushed the toe of his boot into her shitter. " Awwwwwkwkkk!"
Betty's legs flew apart as she felt the leather working into her asshole. She jerked forward, crawling faster, trying to get away from the pain.
Again Dan cocked his leg back, bringing his booted foot hard against her asscheeks. Betty rolled forward, drawing her legs up, her head shuddering, her body shivering, her eyes round with terror.
"She's had enough, Dan. Bring the slut over here," Karl said.
Betty shrank from his hand when the coach offered it to her. Shrugging his wide shoulders, Coach Ungar grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her down to the floor, then dragging the yowling, screaming teen across the floor back to the area where Karl had been busy with Kathy. By this time Betty had had some moments to recover herself. The pain in her scalp had brought her back to reality. Grunting as Coach Ungar let her go, she pushed herself up from the cold floor, looking up only to see her best friend strung up upside down, her legs spread into a wide V while her arms had been bound securely to her sides. Kathy's long brown hair swept over the floor as she struggled in her restraints, trying to free herself.
"What've you done to her?" Betty gasped, covering her mouth with one hand.
"She's not too uncomfortable-yet," Karl replied, checking the ropes.
On each leg were leather straps bolted to two separate pulleys overhead. Karl had stretched her to the tearing point. Betty could tell. The tension was enough to make the tendons stand out against her thigh flesh. What was worse were the many ropes fastened around her upper chest, pressing against her tits and flattening them hard against her ribcage. Kathy was firmly bound, the ball gag making her protests impossible to hear.
"What you don't see are the weights behind," Karl said, indicating with a gesture to some large square plates suspended above the floor.
Betty narrowed her eyes, seeing several ropes and weights attached to the overhead pulleys that kept Kathy suspended from the floor.
"They're timed, actually, forcing the pulleys to pull harder against your friend. It's something like a stretching rack, though this one's vertical."
Mr. Wilson tugged at the ropes, making Kathy scream in pain through her gag.
"Just have to finish this," he said, looping two ropes through the cords binding her arms to her body, then affixing them to two corresponding eyehooks drilled into the floor below. "This'll make the stretching action that much more interesting for your friend to feel. They used something like this in medieval France to get the truth from captured enemy troops. It was effective, from what I've been able to read."
"Ohhhh, Kathy, I'm so sorry!" Betty cried, shaking her head slowly from side to side.
The weights were starting to do their work. Betty could see the pained look on her friend's face as the pulleys strained on the ropes, stretching Kathy as she hung there upside down. Her knees straightened while her legs trembled against the leather holding restraints. How the cords around her chest reddened her flesh there, creasing her body while the line stretching her shoulders toward the floor grew taut with the overhead increased pressure. And every second, every passing second increased the tension more and more. Betty shivered, pressing her fingers against her lips and wondering what they wanted from them.
"And now for you, Betty. You tried escaping, tried getting away to let people know what was happening here. I thought you had learned your lesson. But," Mr. Wilson said with a sigh, "I guess we'll just have to instruct you some more."
"No, no, don't ... not that, not-" Betty eyed her friend, already feeling the restraining ropes and cords against her body. "Get her!"
Dan wrestled her to the floor, slapping her hard across the ass, then riding her across the floor as she tried to crawl away.
"Go for it, Coach, fuck her before we rope her!"
Betty felt the added weight on her body, felt him pushing her across the floor, her knees scraping painfully over the concrete. Dan was riding her the way a cowboy rides his horse-astride, his knees digging into her sides. She heard the hiss of leather being scraped along the fabric of his Levi's. She heard the snap of the no leather being doubled above her.
Betty stopped, catching her breath. The belt came down behind her, the slap of the black leather on her naked assflesh making her tighten her asscheeks. The force of that blow sent her crashing to the floor. There was a second hard smack. She tightened her ass, raising her asscheeks into two tight fists. Goose flesh erupted as her cunt snapped shut and her clit tingled. How it cut into her flesh! The girl groaned, struggling for breath. The sound of his curses throbbed into her head as she moved forward a little more, her tits nearly touching the floor.
Another blow tore into her tight asscheek, the recoil punching into her pussy. Her cunt hairs were wet with pussy-juice and her clit vibrated terribly. A third blow made the teen finally collapse into sobbing.
"Noooooo!"
She fell on her side while Dan staggered to his feet, the doubled belt still in his hands. He brought it down twice against her thighs, leaving long red marks on the flesh while he kept her in check between his two legs. Betty squirmed and jerked between his ankles, clawing at him, clawing at the floor, kicking back, doing anything to try to escape from the trap she found herself in. Nothing worked. Only the rain of blows against her thrashing body continued successfully while behind her she could hear the loud screams of her friend tormented by the stretching machine.
"Uhhhh! No more! No more! I swear, I won't try to get away!"
She threw her head back as the next savage blow smacked across both asscheeks. Her spine was straight while her head drew back at an abrupt angle. It was as if the belt were some terrible knife slicing into her flesh, drawing blood. She couldn't stand this much longer. Betty clawed at his ankles again, pulling at his socks, his trouser legs. Still the belt slammed into her body, drawing up more welts, making the girl scream more loudly than ever.
Dan threw the strap down, picking her up by the shoulders and dragging her to a small water-pipe jutting from the floor. It was to this that he roped her wrists, securing them with a series of figure-eight knots. Shoving a small crate under her thighs, the coach forced her ass in the air, reaching down and feeling around in her cunt with his fingers.
"Nice and hot, real hot ... and still tight," he added with obvious surprise.
Dan unzipped his trousers, pushing them down, then kneeling behind the cringing teen and hooking his fingers around her thighs. Betty felt warm down there, very, very warm and moist. That beating had done the trick once more. Once again, against her will, she had found her cunt aroused to the maximum, the heat stoked up by all those savage blows against her ass. Those cries from her roped friend had helped too. It was all making her so very much aroused. And now Dan was there, jabbing blindly at her cunt with his fuckrod, his fingers bruising her flesh.
Kathy screamed again just at the moment Betty felt the coach penetrating her. Her wet pussy lips cushioned his hard driving upward thrust. She twisted her head, throwing her long hair back and forth while those delicious itchy spasms assailed her once more. It was a riot down there, an explosive mob of sensations tearing through her cunt as he fucked down all the way. Her belly muscles tightened as she bounced back, trying to match the wild fucking movements of her rapist. She shivered her ass, making her ass muscles dance and jump as the movements drove the coach wild.
"Christ! She's good, real good!"
Betty groaned, matching his sounds. She loved behind fucked this way, roped to the floor, her thighs on a crate, fucked doggie-style, fucked as if she were a bitch!
"Man ... this is good, real good ... ahhhhh!"
The savagery of the past few hours had prepared her for this mindless fuck. They were screwing like two animals in the gutter. She wanted them to rape her, beat her, then purge her of the terrible guilt she felt while in their filthy hands. This was a small price to pay for the shame of giving in to them in this awful, horrid place.
"Ohhhhhh!" Dan came quickly, blowing his wad hard into her cunt.
It was a wild cum, one that made her scream and beat her heels against the floor. Her asscheeks jerked and twitched, flattening themselves against Dan's belly. She could feel his hot cum nosing into her, spattering against her cuntal walls as she pulled and jerked and twisted against the rope binding her wrists to the waterpipe. It was good, so good, too good to be true. She let out another cry, sagging in the bonds, feeling her massive climax slowly deadening in her. With another squeeze of her m pussymuscle Betty fell to the floor, stretching her naked legs out behind her and wishing she could sleep.
"Man, she's somethin' else ... really something else. The more we fuck with her, the more I wish we could keep her here forever!"
"I think we'd need a parental permission slip for that, signed by the principal," Mr. Wilson said, both men laughing at his poor joke.
Betty lay there, catching her breath, listening to Kathy crying out through the rubber ball gag. us
CHAPTER EIGHT
Betty watched with horror. They were doing the same thing to Kathy they had done with her earlier. Karl had the knife, that horrid knife he had tormented her with earlier in the game. Kathy was stretched to the tearing point now. Her flesh was tight against her bones while her head seemed to snap back and forth at regular, frightening intervals. There were no more screams any longer. All the girl did now was let out a steady, bone-chilling moan like some sort of awful machine.
They had roped Betty after her rape, her wrists tied behind her back while Coach Ungar had produced two lined cuffs and fastened them around her ankles. She stood there now in front of Kathy, peering down at her bound friend, wishing to God there were something she could do. Karl knelt down, holding the blade in front of Kathy. The brunette had her eyes shut all the while, working her lips against the gag while spittle frothed around the corners of her mouth. At the touch of something cold and hard against her cheek she blinked her eyelids open, finding herself staring at that thing. Betty could see the terror in her eyes.
"Maybe I'll carve my initials on her ass ... no, my full name with my degree," Karl said, pushing the point against Kathy's nose.
Betty trembled, looking away. She couldn't allow herself to watch this terrible horror. But Dan slapped her across the face, putting both hands on either side of her skull and making her stare straight ahead.
"Maybe we can hear her squeal ... like an animal being skinned alive," Dan said, chuckling while running his tongue up and down Betty's neck.
She watched as Karl took the knife and moved it down to the girl's throat, the blade lightly shaving skin from just below the hollow of her throat. He was going up toward her right tit. Betty could see the pressure of the knife against her friend's face. Kathy was shivering against the ropes, moaning while looking pleadingly up at her friend.
"Mfmfmfmffffff!" Kathy was going wild under the touch of the blade. She was screaming through the latex ball gag as the edge of the knife cut lightly, making a narrow scratch without drawing blood yet.
The girl threw her head back, screaming more loudly while Karl laughed and bore down. He made a tiny slit in her smooth, rounded tit. The girl shrieked, her body vibrating like a tightly drawn string. The weights behind her continued to sink toward the floor, adding more pressure against her knees and shoulders, stretching her body ever more tightly while Mr. Wilson continued to torment her with that knife."
"Yaghghhghfhfhfhfffff!"
Kathy jerked her ass from side to side, her chest swelling up against the ropes tightly bound across her ribs. Betty could see her red nipples growing stiff while the dark pink gash of her pussy became moist under her cuntal bush. The girl shouted again, her eyes closing. The knife traced a wavy line to her nipple. Karl took his time, enjoying her terror, the feel of her body twisting under him.
"Uhhhfhhfhfhhfffff!"
Kathy felt the hardness and sharpness of that blade as it bore down on her.
"I think that cunt's enjoying it," Dan said, watching the girl's gyrations with interest.
"They're two alike," Karl commented, looking back at Betty for a moment. "That's why they're friends. We've got a couple of women around here who dig this. Man, that's what I've been looking for ever since I've come to this place."
The tip of the blade was pointed at her nipple. Kathy cried out, her wrists working against the ropes as she felt the pleasure/pain sensations racing through her. The blade was at her nipple, circling the thrusting nub, making the peak blush darkly.
The girl screamed, her face blanching then reddening with excitement. Betty watched. Kathy seemed to be having a climax. Betty saw more juice ooze from her cunt slot, trickling through her cuntal thicket. The way Kathy's face was contorted, the way her eyes rolled, the way her cheeks were drawn in-it was all too obvious.
Karl paused for a second, taking in a breath. He was enjoying it all, watching her. Then, drawing the knife up he pressed the flat of the blade directly against her pussy, rocking the point up against her clit. It was the same move he had made against Betty, and he received the same results. Kathy shrieked at the touch, her body shivering more wildly against the pulling ropes.
Betty drew her knees together, working her plump asscheeks up and down, and feeling a climax soft as a baby's kiss erupt in her cunt. She bit down hard on the cloth gagging her, glad neither of the men saw the way she was cum-ming behind their backs. And in front of her Kathy was wailing, jerking on the ropes, climaxing again and again while the knife continued pressing against her pussy.
"Now, enough for her. She'll suffer a little more on the ropes. They've still got some distance to go. You know," Karl said, scratching his chin. "I'm really surprised at how far her body can stretch. We gotta let it go all the way ... or see if it can."
No! That would kill Kathy! They had to be joking! No one in their right mind would let something like that happen and take a chance on ... on killing her!
Betty looked back at her friend. Kathy appeared to have fainted. She was no longer twisting on the ropes. She was still, her body quiet, her eyes closed. Karl led Betty away, pulling her from her friend while Dan held her other arm. She walked with difficulty, the shackles on her ankles making long steps impossible while their weight made it hard for her to walk at all.
"Over here."
"This is something you should enjoy ... something that shows you just what you are, just what you want to be," Mr. Wilson said with a sneer.
Dan unbuckled the shackles around her wrists, throwing the bonds to one side for the moment. Looking around her, Betty could see she was standing in front of a large old-fashioned bath-tub. Karl was taking the gag from her, stuffing the filthy rag in his pocket. Next came the ropes from her wrists.
"I want you to be free for this. I want to see every move you make. Get in."
"No!"
Whatever it was it would be horrid. She was certain of that. She backed away. Karl sighed with disgust, grabbing her left wrist and whirling her around. He held her by the jaw, pinching her chin between his right thumb and forefinger so hard Betty thought he would break her bones.
"I'm getting tired of this 'no' shit! You rut like some Goddamned whore, and then you say 'no' when I want you to do something!"
He shoved her back into Dan's arms, looking at her with disgust.
"Get the bitch on the floor. Let's see her meet her new lover."
"What are you talking about?" Betty gasped, struggling as Dan pushed her down. He was holding her by the wrists, pinning them to the concrete as he moved behind her. Mr. Wilson was walking up to her as if he had something very precious in his hand. Betty crawled back, feeling her flesh cringe as he knelt in front of her.
"It's an old building," he began, fondling a handkerchief and periodically looking down into it. "You'd be surprised what you find in here."
There was something in the rag, jerking around, pushing against the dirty white material. Betty screamed, pounding her legs against the floor, snapping her head from left to right while desperately trying to free herself from Dan's grip. Mr. Wilson held the rag over her belly, then turned it over and let something fall onto her belly. Betty shrieked, her belly muscles tensing and convulsing. A spider! A black, furry spider on her flesh! Dan laughed behind her, holding her more firmly as she tried to squirm away from the filthy thing!
"Your new lover! Don't roll over, you'll crush him," the coach laughed.
"No, no!"
She felt the fragile, dry pressure tickle across her belly. It scurried first in one direction, then the other, confused as her belly jerked and jiggled. Betty looked down with revulsion, flattening her ass against the floor.
Karl was squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, watching as the tiny, disgusting insect made its way across her tummy, passed her navel, hesitated, then walked carefully, closing in on her cunt. She watched the hairy little thing thump its way toward her pussy. She became more and more horrified as the spider toured her body. It moved down past her jutting hipbones, its touch making Betty whimper with disgust. Crawling, following the sweat rivulets on her thighs, it advanced toward her fuckslot. The black hairy spider slowly walked over her cuntal hair and paused at her cuntal opening.
Dan reached down with one free hand and knocked her knees apart.
"No, noooo!" She threw her head back, beating her skull against the floor.
This had to be the ultimate humiliation! Both men were laughing at her, holding her down while that vile thing was touching her in her most private of places! The spider was crawling along her juice-dampened muscles down there, pausing again, heading up now for her clit. Oh, how that light touch, in spite of her disgust, was making her tiny fuck-button throb maddeningly!
"Eeeeeee!"
Her cry echoed through the large room as the horrid thing thumped against her clit, touching it several times in curiosity. Betty squealed again, jerking her ass back and flicking the spider from her thigh. It scurried down her body, escaping across the floor into the dirty corners of the building. Betty cried and twisted, kicking out at the men holding her prisoner.
"Not a bad show. But you're still not through."
Dan backed away while Karl stood up, jerking the girl to her feet by the shoulders and slamming her against the door.
Betty groaned, her nose flattening against the wood while her hipbones rubbed up against the metal frame. She felt hands caressing her ass-cheeks, raising them, finally lifting her body slightly until she felt the smooth, sooty round doorknob pressing up against her cunt.
With another sharp move Karl forced her pussy up onto the thing. She was riding it, actually being fucked by the doorknob! It was an awkward fuck, but one no worse than the others she had had to endure. And what was more interesting was the way her pussy responded to that thing-tightening once more around the smooth object, milking it as if it were Karl's cock.
As she exploded, her cunt muscles worked in short, jagged movements. Dan knocked his friend away, pulling out his prick and spearing her right up the ass. There was no ceremony, no warning. Betty shouted, her head snapping back. But there could be no escape from the fat cock fucking her now. She stiffened her spine as much as she could, standing on tip-toe while letting the big coach slip his prick into her shitter. She felt his groin flattening her asscheeks, felt his fingers crawling all over her while he shoved her again and again onto the brass doorknob.
He grunted like a boar, rutting her fast, coating her shitter with his cum-slime as he exploded deep in her bowels. How strange! There was hardly any pain this time, hardly any discomfort in this awkward rape. It had been the intense cumming of her pussy, the double climax instigated by that horrible little insect strumming across her clit!
"Mindless bitch! Man, she's nothing more than some fuckin' mindless slut," Dan said, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand while dismounting from the grunting teen.
"She sure doesn't deserve much respect. She'd fuck a pound of dogs if we let her. Let's get the cunt back to the tub. I think she's more than ready for it now."
Betty sobbed. Then they were pulling her back to this old bathtub, pushing her forward, knocking her knees painfully against it.
"What-"
Karl took her by the nape of the neck and shoved her forward, pressing her belly against the cold porcelain. Betty fought back, her fingers tightening around the rim of the tub. She could see the rusty rings around the drain and smelled something foul. Betty had no idea of what Karl and Dan had in store for her, but she was sure it was vile. He was slipping one leg in front of her ankles while still pushing her down and forward into the tub.
Betty tried stiffening her back, tried anything to keep from pitching over. It was useless. Letting out a grunt of defeat, Betty relaxed, feeling herself pitching headlong into the filthy tub.
"Oh!"
The girl banged her head as she tumbled in head-first, her legs spreading apart and striking the fixtures rusting in front. She quickly straightened herself, her ass tensing against the cold damp surface. Karl was grinning down at her, his eyes gleaming with that horrid stare that told Betty the worst was yet to come.
"You ever see a little slut like that in our school, Dan?" Karl asked, unfastening his trousers and wriggling them down over his knees. Betty noted that his cock was soft.
"Sure haven't. She's one for the books. And she's been in your class. I'm surprised she was a virgin. If half the guys knew how hot she was, she'd be on her back all day," the coach replied.
"Piece of filth-a real pig, and she deserves to be treated like one-just like her friend hanging upside down over there," Mr. Wilson said, jerking his head in the direction of the stretched, tortured Kathy. "I'll deal with her a little later. Right now, we've got more planned for you."
Betty felt her mind slipping from reality. They had dragged her through more filth than she had thought possible. They had forced her to endure that horrid spider, then fuck the doorknob while getting screwed in the ass. And now she lay crouched in the bathtub, watching as Dan and Karl worked their trousers down and wriggled their cocks in her face.
She shrank back. They were moving toward her, holding their cocks. Did they want her to suck their pricks? Were they going to fuck her at the same time? One part of Betty flinched at the thought while the other clearly became excited at the various prospects.
"Oh!"
She shook her head, staring at Mr. Wilson's cock. No. It was still soft. But-oh God, piss! He had pissed on her, sending a short stream splashing against the left side of her neck.
Betty jerked one hand up to her throat, wiping the filthy stuff from her flesh, then rubbing her fingers over the surface of the tub.
"Better get used to it. I've got a full bladder," Mr. Wilson said, shaking his long, thick hose in front of her. "And Dan's about the same. We haven't had a good piss since we dragged you two in here. Little filthy thieves, ransacking the coach's office, trying to get what's ours. You aren't even going to think about doing something like that after today."
"No, no!"
Betty's eyes widened, her knees drawing together while she clawed at the opposite end of the tub. Half-turning, she drew one hip up protectively, turning her face from the two men aiming their cocks at her. She felt the bile rising again in her throat, gagging her, hurting her upper chest and making her mouth feel soured.
Betty sucked in a breath, holding it until her eyes swam while her flesh quivered in disgust. There was that hot, greasy, wet feeling against her throat once more.
Mr. Wilson was pissing on her, only this time the stream didn't stop. The hot, yellowish stream spattered over her neck and chin, drawing a scream of disgust from the blonde teen. When Betty tried scrambling up from the tub, however, Dan pulled her back by the hair, sending her sprawling on the surface of the tub. Sliding down a little, Betty found herself receiving the piss on her right cheek. She screamed, wiping the vile liquid with the back of one hand while jerking herself back up into her original sitting position.
She coughed, feeling as if she would vomit if he kept this up. Gripping the opposite end of the tub, Betty pressed her burning cheeks against the porcelain, praying God they would run out of piss.
But the stream seemed to last forever-and Dan hadn't even begun to piss on her! Oh, how awful it was lying there, her flesh being slicked down by that foul-smelling piss. She heard it trickling down the drain between her ankles now, some of it gathering in a pool under her ass. She shook her hips, trying to knock the hot droplets that stained her flesh. Karl laughed at her, directing the spray into her cunt, then up to her nipples.
Betty bit her Up in disgust, feeling frustration and rage surge through nearly as strongly as the perverted lust boiling in her cunt. When she felt the piss spray back onto her chin, the girl clamped one hand over her mouth, muffling the gagging that surged from her belly to her throat.
"What's the matter, Betty? You have a problem handling something this simple? You can't even stay still for a guy to piss on you?"
"It's ... it's vile," she said, her voice thick with revulsion.
"Nothing compared to what's going to happen next," Karl said, tilting his head back and resuming his piss-spraying of the body.
CHAPTER NINE
"Uhhhh!"
Again Betty tried climbing from the tub, her feet slipping on the filthy piss now coating the bottom. Once more Karl slapped her across the face with the back of his hand, knocking the teen away. She found herself wallowing in the piss, her flesh stinking with the awful stuff. Both teachers were laughing cruelly at her, pointing at her as she thrashed about in the tub while trying to move away from the awful piss.
"It's what comes naturally to you," Karl said, starting up his pissing again.
"Uhhhh ... oooohhhh, no, no, it's filthy, stop it, it's filthy!"
The girl found herself gagging once more, turning away from the stinging stream.
Betty felt as if she were suspended over some terrible abyss. Below, it was dark where unseen terrors lurked for her, waiting to feed off her flesh. These men were pushing her in that direction, shoving her into the hole.
The stream stopped. Thank God, the piss stopped striking her body! Betty breathed a sigh of relief, pressing her forehead against one lip of the tub. The last of the piss gurgled down the drain between her ankles. She shivered, feeling a little cold. A draft was blowing gently against her piss-stained flesh, making her skin pucker up in goosepimples. A tremor rippled across her left cheek as she wiped her fingers gingerly along her face, clearing away some of the piss.
Betty watched as Karl flicked off a droplet of piss from his prick, that drop striking her across the nose. She blinked, lying very still, looking up at him and wondering what on earth he was going to do now.
"Don't move."
Karl bucked away, rolling his cock between his thumb and forefinger while Dan stepped up. Betty's breath caught, her heart thudding wildly as she saw the big stud coach point his cock at her. It was going to happen again! She knew he was going to piss on her the way Karl had. Betty shook her head from side to side as if that denial could somehow stop the horror that was about to happen.
"Open your mouth, Betty. Open it. I've got plans for you."
"N-N-Noo!"
Dan shrugged as if he knew she would refuse to obey. He smiled, then backhanded her twice, knocking her head sharply against the tub's edge. Grabbing her by the hair, he pulled her forward, nearly splitting her lip when her face struck the opposite end of the bathtub.
Betty somehow managed to keep from fainting, putting her hands up and bracing herself against the bath while trying to push away from the savage coach.
"Now, open up, or you won't have a face to do anything with, understand?" he growled.
Betty nodded, the stinging and aching in her skull making it impossible for her to speak. She drew back, putting her hands modestly over her pussy while she tilted her head and opened her mouth. She gagged, knowing full well what Coach Ungar had planned for her. Her body shivered with revulsion as she felt the first hot, stinging drops of his piss strike her hips.
"That's perfect, that's right."
Betty inhaled sharply, her chest rising and falling, her tits moving with them. It was so odd sitting there like this, her legs in front of her, her mouth opened, waiting for ... for his piss!
While squatting there in the middle of all this urine, Betty was sharply aware of that pulsing itch between her legs, that twitching of her clit that was taking her breath away. It seemed that the more they degraded her, the more she enjoyed it, reveling in her own personal horror, climaxing when most honorable women would have shrunk in disgust. And now ... and now the piss was starting, this time spraying out of the coach's prick.
Betty curled her fingers against her thighs, digging them over her flesh and scratching as hard as she could as the stream picked up strength. She blinked her eyes open, staring straight at him. She saw that sick smile, that glow in his eyes, as he began moving the stream up, up from her belly toward her opened mouth. "Uhhhhhhh!"
Slowly it moved past her belly button, spattering against her nipples, up to the throat, then on her chin. She grunted again, the pulse leaping in her throat. The stink was spreading again, that awful smell that made her gag and nearly vomit.
Betty thought about drawing back, but couldn't. She remembered those stinging blows, the way her body smacked hard against the tub. She was caught, trapped in this hell until they let her go. Even now as she watched the piss spatter on her chin, drops ricocheting up and spattering her cheeks and eyelids, the girl felt the juices in her pussy spilling over, her clit swelling up until she thought it was going to explode in climax right now.
"Come closer, baby, a little closer."
Betty heard Kathy scream out through that latex ball gag. The girl was in obvious pain. Betty could hear her cries as the stream of piss began its journey up to her opened mouth. There was nothing she could do for her friend now. All she could do was sit there and take the filth offered by the coach.
"That's right, your head back a little more.
Right, just right."
Betty choked as the first of the stream struck her upper front teeth. She felt the drops sprinkle into her nostrils. She blinked again, her throat constricting painfully as the piss washed freely over her tongue. Quickly, Betty felt her mouth filling with urine, the filthy yellow hot liquid swirling around like the dirtied water of a flushed toilet bowl.
She closed her throat more tightly, determined not to swallow his piss, she wouldn't give him that satisfaction. It was a small triumph, but one she was able to hang onto as Coach Ungar continued to squirt his filth in her mouth.
He moved the stream up again, this time aiming for her eyes. Betty closed them just in time, feeling the water stinging her lids, then moving up to her forehead and slicking into her golden hair-She threw her head back, her hair dancing along her shoulders, her eyes squinched shut while she moved her fingers lewdly along her cuntlips.
That little fire in her pussy had grown into something much more intense and heated. Her clit curled and singed from the heat raging through her cunt while Coach Ungar continued to piss in her mouth. Just as he went dry, her clit exploded, making her hips whip from side to side over the filth. She used her thumbs to peel back her cuntlips, strumming her clit, doing everything she could to increase the wild, hot throbbing sensation burning through her tight cunt.
"Let me." Coach Ungar crawled into the tub, bracing himself while raising one foot. He pressed one big toe into her cunt.
Through a red mist, Betty saw his cock was getting hard, his neck muscles quivering. A strange delight raced through her pussy as she slid her ass over the piss-stained tub and let him jab his toe into her cunt. Betty threw back her head and let out a cat-like yowl, her tits slapping together, her nipples pulsing nearly as hard as her cunt.
Coach Ungar hesitated only a moment, then turned around, placing both his hands on the front of the tub and angling his ass over her. He was a foot away. She looked up and saw the black hairs wiggling from his asscrack. She could see his ass muscles working against one another. Then a smelly fart cloud engulfed her, gagging her, forcing her away. The coach moved along with her, stepping on her ankles, forcing the girl to remain in one place while he once more positioned his ass over her.
"No, too much! You're going too far!" Betty cried, trying to twist away from him.
But the coach had positioned himself too well over the cringing teen. He squatted down a little more, his feet slipping on the yellowish liquid coating the bottom of the tub.
Betty screamed, shaking her head from side to side, gagging from another filthy fart that had blown from his quivering shitter. She smelled him. She knew what was about to happen.
Betty tensed her belly muscles, feeling her body revolt as she watched the first of the brown turds start to squeeze from his shitter.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
They plopped down between her thighs, staining her legs, her cunt, her ankles.
Betty retched, clapping both hands over her mouth and trying to keep the vomit from splashing through her front teeth. The shit mingled with the piss on the tub's floor, creating an open sewer in which Betty lay. The smell was fetid, unimaginable, as she wallowed in it.
"There, better than takin' a shit in the toilet," Dan said, crawling out of the tub and wiping his feet with a filthy towel.
Betty tried to squirm away from the pool of shit under her body. But it was impossible to get away from the filth. She gagged again, looking up pleadingly at the men in an effort to escape.
"Please, please get me out of here," she begged, trying to crawl from the tub.
"We ought to let her stay there for some hours ... you know, let her think about what happened. But, shit, it stinks in there! What the hell did you have for lunch anyway?" Karl asked, pulling Betty from the tub, then directing her to a small partition to the left.
The girl rushed quickly, feeling as if every square inch of her body had been violated. A shower! While the men were pushing the tub away, Betty rushed in, turning on the water. It was icy cold. She had expected nothing better. At least it was water, water cleansing her flesh, water washing away the filth and horror of the past few moments. Betty sighed, turning around, feeling her flesh draw tight against her bones while goosebumps drew her nipples taut.
Betty turned and turned in the stream, wishing she could stay under the icy spray all day, all night. But they were out there. And there was Kathy, still strung upside down, still crying out, her body stretched painfully.
"You fall in? Come out. You can't stay in there all day."
Betty sighed, turning off the water and pushing aside the dirty plastic curtain. Dan threw her something-a towel, half-clean, something to dry herself with.
"You're probably worried about your friend. Let's see how she's doing," Dan said solicitously, having cleaned up his own mess.
Betty shivered at his touch as he guided her around the partition to Kathy. She stopped, taking in a long breath. She had forgotten how grotesque it was seeing someone roped up in that way.
Kathy's face was red while the rest of her body seemed a leprous white. The ropes cut into her body as the weights behind rested on the floor. They had fallen all the way, having stretched her body to the maximum. Kathy was groaning steadily, her eyes closed. For one second, Betty thought her friend was dying, having been pulled apart. She wanted to fly at these men with her fingernails, scratching their eyes out. Then Betty saw her friend blink her eyes open and take in the trio before her. She shivered, screaming as loudly as she could, her body shaking violently against the ropes holding her prisoner.
"She's still feisty. Good. That's what we need. Someone like Betty here, and it looks like we've found another one," Dan said, slapping Betty playfully on the ass.
CHAPTER TEN
"Uhhhhh!"
It was strange, a new twist to their already twisted activities. Karl had taken Kathy down, satisfied she had learned her lesson from that vile stretching thing that had nearly torn her in half. The brunette was defeated. No longer did she have that spunky, defiant look in her eyes. Instead, she barely spoke, keeping her eyes to the floor while the men untied the ropes binding her hands together.
"They can have some fun over there. Stretch that one, then tie her bitchy friend on top Maybe they'll enjoy bumping cunts together like a couple of dykes," Karl ordered.
Neither teen objected to the proposal, each one having been trained by now to accept whatever was given them. Betty was first, lying down obediently and stretching her arms up and behind her. Looping several lengths of half-inch line through two eyehooks drilled into the wall, he affixed the teen's wrists to the rope with slipknots.
Karl helped, bringing longer lengths of rope and pushing them through more eyehooks fastened to two posts just in front of the cringing girl. They looped the line around her chafed ankles, tightening the rope in figure-eights, then adjusting the length until her body hung there like a hammock.
Betty tosed her head from side to side, feeling the pulling tension of her body hanging down against her shoulders and ankles. She sniffed, making a face of pain. The girl had thought that by now she would be immune to this kind of pain. But still her body protested the awkward position it was roped into.
"Now let's get the top part of the sandwich strung up," Karl said.
With Kathy both men had to be somewhat more careful and ingenious. Holding the girl, Dan watched as Karl ran back and retrieved several empty wooden crates for them to stand on. There were more eyehooks in the wall behind her as well as on the pole in front. Through these, Karl threaded several pieces of rope, moving Kathy forward and tying two of them to her wrists, then turning her around and bending over to grab her ankles.
Karen cried out, feeling her feet giving out from under her. They were roping her like a hammock just above Betty, her body sagging enough so her tummy touched her friend's. Betty could feel the hot, panting breath of Kathy while both Karl and Dan spread her legs wide and looped ropes around her ankles, tightening the knots just enough to keep her in place, yet loose enough so her pussy would rub continually against Betty's.
"Now, that's a pretty sight-like two hammocks swinging together."
Betty groaned at the soft, warm touch of her friend's belly against hers. What was worse was the touch of Kathy's cunt, the soft rubbing of her pussy against her clit.
Betty tried pushing the sensation from her mind, grinding her teeth together. But try as she might, the young teen couldn't help .but feel her pussy growing hot and tight once more-this time because Kathy's cunt was rubbing gently, caressingly against it. The touch of her fine brown pubic hairs against the dark pink moist meat of her cuntlips drove the blonde teen wild. She twisted her wrists in the ropes cruelly, pulling on her elbows and shoulders, wishing she could drive away that feeling in her cunt. But nothing could keep her from enjoying that touch. What was worse, Betty knew the men could see the pleasure rising in her belly, the flush of joy on her face and tummy as their cunts rubbed back and forth, back and forth together.
"I think we can heat up the situation, don't you?"
There was movement behind them. Betty didn't care. She contracted her tummy muscles, sighing with delight as she felt their tits rubbing against one another.
Kathy was groaning, her back arched unnaturally from the hanging position. She was in far more discomfort than Betty. The blonde wondered if her friend was feeling something in her cunt, some hot tingling feeling that resulted from their rubbing cunts. Betty wanted to whisper that forbidden question to her, but couldn't find the courage at the time. Instead, she just hung there and experienced the pleasurable feelings, feeling them become more and more intense as the seconds ticked by. It was only when she realized Karl was under her that her reverie was broken.
"What are you doing down there?" Betty cried, hearing the sound of metal scraping over the concrete.
There was no answer. She thought she could smell gasoline. She smelled something burning, and she twisted in her bonds, her belly pushing up against Kathy's.
"They're going to set us on fire, Kathy! They're gonna burn us alive!"
Betty's screams made Kathy shriek in turn. The two women pulled and jerked against the ropes, making them groan with the double weight. She felt her friend's cunt rub down deep into her pussy, creating delicious sparks down in her cunt. Their tits pillowed against one another, nipple rubbing against nipple while their sweaty bellies frictioned pleasantly together. Betty arched her back, pushing up, feeling something very warm licking her ass. Fire! They were going to do it, actually going to burn them!
Again the teen shrieked, pressing up against her friend, rubbing her clit up against Kathy's. She could feel her cunt spasm into orgasm, the itchy, achy sensation turning once more into a wild blast of pleasure as the fire licked tentatively against her ass.
"It's just a Coleman lantern," Dan sighed, turning up the valve and letting the flame rise higher. It was flattening itself against Betty's back now, making the young girl twist and turn, pushing her body against Kathy's thighs and tits.
"Oh, ohhhhh!"
Betty sobbed as the weight of her own body pulled tearingly at her muscles. She twisted back and forth, trying to alleviate the pulling pain. But nothing could be done. Kathy above her was doing the same, noticing now, it seemed, the heat generated between them. She looked down at her friend, her face showing confusion as Betty continued cumming against her friend's cunt. The warm, wet feeling of pussy against pussy was the only good thing happening now.
"Please. It's so tight, so tight!" Betty cried, closing her eyes.
"What? Your cunt, or the ropes?"
Both men laughed. Dan was still squatting under the helpless teen, turning up the key a little more. She could smell something burning-her cunthairs! Dan had moved the fire back a little farther and was singeing her pussy hairs. The pain was excurciating, the agony of the flame burning into her flesh.
Kathy screamed along with her friend, her body slapped again and again by Betty's tummy as the blonde desperately tried wriggling up and away from the biting flame.
"Eaghhghghghghgh!"
He was going to brand her ass. Her screams rose, echoing through the room as she twisted and jerked her hips up to escape the licking heat. The flame flickered, scalding her flesh, reddening it. Dan moved the lantern back and forth, at times letting the fire redden the backs of her legs, then at others sending the flame up into her cuntal crack and singeing her pussyhairs.
"No, nooooo!"
They had done terrible things to her. But this was the first time, she thought, they were trying to mutilate her! There had been the knife, of course. But this ... this was far worse! The teen shrieked again, sobbing, pressing her cunt up against Kathy's. She could feel their cuntlips rubbing together hotly, their clits coming together and bumping against one another while juice seeped from their pussies and wet each other.
The blonde shrieked as Dan spread her asscheeks apart, sending the orange flame flickering into the dark, moist realm of her bowels. It was as if a thousand daggers had suddenly slipped into her hole and were pricking the sensitive lining. It was more than the blonde teen could stand! Betty howled, arching her back, rubbing her swollen labes up against Kathy's while jerking her ass from the fire.
"Man, she's hot, hot to fuck ... and that's just what she's doing with that cunt above her!" Dan observed dryly, moving the fire back to the soft spot behind her knees.
"Eaghhghghghghghhgh!"
Kathy cried out, climaxing. Betty groaned, feeling her clit tingle and her cunt quivering. The nerves in her pussy raced with the steady beat of Kathy's cunt. Those ropes. Her friend's pussy. The fire burning up her asscheeks. It was all coming together in a wild frenzy of lust and satisfaction. Betty let her head hang back, her mouth open as she gasped and moaned her delight. Kathy was making her cum. Those men were making her climax. She was feeling that spacey, tingling delight that preceded a hard, stinging orgasm. The teen strained at her bonds, her body touching her friend's again and again while the fire burned her flesh.
She jerked her hips shamelessly. The flame seemed to be biting deeper into her, making her cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Betty's columned thighs ridged, her back arching while her asscheeks jiggled from the wild moves she made against her restraints. She was making hard fucking movements against Kathy's pussy, forcing the girl above her into another series of climactic spasms. The brunette thrashed like a maniac, her tits bouncing against Betty's while her cunt rubbed up and into her friend's pussy.
Dan growled, beating his cock with one hand while guiding the flame up into Betty's asshole. The girl shrieked like one of the damned, thrashing from side to side, mewling and moaning as she squirmed up against that marvelous rubbing cunt. In a moment, in one wild wonderful moment, Betty knew she'd be cumming.
"Aghghghhhhhh!"
The pain, the heat, everything combined into a heady stew. Her eyes rolled, her face contorting in ecstasy as her climax shattered through her with the force of an atom bomb. Kathy was pounding furiously against her, another orgasm tearing through her.
"Aghghhhhhh!"
Betty felt her body melting into her friend's while the fire brought her to an incredibly powerful cum. It seemed as if she hadn't climaxed in months, so overpowering was her pleasure.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity of wanton orgasm, her passion ebbed. Betty sagged there on the ropes, moaning, feeling spent.
"That's enough," Karl said, glancing at his watch.
Peering to his right, he saw Dan with that awful camera again. Four more pictures, more reasons for Kathy's and Betty's silence.
"And they won't be in his office any more," Karl said while Dan began lifting Kathy from her bonds.
"No more. You can't expect more from us," Betty sobbed, crashing to the floor after having been freed from the ropes.
"Not today, of course. But after some time, I expect you and Kathy to be ... uhhhhh, cooperative, understand?" Karl said, tapping the photos together and handing them to Dan.
"Oh, Betty, do what he says. We can't fight them," Kathy wailed, putting her head in her hands.
Betty grimly looked at them, then nodded her head in agreement. What else was she to do? They had backed them into a corner from which there was no escape. She looked at the piles of clothes and thought the best thing to do was leave in one piece and think about something to do later.
"Oh, by the way, Betty, I think you'll pass my class with flying colors. Too bad neither of you are in Coach Ungar's classes. I'm sure your grades would be outstanding there as well," Karl said, throwing Betty's skirt in her face.
She almost smiled. Well, there would be little need to study biology this semester. And perhaps all this wasn't so bad. After all, in spite of the horrors, this was certainly more exciting than cracking a book. Perhaps in time she and Kathy would become accustomed to servicing these men. Perhaps. But now all she thought about was home and sleep. Tomorrow would bring another perspective to all this, and she might find herself knocking on Mr. Wilson's door for another period of ... extra study.
