It is hard to conceive in this day and age, especially in our Western society, that individual human beings could be, and are now, being treated like mere chattel and worse.
Yet there are examples to be found all around us. Migrant workers labor for a pittance, and are beaten or thrown out of their jobs if they protest against their meager wages. Sharecroppers are forced to turn over as much as 50 per cent of their produce to large landowners to pay off an ever-increasing debt whose termination they will never live to see. Illegal aliens must work for cruelly low wages or face exposure and deportation.
And then there is Heather Burke, an intelligent, sensitive young girl who never would have dreamed that a simple high school disciplinary problem would lead her into a nightmare world of rape and degradation and violence.
ROPED AND RAPED SCHOOLGIRL -the story of a girl who finds out what it is like to be treated like an object rather than a person. A reminder that our society is still a long way from Utopia.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Heather Burke jumped when she heard a loud swack and a squeal come from the principal's office. She had been sent to his office because she simply couldn't seem to get to school on time. This was the fourth time in less than a month she'd been late for her junior English class and the teacher had finally gotten fed up with it. So, off to the principal's office she went.
But the sounds coming through the half-open doorway startled her. She wondered mostly at the soft, passionate sounds coming from the room. In spite of herself, she had to creep forward and spy on Mr. Elliot. She knew it was wrong to peep in on him while he was with another student, but the sounds of spanking and-passion-seemed too strange for her to believe.
The red-haired girl blinked her deep blue eyes at the sight of the principal whacking a long ruler against his hand. And bent over his desk, her skirt hiked up and her panties pulled down, was another student, one whom Heather didn't know.
"You have been a very bad girl, Susan," said Mr. Elliot. "I must discipline you. Severely discipline you."
"What did I ever do to you?" sobbed the girl. Heather noticed for the first time that the girl's hands were tied behind her back. She couldn't move, no matter how much she struggled. But it was the sight of the snowy white globes of her naked ass that really sent tingles of fear racing through the spying girl's young body.
What was the principal doing? He shouldn't even be spanking this Susan and here he was stripping her and spanking her with a long, ugly looking ruler. And he'd tied her hands behind her so she couldn't even struggle against him! It was inhuman!
"You disobeyed me. I heard you talking with one of your friends. You mentioned the last time you had to come into my office for . . . discipline. You told on me. And remember what I said would be your punishment the next time-if you mentioned one word about it?"
"I didn't tell anyone anything!" the girl cried out. But her pleading did no good. Mr. Elliot began spanking her with slow, deliberate blows across her ass. The thwack of the ruler against naked ass flesh made Heather want to turn and run. But something held her. She couldn't have moved if her life depended on it.
The ruler rose and fell, taking an eternity between each blow. Soon, ugly red welts crisscrossed the girl's rear end. When it glowed a rosy red, Mr. Elliot stopped and placed his hand on the curved roundness and began to stroke it in the most obscene way possible. Heather wanted to call out, to tell him to stop, but the words choked her. She could only watch, passive, and see what happened to the captive girl.
"About the right temperature for the next part of your punishment. Really, Susan, you would have been better off keeping everything to yourself. But no, you had to go shoot your mouth off. Do you know what I'm going to do to you in way of instructing you?" The leer on his face was the most lewd thing the spying girl had ever seen.
She didn't want to watch what was happening in the principal's office. Heather had only been sent there for tardiness. Whatever crime Susan had committed against the principal must have been one hell of a monstrous one. The peeping girl couldn't imagine anything that would earn her a whipping like this one.
The principal began spanking her harder and faster with the relentless wooden ruler. The broad wooden wand left raised welts all over her tender ass and only when he pressed his hand against the tortured ass flesh and felt the right temperature did he stop. Then he did something that made Heather gasp out loud. Her hand flew to her lips and pressed hard against her mouth to stifle any further outcry. This was unheard of!
Mr. Elliot unzipped his pants and let his long, hard cock snap out. It danced just inches away from the girl's tortured ass. And it was obvious what he was going to do. Heather was naive about such things, still a virgin at sixteen, but she had heard her friends talking. She had seen the pictures and knew what a man's cock looked like when it was fully aroused.
It looked just like Mr. Elliot's prick.
And naive or not, she realized that he intended to fuck the girl bent across his desk. With her hands tied behind her back the way they were, and the pain from her well-spanked butt arrowing into her body, the girl was completely helpless and at the man's mercy. If he had any mercy.
He reached out and stuffed his fingers into the girl's slit, then wiggled around for a few seconds before saying, "Nice and juicy for me, aren't you? You enjoy this, don't you, you goddamn cunt!"
Heather had heard the words before, but never from her principal. She couldn't imagine what drove him to do this awful thing to the powerless girl in front of him. He moved closer to Susan, taking his cock in hand, and moved her legs farther apart with his other hand.
"Nice cunt you got, bitch," he snarled. "And this is still only a part of your punishment! You will not ever tell what has happened in this office or you'll really be punished next time!"
As he said the last word, his hips shot forward. Heather watched the dull red prick vanish into the girl's dewy cunt lips. The pink of her inner pussy lips flared out for a moment in an obscene kiss on the tip of the man's cock, then they were folded in as his prick raced all the way up into her cunt.
The smacking noise that filled the air was quickly drowned out by the girl's impassioned sobs. "Don't do this to me. Please, Mr. Elliot, don't fuck me like that! It's. . . it's so degrading when you fuck me like this!"
Heather felt confused, unsure of what to do. Should she run? Where? She couldn't go back to class until the principal signed a slip saying she had met with him. Should she tell someone what the man was doing to Susan? Who? The counselor was an old battle-ax who nobody liked. She would surely think Heather was lying to get out of the punishment due her for the tardiness to class. Besides, this was something more for the cops than any of the other school officials.
Could she go to the police with this?
No. The principal would call her a liar and unless Susan backed her up, she would be in a world of trouble. And from the way the girl was struggling and moaning and begging him to stop, Heather knew that Susan wouldn't do anything to risk a return match like this. Which was exactly what would happen if she went to the police with a story that the principal of her high school spanked his female students on the naked ass, then fucked them from behind while they were tied up.
Heather was frozen to the spot, watching, spying while the man fucked fiercely into the young girl's cunt from behind. She saw every sordid detail and learned more about fucking in those few seconds than she had in a full sixteen years of living.
"Goddamn, but you got a tight ass, girl. I love the feel of your cunt all around my cock. Tense up again, damn you, you stupid cunt, tense up around my cock!"
He began beating the tied girl with the ruler. While his prick was still shoved all the way up her pussy, he landed the wooden ruler on her ass cheeks until she was openly crying and sobbing in shame. Tears ran down her cheeks and puddled on the desk top where only Heather could see them. She wanted to stop this degrading display, but she knew better than to barge in. It could as easily have been her bent over the man's desk, his huge prick driving hard into her virgin twat.
"I'm gonna fuck you till my cock comes out your tonsils," the principal groaned. Then his hips exploded in a frenzy of activity, his long prick slipping out between the pursed cunt lips until only the purpled hood remained inside her cunt. Then he surged back into her pussy, the lewd noise filling the air and actually drowning out the girl's sobs. "Yeah, gonna fuck you good, Susan, you dumb bitch. Gonna teach you not to fuck me over by fuckin' your cunt good!"
Heather marveled at the way their bodies seemed to fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. His groin curved in just the right places to fit perfectly against the girl's well-spanked butt When he rocked up and down and drove his prick into her cunt even deeper, the hairy upper thighs worked hard against her tortured flesh. Heather could almost imagine what it was like having his hairy legs rubbing against her sensitive ass. And her own cunt began to drool and slobber mercilessly as Mr. Elliot fucked hard and fast into the captive girl's cunt.
She didn't understand her reaction. She shouldn't respond to him doing terrible things like he was doing. Yet she was. Her pussy itched and ached and felt curiously hollow, as if something was missing from inside her. She reached down and hiked up her skirt a little so she could run her fingers across the white cotton panties covering her snatch. A tiny damp spot on the cloth slowly spread, then, when her fingers touched her pussy lips, the wet spot spread like wildfire.
She gulped and had to lean against the doorjamb for support. Her legs went strangely weak and rubbery. Unconsciously, her fingers worked under the rim of her leg band across the agitated length of her slit. She felt the slippery flesh of her cunt lips, then her finger plunged into her gooey pussy.
Heather almost passed out from the reaction. Her finger went far enough into her cunt to bounce off her cherry, then worked around like she did when she felt especially horny. The sensations building up on her this time, however, were more intense than ever before.
She felt the lack of something fucking her, hard, deep, fast. She opened her eyes and saw Mr. Elliot continuing to fuck Susan and everything fell into confusion for the young girl. The teenager could no longer keep fantasy and fact straight. She wished it were different, that she was the one with her hands tied firmly behind her back, having her butt swatted, having that huge prick driving deep into her cunt.
She was perversely turned on by the idea of having the principal "discipline" her like he was doing to Susan. She hated the idea. She hated the thought of being degraded and stripped and made to do something that only the man wanted to do.
And it turned her on in a big way.
None of the high school studs had ever gotten into her pants. She went out on dates with them, even did some heavy petting, but had never gone all the way. She was saving it for her husband, when she was married. Heather knew that was an old-fashioned idea, but it was the way she'd been raised and she didn't see any reason for spreading for the first guy who came along.
For her husband, after she was married, and then this awful aching inside her cunt would go away. Then she would get all the cock she could take and it would be all right. But now . . . it was driving her out of her mind.
Her fingers worked faster along her cunt lips. She took the slick flap of skin and stroked along the entire length. The tingles of carnal delight oozing into her body made her muscles tense into hard knots. And no matter what she did, she couldn't relieve the pulled-tight feeling in her cunt. She was like a string pulled to the breaking point.
"Love that cunt of yours, girl," said Mr. Elliot, his cock gleaming a dull silver in the dim light of the room. His prick was so completely covered with the girl's love sauces, it had acquired that metallic sheen. And the sight of it made Heather's pussy twitch with need.
She almost cried out, but she bit her lip so hard blood flowed down her chin. The salty taste brought her back to her senses as much as the sharp pain. There was no way she could reveal herself. How would she ever explain it? She was an unwilling observer while Mr. Elliot fucked the living hell out of the bound girl-and she was actually masturbating in his outer office while he had his pleasures with the girl. Who was better? Mr. Elliot who openly did what he wanted, or Heather who sneaked around and spied on others?
The confusion she felt melted all her reason. She kept watching the rape going on in the office. And rape was exactly what it was. Heather could hear the other girl sobbing and pleading and crying out, "Don't do this to me, please, oh, oh God, that prick of yours is tearing me apart! I feel it all the way up my cunt!"
"Yes," the man panted, "I know. I love the tightness of your pussy. It pleases me immensely. And it punishes you. My big, swollen prick fucking you is your punishment. Take this and this and this!"
He rammed hard into her gaping cunt three times. Each time the girl jerked on the desk and tried to get away. Bent over the edge of the desk as she was, there was no way she could possibly escape him. Struggle as she might, she couldn't avoid getting his thick, swollen cock buried all the way up her slimy cunt.
He kept her legs split wide open. And with her hands tied behind her back, she couldn't use them for leverage to get out of the face-down-on-the-desk position. She was impaled all the way up the pussy with his prick and she couldn't have been more helpless. And this oddly turned Heather on, seeing the other girl's dilemma.
Heather knew Susan couldn't escape and yet she was getting the fucking of her life. Call it rape, but she wasn't responsible for getting all the cock she could take. Heather wished in a perverted way it was she in there on the receiving end of Mr. Elliot's cock. She wouldn't be responsible and she would be getting the ultimate in human pleasure-and it wouldn't be her fault.
The thoughts confused her. She was a virgin by choice. Why should she want to be violated like that? She was going to save her most precious possession for the man she loved, when he came along. But she wasn't able to stifle the urges spreading into her body from between her legs.
Her cunt demanded cock and lots of it. She drove her finger savagely into her virgin cunt hole in a vain effort to sate its desires. If anything, she only fed her own lust. She hopped from one foot to the other as her finger found her clit. Stroking up and down the tiny spire of erectile tissue drove her out of her mind with need. She felt shot after fierce shot of desire smash into her young, untried body. Instinctively, she knew what she wanted, what she needed. And she was watching it happen not ten feet from where she spied on the principal.
She needed a good fucking.
Heather began to sweat profusely. The rivers of salty sweat ran down her face and momentarily blinded her. She brushed away a strand of red hair and got a clear view of what was happening in the principal's office. He had reached down and gripped Susan's upper thighs with both his hands. He lifted the girl up until her legs were on either side of his waist, the hard prick driving straight into her pussy.
Then he exploded in a frenzy of motion that caused him to blur in the spying girl's eyes. He fucked the hell out of the bound girl. Susan had long since begun to moan not from pain but from pleasure. There was no way her traitorous body was going to miss a fucking like this. It responded fully to the raping principal.
"Like it, don't you, you goddamn slut?" he grunted as he fucked even deeper into her tight pussy. His prick slopped around now in a flood of love juices oozing from the seething interior of the girl's pussy. Even a tiny stream of cunt juice dripped from the bottom of his balls.
"My pussy, my poor little pussy is burning up!" the girl cried.
"Not yet, it's not. Just wait till I really cut loose and fuck it. Then it'll burn brighter than the noonday sun! I'm gonna give that wanton hole of yours the fucking it wants."
"Your cock," Susan sobbed, "is soooo big. Feels so thick and swollen inside me. Please, I. . . aieeeeee!"
Heather didn't have to be told that the girl had come. The odd mask of pleasure locked on her face would have been clue enough. But the passionate screams, and the way her entire body went rigid, told the spying teenager that the girl was experiencing the ultimate in human enjoyment. Nothing was better, even if the cock was raping her like this.
Heather couldn't understand her own mixed feelings. To be raped was about the worst thing in the world. She didn't want any man fucking her when she didn't want it and certainly not out of wedlock. But her body told her a different story. She did want to be fucked like this. To be completely helpless so there wouldn't be the slightest bit of guilt on her part, then fucked like hell. She couldn't fight off a man as strong and dominant as the principal.
No one would expect her to. She couldn't blame Susan for allowing him to fuck her like he was doing because she felt stirrings of the same urge inside her own pussy. But it was so degrading to be used like an object, to be fucked without any thought of her own pleasure, to be discarded afterwards like a used kleenex.
"I. . . my cock is going to blow up like a stick of dynamite. Your cunt is too hot and tiiiiight!"
And then Mr. Elliot jammed his hips forward and tossed back his head. A long, low cry escaped his lips and his entire body shuddered heavily. Heather knew he had come. She closed her eyes as she stroked along her own pussy lips and wondered what it felt like getting a man's jism to shoot into her cunt. It must be super because Susan came again.
Then Heather came to her senses. She couldn't stand here all day masturbating. Someone would come along and ask what she was doing and then they would see what was happening in the principal's office and then and then and then . . .
Too much explaining to do. Heather pulled her cunt juice soaked hand free of her twat and hurriedly dried it off on some paper on the secretary's desk. Her mind raced, then she came to a conclusion. The principal wasn't going to be in any position to pass judgment on her tardiness for some time, so she had better check and see if the vice-principal was in his office.
She edged from the office, the whipped animal sounds of Susan still lingering in her ears. Heather Burke felt oddly drained after witnessing the curious fucking in the principal's office and wondered just what she could do about it.
She just didn't know. She would have to ask her best friend, Lynn. Lynn knew everything and could help her with this hard decision.
CHAPTER TWO
Heather searched for Lynn at lunch and finally found the girl in the middle of a circle of boys. She sighed, knowing that Lynn probably had all those teenaged studs completely enslaved with her beauty and sharp mind. One day Heather would have to figure out how the other girl did it. To her, it was nothing more than a game, but a very pleasurable one and one which Heather didn't really want to have that much to do with.
"Lynn? Could I talk with you a few minutes. It's real important."
"Sure, Heather. Sorry, guys, but duty calls. And . . . " she said turning to one of the boys, "why don't you call me tonight? Maybe we can get something going for the dance Saturday."
The boy smiled ear to ear, having outdone the others and won Lynn's approval. This seemed to end the tiny conference going on and all the others drifted away until the two girls were left alone in the corner of the lunch room.
"So shoot, kid, what can old Auntie Lynn do for you? Arrange a date? Pick which one you want and he's yours." She waved her slender hand in a wide circle around the cafeteria. Lynn was being malicious and both of them knew it. Heather seldom went on dates because all the boys seemed to think about was sex.
"Not that, Lynn, not this time. You know how I'm always late for English? Well, let me tell you what I saw in the principal's office . . . " and she did in glowing detail. Heather didn't leave out a single detail and by the time she finished, Lynn was almost panting with excitement.
"Wow, Heather, with dope like that on old Stone Face, you can run this whole goddamned school."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Hell, girl, I mean you can blackmail that bastard till hell won't have it. You can graduate from this pile of bricks with a straight A average. Mr. Elliot is supposed to be the last one to see the grades, you know. He just might change all the grades around a little to keep your mouth properly buttoned shut."
"I couldn't do that."
"Hell, why not? I would. Look, let the slimy son of a bitch get his kicks however he wants, but to spank a student and then fuck her like you said he did-and you couldn't make anything like this up since you don't have the imagination-is going too far. He can get his ass thrown in jail for sure. For a long time. He'd do it. Hell, Heather, you can run this school however you want with power like that over him."
"No, Lynn, that's not what I want. I just wanted to ask you what I should do about it. We can't let him go on. He might do this to other girls." Heather shuddered slightly, thinking how she'd love to be on the receiving end of his raping prick. Then she shoved the idea away as if it might burn her. That was sick. She didn't really want that at all. It was just a passing imagine.
"Shit, if you won't, I will. It doesn't matter who saw him, just that someone who'll talk did. I won't even mention your name. How's that?" Lynn's face was flushed with excitement and Heather knew that the girl was fully capable of carrying the blackmail through to the finish. Let her. In a way Lynn was disappointed but in another, she knew this was probably for the best. She couldn't hope to carry off blackmail with the necessary flair. Lynn could bluff her way all day long and no one would be the wiser. Let the whole thing go through on Lynn's capable shoulders and to hell with it.
"I can't stop you," Heather said. "Okay. Go on, do it. But.. . " and at the thought forming in her head, she blushed. "But can I watch? I mean, I got a charge out of seeing him-you know."
Lynn laughed. "We'll make a fucker out of you yet. You dug watching him put the old prick to her, huh? And you want to watch me rake him over the coals? Sure, why not? In fact, it will be better having a witness to it."
Together they went to Mr. Elliot's office and scouted it out to make sure he was alone. Then Lynn pressed forward and said, "This is my game from here on out. Wish me luck."
Heather squeezed her friend's arm, words refusing to form in her throat. She watched mutely as Lynn boldly shoved her way into the man's office and left the door slightly ajar so that she could get a full view and hear everything going down in the office.
"Haven't you been told to knock when entering someone's office, young lady?" snapped Mr. Elliot.
"I'm no lady, Mr. Elliot and what we have to say is best said alone. I didn't want to alert anyone else to the fact I'm here. And I doubt if you're willing to admit I came here, either."
"Quit talking in circles. What is it you want?"
"To blackmail you," Lynn said straight out. Heather felt a rush of excitement such as she'd never felt before. This was going to work! Lynn was going to control the principal. What they could do then! The world was opening up in front of her.
"Over what? Cheating on my tax returns? Everyone does that. Those clowns don't deserve my hard-earned money."
"I was thinking more about what you did to Susan this morning. You see, I was outside watching you while you tied her up and then spanked her oh-so-naked ass and then fucked the living hell out of her. What would the PTA say? Or the school board? Or even the cops? I understand they're on a vendetta right now about child molesters. Hell, man, you don't even need to use the 'Candy, little girl?' routine to get all the nubile young things in here to fuck. All you have to do is trump up some violation of the school code against them, then fuck their little cunts till you get tired. Yeah, the newspapers would have a field day with this story."
"Unless . . . "he prodded.
"Unless you can convince me that I should forget it. I don't ask much. Not money or anything like that. Just a few extra privileges. Like no more detention study hall, straight A's, being able to cut class whenever I feel like it. Those are the starters."
"Yeah, I guess they would be. You know, I've been a principal for quite a few years and have had a lot of students think they could get away with blackmailing me. Not a one of them made it. You know why?"
Heather's heart leaped to her throat as she spied on them from the outer office. Mr. Elliot wasn't the least bit upset over what Lynn had said to him. He wasn't reacting like she'd thought he would. He didn't look fearful or ashamed of what he'd done. If anything, a more cunning look crept into his eyes.
"Why?" came Lynn's weak response. She, too, knew that something had gone wrong. She couldn't put her finger on exactly what it was, but knew it might be fatal for her in the long run.
"This is a bag of heroin. Not worth a whole lot. Maybe a thousand dollars or so. You think it's a lot of money. To me, it's worth getting rid of a blackmailing student. I plant it in your locker and call the cops and you're in jail. Who's going to listen to a dope pusher trying to incriminate the upstanding man who put the finger on her? You can rant and rave about me fucking every girl in the school-and that's not a bad idea-and no one will ever listen to you."
"You wouldn't do that," Lynn said, without much conviction. She knew that Mr. Elliot would-and maybe had in the past. A couple students had been busted for pushing dope and she would have bet anything they were the last ones in the world to do such a lousy thing. Now it was all explained. They'd gotten something on Mr. Elliot and he'd removed them as dangers to him.
"Don't make book on it, girl. Now that we know what each other is capable of doing, let's discuss what your punishment should be for trying to do such a cowardly thing to me. Blackmail is a disgusting crime. I think that the punishment meted out to Susan is about right for you, too. Don't you agree?"
Lynn darted for the door but Mr. Elliot's speed surprised her. For a portly, middle aged man, he moved faster than light. He planted himself firmly between her and the door. Heather could see his broad back and wondered if she should cry out or try to shove him out of the way so that Lynn could escape. Then she decided it wasn't any good when he grabbed Lynn and spun her around, bending her over the desk as he had Susan a few hours earlier.
"Yeah, this is one fine ass. I'm going to enjoy . . . disciplining . . . you!"
Lynn cried out and thrashed around trying to free herself from his grip, but the man was too strong. Heather cursed herself, wishing she had more strength and could go and help her friend. Somehow, she simply rooted to the spot, unmoving, frightened like she'd never been before in her young life.
"I hate jeans but there wasn't any way I could get the school board to veto having students wear them. Especially the girls. I love to watch naked legs flashing whitely in the sun as you young strumpets walk. Or see the smoky flash of young thighs as you sit down and cross your legs. That's a hell of a treat. But shit no, you got to wear these fuckin' blue jeans and hide your legs. Hell!"
He ripped the jeans from around Lynn's waist and pulled them over the flare of her ass. His hands lingered on the curve of her butt as the heavy denim pants fell to the ground around her legs. His hands seemed to drink in some elemental power as he pressed his hand hard against her silk panty clad rump. Then he pulled off the panties to expose her shining white ass.
"Beautiful. You shouldn't hide it under denims like you do. A nice mini-skirt would show off your charms so much better. Give the studs out there a chance to window shop before you put out for them. And I'll bet you're a real slut, aren't you? Maybe you pick up a few extra bucks hooking on weekends. Do you fuck for money, cunt?"
He drove his fingers down into the humid canyon between her meaty asscheeks and did something that Heather couldn't see. From the way Lynn jumped, he must have shoved his finger all the way up her asshole.
"Goddammit, man, stop this! I'll have the cops on you for this!" raged the girl, held helpless in the man's powerful grip. He easily held her wrists behind her back in one hand, leaving his other hand free to explore her asshole.
"No you won't. Remember the heroin. And I won't hesitate to send you to jail. You won't have a chance. Now shut up, you dumb cunt, and take your discipline. If you don't, my disciplining will only be the more severe."
The words came like molasses, slow and thick and somehow menacing. Heather damned herself for not going to her friend's aid, yet she couldn't. The sheer terror gripping her made her as helpless as Lynn. And she thought it could as easily be herself bent over that desk, about to receive the fucking of her life. She didn't want that. And she was forced to admit that she was chicken. She was a complete coward in not wanting to help her friend.
But she didn't run for help. The fear that prevented her from helping Lynn escape also froze her to the spot. That and an inner need to watch what was about to happen. She hated herself for this more than anything else, but she wanted to watch the man fucking Lynn. That need deep inside her own cunt was coming back to life. She was a virgin, but that didn't keep her from longing for cock of her own.
If she didn't want to let a man stuff his disgusting cock all the way up her little pussy, this didn't mean she didn't get off on watching two others fucking their brains out. She needed this stimulation like a man dying of thirst needs water. It was a sick thing to do and Heather couldn't help herself, any more than Mr. Elliot could stop himself after he saw Lynn's smoothly curving, whitely inviting ass poking up in the air.
"Should I spank you first?" the man was saying. "You say you watched while I did that to Susan. Perhaps just fucking you will be enough. What do you have to say about it, you stupid slut?"
"Let me loose!" bellowed Lynn. "Don't you dare touch me with that fucking cock of yours! I'll have your balls hanging on the office wall for a trophy if you touch me!"
"My, my, such language from a dumb bitch. I'm going to have to really punish you, I see." He spun the girl around until she was bent double over the high backed wooden chair beside his desk. A few quick yanks and he had enough scotch tape to bind her wrists to the front chair legs. He separated her slender legs and then fastened them to the chair's back legs. She was painfully pulled out over the back of the chair and completely at his mercy. Lynn couldn't escape no matter how much she struggled. The best she could hope for would be to tip the chair over onto its side-and she would be worse off on the floor than she was standing.
"Now for the fun part of your discipline," the man said. He pulled down the zipper of his trousers and yanked out his cock, already rigid and ready for action. It was long and hard and an ugly red. Heather couldn't take her eyes off it. It held her hypnotized like a bird by a snake. The way the purpled head danced around, jerking with every frenzied beat of the man's heart, fascinated her.
She felt her own twat begin to churn and boil with lust. She sobbed and caught her lower lip between her teeth. He didn't know she was spying on his little "discipline" session and that was the way she wanted to keep it. Lynn had been the one who'd thought this was a good idea. Let her take her punishment for it.
But was this punishment? Heather couldn't decide. For her, it would be delightful. She wouldn't mind having the man rape her. She would at last be able to know what all her friends talked about when they came back from hot dates with their boyfriends. Was it really super getting a hard, hot cock shoved up her cunt like they said? Or were they lying to her about it?
Heather could find out if Mr. Elliot would only toss her over that chair and stuff his prick all the way up her flowing cunt. But that was a terrible thing to think. That was rape and she didn't want to be raped. This entire scene horrified her, yet attracted her in some way she couldn't put into words.
Maybe it was simply that she was able to see what she had been missing all these years, at least in part, and that she wanted more than her virgin status could ever give.
"Such a fine ass," the man said, stroking across the tightly pulled skin of her behind. "I'm going to enjoy punishing you for attempting to blackmail me. I can tell right now."
"You son of a bitch!" yelled Lynn, struggling futilely against the tape holding her hands and ankles. With her cunt spread wide open to him like it was, she'd never felt more vulnerable in her entire life. Even when she'd lost her cherry, she hadn't felt this uncomfortable.
"Such language!" he chided. "I shall have to really show you that it isn't nice." He moved closer, his cock bucking hard in his hand. He pressed the other hand into one of her snowy white ass cheeks and pulled at the doughy flesh until Lynn gasped. Then he bent forward until the thick knob of his cock pressed firmly into her asshole.
"You bastard! Not up my ass!"
The words shocked Heather. She couldn't understand what he was trying to do until Lynn cried out those words. Heather knew fucking in the cunt was normal, even if she didn't do it. But up the ass? That was so perverted she couldn't even begin to understand why he would want to do it. But she pressed closer, her eyes glued to the scene in front of her. She saw the purpled head of his glans touch the puckered anus of the captive girl, and then begin to dig in.
Lynn sobbed loudly now, obviously in pain at the intrusion up her back. But the principal didn't slow down. His prick shoved in with impressive force against her anal sphincter muscle until the entire tip of his prick was buried in her rectum. Then he jerked his hips forward and sent his entire length of rigid prick hammering deep into her guts.
The captive teenager went wild with the pain. Shrieking, "You're tearing my ass up!" she thrashed around the impaling spike of his prick. Heather saw the looks on both their faces. The girl was in pain while the man was enjoying it to the fullest.
"Be silent," he ordered. "I don't like the bitches I butt-fuck to scream so much."
"You're tearing me apart inside, damn you! My ass is on fire!"
"Yes, I know. I can feel it squeezing down all around my prick. A very tight-assed chick you are," he observed. "Now's the time for the real punishment to begin."
He fucked her ass with long, fast strokes designed to set her entirely on fire. Heather found herself responding to the age old rhythm he used. Her own cunt itched and begged for something more than it was getting. Her fingers hardly supplied the bulk her pussy desired. And even her asshole was quivering in response to the butt fucking going on. She knew that Lynn was hurting badly from the brutal ass fucking but she couldn't help the girl. She was turned to stone and was doomed to watch.
She couldn't keep her eyes off the man's prick. It spread apart the captive girl's asscheeks to bury itself deeply into her asshole. The tight muscle seemed to relax a bit after the initial entry, but she was in no less pain for it. If anything, she jerked and cried out even more as his prick drove poker-hard into her soft body.
The look of sheer delight on the man's face was obscene. He closed his eyes and leaned back to drive his hips even farther forward into the girl's butt. Heather hated the man for what he was doing even while she was strangely envying Lynn. The lewd sounds coming from the principal's office told of the force and speed of his fucking. That long battering ram of cock was shooting so far up into the girl's asshole that his balls wetly slapped against her cunt lips.
Heather found herself intrigued by the sight in front of her. The long prick digging deeply into the girl's asshole was nice, but the way the man's balls swung to and fro to batter against the pinkly scalloped pussy lips was even more of a turn on for her. She watched and stroked her own cunt lips and marveled at how perverted this entire scene was. Finally, she knew that she couldn't stay here much longer.
Mr. Elliot didn't show any signs of giving up on his butt fucking. He was having too much fun at it. Lynn was his prisoner and she couldn't complain where it would do any good. He might bang her ass all night long since school was just about out for the day. Heather knew she alone couldn't help her friend. If she wanted to save Lynn from being Mr. Elliot's plaything all night long, she would need help.
The only one she could think of to turn to was her brother, Mark. He knew all sorts of things. Besides, he was big and strong and could fight off Mr. Elliot if it came to that.
Heather thought it might. She reluctantly left the scene of the butt fucking and then ran for home to get her brother.
CHAPTER THREE
Heather raced home on feet that seemed tireless. She came into the house, panting but avoided her parents and went directly to her brother's room. Somehow, it seemed to her that her parents wouldn't understand the need for secrecy in this. They would call the police and who knows what horrible things would happen.
She didn't doubt for an instant that Mr. Elliot would frame all of them with the bags of dope he had in his desk. The man's evilness exuded throughout the school like a malignant cancer. The police weren't the way of handling him. She hoped Mark would have a better idea.
"Hi, Sis," he said, looking up from a book he was reading. The redhead pushed an unruly shock of hair back and peered at her with eyes that were as iron-gray as her own.
"God, Mark, I'm so glad you're here. I've got one hell of a big problem."
His eyes widened slightly. Hearing his sister swear like that proved the problem was of major size. He couldn't remember ever hearing her say anything more potent than "darn" before.
"Go slow and let me have all of it, Sis. You . . . you're not pregnant or anything like that, are you?"
"God, no! This is worse!" she blurted. Heather tried to keep calm while she told him about how she'd seen Mr. Elliot spanking and fucking Susan, then how the same thing had happened to Lynn when the girl tried to blackmail the principal, but the words became so jumbled up she wasn't sure she said anything right.
Finally, he got the story and sat thinking about it. "This is one hell of a fine mess," he agreed. "And I see why you didn't want to tell the folks about it. All they could think of doing would be to call in the cops. Even if old Stone Face didn't use the heroin like he said he would, how do we square Lynn's attempted blackmail? That bastard is dealing from the bottom of the deck and we've got to play along."
"Mark," Heather said passionately, "you've got to help her?"
"Huh? Who do you mean?"
"Lynn! She's still there! He was still fucking her when I left to come find you. He said he was going to fuck her all night long!"
The words stunned the seventeen year old. He sat for a moment, trying to figure out where he'd gone wrong. When his sister had laid the story on him, he'd thought this was something which was over. He hadn't realized that Mr. Elliot was still merrily fucking away at the captive girl in his office.
That changed things drastically. "Okay, Sis, we go to see Mr. Elliot. Maybe we can declare a truce or something. Anything to get Lynn away from him." He shuddered a little at the thought of facing that madman. If he was bold enough to fuck students in his own office at school, he was probably secure enough to feel he could get away with anything. But he had to make the effort-for his sister and for Lynn's sake.
Mark had lusted after the fiery blonde for some time. He was sure this would get him in good enough with her so she would put out for him. The thought of fucking Lynn made his prick tingle and surge with desire. Just looking at his own sister was making him horny! The youth had been striking out again and again with the chicks and he was so goddamned horny now he would fuck a knothole and think it was good.
"Uh, okay, knight in shiny armor to the rescue. But come with me, huh? You know, to take care of Lynn and all," he said. He didn't want to admit he feared Mr. Elliot. Besides, what could the man do to him? But the terror remained, even though Mark tried to convince himself it would have been all right if he went alone.
* * *
"They're gone!" Heather exclaimed. "I left them in the office and now they're gone! Where could they have disappeared to?"
Mark walked over to the chair and found the strands of tape on the legs. He pulled them off and looked at them dumbly. The back of the chair had a stain, recent and sweaty, which showed a body had been draped over it just as his sister had said. There was no doubt in his mind that she'd seen what she'd seen. She wasn't making it up.
"The school's pretty deserted right now. They might be any . . . "
"What the hell are you kids doing here?" came a cold voice. They spun, guiltily, and saw Mr. Larson, the shop teacher, standing in the doorway.
"I. . . we were looking for Mr. Elliot. I, uh, we wanted to talk with him. Personal business," said Mark.
"Humph. Well, let's look for him, then. I saw him not too long ago. Why don't you check down that way while she stays here in case he comes back. I'll check down the other wing and we can meet back here in a few minutes."
"Well, okay," said Mark, reluctantly. He didn't want to leave Heather here alone, but as long as she was alone, it would be all right. What did they really have to fear now, anyway, with the shop teacher here? Mr. Elliot wouldn't dare try anything with an adult witness.
"Go on, Mark," Heather urged. "It'll be okay. And I want to get this over with as soon as possible."
She watched her brother disappear down one hall and the shop instructor go in the other direction. In less than a minute, Mr. Larson came back in and shut the office door. Suddenly frightened, Heather looked up and said, "Did you find him?"
"Hell, sweetie, I didn't have to look. Jim's down in the shop with that other dumb cunt he was fucking."
Her entire body went numb with horror. Mr. Larson was in this with the principal. She should have realized it from the start, but the confusion she'd felt at seeing her friend raped like that had made her too trusting. Before she could open her mouth to scream for her brother, a thick, calloused hand clamped firmly on her mouth.
"Just keep quiet, kid, and you won't get hurt. We're going down to see what old Jim has in store for you. He's got one whale of a fine imagination for using sluts like you."
No matter how she struggled, Heather couldn't free herself from the strong grasp. Mr. Larson propelled her down the hallway and into the third door on the right. The smell of sawdust and fright reached her nostrils. Amid all the heavy shop equipment was something she'd never seen before in this classroom. A set of crude wooden stocks held Lynn motionless. The girl had been stripped completely naked, her head and wrists imprisoned in one stock while her legs were held widely spread by a three foot two-by-four. In her mouth was a small rubber ball held in place by a piece of string.
The frightened eyes staring at her told part of the story. The ugly red lash marks across the girl's firm, youthful body told the rest. Mr. Elliot had been whipping her with a yard long piece of rough hemp rope. And from the white goo oozing down the insides of her wide-spread legs, he must have raped repeatedly since she'd fled, leaving the other girl alone in the office.
Heather didn't have to be a genius to know what was in store for her. There was already another set of stocks gaping wide open. She began to fight furiously. Managing to bite down hard on Mr. Larson's hand allowed her to scream, but it did no good. She could tell by the thick soundproofing in the ceiling and on the walls, that this room was designed to be as quiet as possible.
"Damned bitch," snarled Mr. Larson, pulling his injured hand away from her mouth. "I'm gonna enjoy using you."
The words shocked her more than anything else. "Use her." He didn't consider her anything more than a receptacle for his prick. She was a cunt to him and nothing else. Not even human. Zero. Zip. Something to be used and then discarded.
Mr. Elliot spun around and flung her into the open stocks. When she heard the wooden click followed by a metallic snap, she knew she was helpless. Her hands were imprisoned about a foot away from each ear. There was no way she could possibly open the stocks now.
"I love peeling the clothes off these bitches," Mr. Elliot said. "And I've been getting hornier and hornier flogging the other one. Her cunt's actually gotten floppy and loose since we've fucked her so many times."
"Yeah," said Mr. Larson, leering at Lynn, "she was good when we started, but after the fourth or fifth time, even up the ass, it wasn't as good. Think this one will last longer?"
Heather shivered under the malevolent gaze. His eyes were snake-like. Yellow and round and totally lacking in any human kindness. But she tried to escape when Mr. Elliot began unbuttoning her blouse. She didn't want to end up like Lynn had.
Rape fantasies are shared by all women and are fascinating to them-as long as they remain fantasies. But this was turning into reality. As much as her body yearned for the feel of a man's prick violating her cunt, she didn't want that. Emotionally, she wasn't able to handle it. She fought but it did no good. Mr. Elliot was too strong for her and, imprisoned in the stocks as she was, she couldn't hope to use her hands to claw his eyes.
He stripped off her blouse, then undid her bra leaving her naked to the waist. He whistled in appreciation and said, "Goddamn, what a pair of knockers she's got. Ever see a pair like those tits, Mike? Fucking her is going to be a lot of fun."
"You're right, Jim. Look at this." He reached out and flicked the nipple of her left tit. She jumped as if touched with an electric wire. The way her nipple sprang erect and hard made her feel embarrassed. She wasn't turned on by the crude handling. It was the fear that made her tits fill with excited blood.
"She likes that. She likes it a lot. Hell, there's not a bit of sag in those size 38's. 38 C, you suppose?"
"Lemme check." Mr. Larson's thick hand circled around her right tit and squeezed down hard. She moaned, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing her cry. The sensations ripping into her chest were indescribable. Never had she felt this way before. Whenever a boyfriend had played with her tits, it had been gentle. Not like this roughness. He gripped down hard on the big boob and started moving it in a huge circle.
She thought he was trying to rip it off her chest. She sobbed and moaned under her breath, wondering at the way her body was responding to this fondling. It didn't hurt-not exactly. But it was so humiliating! But she was beginning to enjoy it. The feel of the man's hand moving across her aroused nipple sent surges of carnal electricity volting down into her chest. She hated him doing it. But she didn't want him to stop!
"I think the slut likes it. Look at her face, Jim. She likes it when I do this to her tits!" He started pressing his palms firmly into her young tits. The marshmallowy flesh flowed under the pressure, squirting out around his hands until the nipples poked firmly into the palms of his hands. She groaned and struggled to escape this sweet torture. She couldn't. The stocks held her too firmly.
"Please, why are you doing this to me!" she cried.
"Hell, you tell us, sweetie," Mr. Larson said. "I think you like it. Don't you? Tell me you like it!"
He grabbed and twisted her tits with a furious jerk that sent pain rocketing into her brain. She was certain he was going to yank off both her boobs and leave her a deformed freak. She could only answer him, "Yes, yes I love it! Now leave me alone!"
"Shit, baby, we're just starting." He continued to fondle her boobs, playing with her eraser-hard nipples, while the principal stripped off her skirt and threw it aside. Her white cotton panties were damp in the crotch from all the activity. Even Heather couldn't tell if it was from sweat or cunt juice.
This excited her in a perverted way. She didn't want to be raped. Thinking about it might excite her, but the actual rape was terrifying. Still, she couldn't deny the way her cunt throbbed and hungered for cock. The more she saw in the principal's office, the more she longed to have a meaty cock shoved deep into her fuck hole.
"Can't get the friggin' things off," muttered Mr. Elliot. "Where's that knife?" She felt cold metal glide along the outside of her leg. She tried to avoid it but couldn't. It cut hard into the cotton fabric of her panties and then she felt the cold air surging across her overheated snatch. The panties had been cut off entirely. She was only glad that the man hadn't used the knife on her skin.
Still, her position didn't appear too hopeful. The shop instructor continued to manhandle her boobs until she wanted to break down and cry. The feel of a man's hands on her tits was nice, but this was more than a simple fondling. She knew she was entirely under the man's control. He could do anything at all to her and she couldn't hope to stop him.
"I think the little girl's beginning to shake a bit, Jim. What are you gonna do to her?" The harsh voice seemed to ask the question in spite of knowing what the answer was going to be, but he wanted to make her fully aware of how hopeless her situation was.
"I found me one hell of a fine snatch. Lookit all that curly red hair. And damp! Man, that pussy fur is already wet with lust. Do you suppose she's got a letch for her principal?"
Heather moaned softly as agile fingers began to explore her pussy. The hand moved and cupped her entire twat, then squeezed. She emitted a tiny yelp like a dog who's had its tail stepped on. When a finger probed deeply between her pussy lips and all the way up into her gooey cunt, she thought she would pass out.
"I don't believe this. The whore's still a virgin. A virgin cunt! Shit, I haven't found one of them the whole time I've been principal at this lousy school."
"An endangered species," agreed Mr. Larson, who still kept his hands moving across her tits. He seemed reluctant to give up the handholds he used to maintain control over her.
"I guess it's my duty as principal," said Mr. Elliot, "to instruct this young girl in sex. Sex education has always been one of my big projects in this school, you know."
"Christ, how could I not know?" said Mr. Larson. "You're gonna wear that pecker of yours out in all the hot pussy one of these days. Why not let me fuck her, in way of educating her cunt?"
"No," he said, harsh, final, firm. "She's all mine. Aren't you, sweetie?" He pressed his face close to hers and she had to hold back the urge to puke. He reached up and pulled her face around so that he could kiss her on the lips. She kept her mouth resolutely closed. He wasn't going to French kiss her. No way.
But he did. His tongue drove in between her lips like a battering ram. She kept her teeth firmly clenched, though. But when his finger drove into her cunt, she opened her mouth to exclaim. That was all the opening he needed to shove his tongue cock-hard into her mouth.
There, he played with her tongue as so many of her boyfriends had done in the past. She could almost forget she was in crude wooden stocks and about to be raped. If she pretended this wasn't the principal but one of her boyfriends, it wasn't too bad at all. She gasped slightly and then began to move her tongue against his in a rough, pink caress. Their saliva intermixed and she felt her breath coming faster.
The hand gripping her boobs tightened and she felt a surge of desire pass throughout her body. The tongue dueled passionately with hers and the hand stroking across her turgid nipple almost made her forget her predicament.
Then came the harsh voice, "Enough of this kid stuff. I'm hard. I'm ready to fuck her."
She opened her eyes to stare directly into the principal's face. She found no tenderness in his eyes. Only lust. And she knew he was going to take what she wouldn't freely give him.
"You animal!" she raged. "I hate you!"
"Didn't seem that way a second ago. You were coming on pretty strong. See how these prick teasers are, Mike? One second they're melting all over you begging for your prick, and then the next they freeze up on you and don't want a thing to do with you."
"Beast!"
"Yeah, just like you're a bitch in heat. And I'm gonna pick that little cherry of yours, kid. Spread those soft legs of yours so I can get my cock into your cunt."
"Go to hell!" she flared, kicking out in a vain attempt to plant her foot in his groin. He simply laughed and trapped her leg easily and held it under his right arm. This forced her to open her crotch to him.
She closed her eyes and tried to ignore him. But it didn't work. She felt the blunted head of his prick bounce against her cunt lips and go skittering wetly down the length of her sex gash. He'd missed, but he was persistent. His prick returned and this time forced its way between her tightly clenched cunt lips. She groaned as the glans of his cock entered her cunt hole.
She hadn't thought it would be like this. Heather had wanted her first time to be soft and gentle and caring and all night long. It seemed about all she was going to get was the all night long fuck fest. These two men would take turns with her until she was a torn and bloody mess.
And then they'd go back to Lynn and fuck her. No matter how the teenager turned, she couldn't win. Not with these two men.
"God, I can feel the heat boiling out of her cunt. And tiiiight, man you can't believe how fucking tight she is."
"Hell, only the tip of your prick is in her. Go on and fuck her good. Show her what a real stud you are, Jim."
The principal didn't have to be urged twice to do just that. His prick moved with all the speed of a glacier into her cunt, but it also moved with all the power of that massive sheet of ice. She gasped as his prick slowly filled her cunt to overflowing. Then she cried out in pain as he began pressing hard against her hymen.
The fragile little sheet of membrane began to stretch under his prodigious power. She thought she might faint from the pain ripping its way into her guts, but she couldn't really tell if it was physical or mental anguish that hurt her the most.
The pain assaulting her body she could tolerate. It hurt like hell, sure, but it wasn't any worse than when she'd broken her arm. The tautness inside her came from a sexual tension as much as the physical stretching of her cherry. The man's prick didn't stop, though, but came right on up into her cunt. ' She cried and thrashed around but this only made it worse. The pain mounted as she tried to escape his clutches. When she didn't think she could take any more, she blacked out for a second. The brief faint didn't last long. When her consciousness returned, his cock still hammered into her rubbery cherry.
That pain was bad, but the mental pain was worse. She felt guilty. She might have avoided this in some way, though how she couldn't say. The man's insistence was too much for her. He knew what he wanted and came after her to get it, but still she felt guilty. As much as anything else, she wanted his meaty prick driving hard into her cunt, fucking her, making her into a woman at long last. She couldn't admit this out loud. Not even to herself could she fully confess such a dirty, base, wanton desire. But her body cried out for cock and lots of it. She was tired of hearing her girlfriends talk about how they'd all balled their boyfriends. She wanted a little of that sexy action, at least subconsciously she wanted it.
But the physical reality of that prick driving into her virgin cunt was almost more than she could handle. She wanted to cry out, to protest, to do something. The stocks on her hands and neck prevented any real action. Besides, how could a teenager possibly fight off two determined, grown men who wanted to rape her?
"Love this, God, do I love the feel of virgin pussy all around my cock," Mr. Elliot said.
"You lucky bastard. I never got a cherry, never!" exclaimed Mr. Larson. "I hope you enjoy it, you low life scum bag."
"I'll enjoy the fucking hell out of her!" he promised. Then he tensed a bit more and Heather almost lost her mind.
The pressures inside her cunt were at the breaking point. She didn't know how she could possibly handle any more pain. The way his blunted cock pressed so firmly into the rubbery sheet of her cherry drove her crazy. Then his prick snapped through the membrane and his cock surged balls deep into her cunt.
She blacked out again with the pain. When she came to again, he was avidly fucking her bloody cunt. The blood oozed from her innards and dribbled down the velvety soft insides of her thighs. But that wasn't what frightened her the most. She was actually enjoying this rape. She couldn't possibly admit this to anyone!
Her cunt was being ravaged by the insane principal and her cunt was drooling obscenely.
"Shit, never felt a chick this tight around my old pecker before," the man said. "Love it, God Almighty, how I love this! I could die right now and go happy, fucking a chick with a cunt this tight. And when she learns to use those pussy muscles, she's gonna be the best goddamned lay around this whole fucking school!"
Heather's eyes fluttered as she tried to sort out all the new and wondrously different feelings rampaging through her body. The feel of his prick inside her answered basic needs she had been repressing for so long. This was how she should have scratched the deep itch she'd felt for so many years. Masturbating was nothing compared to having a man's prick moving around inside her.
She tensed her cunt muscles as she felt his hand drag across her nipples. He grunted in pleasure while she could feel the contours of his prick. The man's cock was bigger inside her than she'd imagined it would be. She could even figure out where the broad arrowhead of his glans was, how the big blue vein on the top of his prick pulsed and throbbed with life, and the way his entire meaty prick bucked and jerked in her agitated pussy made her feel more like a woman than ever before.
Heather liked this while she hated it at the same time. It was so confusing!
"Stop it," she begged the man. "Don't do this any more to me! Please! I can't take it any longer!"
"Hell, baby, this is probably as long as you'll ever take it!" he leered. "I'm a good eight inches long and there's no stud in the whole fucking school any longer than I am," he bragged.
She shut her eyes and abandoned her senses to him. No matter what he did to her now, it couldn't possibly be worse than what he'd already done. He'd robbed her of her most precious possession. And she wasn't going to forget it. Somehow, some way, someday, she would get even with him. And it wouldn't be pleasant when she did.
For now, all she could do was try to relax and enjoy the new and wondrous feel of his cock driving back and forth in her well-oiled cunt. This wasn't quite what she'd had in mind when she vowed one day to lose her cherry to the man she loved, but she could still pretend.
In her head, he could be her lover. But the man, no matter how many times he violated her body, would never touch her innermost core. She would hate with all her passion, just as she allowed her body to experience all the carnal passion possible from his fucking.
CHAPTER FOUR
The lewd noises from the fucking filled the small shop. Heather was conscious of only a part of the sounds of her rape because she was in a shell-shocked condition, just like a soldier in the front ranks. Her body was numbed and her head didn't seem to work just right. She felt the man's prick working hard in her cunt, but it was almost a disconnected thing, distant and happening to someone else.
The speed of the fucking picked up as his passions mounted. He grunted and struggled to fuck the living hell out of her. She remained almost impassive to what he was doing to her. She could respond later-if she felt like it.
"Goddamn, she's like some sort of zombie. What's the matter, sweetie, you a corpse? Hey, Jim, maybe you can fuck her corpse. Never tried necrophilia. What's it like?"
"Cunt's too fucking hot for her to be a stiff," the man panted. He struggled to control his own come. The way his balls hardened and threatened to explode at the lightest touch made him too conscious of his task. He didn't want to jet out like some teenaged kid getting his first piece of tail. He wanted to show her how a real man made love. And by damn, he would!
His prick shot in and out of her agitated pussy even faster. The friction of cockhead against cunt wall threatened to melt his prick to limp flesh, but he still maintained the furious fucking rate. Nothing mattered much to him any more, save for stuffing his cock as far up her pussy as he could.
He tossed his head like a stallion to get the sweat out of his eyes. Then he looked down between his legs and saw the action going on. His prick vanished between the lewdly grinning pink lips of her cunt. He drove the cunt-juice soaked prick into her with all the power locked in his body. And the sight of his balls wetly slapping against her ass did him in. He felt the fierce tide of his come rising along the length of his cock. Fighting it down did no good.
Inch by slow inch it advanced until it spewed forth from the piss-slit of his cock. He whitewashed her virgin cunt with the first load of jism it had ever received. Somehow, that thought drained him completely of his sperm and semen.
"Jesus, that was a fine fuck," he said, pulling away from Heather. She simply lay there, looking up at him with dazed eyes. She might have been the corpse Mr. Larson accused her of being.
"She didn't seem to get off on you too much, Jim," the shop teacher observed. "Let me have a go at her and see if she likes the feel of my cock any better."
"Okay, man, if it's sloppy seconds you want, go on. I will say this, her cunt's still going to be nice and tight for you. No sag at all in that pussy." Mr. Elliot sat down on the edge of the saw table and flicked his limp prick back and forth to shake loose a thick droplet of jizz still clinging to the very tip.
"I don't want any sloppy seconds after you. I was thinking, if her cunt still had a cherry, I'll bet she has a virgin ass."
The words shocked Heather from her daze. It had been pleasant to simply drift along with whatever they did to her. She could let her body ache and hurt and it didn't bother her too much. The soft gauze of shock would keep her insulated from the worst of this rape.
But to have him fuck her up the ass would be murder! She'd seen how the principal had taken Lynn up the back and how much it had harmed that girl. And Lynn had probably fucked just about every boy in the school. She was experienced in the ways of sex and probably hadn't passed much up in the years since she'd lost her cherry.
"No, you can't do that!" Heather protested.
"Y-you'll tear me apart! I'll bleed to death if you stuff that big prick of yours up my ass!"
"Oh, listen to the naughty words the young virgin chick uses," taunted Mr. Larson. "I knew the kids today were really hip on a lot of things, but filthy words like that just simply make me horny. I've got to fuck her now. Hear that, girl? You're the one responsible for me wanting to fuck you up your virgin ass!"
"No!" she sobbed. The tears ran down her cheeks now, unashamedly. She could hardly control her emotions as they ran wild. She didn't want this to happen. Getting a prick up her ass was such a perverted thing, she could hardly bear even thinking about it. Dirty, filthy, sick, words couldn't even come close to the feeling she had for butt fucking.
She had been shocked mightily when she saw Mr. Elliot stuff his prick up Lynn's asshole rather than into her cunt. And what had rocked her even more was the way she'd responded to the sight. Her cunt had flowed strongly and her desires had raced even more than when she'd spied on him screwing Susan after spanking her ass.
"Y-you wouldn't!"
"Hell if I wouldn't, kid. But first, I got to make sure your ass is ready for me. You just roll over and bend your sweet ass up in my direction." The man's hands moved her into the position he desired. Never had Heather felt more vulnerable in her life. With the stocks around her hands and head, she couldn't move very well at all. Now that she was being bent double over the table, she found herself even less able to move away from the man.
Quickly, Heather found out Mr. Larson's true intentions. He didn't intend to simply fuck her up her pert ass, he meant to make sure her ass was on fire before he began. She heard a whistling noise, then pain ripped through her butt. He spanked her with a rough wooden board with several small holes bored into it. The holes prevented the air from backing up and cushioning any blow. The air whistled through the holes and allowed the full force of the blow to collide with her ass.
She was hammered forward into the table top. The edge of the table cut into her belly and made her even more conscious of the pain in her body. The paddling she received warmed her ass, then gave her incredible pain as the board landed repeatedly on her soft bottom.
"I like this," Mr. Larson said. "I like the way her butt comes through the holes in the paddle. Watch."
He landed a few more swats on her upturned rear to demonstrate his discovery for the principal. The man seemed to approve because he said, 'Til have to get one of those for my office. I've been using my wooden ruler to spank their asses."
"Too old fashioned. Get modern, man. Like this. God, this turns me on in a big way!"
The paddle continued to find soft flesh on her bottom. She wept openly, not caring if they saw her. Never in her life had she felt more helpless, more degraded than now. She was totally under their control and couldn't help herself do the slightest thing. They continued to torment her, to torture her with the board until she was certain her ass would be bloodied as well as black and blue.
She felt a rough hand massaging the thick slabs of her ass cheeks. Mr. Larson said, "About ready, don't you think. Feel the ass. Warm to the touch. And that means her asshole is going to be flaming hot!"
"Get it on, Mike, get it on," urged the principal. "My cock's getting hard just thinking about you fucking her up the butt. If you don't do it, I will!"
Mr. Larson didn't give the principal time to act on his threat. He dropped to his knees behind the girl and reached down to force open her buttocks. She groaned as he twisted and pulled a double handful of ass flesh from his path. She gulped when the thick shaft of his cock drove down to the floor of the canyon between her meaty slabs of ass. The throbbing head of his cock sought and found her puckered asshole.
Tensing as much as she could, she hoped this would keep his fucking cock away from her guts. When she felt his insistent prodding, she knew she was kidding herself. Nothing short of a complete ass fucking would satisfy this man. He wanted to bury his prick all the way up her back and nothing would stop him short of his goal.
"Loosen those bowels, baby," he urged. "Don't you want the sexy enema I'm gonna give you? Hell, it's gonna be better than anything you ever felt in your whole goddamned life. I'm gonna fuck the hell out of your butt, then fill you with my white hot jizz!"
"I hope you burn in hell for this!" she raged. She kept her muscles as tight as she could to prevent him from ramming his cock into her rectum. She felt the thick head nudging into her clenched anus and vowed to never let him up her rear passage. No matter how he ripped and tore her flesh, no matter how he spanked her, no matter how he tortured her, she wasn't going to let him fuck her asshole.
Good intentions pave the road to hell. She tried but she couldn't hold back for long. He didn't have any lubricant on his prick, but he was determined to get in. And he finally did.
She felt his cock exert more and more pressure on the tiny muscle holding her rear door closed. Gasping with pain, she tried to keep him out when she felt the muscle slowly relaxing under the intense force he was applying. The knobby head of his cock then plunged into the tight muscle and made her gasp in pain.
After that, it was easy for him to stuff his swollen prick all the way up her ass. Inch by burning inch, he fucked into her shit chute.
"You're tearing me aparrrrrt!" she screamed. She thrashed around on the table, the wood stocks banging loudly against the top. The concussion of the stocks against the table rattled her a bit and made her calm down, but she found it hard to simply relax like she had when Mr. Elliot raped her. There was no way she could drift off into a dazed trance and let this man do what he pleased with her body.
The pain kept her alert, awake, aware. It had been bad when the other man had picked her cherry, but there weren't words to describe the way Mr. Larson's huge prick ripped her apart. She knew she was bleeding to death from this painful fucking. Nothing less could produce the pain and agony racing along her spine and smashing into her brain.
Then she felt his balls banging against her cunt lips. And, to her surprise, the juices leaking from her pussy were those of excitement. She damned herself silently for responding to the brutal butt fucking. Yet she couldn't hold her body a prisoner to its desires. It seemed to have a mind of its own and took control from her at the most perverted times.
The cunt juices leaked out and onto the man's balls, only to tickle him. This spurred him on to really fuck her butt. He knew she wanted him, no matter what she said.
"You like it, don't you, sweetie?" he demanded. He had to gulp once or twice to keep his voice level. Never had he felt a shit chute this tight or flaming hot. He was sure she would melt him down to a pile of liquid prick. The heat was that intense. And the tightness of her rear passage was something to marvel at. Not once in his days of butt fucking had he found a chick with an ass this tight. And he loved it. "Go to hell," she sobbed.
"Why? I've found heaven up your asshole!" And then he began pulling out slowly. He didn't yank his prick out. Rather, the slow inch by inch retreat created an intense vacuum behind the head of his prick which made the girl think he was dragging her guts out with his cock. When he broke the vacuum at her asshole, there was a lewd noise like a loud fart which made the man laugh.
"Now that that's out, I can fill you even more with this!" He rammed forward, not taking it slow and easy this time. She shrieked in pain as he stretched her tender rectum in new and unexpected directions. Positive she was dying, she thrashed around trying to escape the punishing prick coming so fast up her spine.
Waves of red pain blanked out her mind. She couldn't begin to think of anything but the horrid feelings ripping her apart inside. Then, as her tender asshole stretched and the youthful membrane inside her ass expanded to take the girth of his mighty prick, she relaxed a little.
This wasn't as bad as it could have been. She didn't feel as if she were being ripped and torn apart any more. Sure, the full feeling remained as his prick bucked and jostled around in her rubbery tight ass, but she knew that no blood flowed from her ass. She wouldn't die from this, although the pain had made her think it was possible.
"So fucking tight, I can't believe it," the man told his partner. "I want to get the most of this, but her asshole is like a goddamn hangman's noose. It's cutting me off!"
"Shut up and keep fucking. It'll relax a bit when you start warming her guts with the friction of your fucking."
"Yeah, sure. Easy for you to say!" But the man tried to do what Mr. Elliot suggested. He pulled out and rammed back into her seething ass with an easy stroke. He jerked and pushed a bit when he buried his prick to the hilt in her bottom, then came out again more smoothly. The urgency of his need had died down a little and he was able to fuck her ass with nice, long, smooth strokes.
The girl thought she would go out of her head. The ragged, uneven fucking had been torture for her. Now the rapid strokes in and out of her ass built up the heat in her loins with a terrible ferocity. She didn't know what was worse, feeling as if she would die, or wondering if she might explode inside. In a part of her brain, she recognized that this was what all her friends had been bragging about. She knew he was butt fucking her enough to make her want to come.
The sexual tensions threatened to rip her apart inside, then she exploded with the full fury of her first come. She'd been raped and lost her virginity, she'd been whipped and tied up and now butt fucked, but the payoff had finally come. She had her very first orgasm and knew then that no matter what the man did to her, he'd paid her off.
"Christ, the bitch likes it!" Mr. Larson exclaimed. "And that asshole of hers is like a guillotine around my cock. When she came, I thought she was going to chop me off at the balls!"
His words made the girl begin to think. She might not be as helpless as it seemed on the surface. Sure, she was imprisoned in the wooden stocks with her hands and neck completely immobile. The way he spread her legs wide and kept her bent over the edge of the table insured that she couldn't possibly run away from him, even if she had the strength left, which she didn't.
But one course of action was left wide open to her. If she made him get his rocks off fast, he would have to leave her alone. No man can fuck her with a dead prick. And the best way she could think of to deflate that swollen prick of his was to play along with the butt raping.
Tensing her asshole, she clutched fiercely at the man's cock. He gasped and she relaxed the pressure enough for him to sigh. Then she really applied the full force of her ass's grip. She allowed him to shove his prick full depth up into her back before tightening up again.
"It. . . it's like I fucked into a surgeon's glove filled with boiling hot lava!" the man yelled. "I can't stand this much longer. And shit, she's massaging the entire length of my cock! She's gonna milk me of my come any second now!"
She did her best to do just that. The thick head of his prick swelled up even more under her merciless ministrations. She kept her tortured asshole working on the sides of his prick to make certain he didn't cool off. And when her entire bowels clamped down around the length of his cock, she knew she had him trapped.
Spinning her ass in a tight circle, she continued to drive her tortured rear end into the man's groin. The rough feel of hair on his upper thighs stimulated her ass in odd ways she didn't understand. The paddling she had received should have left her black and blue and tender. Instead, she was oddly turned on by it. The lightest touch made her nerves sing a song of sheer joy. She didn't try to understand it. Rather, she simply allowed the nice feelings to work their sexual magic on her body.
"I don't know how you do it, kid, but you're making my old cock feel better than it has in years. I love the way you can tense up all around my big prick!"
She didn't answer. She closed her eyes and concentrated on giving the man all the pleasure he could endure. Even though it gave her a measure of pain to tighten her asshole around his overly large cock, she did it anyway. The sooner he got his rocks off, the sooner he would go flaccid and fall out of her butt.
The rhythmic squeezing she gave his cock came in counter-tempo with the hard strokes fucking her butt. She loosened up enough for him to ram all the way up into her rectum, then gave him the full treatment. She felt the outlines of his prick against her tender, well fucked asshole. She wiggled her butt in his groin and felt like giggling when the rough, springy hairs of his upper thighs stimulated her spanked ass.
But most of all, she used her inner muscles to make the man totally aware of the tight, hot passage he was fucking so avidly. She clamped down on him with all the strength in her body, then slowly released him as his cock slid from her tortured ass.
Over and over he rammed full force into her, and over and over she gave him the sexy treatment. Then, as she rotated her ass around the impaling spike of his meaty cock, he came. She knew instantly when his prick exploded to fountain out its creamy white load. The. heat and liquid gushy feeling in her bowels was unmistakable.
She sighed and rammed her hips back into the man's groin. She wanted him to get off in a big way. Then he wouldn't bother her any more. At least, that was her theory.
When the come had ceased to spew out from his geysering cock, she felt the long, hard length begin to melt inside her. She tensed up some more and almost squirted it out of her body like she was spitting out a watermelon seed. The thick flow of his sperm and semen felt wet and gooey inside her asshole, but she didn't mind. It soothed the hurt caused by the man's frantic fucking of her back door.
Heather couldn't relax, not totally, with the wooden stocks around her neck and hands, but she felt better than she had since coming into this room. She was no longer a virgin, cunt or asshole, but she'd learned how to deal with these mother fuckers.
Or so she thought.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I got turned on in a big way watching you fuck her butt, Mike," said Mr. Elliot. "Look at me!" His prick bucked long and hard and proud from his crotch. All the while he had been watching, his hands had been busy on his prick, stroking, stimulating, getting himself hard again for another good fucking.
"You're insatiable, man," Mr. Larson said. "And I'm not. I'm beat. That ass of hers literally dragged out the final drop of my come. It's gonna be hours before I can screw again."
"Hell if it is. Look at the cunt over there. Just waiting for a real stud like you to fuck her." Mr. Elliot pointed in the direction of Lynn, still struggling against her wooden bonds and the rubber ball planted between her teeth. "I bet she's just dying to have a long, thick prick like yours rammed all the way up her cunt again."
Mr. Larson looked the girl over, then stood and went to her. Heather managed to turn and peer back over her shoulder in time to see what the man did. He took his limp prick, still oozing a bit of come, and wiggled it in Lynn's face.
"You want this, huh? Do you, cunt? Answer me!" Then he slapped her hard across the face. The resounding blow echoed throughout the room. A deep red welt appeared on the girl's suddenly pale cheek. Mr. Larson stroked his hand over her injured cheek and cooed, "Didn't mean to hit you so hard. Let me make it well."
He pulled her down to her knees and then rubbed his limp prick into her face. The tiny trail of white jizz began tracking down the imprisoned girl's face, making her appear even more wanton than she was. They were treating her like a slut, making her do things she wouldn't normally, then laughing at her. Heather knew that the same was in store for her as soon as they tired of the blonde.
"Lookit that, she likes this," said Mr. Larson. "I bet she's a real hot bush, don't you think so, Jim? Come and check it out for me."
Heather heard a rough snap, then a hiss. She smelled burning gas and managed to turn far enough around to see Mr. Elliot holding a small propane bottle in his hands. The torch had been lit and he turned the nozzle valve down until a wicked blue flame leaped from the end of the spout.
"This is sure to make her a burning hot bush, if she isn't now," he said, malice in his voice. He went to the bound and gagged girl, then toppled her over onto her back. With her hands in stocks like those holding Heather and her legs held wide apart by the two-by-four, she was completely at the man's mercy.
And mercy was something of which he had none.
He seemed to get more and more excited as the horror on the teenager's face grew when she realized what he was going to do to her. He began melting the tile on the floor between her legs, moving the leaping flame of the gas torch up slowly so that she could see where he was heading. In a few more inches, he would have the cutting flame against her sensitive cunt.
"A hot bush, huh? I'm going to make sure you're the hottest chick around. Look at her sweat, Mike. You think she's hot enough yet?"
"Nan. Keep going."
The other man was getting as much a perverted sexual thrill out of this as the principal. Mr. Elliot moved the torch even closer to her snatch. She tried to scream but the rubber ball in her mouth prevented more than trapped animal whimpering from coming out. When her pussy fur began to singe, the man actually laughed out loud. "This is fun!"
The girl's cunt smoldered from the nearness of the flame. She struggled to avoid the incinerating flame but she couldn't, not bound the way she was. She had to let the man mutilate her and couldn't even cry out in abject pain.
When the tiny flames began to dance along her pubic hair, he moved the torch away and said to Mr. Larson, "Take care of the fire. You want him to put the fire out, don't you, you dumb cunt?"
The girl's blonde head bounced vigorously up and down. It was apparent to Heather that the girl was in horrible pain. The blisters appearing on her snatch were only a small indication of what torture the man had perpetrated on her.
Mr. Larson towered over her and pulled out his limp prick, holding it in his hand. "You want the fire out, don't you? So there it goes!" And he pissed on her. When the fire was long out and only a smoldering ruin remained of her pussy fur, he continued pissing on her. He made a long, drawn out, humiliating job of it. He pissed on her cunt and then splashed a hot yellow stream between her breasts. No matter how she turned her head, she couldn't keep it from splattering into her face. And with the ball so firmly planted between her teeth, she couldn't even keep her mouth entirely closed against the piss.
Choking, the girl managed to roll over on her side just as Mr. Larson finished. He flicked off the last drip of urine and said, "There, all out now. You can thank me later when you get your voice back."
Heather was sick to her stomach. She couldn't believe men could be this depraved, yet she was seeing it with her own eyes. They had tortured her best friend, then humiliated her in a way that might drive the girl to suicide later. After being repeatedly raped and abused, Heather knew that Lynn would be thinking about putting an end to this forever.
The teenager shuddered. Heather realized then, for the first time, that it wasn't likely that Mr. Larson and the principal were going to let them live. Not with the charges they could bring against the two men. One hysterical raped girl might be discounted, but not two. And if they came forward, Heather was sure that Susan and all the others Mr. Elliot had raped in his office would be willing to testify against him.
They would be sent up for the rest of their lives. And if they weren't, enough parents would come after them to insure a quick and messy end to their worthless lives. The only course open for the two men would be to kill the girls.
That didn't perk up Heather's flagging spirits any. She had lost her cherry and been raped twice, humiliated, forced to watch her best friend being degraded utterly, and now she knew she was doomed. It no longer mattered what these two men did to her. She wouldn't come out of it alive to avenge herself.
"Where's that other kid that was with her?" asked Mr. Elliot. "I think it might have been her brother."
"She called him Mark," said Mr. Larson. "I sent him off on a wild goose chase, but the kid's probably smart enough to have figured it out by now. He's had time to get back to your office. Want me to go get him?"
"Yeah. I think it would be damned interesting to see her brother fucking her. After all, she's new at this game. We should keep it in the family as much as we can."
Mr. Larson laughed evilly, then left. Heather had never felt sicker to her stomach than now. When Mr. Elliot came over and gently stroked her hair, she flinched away from him. He didn't seem to even notice as he continued to stroke her lustrous red hair.
"I think you and that stud brother of yours will make a hell of a fine pair. Incest. You know the word, I suppose. Yeah, seeing the two of you fucking would be a real kick, knowing it's incest."
"Rot in hell, you slimy . . . " She didn't get the chance to finish her curse. He yanked back on the hair he had been so gently stroking and forced the words to die in her throat. He moved his face close to hers and said, "Don't make idle threats. Mike and I are the ones calling the shots around here. We're just using you. Remember that. You're here to give us pleasure and nothing else."
He released her head so fast she slammed her forehead into the table. She groaned and saw stars for a moment and when she recovered enough to lift her head and look around the room, she saw Mark locked in still another set of the wooden stocks.
"He was too easy, Jim. I just grabbed him from behind and he practically knocked himself out for me. So you really want the stud here to fuck his own sister?"
The words registered on Mark's dazed mind. He pulled himself upright in the wooden bonds and blurted, "Go to hell! I won't do it!"
"And how would you like us to cut your balls off with the band saw?" snapped Mr. Elliot. "We will if you don't fuck her. Besides, are you telling me she doesn't turn you on? Look at her." He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled the youth's head around to stare at his naked sister. "Look at those big tits. Luscious tits. And that ass. Flares out just like a real woman's, doesn't it? And her cunt is the tightest you'll ever hope to fuck. Don't tell me she doesn't turn you on."
"Maybe the kid's a queer," said Mr. Larson.
"No way. Look at his prick. It's getting hard. Here, lemme open his fly for him since his hands seem to be occupied." The man reached over and ran down her brother's zipper to let his long, hard prick flip out into the dim light of the work shop.
Both men laughed at Mark until he flushed a bright red. The youth stammered, "I.. . I don't want to do this, Sis. Honest! But you're so pretty and I've wanted to fuck you for a long time now."
"Listen to him confess his fantasies. Sure, kid, we'll let you ball your sister. Get him into position between hot stuffs legs. There. Now all you have to do is screw your sister cross-eyed. It's what you both want!"
Heather was flat on her back and her brother's cock wouldn't go into her pussy with both of them bound as they were. But it was only the work of a moment for Mr. Larson to pull her erect, strap her legs to a sawhorse and make her bend backwards over it. This opened her pussy wide for her brother, who was tied down on top of her.
Mr. Elliot reached between their bodies and she felt his hand grab hold of Mark's cock and guide it to her cunt hole. When he brutally stuffed the rigid prick into her cunt lips, she gasped.
"That's right, kid, enjoy it all the way. The big brother is going to give you the fucking of your life. Go to it, or you'll be sorry you didn't obey us!"
The command was too harsh for either of them to doubt he meant business. Heather bounced up and down a few times until her brother's cock was firmly lodged inside her pussy lips. She sighed and closed her eyes, then resigned herself to her fate. "Go on," she told him. "Let's get it over with."
"It's not my idea, Heather. Believe me, I wouldn't be doing this if they weren't forcing me to."
Heather opened her eyes and looked at her brother for the first time. He was just inches away from her. With her tits almost pressing into his chest and his cock prodding firmly into her cunt, this was almost a joke. She said, "Look, Mark, I've had the hots for you for some time."
"Really?" he said, stunned.
"Sure. You're so big and strong and why shouldn't a girl want to know what it's like fucking you? Don't worry. I know you wouldn't do this on your own, but since it is happening, let's show those sons of bitches a thing or two. Let's enjoy the hell out of this!"
"I'm with you!"
She felt his prick snap to even more rigid attention in her pussy. Then he leaned forward and sent his cock surging up into her almost dry pussy. The going was a bit rocky as the cock bucked and bounced along the dry walled shaft. Then she shuddered once, closed her eyes and imagined she was seducing her brother, one of her favorite fantasies.
Her cunt began to ooze out its love juices and when his prick came into her cunt a second time, it slipped easily along the velvet lined tunnel. She rubbed her tits against his chest, feeling the nipples spring up even more as she worked harder and harder to get her own body fully aroused.
He helped her by whispering, "You'll never know the times I looked at you in the shower and wanted to join you, to fuck you silly, to make love to you! My own sister!"
His prick was as rigid as an iron rod now. And he fucked her with slow, deliberate strokes intended to turn her on in a big way. It did. And the way her mind was working, she excited herself even more thinking about how she had once planned to seduce him. She was going to wait until he was already in bed. Heather didn't know if her brother slept raw or not, but in her fantasy he did. She would sneak into his room about two in the morning, pull the covers back and expose his limp, naked prick.
Then she would go to work. Her lips would close over the very tip of his prick and she would suck until her brother was hard enough for a good fucking. Then she would slither into the bed and wrap her arms around him and allow the thick rod of flesh that was his prick to enter her cunt. Still half asleep, he would mutter something and she would kiss his lips and he would begin to fuck her, slowly, gently, the way she thought it should be done.
Just like he was doing now.
She half opened her eyes and looked at her brother's face. He was still frightened just as she was, but it was apparent he was enjoying this more than either of them had thought possible. His cock drilled firmly into her cunt lips. She felt the thick knobby head spread them far apart, then plunge all the way up into her tight little fuck tunnel.
"More, Mark, give me even more of that sweet fucking cock of yours. I love the way it feels against my cunt. And my tits! They're going to explode any second." The words coming from her lips shocked her. She didn't talk like that. She was a good girl. But strangely, just voicing those words got her hotter than anything else. She wanted his prick now. She wanted him to fuck her until his prick rubbed her tonsils.
"Anything for my sweet little sister," he whispered hotly in her ear. His tongue lanced out and lightly touched the rim of her ear. That brief touch was electric for her. The girl's entire body responded. And she began to do things which she just barely understood.
Her brother gasped at the feel of her cunt along his prick. She was tensing and relaxing her cuntal muscles in just the right way to give him one hell of a stimulating massage. It felt to him as if fingers gripped the entire length of his cock and refused to let him go.
Whenever he drove into her steamy, boiling hot cunt, she was loose and relaxed. Then the tightness crept into her muscles and squeezed down powerfully on his cock. No matter how hard he tried to pull out, he was thwarted. Her cunt muscles were too strong for him. But pull he did and soon her own body betrayed her need for keeping his prick. The juices from her twat oozed all around his long cock and made it too slippery for her to hang onto much longer.
He slipped free, the head of his prick remaining between her pursed cunt lips. Then he slammed back into her. Back and forth he fucked, using the strength of his body to drive his battering ram of cock as deeply into her pussy as he could. Tied as they were to the sawhorse, it was impossible to get much leverage.
But this odd, forced fucking wasn't the way they would have liked it anyway. Still, they managed to get each other hot with their little words of encouragement and the way their bodies responded to each other's actions. He began a corkscrewing motion that drove the girl wild with lust. And she squeezed down on his prick harder than any other chick ever had.
The novelty of fucking his very own sister, plus the fact he'd been hornier than hell to begin with, took their toll on the teenager. The feel of her aroused nipples against his chest helped get him off. His prick erupted its fiery stream of jism into her greedy cunt. It was as if a mouth fastened on the end of his cock as he came.
Her pussy sucked him dry of every last drop of come locked up in his aching balls. And even when his prick began to melt and dribble from her cunt, she continued to give him the full treatment. Her pussy seemed reluctant to allow him to leave its hot interior. But when his cock shrank so small she could no longer hang onto it, he slipped free amid a flow of cunt juice and come.
"Goddamn, I don't believe the two of them fucked like that. It was like they were long time lovers or something."
"You know how these sex crazed kids are these days," said Mr. Elliot. "All the time thinking about sex. Maybe they liked the idea of brother fucking sister. Maybe they'd considered it but had been too chickenshit to ever do it. Is that it?"
He prodded Mark in the ass with the toe of his shoe. The youth didn't seem to notice. He was too busy staring into the gray depths of his sister's eyes. The love he read there more than outstripped any of the hate coming from the men.
CHAPTER SIX
"I don't think that much about watching him fuck her," said Mr. Larson. "Kinda boring, if you ask me. I'd rather fuck her myself. That kid's got one hell of a fine cunt if it's anything at all like her asshole."
"You were bored?" asked Mr. Elliot, in surprise. "I enjoy watching the incest." He rolled the word around on the end of his tongue as if it were a fine wine and he wanted to sample its fullness. He watched for the effect it had on Mark and Heather, then went on, "Of course, you might be right. It wasn't as exciting as some lezzie action might be."
"Lezzie action?" asked Mr. Larson, his eyes glowing bright and wicked. "Sure, let's let the two cunts eat each other out. I'll bet they'd enjoy it. All these high school kids are swinging both ways now. Let's see how they do it."
He went and untied Mark from on top of Heather. The girl shuddered when the cool air of the room dried the come leaking from her cunt. The caked white jism made her leg feel sticky and unclean. She wished for nothing more than lightning to strike the two men down and allow the three teenagers to go on their own way.
"We can tie them together if they don't show enough energy at eating each other's cunts," said Mr. Larson, getting excited about the prospect of watching Heather and Lynn licking the other's pussies. He moved the redhead over and flipped her around until she lay directly on top of the girl on the floor.
For a moment, Heather almost gagged as he forced her head between the blonde's legs. The stench of urine was so strong, it took all her control to keep from puking. But that would have been even more degrading for Lynn and she owed the girl something for the way she'd botched up her rescue from Mr. Elliot's office.
"Go on, lick!" came the harsh command.
She felt Lynn's tongue hesitantly explore the limits of her own cunt, then begin to lick slowly along the entire length of the sex gash. The girl shuddered at the rough, wet feeling. She knew that Lynn might have made it with other chicks-there wasn't much that Lynn hadn't done in the way of sexual experimentation. The other girl was far more liberated than Heather ever hoped to be.
But whether she had or not, they were both in this together and would have to perform for their sadistic masters. Nothing less than actual performance would please the men. And they could tell if she tried to fake eating out Lynn's cunt.
As distasteful as it was, she applied her tongue to the girl's blonde snatch. Heather instantly regretted it. The tastes assailing her tongue were horrible. Piss and burned hair were the two tastes that made her gag. But she kept licking and soon the tangy, slightly salty taste of the girl's cunt juices drove away the other, less pleasant tastes.
In face, Heather discovered she really liked the acid tang of cunt juice. She burrowed her face into the other girl's snatch and began noisily eating her out. She might as well enjoy this since neither of them would live much longer than the morning's dawn. Mr. Elliot couldn't afford to have two witnesses to his debauchery around.
Let's go out in style, thought Heather as her tongue worked the entire length of Lynn's snatch. She worried the remaining pubic hairs into tiny spires, then licked down to the girl's clit. The tiny erectile spire was actually timid and shaking when she licked it into full height. She guessed that the torch might have singed it a bit more than was apparent. After all, the clit was the girl's most sensitive organ. It would respond to pleasure and pain more than any other organ on her body.
She teased it into full erection, then spiraled her tongue down around it until she got the moan of pleasure from Lynn's lips that she had been working so hard to achieve. She knew the other girl was getting off on this cunt eating as much as she was. Then Heather could explore back farther along the blackened cunt lips.
She licked away the burned area until she was sure that all trace of charring was gone. Then she teased the edges of Lynn's cunt lips with the tip of her tongue. The girl began thrashing around on the floor, totally aroused now. Heather continued to torment her with the pink tip of her tongue, then drove down into her juicy cunt as hard and fast as she could.
Heather felt Lynn's pussy clamp down fiercely on her tongue. She hadn't thought the other teenager's cunt would be this tight. She actually held her tongue captive for a long moment, then relaxed. Heather gasped for air, then began tongue fucking the blonde with all the strength she could summon up.
It made her jaws crack from the strain, but she kept it up until she was sure that Lynn had a climax. This was all still new to her and she had to guess at the other girl's reactions. She barely had recognized the come in her own body when Mr. Larson was butt fucking her. The tenseness, the sudden flow of her cunt juices, the intense lightning bolt ripping so pleasurably through her body had been the clue.
Now she played the other teenager's twat as if it were a musical instrument. She dragged her rough, pink tongue along the pussy lips just enough to get a loud sigh from her, then drove her tongue back into the seething depths of the girl's cunt. She enjoyed the way the pussy lips seemed to flutter as she moved her tongue along their blue-tinged edges. Pressing her tongue against them, she could even feel Lynn's heart beating fiercely so far away.
But most of all, she enjoyed the feel of the other girl's tongue on her own pussy. The jism that had caked and dried on her leg quickly was laved away by the rough, wet tongue probing so far into her cunt. Lynn didn't miss a single spot as she worked on the velvety insides of Heather's thighs and then moved slowly to her pussy.
The sensations generated in her young, untried body were fantastic. Never had Heather thought another woman could turn her on this much. But Lynn knew all the right places to touch lightly, to press heavily, to gently stimulate, to powerfully excite. After all, she was an experienced woman and knew what turned her on. It was only right that she use that knowledge to give her friend as much of a tongue lashing as possible.
"Ummmm, oh Lynn, it feels so good, your tongue feels so gooood in my poor little cunny!" she moaned out. She wanted more of this mouth love. It was good getting a prick shoved into her. She had enjoyed it, when her brother had incestuously fucked her, but this was a different sensation altogether.
Heather couldn't describe the way she felt. The light tingly feeling seemed to leap and race along her nerves as Lynn's tongue delighted her in new and different ways. She worked along the girl's snatch from the front to the back, not missing a single spot.
The feathery touches against the girl's clit sent her soaring into a sexual wonderland she hadn't thought possible. When the tongue roughly intruded all the way up into her cunt, it licked out all the wet jizz accumulating there from all the times she'd gotten fucked in the past couple hours. The way Lynn even pursed her lips around the swollen cunt lips and sucked made Heather sure she was going to come at any instant.
Lynn wasn't satisfied with simply sucking on her friend's pussy. She began to tongue fuck her with slow, rhythmic strokes just as if a man's prick were doing the job. Heather gasped, then tensed up. She could hardly control her rampaging emotions now. The feelings building in her trim young body were too much for her.
She came.
The flood of her cunt juices was quickly sucked up by the other girl's avid mouth. The tongue washed and licked and moved all over her cunt hole until Heather came again. This wasn't the same type of come she'd experienced when Mr. Larson butt fucked her or when her brother had screwed her. The sensations seemed the same, but there was a subtle difference.
She knew that it was another woman sucking on her cunt, licking her clit, making her jump through a hoop sexually. That made all the difference to her. Heather tried to control her body but it had a mind of its own. She was being controlled by a single tongue-and she loved it!
"More, Lynn, give me more!" she demanded.
"Yeah," came Mr. Elliot's cold voice. "Give her all the mouth love you can. We enjoy watching this lesbian stuff."
"I sure do," added Mr. Larson. "I always wondered if it was better for them when they got eaten out by another woman. What do you think? It sure looks like they're enjoying the hell out of it."
"These over-sexed bitches would like it if a dog was doing the licking. Know where we can get a dog to eat them out?"
The men laughed. For a moment, Heather stiffened, afraid they might actually find a dog to sniff around her cunt and lick it. Then she decided the hell with them. They'd do what they wanted to their captives. She was going to grab as much enjoyment as she could from their crude forced sexual experiments. After all, she was still close to being a virgin. She'd had her first come, had her cherry popped, been fucked up the ass, been incestuously fucked by her very own brother and was now being eaten out by her best friend in an act of lesbian lovemaking she considered horrifying.
Still, it wasn't that bad. What difference did it really make whose tongue it was inside her, moving slowly, surely, stimulating her to another climax? She couldn't tell the difference. It could as easily have been her brother's tongue working on her clit and tongue fucking her. Or the dog's that the two men talked about.
She knew she was getting more and more excited over it. That was all that could possibly matter to her. She was firmly imprisoned in the wooden stocks, her head and hands firmly locked up so that she couldn't possibly escape. Why not enjoy all this?
Heather looked down and saw the lewdly grinning cunt of her best friend just inches away from her mouth. She'd been so engrossed in thinking about her own pleasures, she had been neglecting Lynn's pussy. That wouldn't do. She should give the other girl at least as much enjoyment as she was getting.
The teenager applied her mouth to the cunt with a new gusto. She wanted to give pleasure now, and from the clues given her by Lynn's eager mouth moving all over her snatch, she thought she knew how to do it. Heather wondered why she had remained ignorant for so many years about her own body. It had seemed almost sacrilegious to touch herself. Sure, she'd masturbated a few times when the pressures got too much for her, but those times had been few and far between. Mostly, she had thought that anything sexual was somehow dirty and forbidden.
If nothing else, she had learned differently from this forced sexual encounter masterminded by Mr. Elliot. She knew now what she had been missing. Her only regrets were that she hadn't lost her cherry a lot earlier-and that it had been done by her brother, Mark. She knew him now to be a kind and gentle person, and one hell of a fine stud. His prick moving inside her juiced up cunt had been one of the finest things ever to happen to her.
He cared. He wanted her to have the best. And she guessed that he was good enough in the sack to furnish it to her under most circumstances. But she had been too hung up about sex to do anything before they were forced to fuck together.
"Look at 'em gobble up that pussy. God, I envy those cunts," said one of the men. Heather didn't even try to figure out which one it was. In her mind, they were about the same now.
"It's making me damned horny. Shit, look at my prick! It's bouncing around and feeling lonely. Left out in the cold, it is. I want to sink it into nice, warm cunt."
"Mine is about the same, Jim. What say we pick one of them and fuck her?"
"In a few minutes. I want to watch them eat each other. It turns me on even more than the other stuff."
Heather felt mildly annoyed by the fact that they enjoyed watching her eating out Lynn's cunt more than they did fucking her, but she pushed it from her mind. She was finding brand new territory that seemed to excite Lynn more than anything else she'd done before. Heather dragged her tongue from the tiny clit back along the pursed, pinkly scalloped pussy lips, then along the perineum until she got to the tiny asshole.
She didn't know what made her do this sick, perverted thing. She actually tried stuffing her tongue all the way up the other teenager's asshole. At first, the tightly puckered anus refused to give one inch. But the girl kept working on it until it began to relax a little.
Then her tongue surged up all the way into Lynn's rectum. She'd never put her tongue into such a tight, hot place before. She felt powerful muscles clamping down around her tongue. For a moment, she almost gagged, but then she decided this was too much fun. She started running her tongue in and out of the other girl's shit chute.
The way Lynn's legs clamped firmly down on the sides of her head and made her both deaf and blind told Heather that she'd found the trigger for Lynn's orgasm. The girl rocked and bucked and groaned out her joy. And her tongue shot into Heather's pussy so fast that she felt the stirring of another come of her own.
Friction actually burned away some of her cunt juices. That tongue reaming out her cunt flew fast and furious. She smiled a little and returned the favor by tongue fucking Lynn's ass even harder. The muscle relaxed a bit more and she drove her tongue all the way in. Her jaws cracking from the strain, Heather drilled in and out of the wide open asshole until Lynn came again.
"Shit, man, I don't believe it," she heard as soon as Lynn's satiny soft thighs left her ears. "She actually stuffed her tongue all the way up the kid's asshole. And here we thought she was some sort of naive virgin."
"She was a virgin, I tell you. I popped her cherry. I couldn't mistake something like that."
"Maybe she had a transplant or something. They're doing some freaky medical stuff these days."
"Not that."
Heather was perversely happy at hearing the man's words. He couldn't believe she was really a virgin. She'd learned fast. She'd had to, being forced to do things far beyond her years. Liking what she was doing helped, but her attitude of "to hell with them all" helped even more. She wanted to learn what she'd been missing all those celibate years, and she was doing it.
She didn't care for the stocks holding her a prisoner, but everything else-except the rape-had been fun. Eating out Lynn was pleasurable. The taste of pussy excited her more than she'd ever thought it would. Somehow, it didn't seem wrong for two women to make love to each other. Eating pussy seemed normal.
And fucking her own brother didn't seem so wrong, either. Why should incest carry such a strong emotional penalty in society? She didn't know. It had been fun and she looked forward to fucking with him again, in more sedate settings.
Heather wondered, though, if she would live that long. The two men were obviously intent on killing all three of them when they'd had their fun. It was up to her to make sure that their fun lasted as long as possible. She shivered and rolled off Lynn, to stare up into Mr. Elliot's erection bobbing over her face.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Damn, but you made me horny," Mr. Elliot said again, peering down at Heather. "What magic have you got, sweetie, to make me get my prick ready to fuck again so fast?"
"She's a witch," observed Mr. Larson. "Or maybe just a bitch. I can't believe she was really a virgin before this all started. I think you lied to me to make me envious of you."
"She was a goddamn, fuckable virgin, I tell you. What the hell? Does it really matter? We've got her again, right? So let's use her. Both of us at the same time."
Mr. Larson licked his lips as he looked at Heather's prone body. He couldn't believe anyone could be so damned attractive. The young girl's tits rose and fell heavily, shaking just enough to send shivers throughout her boobs. The tops were crested with cherry-bright nipples, erect and begging to be popped into his mouth.
But this was only part of the young girl's attraction for him. Idly, he stroked up and down the length of his prick. Shuddery feelings arched down into his groin and reinforced his desire to drive his prick all the way into her gooey cunt. Everything about her made his heart beat faster, his pulse come stronger.
The tits were nice, sure, but that was only part of it. She had a trim, flat belly with a deep depression in the center. He wanted to run his tongue all the way across her boobs, into the deep canyon between them and finally down to her navel. That deep depression looked big enough to fuck, but it would suffice for his tongue. The corn silk fine hair on her belly grew into curly red fur covering her pussy mound.
It wasn't that carroty colored hair, either. This was coppery and ever so much more seductive for him. The triangular patch of her cunt patch pointed directly down between her legs to her pussy lips. He licked his lips again when he saw the tiny dew drops of spit in her pubic hair.
They gleamed like tiny rainbows. And mixed in with them, he knew, had to be her own love juices. She was a hot bush and didn't try to conceal it. It was impossible to believe any chick who ate pussy like this had been a virgin. And the way she and her brother had fucked didn't show she'd been a virgin, either.
Still. . .
Evidence pointed to her naive behavior. And she hadn't been used to getting a long, hard fuck stick up the ass. Mr. Larson would swear to that. He stroked his prick a few more times remembering what it had been like to butt fuck her. Heaven. Sheer heaven, and he wanted to do it again.
"Both at the same time?" he asked, in a voice that carried his eagerness to his friend. "I like the idea. How's it work?"
"I'll fuck her up the cunt and you can have her back door again. Unless you want to switch off," Mr. Elliot said, rubbing his own prick in anticipation of fucking the nubile young girl.
"It doesn't really matter to me. After all, she's firmly tied up in those goddamned stocks. She's not going anywhere. We can do both before the night's over. But how about letting me fuck her pussy? You seemed to be the only one to get a piece of that action."
"Just me and her brother," the man said, grinning lewdly at the captive teenager. "You like me better than your brother, kid?"
"Go to hell," was all she said.
"Such language," Mr. Elliot observed. "I think we're going to have to teach her good.
"Leave her alone!" flared Mark, struggling to sit up in his stocks. They had fastened him firmly to the table leg and he was hard pressed to be able to move in this position.
"My, my, listen to big brother wanting to protect baby sister. Should we let him join in, too? Maybe she can suck him off while we're fucking her together."
"Naw, too complicated. Besides, we've got to stand her up. No way of getting his prick to her mouth. He's not that big."
"He's just better than you two are," said Heather in a quiet, yet penetrating, voice. "He's a lot better man than you'll ever be!"
"We're gonna have to show the kid how wrong she is. Up you go, sweetie," said Mr. Elliot, pulling Heather to a standing position. "Now just cooperate with us and spread those pretty legs of yours. Yeah, just like that. You could be a pro, you learn so fast."
"I know a lot of guys who'd pay big money to get the chance to fuck her. Hell, we could shave her snatch and make her look just like a little girl. She don't fuck like a little girl, but that'd be part of the thrill. We could make a fucking fortune!"
"I'd rather keep her for myself," said Mr. Elliot. "I'm greedy. And I've got all the money I need but not all the cunt I can use."
"Keep those legs spread wide," ordered Mr. Larson, running his hands along the insides of her thighs. Heather shuddered at his touch. It was as if a slimy thing were crawling toward her snatch. But she kept from shivering too much, even though she was still completely naked in the air-conditioned room. The warmth creeping into her belly from her cunt kept her constantly poised at the brink of orgasm in a way she didn't understand.
He stroked across the smooth curves of her ass and she imagined she could still feel the warmth from when he had spanked her with the paddle. The way her ass felt was so deliciously sinful that she wanted him to fuck her. The thought repelled her but she still wanted that huge, purple knobbed cock driven all the way up into her cunt.
His hands gripped down with fierce intensity as he pulled her forward toward him. She staggered a little, then gasped as he moved under her. His hands on her behind kept her from dodging to either side to avoid him. When he straightened his legs, his prick shot upward and sought her cunt like some heat-seeking missile.
"God, oh sweet Jesus God, you're too biiiig!" she groaned. She wanted to reach down and shove the man away but with her hands and head in the crude wood stocks, she couldn't do it. She had to endure the feel of the thick head of his prick driving into her pussy lips.
The blunted head poked and prodded, then wiggled its way into her cunt. She thought she might faint at the entry. He was a lot bigger than Mr. Elliot. She knew that he would rip and tear her cunt apart when he. shoved so fast and hard into her. But she was young and her cunt stretched to take him. And, in spite of herself, she felt arousal. Her excitement mounted as the big, meaty prick pulsed violently inside her twat.
The juices began to flow again and soon had lubricated his fuck stick thoroughly. This didn't make the prick any less easy for her to take. If anything, it caused the cock to swell inside her tiny cunt channel. She didn't fully understand how a man could be aroused, then fuck into her cunt, and grow even more. But Mr. Larson did just that.
"Shit, you're right, Jim! This is the tightest, hottest, clutchingest cunt I ever felt. She's gotta be a virgin like you said!"
"I'm never wrong about things like that," boasted Mr. Elliot. "Now, if you'll please take your fucking hands off her ass and let me have some, I'll join you."
The words fell on her numbed ears. She'd hardly believed they were serious about wanting to both fuck her at the same time. One up her cunt like this standing up was all right. She could handle that, after a fashion. All this fucking was still new and different to her, but she knew the limits, of her body. It wouldn't be possible for her to take another cock up her ass.
"Please," she pleaded with the men, "don't do this to me. You'll hurt me baaaaad! I. . . aaaaa-ieeeeeee!"
She would have fainted if it had been possible. The pain as Mr. Elliot drove his unlubricated prick into her asshole kept her from passing out. And she couldn't hope to avoid that probing cock. Not with Mr. Larson fucking her cunt and the stocks holding her head and arms stationary. She could only stand there, legs spread wide, and take whatever punishment he wanted to give her.
Heather knew she would die. That was all she could do. The bulging head of his swollen prick plunged into her asshole and took her completely by surprise. His hands had pulled apart the doughy globes of her ass, sure, and she had thought he was only surveying her anus. She hadn't expected such a quick fucking.
He drove directly against the puckered asshole and didn't slow down as he surged all the way into her bowels. One second, she had a cock up her cunt and nothing else. The next two pricks rested inside her, separated by only her thin inner membrane.
The pain pulled a red curtain over her eyes. She moaned and twisted and tried to avoid the punishment being meted out to her. It wasn't possible. She was their captive, their sex slave, and she would have to do whatever they wanted.
"I didn't think it would be this good," muttered Mr. Larson. "Christ, I can feel your prick through her insides!"
"Yeah, I can feel yours, too. It's dancing around like it's got a hot foot."
"Might as well have. Shit, she's hot inside. And the way she grips down on a guy's prick is enough to make me want to shoot my wad right now. I feel like some teenaged kid getting his first piece of ass. But I can hang on for a while. She's not that good."
Heather moaned softly, wondering when she was going to die from this dual fucking. It had better be soon because she wasn't sure she could take much more pain. The way her asshole screamed in agony, she knew it would do her in quickly. Bending forward slightly and shoving her ass backwards relieved some of the pain but it also drove the man's prick all the way up into her bowels.
"Like it, I like it a helluva lot!" Mr. Elliot cried. "She wants me to really fuck her ass. Look at the way she's moving."
"Yeah, she's letting my prick slip out of her cunt. I don't like that one little bit."
"Let's work together on this. I'll pull out as you fuck into her pussy. Then as you're pulling out of her cunt, I'll fuck her ass but good. That should give the little girl a first rate sex education!"
"Go to it, man! I can't hold out too long in this seething pit!"
Mr. Elliot began to pull his prick from her ass. Heather hadn't really understood what the men were saying. Her head throbbed unmercifully and her temples boomed like drums, to the tempo of her pulse. All she really understood was that the pain in her ass was going away as the man pulled his prick from her asshole. When only the thick head of his prick remained in the circle of her anal sphincter, she sobbed out, "Thank you, oh, thank you for doing . . . aieeeeeee!"
Mr. Larson straightened his legs and shot his prick all the way up into her open cunt. The lewd smucking noise as his cock surged into her empty pussy filled the air. Then he giggled a little as the thick oily love sauce trickled around the plug of his cock and dripped off the bottom of his balls. He twisted from side to side to work his prick around inside her pussy, then pulled it out slowly.
She thought she would lose her mind when he did that. The pain from her well-fucked butt continued, but the suction inside her cunt, behind the thick plug of his prick, threatened to pull her guts out with it. The huge cock was like a piston moving in a well-oiled channel. As he broke the vacuum he'd formed, there was an obscene noise. Both men laughed. And Heather felt like dying.
She had not one instant to rest, however. The battering ram of cock poised at her back door entered her again, this time without the surge of speed he'd used the first time. She felt her inner membrane being spread around but the pain wasn't as intense. She could bear this-a little. When the entire length of his prick rested in her rectum, she breathed a sigh of relief.
It wasn't as bad in her as it was going in. And she'd discovered if she bent forward slightly and shoved her ass backwards into the curve of his groin, the pain died almost entirely. She hated playing along with Mr. Elliot while he raped her ass again, but minimizing the pain was all the young teenager could think about.
Then he was pulling out. She started to straighten up and found her pussy being filled with long, throbbingly virile prick. They wouldn't leave her alone for an instant. One of them was constantly inside her body, either up her ass or up her cunt. She wanted to cry, to moan, to tell them to go fuck each other, anything!
But the words were tangled up in her throat. She couldn't mouth the threats and curses. All she could do was ride with the tides of passion in her nubile body. Even her tits seemed to conspire against her. As her heart hammered faster and faster, it filled her large tits to overflowing with agitated blood. This made her nipples spring to attention and when they rubbed against Mr. Larson's chest, she thought they would be pulled off her body.
Everything worked against her. She hurt all over and the fucking which should have stimulated her hurt-bad. Her cunt was still too freshly visited by prick. The agony of losing her cherry hadn't died out entirely yet. She was stiff and sore from being placed in the stocks. And her ass! It burned as if a million fire ants had invaded it. The butt fucking was taking its toll on her stamina. Soon, she would collapse and never be able to get up again.
But the men didn't care. They were using her as a toy to play with. She provided them nothing more than convenient receptacles to stuff their pricks. Mr. Larson's cock reamed out her cunt repeatedly. He loved the feel of the fresh, young flesh all around his cock. And Mr. Elliot's prick drove relentlessly into her well-fucked ass. The curves of her buttocks filled him with joy. He could stand there fucking her all night just to enjoy the feel of her ass rubbing against his crotch.
"Leave me alone! Stop it! Stop it!" she bellowed, tears running down her face. She wanted to wipe them away but couldn't. Her wrists were chaffed and rubbed raw against the wood stocks and the ring around her neck was actually choking her now. It was probably more psychological than anything else, but she knew she was a prisoner and totally at these evil men's mercy. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't avoid them and their driving, probing fucking cocks.
"The kid wants us to stop. I don't want to stop. Do you, Jim?"
"Jesus H. Christ! What a thing to say. The way her ass is gripping down on my cock, I don't think she wants me to leave. The way she's trying to hang onto my pecker says just about the opposite."
"Yeah," said Mr. Larson, "I've heard about that. A chick who's getting fucked will say just the opposite of what she really wants. Sounds screwy to me but that is the way it looks. Let's really fuck her good!"
"NOW!"
Heather might have passed out from the pain then. She never knew afterwards because when she next knew what was happening, both men were poling hard and fast into her cunt and asshole at the same time. The thick, punishing cocks threatened to really rip her apart. Her cunt walls and rectum were expanded to the maximum and still she felt filled to overflowing by their pricks.
They drove their cocks into her body at the same time and she could feel them meet and touch through her thin inner membrane. She wondered what sort of a sick thrill the men got out of this. Their cocks touching, it was a mutual stimulation.
"You filthy cocksuckers!" she cried. "Are you enjoying playing with each other's prick like that? What are you, queers?"
If the men heard, they paid no attention. Their full efforts went into the fucking. They were panting harshly, and Heather could feel their fiery breaths on her back and on her naked tits. She closed her eyes and tried to flow with the pleasure and ignore the pain they were giving her. It wasn't easy but she finally managed to do it. She seemed to achieve a sort of numbness throughout her body that allowed her to select the pleasure and exclude the pain and agony.
Tiny fingers of sensation worked her cunt over. They teased and pulled at the skin around her snatch until she was panting as hard as either of the men. Her clit begged for attention. She tried to reach down and touch that sensitive little organ, but she couldn't do it. Her hands were too firmly fastened by the stock.
Still, the way Mr. Larson's pubic hair worked against her clit was enough to give the girl a thrill. She concentrated on the way his thick, swollen prick drove into her softly yielding cunt. The pleasure mounted. The cock burned its way down the entire length of her cunt, making the walls quiver with the friction of the fucking. She came.
And she came again when she felt the way Mr. Elliot's prick drove into her asshole. She never had thought of her ass as an erogenous zone, but it was. And he was proving it to her. The hurt had just about gone, leaving only the thrill of having his mighty prick shoved up her behind. All her nerves sang the same tune now. And she came again. And again and again like a human machine gun going off.
Her shuddering body took its toll on the men's pricks. Her cunt clamped down firmly on the cock fucking it. When she felt the thick goo of the man's jism searing her cunt walls, she came one more time. As she was coasting down from her sexual high, she felt her ass being filled with burning hot jizz from Mr. Elliot's exploding cock. This wasn't enough to get her off again, but it still gave her a joyous shock that rattled her teeth.
When both men's pricks fell from her body, she collapsed between them, exhausted. She didn't think she would ever be able to fuck again. Her cunt ached. Her asshole was sore. Her tits felt neglected. And her head ached unmercifully. Never had the young girl felt so miserable.
"Some fuck," said Mr. Elliot.
"Yeah. I just wish I could do it some more," said Mr. Larson.
"We can always watch . . . "
Heather cried openly. They weren't going to let her alone. Ever.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Leave her the fuck alone!" raged Mark, still struggling to sit upright near the table. "Do what you want to me, but leave my sister alone. You have no right!"
"Hear that, Jim, we don't have any right." Spinning and facing Mark, Mr. Larson snarled, "Let me give you a little education, kid. Right is determined entirely by who's the strongest. Might makes right, it always has, it always will. Whoever is the strongest can do whatever the hell they want. Look around you and tell me it isn't so. All those pantywaists running the government are giving in to every two-bit dictator in he world. Some greaser dictator in South America snaps his fingers and we jump through a hoop. And who's the strongest! Pah! It doesn't do a damned bit of good unless you use that strength."
"He's right," said Mr. Elliot. "And in this case, he and I are the strongest. And unlike the government, we don't hesitate to use our might to do what we want. You are nothing. We hold all the cards in this little game. Don't talk to me about not having any right."
"Just because you're stronger doesn't mean you can make us do anything you want!"
"That's not very logical, unless we're to guess that you want to sit around in the middle of the wood shop stark naked, in stocks watching your sister being raped. We do what we like and that's it, kid. I'm so sick of the school board telling me I have to mollycoddle you kids. You think you can run the whole damned school because some pointy headed liberals run the school board. You're wrong, dead wrong."
At the last words, Heather cried even louder. She knew they were doomed but to hear the words was even worse than just thinking them. It brought that event just a bit closer.
"Want to make the kid fuck his sister again?"
"No, I don't think that's the right thing to do. He enjoyed it and so did she. I wonder if the kid's ever gotten into our hot blonde's pants?"
"Now's the time to give him the chance. But hell, just fucking her is no good. There's got to be something more to it, otherwise it'll be just like a vacation for them. These teenagers fuck all the time, you know."
"Yeah, but not while she's sitting in the middle of a pile of sawdust." Mr. Elliot lifted Lynn up without appearing to strain himself one bit and planted her naked ass in the middle of a pile of sawdust on the work table. "As soon as she gets to wiggling around on that, it will cut into her butt and make her feel every stroke of his cock."
Mr. Larson grinned evilly and hoisted Mark up to his feet. "There she is, kid. Go to it. Fuck her until her ass is completely raw!"
Mark's eyes grew wider as he saw Lynn struggling around the table, already itching and hurting from the sawdust in which she sat. The juices leaking from her cunt made the sawdust stick to her pussy until he could hardly tell where her pussy lips were.
"Get to it!" Mr. Elliot shoved Mark into the vee between Lynn's legs. His prick rested lightly just inches away from her sawdust covered pussy. He tried to back away, but a calloused hand held him in position. "I guess we're going to have to make sure he does a good job. Shit, these kids aren't the fuckers I thought they were. Where's that strand of barbed wire?"
Mark tried to turn and get away, but he found himself trapped in the ring of Lynn's legs. And in a split second, Mr. Elliot had tied the girl's ankles together with the barbed wire. If he tried to escape he would cut himself on the wicked barbs. K
"Well, kid, don't look at us. The sooner you fuck her, the sooner we take the barbed wire hobbles off her."
"Lynn," Mark said softly, "I've wanted to fuck you for years and years, but I didn't want it to be like this, Honest!"
"I know, Mark," she answered, "and it's all right. We'll show them. Make it the best you can do. Let's enjoy the hell out of it and show those stinking bastards!"
He moved a bit closer and she scooted to the edge of the table, a look of agony on her face. Still, she spread her legs a bit wider for him to get his prick into position. Rocking back on the table made her cunt lips grin lewdly and open pinkly for his prick.
"Are you ready?" he asked. Seeing her blonde head shake yes, he hunched forward and stabbed out with his prick. He groaned as his cockhead missed his target to go skittering down the length of her gash. The sawdust grated and made his prick raw and sensitive, but he knew he wasn't feeling it as much as the girl. With her butt being ground into the stuff, she must be in almost constant pain.
He wiggled back into position and felt his prick slip into the outer chamber of her cunt. The heat seethed out and made his prick come even more alive than it already was. He loved the way Lynn looked, could have fucked her forever in other circumstances. Now it bothered the youth that every time he drove his prick into her tight cunt that it gave her pain from the sawdust under her ass.
The sight of her tits rising and falling, though, kept his cock nice and stiff. No one could lose an erection with such a sight spread out in front of him. The boobs weren't big like his sister's, but they were more than a mouthful. The tiny coppery disks of her aureoles throbbed visibly and her nipples sprang erect as soon as his prick teased her cunt lips a little. He could see the vein in her neck pulse and beat in tempo with her heart and he wanted dearly to bend forward and kiss her.
The way they were put into the stocks prevented that, so the youth had to settle for lightly licking her nipples. The girl groaned and arched her back. This shot her cunt down around his prick. He suddenly found himself buried balls deep in her agitated pussy.
"Ummmm, Mark, you're so big in me! I love it! Fuck me good! Let me have all that great big swollen prick!"
"But the sawdust! It's chewing up your ass!"
"Fuck the sawdust! I want you to fuck my poor little cunny but good! Give me all the cock I can take. Rob those bastards of their pleasure at seeing us in pain. Make us both feel good, damned goooooood!"
Mark could only do as the blonde wanted. He felt her tight pussy clutching at his cock. He wondered at her muscle control and if she might not be taking ballet lessons. He'd gone with one chick who had fantastic control over her stomach muscles and could fuck all night long and never end up with a loose floppy cunt. She'd been a dancer and it had hurt Mark a great deal when she dumped him for another guy.
Lynn's pussy made him forget all about past girlfriends, though. Nothing existed in the entire world but her tight cunt and clutching legs. The softness of her upper thighs pressed in on both sides of his waist. Every now and then he felt the barbed wire tied around her ankles cut into his own ass as a reminder that this wasn't all fun and games. The two men who'd put them in this position were watching, laughing, urging them to fuck faster.
"You're so big in me," cooed Lynn. "Fuck me good and make me forget all about the way my butt feels!"
He looked down and felt something that was more than pure lust for the blonde. She was enduring a lot just to get his prick shoved into her cunt. The least he could do was give her all the enjoyment he could. He'd have to fuck her the best he'd ever done, and do it under adverse conditions. The youth wasn't used to fucking with a lot of spectators. Exhibitionism wasn't his thing.
And even worse, his very own sister was being forced to watch while he put it to her best friend. Then all thoughts of the men watching were driven from his mind by the way Lynn's pussy tightened around his cock. He gasped, wondering if it were possible for her to entirely flatten his prick. The teenager decided it wasn't likely and began the slow back and forth fucking demanded by the situation.
"Ummm, yes, yes!" she cried. "That's it! But faster! Fuck my cunt even faster! I need it to take my mind off . . . everything!"
He knew Lynn spoke the truth. He could see the skin of her ass turning redder and redder as he fucked back and forth in her cunt. Each time he drilled into her pussy, she slipped just a little bit on the table top. The sawdust felt soft until it was rubbed into the skin. Then it became worse than salt. Millions of tiny little splinters seeking out her most sensitive flesh, the sawdust was a diabolical torture.
"Gonna go faster!" he said. He began fucking her with short, quick strokes designed to burn away all the cunt juices flowing. The friction of the youth's cock against her velvety pussy walls mounted rapidly. He felt the flow of her muscles as she alternately squeezed down and then relaxed her belly.
"Look at 'em go," said Mr. Elliot. "I wouldn't have believed they could make it like that. Just goes to show how inventive these young fuckers are these days."
Heather had to speak up. "Why are you doing this to us? Can't you get your kicks in any other way? This is sick! Sick! Forcing people to do your will is . . . " She never finished because Mr. Larson came over to her and stuffed his limp prick into her mouth.
"If you can't think of anything better to do with your mouth, then suck on it!" he commanded. "Use that wagging tongue to better advantage. And if you try to bite me, you're going to regret it. And so will they!"
Heather's frightened eyes looked past the man's body to where her brother rapidly fucked Lynn's pussy. She could see every detail of that forced lovemaking. Her brother's long prick vanished between the sawdust covered pink pussy lips, only to reappear, coated with the girl's inner fuck oils.
Every time he rammed balls deep into her softly yielding pussy, Lynn scooted back a ways on the table. The insidious sawdust was slowly chewing her ass to hamburger. If they kept it up much longer, the girl was going to be permanently disfigured.
But the two men didn't seem to have any objection to that. All they wanted was that feeling of power over the teenagers. They commanded and were obeyed. They looked for nothing more than this.
"Suck on it, I said," commanded Mr. Larson. "I like the feel of a girl's tongue all over the end of my pecker. Give me head." The words fell like lead weights on the girl in the wooden stocks. She couldn't disobey him, not while her best friend and her brother were both under his power.
She sucked.
This was something pretty new to the girl, also. At first, she thought it would be totally disgusting, but she found out differently. By looking at her brother and imagining it was his prick in her mouth, she found new inspiration.
Her tongue worked all around the glans, then toyed with the tiny flap of skin dangling down under the cleft head. The man was moaning in pleasure now so she knew she was doing the right thing. But he'd told her to suck. So she applied a little bit of suction to see how that would be greeted.
His prick throbbed under her tongue, then began to stiffen. She knew it was the right thing to do. Sucking until her cheeks went hollow, she gave him the best head she could. Inexperience didn't seem to matter a lot to the man because his prick rose up like a phoenix from its ashes until it was long and fully erect. The hard-on even throbbed and danced around inside her mouth.
Heather blinked her eyes and tossed her head a little to get the red hair out of her eyes so she could see her brother better. He was still fucking Lynn with the short, quick strokes designed to get the girl off fast. Lynn's legs tensed around his trim body and the barbed wire actually cut into her brother's back.
He seemed to be oblivious to it. The watching teenager guessed he was too excited by the prospect of having the sexy blonde's cunt wrapped all around his prick. And she would have been right.
The youth was panting loudly now, his breath coming in harsh gusts. His cock was actually expanding against the tightness of the girl's pussy as he fucked fast and furious into her. "I.. . I can't hold it back any more. My balls are going to erupt!"
"Go on, Mark, go on and come!" the girl cried out. "My pussy is on fire now! I'll be okay!"
Then his back arched and he drove his cock into her cunt until he was balls deep in her. His meaty, swollen cock blasted out its creamy load of come as he whitewashed her pussy.
Lynn gasped, then crushed his body with her legs. She held him tightly all the while he came. Then her own body convulsed with the passionate grip of orgasm. She rocked and twisted and cried as the ice and iron sensation blasted through her.
When she relaxed, she was openly crying. "My ass, my poor ass!"
Mark turned a bit and then pulled her away from the spot on the table where her butt had rested. Mixed in with the sawdust were equal measures of sweat, cunt juice and blood. Her entire ass had been ripped and torn and shredded until it bled.
Seeing this, both men whooped loudly, laughing at the blonde's predicament. Heather wanted to comfort Lynn but all she could do was continue sucking on Mr. Larson's prick.
It was what he had ordered and she was in no position to stop until he told her to do so.
CHAPTER NINE
"Hey, don't let her suck you off," came Mr. Elliot's harsh command. "I got other plans for that sweet little virgin cocksucker."
"Fuck off," said Mr. Larson. "All the time you don't want me to have any fun. Let her suck as long as she wants. It's an educational experience for her. A learning device, as we teachers say."
He bounced his prick under Heather's nose so that the rubbery tip bounced across her face. Her lips quivered slightly as they strained to reach the man's cock. Even though she was tightly bound up in the wood stock, she had a little movement of her head from side to side. She used it to capture his cock and suck on it again.
She hated herself for what she considered weakness. Something drove her on, though. Heather had to suck on his prick as she'd been told to do. The male musk odor was strong in her nostrils and the taste was driving her out of her mind. The girl didn't understand what this strange aphrodisiac was. All she knew was her own body's reactions.
Her cunt was beginning to sluggishly flow, just at the thought of sucking on Mr. Larson's big prick. She tolerated the itchy feeling deep inside because her hands were fastened so that she couldn't hope to reach her pussy and finger fuck herself.
"What do you want to do with her?" asked Mr. Larson. "I'm happy letting her suck on my cock. She's giving head like a pro now." Looking down at the teenager fastened in the wood stocks, he asked, "You're not a pro, are you? Naw, a virgin cunt like you wouldn't know the first thing about giving a man a real blow job. So how is it you learn so fast? Maybe you're naturally horny."
Heather's hearing was impaired by the fact that the blood was rushing harder through her head now. Her temples throbbed unmercifully and the way her pulse boomed, it sounded more like the ocean's surf than anything else. She couldn't understand her lust for his prick. He was forcing her to suck on his meaty prick. Forcing her!
She should have felt revolted-and she did. Sort of. The girl was too confused to really understand what she felt. She wanted to suck cock, but to admit to that openly, even to herself, would have been admitting that her entire life had been wasted. She had been saving her virginity for nothing.
Being forced to give the shop teacher a blow job was something she secretly wanted to do, but could now disclaim any responsibility for. He forced her to do it. He forced her! And she could eat his entire prick with all the lust boiling up from inside her passionate young body.
Heather could experience what all her friends had been enjoying for years and it wasn't her fault. Not at all. She could enjoy it because she was free of any guilt concerning it. All the guilt laid directly on those two men's shoulders. They were rapists, they took advantage of naive young girls and fucked them up the cunt or ass without any moral compunction. They were evil.
And the girl loved them as much as she hated them for what they were doing to her.
"Shit, she sucks better than my wife does."
"Your wife won't even touch your prick, much less suck on it, you dumb bastard," said Mr. Elliot, jokingly.
"How'd you know that?" snapped back the other man. "You haven't been knocking a piece off on the side, have you? You and my old lady aren't fucking around behind my back?"
"Cool it, man. I didn't mean anything by it. Let's forget all that and see what we can do with our prime piece of ass there. Miss Cherry Cunt has got to be aching now. I'll bet she wants something big and round and hard stuffed back up her pussy.
Don't you, sweetie?"
Heather flinched away from the principal as he lightly touched her face. She loathed the man. She wanted to see him burn in hell for what he'd done to her. "Leave me alone!"
"Oh, we couldn't do that. It wouldn't be right. Help me get her up onto the lathe." Together, the men easily lifted her naked body and placed her on the lathe, her legs on either side of the machine, her cunt gaping open and facing the massive head.
"You want I should put in the special attachment?" asked Mr. Larson.
"Of course, put it in. Let's see how our little girl likes having her cunt really reamed out by something big and hard."
She almost screamed when she saw Mr. Larson putting a wrist-thick wooden dowel rod into the head of the lathe. The blunted end told her exactly what these two insane men were going to do to her. All they had to do was slide her forward and stuff her cunt around the wooden dildo-and then turn the lathe on.
Heather didn't have to be told it would kill her. The rapidly turning dildo would rip her cunt apart. And if it didn't destroy her that way, the friction between the wood and her pussy walls would burn her to a cinder.
"Don't do that! Y-you'll kill me!" She struggled but they held her too firmly. In a few seconds, Mr. Elliot had her sliding along the way until the blunted end of the wooden dildo actually parted her pussy lips. She could no longer struggle with the firm wooden rod in her cunt.
"He's not going to turn it on full speed, sweetie," Mr. Elliot told her. "That's only if you don't suck on my cock." He jumped up on the table beside the lathe, then straddled her face, his prick limply dangling down.
Heather didn't know what to do. The wooden dildo resting inside her cunt wasn't turning yet. But she knew it would be soon. She didn't want to be drilled all the way to the chin with that horrid device. But her only chance to escape that fate was to suck on Mr. Elliot's prick. She was torn by the same yes-no feelings she'd had before.
She wanted to. She would have done anything he ordered as long as he controlled her the way he did. But she hated him for making her do something she wished she had the courage to do without force. Hesitantly, she took his flaccid prick between her lips. She tentatively licked around the piss-slit, then shoved her rough, pink tongue out hard to make his cock buck and dance around.
The teenager felt his prick stiffen with lust. She started to suck more of it into her mouth when she heard a low-pitched hum and felt the dildo begin to turn in her pussy.
She screamed. She tried to back away from the wooden rod slowly turning in her cunt, but she couldn't do it. The stocks on her neck and wrists prevented it as much as the awkward position she was in on the lathe.
"Relax and give me a blow job," the man commanded. She tried to close her eyes, hoping it would all go away like a bad dream, but it didn't. The friction of wood against her cunt mounted until she was ready to die from the heat. Then something changed inside her that she couldn't fully get a good grip on.
The idea hit her that she could imagine Mark fucking her. To have her brother crouched between her legs, driving his huge prick in and out of her twat would be the next best thing to heaven for her. Or was it his prick she sucked so avidly? Both! Her mind was confused, blurred with sensation, but the fantasy worked for her. With her cunt filled to overflowing with the wood prick, it began to sluggishly flow out its oily cunt juices. The lubricants caused a squeaking noise as the lathe continued to turn the wooden dowel rod in her pussy, but the friction died down a bit.
The warmth spread throughout her cunt, then burst into her belly. When it radiated up her spine, she knew she could survive this-and actually enjoy what these madmen were doing to her. No matter she was their prisoner, completely at their mercy. She could make believe this was her brother fucking her, the dear older brother who was tender and kind and one hell of a stud.
The prick pressing so insistently between her lips wasn't that of the man torturing her, either. It was her brother's. She didn't try to make any sense out of this. It wasn't possible to have him both fucking her pussy and stuffing his prick into her mouth at the same time-logic had nothing to do with her daydream. All that mattered to her was keeping her own sanity.
She sucked. The dildo turned slowly in her pussy, giving her some relief from the hollow, empty feeling that had assailed her earlier. She sucked harder on the cock between her lips until her cheeks went hollow under the vacuum. She kept her eyes closed so she could enhance the fantasy that she was giving head to Mark.
And it seemed that her tongue learned new and different things just because of that dream. Her tongue licked out and across the underside of the man's prick. She teased the triangular flap of skin hanging down from under the cleft head, then tried to stuff her tongue all the way down the piss-slit again. With the hard-on, it was easier than it had been when his prick was limp, but it was still impossible. That no longer mattered to her. Just trying excited her.
Then she felt something else nudging into her lips. She turned her head slightly and parted her lips to find another prick entering her mouth. Both men were stuffing their cocks into her face. She didn't mind. What fantasies ripped through her mind now weren't even of her brother. They were of an ideal lover, one with a massive prick so big it could fuck her like the rotating dildo was doing and then come all the way out of her mouth.
She relaxed a bit more and allowed the feelings from her pussy to take possession of her entire body. The warmth flooded her senses like melted butter. She was wrapped up in a gauzy, warm, exciting blanket. Her tits throbbed with desire, the nipples springing entirely erect as more and more agitated blood pounded into them. Even her breathing speeded up as her excitement mounted.
"Hey, I like this," one of the men said. Heather didn't even try to figure out which one it was. It didn't matter to her. She was getting a mouthful of prick and that was what counted.
"I dig it, too. Why didn't we think of this sooner? And this kid can give head like no one else! She learns fast! It's gonna be a shame when we have to . . . "
"Shut up," snapped Mr. Elliot. "Just enjoy the ride. We'll talk about the . . . other . . . later. Ummm, God, her tongue is divine on the underside of my cock! Keep licking, you bitch, keep licking!"
"Lemme turn up the speed so she'll lick faster!" said Mr. Larson. There was a grinding of gears and then Heather gasped.
The lathe turned faster. The wooden dildo filling her cunt spun rapidly now, threatening her. But her pussy had expanded to take the wrist-thick imitation cock. She tensed and relaxed her muscles around the cock and found it completely unresponsive to her. But her own body was singing out a song of sheer delight now.
The speeded up dildo made her feel a growing sexual tension. No man's prick had come close to doing this to her-not this much, at any rate. She gasped and thrashed around on the uncomfortable metal tracks. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't avoid the steely hard pricks fucking her face. First one, then the other would shoot into her mouth.
The sexual tensions building up from the fucking she received from the spinning wooden rod finally triggered her come. She shrieked and bucked and actually lifted her hips off the tracks of the lathe enough to stuff the wooden dildo even farther into her needy cunt.
She wanted-needed!-more. And she got it. The way her cunt frothed over with love juices made sure she wasn't going to be hurt much by the rotating rod. But she wanted an in and out fucking motion as much as the spinning motion. She crammed her snatch down harder onto the dildo, and came again.
"Aiieeeeee!" she moaned out. "I love it! It. . . it's too much for me to handle! Ummmmmm!"
"Suck, damn you, suck my prick!"
She took the offered cock and gave it the hardest sucking she could. Her entire head throbbed wildly as her tongue raced around the sensitive glans. She rubbed and stroked and finally got a taste of the bitter pre-come drop beading at the end of the prick.
Then she got a hot, fiery blast of jism in the face. Her lips sought the tasty come-and didn't find it. It splattered into her eyes, her hair, ran down her cheeks.
She consoled herself with another cock. Her tongue wasn't going to miss its spurting, tasty mouthful. But she did miss it. Just as the prick convulsed in coming, the man jerked it from her mouth and joined his friend in coming all over her face.
Even the threat of his come was denied her. She leaned back, trying to escape the torrent of come, but it wasn't possible. The thick, stringy ropes of jizz blasted into her face and eyes and hair and ears. And all the while, the wooden rod mindlessly drilled deeper into her cunt.
When the well of her cunt juice began to dry, she felt the pain in her pussy. The wooden rod was pulling her apart it was so thick and the spinning action burned her insides with friction.
She passed out, not caring if she ever woke up again or not.
CHAPTER TEN
Heather came to feeling the sharp stings of slaps across her face. The wood collar around her neck chafed and irritated her tender skin every time her head bounced around like a rubber ball from the hard blows. But she struggled back to consciousness enough to make Mr. Elliot stop slapping her.
"I want you to see this," he said, half-chuckling. "She knew that anything that amused the sadistic man wouldn't please her at all.
She tried to itemize all the hurts she felt. It was a difficult time because she ached all over. Most of all, though her pussy hurt terribly. It ached, it burned, it victimized her. From the time Mr. Elliot had popped her cherry to the time she had been strapped down on the lathe and the huge wooden dildo had rotated so powerfully in her tiny, almost virginal cunt, she had ached.
She didn't think most women who were twice her age had had their pussies used as much-misused as much-as she had in the past few hours. And in spite of it all, she still longed for cock to be thrust up into her cunt.
The teenager didn't understand it. The thought of having either Mr. Larson or the principal fuck her was alien. She hated them with a passion few could ever know. But they had awakened something inside her that wouldn't die down. She wanted her brother in a way that wasn't even remotely sisterly. She wanted his prick-and all for herself.
Heather wanted to feel him fucking her, using his prick as only he could, giving them both the ultimate human pleasure. The idea of another man doing such a horrid thing to her made her shudder and cringe. But her brother was different. He cared for her. She knew he cared for her as much as she did for him.
Whatever else these two men had done to her, it had brought out her love for her brother, Mark. She could spend the rest of her life peacefully, happily with him, fucking all night long and never wanting another man in her life.
All the horrors done to her might have warped her, but she didn't think so. Another girl might have been forced to hate all men. She might have become a devout lesbian, scorning men and all they had to offer. If anything, Heather believed this experience, awful as it had been, had broadened her sexual ideas immensely. She had enjoyed the lezzie lovemaking with Lynn, but she knew that it could never replace her brother's prick for giving her all the pleasure she could handle.
When they got out of this . . .
If they got out of it . . .
Heather backed away from the hand as Mr. Elliot slapped her hard across the face again. "Don't, please!" she begged. "That hurts!"
"Good, now you're paying attention. Suck your brother's cock until he's nice and hard. Then we're all gonna have some big fun."
She didn't like the sound of his words. Fun didn't come easily around here, but she wasn't about to turn down the chance at Mark's prick again. She licked her lips as she saw Mr. Larson sit her brother on the edge of the bench saw. His legs were parted wide and his prick hung down limp and tired between his legs.
She'd make that cock alive and throbbing for her pussy! Just give her the chance.
"The bitch looks hot to give her brother a blow job. I swear, these kids today are sex hungry. Never saw anything like it."
"Aw, shut up and watch. This is gonna be fun. When she gets him good and hard, then I'm gonna . . . " His statement was cut off by a curt shake of Mr. Elliot's head. It was obvious the principal didn't want the shop instructor spilling the beans too early.
But Heather didn't pay them much attention. She realized that as long as she kept them happy, they wouldn't kill her and Mark and Lynn. But as soon as they tired of this little sexual game, they were all dead meat. The teenager dropped to her knees and found the distance just about right. She had to strain a little bit due to the wooden stocks around her neck, but she managed to get her lips to the tip of her brother's cock.
She sucked. Hard. He groaned and started to fall back on the table, then stopped, realizing how near the saw blade he was. He scooted forward a little bit and immediately uttered a sigh of delight.
"Ummm, your mouth! It feels so good and after fucking Lynn's sawdusty cunt . . . " His voice trailed off as he moaned again. Heather didn't want him talking. She preferred him to simply enjoy what she could offer.
The girl worried that she might not be doing this properly. She had so little experience in giving head. She cursed under her breath in a most uncharacteristic manner because she hadn't taken the chances offered her in the past for doing things just like this. All those boys and she'd turned them down.
Never again!
This was too much fun-with her brother. She didn't know what it would be like with other men. She'd have to find out. But those thoughts were quickly buried under the delight surging into her as she allowed her tongue to move as it pleased around her brother's cock. The limp penis stirred a little and she knew then that she was doing as good a job as possible. She had to play this by ear and try to make sure she didn't do anything that would hurt him.
Her tongue worked hard against the underside of his prick. This made the cock jerk and twitch around like a spastic worm, but it also got his throbbing cock to slowly stiffen. She sucked harder on him until her cheeks hollowed and she almost passed out from lack of oxygen. She wanted this to be the best blow job he'd ever received. The girl didn't care what the two men had in store after she got his prick nice and hard. She had reached a point where any humiliation would simply be ignored. There was nothing they could do to her anymore that mattered.
They'd tied her up, robbed her of her virginity both up the cunt and up the ass, then fucked her both at the same, made her brother fuck her, used the shop's lathe to do horrible things to her cunt and even come in her face.
There was nothing left in the way of degradation they could do to her. Even making her eat out the pussy of her best friend after they'd pissed all over her lacked the impact it once had. She was hardening, toughening-and learning to enjoy all this.
"Hey, is his prick hard enough yet? It looks it to me."
"Only about halfway there, but she got him up faster'n I'd have thought possible. The kid really likes to suck on cock, I guess. Hell, let her suck on your prick again when she's done with her brother."
Done with her brother. The damning words burned loud and clear and incestuous in her ears. She shouldn't do this. It had been ingrained in her by parents and church that this was a horrible sin. Fuck it! She loved the taste, she loved the feel, she loved the wondrous male musk all over his prick. She'd never give up his hard, virile prick. Never!
Her tongue looped out and spiraled down the entire length of his cock. She teased the loose flesh until it came totally taut and pulsed wildly against her rough pink tongue. Then she tried to lick his balls, only to be pulled away by Mr. Elliot.
"Enough of that, sweetie. We have other plans for your dear brother. Get the blonde bitch over here, Mike."
A rough hand shoved Heather down to the floor. She sat down in the middle of a pile of sawdust and, for the first time, realized what Lynn had gone through when those two men had forced Mark to fuck her on the table with the sawdust all over it. She let the itchy feeling work its way into her ass before she moved, getting to her knees.
What she witnessed wasn't very pretty. She knew that one slip on either Mark's or Lynn's part and there would be hell to pay. Mr. Larson had planted Lynn on the table of the saw and spread her legs obscenely wide. Mr. Elliot had then positioned Mark in such a way that his prick shot into the girl's tight pussy.
And then the spinning blade of the saw was turned on.
"God, no!" moaned Lynn, feeling the hot blade whirling just inches away from her ass. "You can't do this! It's inhuman!"
"Shut up and fuck. The sooner you get it over, the sooner we turn the saw off. Of course, if you happen to brush against the saw blade while it's running, tough shit!"
"Yeah, and you, stud, fuck her good. To make sure you do it, we're gonna be whippin' that tight ass of yours." To show he meant business, Mr. Larson swung a short length of rope and smashed across Mark's butt, leaving a long red welt.
But the stroke with the rope had the desired effect. When Mark flinched away, it drove his cock all the way up into Lynn's cunt. The girl groaned and almost leaned back on the table, only to feel the hot, spinning blade just a fraction of an inch away.
"Keep fucking, damn you!" snarled Mr. Larson. The rop sang an evil song as he repeatedly beat Mark across the back and shoulders with it. Heather watched in sick horror as Mark reluctantly began to obey the madman. He shoved his hips forward tentatively, not wanting to scoot Lynn into the blade with the force of his fucking.
"Tighten down on my prick with your pussy," Mark commanded, "and I'll try to pull you away."
It wasn't much, but it was all he could do. With their hands and necks so securely fastened in the stocks, there wasn't any other way of getting her away from the whirling death of the saw blade. The teenager groaned, then pulled backwards.
Heather held her breath. She knew what he was trying to do and how much it must pain him to do it. It would seem to her brother that his prick was being pulled out by the roots. But it worked. Panting, groaning, sweating profusely, he managed to get Lynn away from the saw.
"Fuck her, dammit, fuck her good!" Again came the rope, whirring through the air in counter tempo to the buzzing of the saw blade. Mark yelped but said nothing. He simply began using short, quick strokes to fuck Lynn's open, willing pussy. Together, they would have to work out some system where the girl wouldn't get her ass cut off and still please the two demented men so sadistically urging them on.
Mark grunted and tried to do his best. The girl kept slipping and sliding away from him every time he drove particularly hard into her cunt. And each time he did, it put her a little closer to hot steel dismemberment. He gritted his teeth as he felt the blonde's cunt clamp down even harder on his cock. He pulled back, feeling her body slowly slip all around his rigid prick. Her cunt juices were simply too slippery for this kind of action to succeed more than once or twice.
"Let me fasten my legs around your waist, Mark," Lynn panted. She lifted her legs and locked her ankles behind his back, only to find that Mr. Larson didn't like this particular innovation on their part. It was obvious he wanted to see blood while they fucked.
"Get those pretty little ankles undone," he snarled. His rope landed harshly against one of Lynn's calves, and Heather could actually see the muscle knot and begin to convulse.
"And keep the kid fucking. I don't like all this wasted time. Get to it, you two. You're the big stud. And you're the hot bush. Let's see some action or we might run you across the saw blade regardless of what you do or don't do."
The threat convinced Mark that the only way out of their dilemma was to try and please the men. He began tentatively poking in and out of the girl's cunt, wondering to himself what it would have been like fucking her under other circumstances. He decided it would have been damned fine screwing.
Lynn had a tight cunt, almost as virgin tight as his sister's. And she knew all the right tricks to play with her pussy. She could tighten up on cock or loosen her pussy walls so that her cunt lips would flutter all around the base of his prick. The tickling sensation took away his normally good control and made him want to come like some kid getting his first piece of ass.
Most of all, Mark noticed that the vibrations from the saw made his cock quiver inside the girl's pussy just like a giant vibrator. But no vibrator had ever been this warm and thick and virile.
Lynn closed her eyes allowing the precious cock to drive in and out of her twat at just the right speed. The way her ass shook on the table was relaxing and she found herself becoming more and more excited due to the action of his cock inside her. A large hunk of plastic dildo could have filled her the way Mark's cock did, but no artificial prick would have been so vibrant and warm and demanding.
"More, Mark, give me all you've got. To hell with the saw blade. Forget it! Just give me that sweet prick of yours all the way up my cuuuuuunt!"
She came. Her entire body convulsed as his prick lightly brushed against her clit. The motion of the table combined with the way his cock shot in and out of her wanton cunt hole combined to give her a teeth rattling orgasm. Her legs tightened on the sides of his body, but she rapidly abandoned even this grip when Mr. Larson began whipping her legs.
She couldn't take the pain along with the pleasure she was receiving from Mark's fucking. There was something alien and ugly about feeling pain while she was being fucked that she didn't like one bit. And the heat from the saw blade whirring mindlessly just a fraction of an inch away from her ass kept her all too aware of her predicament.
"More?" the youth asked. He was sweating and didn't want to pursue this much farther, in spite of the way his balls ached and threatened to explode at any instant. He knew if he lost control, she might be pushed into the jagged edge of the blade and he wouldn't be able to help her until it was too late.
"Yes," she whispered hotly. "Give me all the cock you can and to hell with those mother fuckers!" The blonde wanted nothing more than to feel the delights of climax ripping through her tender body again. The warmth in her pussy rapidly spread and puddled in her belly like molten lead. She loved it and she wanted more.
Relaxing was hard, but she did it. The vibrating table under her butt gave new life to the cock fucking her so avidly. She wouldn't have traded this experience for anything in the world. Lynn could almost forget about how she had come to be in this spot, so great was her enjoyment.
"After, Mark, after we get loose," she stuttered, "can we fuck like this again?"
"Yesssss," he hissed, from between clenched teeth. He was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on keeping the fucking rhythm smooth and even. The way his balls tensed up, he knew it wouldn't be long before she pulled every drop of jism from his body.
He'd thought his sister had an educated mouth from the way she got him hard in such a short time, but he had to admit that Lynn's cunt was even better wrapped around his prick. She did things to him that no other chick ever had before. He couldn't describe what it was. Hot pussy was nice no matter whose it was. But this was something more, something in the way she was able to string him along, to massage his cock with the entire length of her cunt, to give him all the pleasures he'd been missing before.
His sister was good and he'd loved fucking her-but it had been the thrill of illicit incest that had given the real zest to that fucking. With Lynn, it was vastly different.
He held back the fiery tide of his jizz long enough to ram in and out of the girl's cunt a few more times. The quivering of the table worked its magic on her and she came before he did.
Then he found himself flying across the room, unable to break his fall due to his bound hands. Mr. Elliot was snarling, "Hell, I didn't think those fuckers would enjoy it that much. Did you hear that bitch? She actually wanted to do this again, while we weren't there to watch!"
"Sick," said Mr. Larson, slapping the rope across his palm. "And to think of all the hours we've spent giving them the benefits of our vast sexual knowledge."
Heather felt sick to her stomach when she saw the ragged wounds on Lynn's ass. The girl had slipped just enough to let the saw blade gouge into her snowy white flesh. Another couple seconds and she might have gotten a really serious cut from the serrated edge. And all because of those two men gloating and laughing at them.
Those bastards, she thought.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"I like the idea of our young stud, there, fucking his sister again. Should I put her on the saw table and let her feel those nice vibrations, too?" asked Mr. Larson.
"No," replied Mr. Elliot, slowly, running his thumb and forefinger across his chin. "I have a better idea. See that overhead hoist? The one with the motor on it?"
Above them ran a strong beam which held a hoist. A motor had been affixed to the chain for some reason long forgotten. If it was turned on, the hook on the end of the chain would slowly spin around and around. For some reason, Heather caught her breath when she realized that. She didn't know what horrible purpose lurked in Mr. Elliot's sick mind, but she knew she'd find out in a hurry.
When she saw him pick up a wooden basket, then punch the bottom out with his fist, she knew what he was planning. And she didn't like it one bit. However, struggle as she might, she couldn't hold off the two men as they lifted her and dumped her in the bottomless basket so that her ass poked out whitely underneath.
Then they hoisted her up and fastened the basket to the overhead hook. When Mr. Elliot flicked the switch, Heather experienced a moment's vertigo as she began to spin around and around. With her butt hanging down under the basket, her pussy was widely exposed to whatever terrible thing they had in mind for her.
"Isn't that just about the prettiest sight you ever saw?" said the man. "Lookit this!"
He drove his middle finger into her cunt and her entire body swung in a circle around it. The motor actually caused the girl to fuck herself on the man's finger. She gasped when he moved it from her cunt to her asshole. If it hadn't been for the faint traces of love juice still remaining in her twat that had lubricated the man's finger, she knew he might have torn delicate tissues up her still aching ass.
She had been raped too many times not to be sore and aching in every orifice in her body. But she knew that they were just beginning to use her-and she understood the full horror of this when they pushed her brother to the floor under her. His cock aimed directly up at her slowly spinning cunt.
"Lower the bitch a little bit. More, more, there! Stop! Right on target. Like it, stud?"
Mark grunted as he felt the softness of his sister's pussy rubbing against the tip of his knobby headed cock. The juices trickled down his long pole and actually made his balls tighten up even more. But the promise of having her rotating around his cock was almost too much for him. He almost came then and there.
"Got the other motor working yet, Jim? I want him to get the full benefit of this!"
Heather gasped when she felt herself being lowered slightly. The way Mark's prick entered her took away her breath. Compressed tightly into the small fruit basket the way she was, she was completely helpless. And when his cock pressed between her tightly closed cunt lips, it felt as if he were fucking her with a telephone pole rather than his prick.
"God, it's so biiig!" she muttered. The sensation wasn't too bad. She didn't like the way she was bent double in the basket, but this even proved to be a turn on for her. Her tits were jammed hard against her upper thighs. As her beating heart hammered more and more blood into her boobs, they swelled and began to feel like over-inflated balloons. Her nipples sprang erect and rubbed against her thighs. Whenever she twisted slightly in the basket, a twinge of delight rocketed into her chest. Soon, she was breathing napalm and the lightest touch was electric for her.
The motors pulled her up and away from Mark's precious prick. She tensed and tried to hang onto him the way Lynn seemed to. Her bodily secretions betrayed her. Her cunt had grown too slippery at the thought of having her very own brother's prick inside her cunt again. She was literally drooling out her thick inner oils now.
"Damn you, damn you to hell!" groaned Mark. "Either let me fuck her or get her the hell away!"
"So he wants to ball his own sister. I can't believe it. These kids today are something else. They get hard-ons and will fuck any hole, no matter whose it is. Why, this is your sister, kid! Your sister!"
"Yes, and I want him to fuck me!" cried out Heather, the words stinging her ears. She could hardly believe she was saying such crude things. Before the evening had begun, she'd hardly admitted such words existed and now she was using them. And all because they wouldn't let her fuck with her brother!
"Turn the motors on full speed and see how the little cunt likes that."
When she began spinning faster and faster, Heather almost passed out from the motion. But grimly she held on and when she was lowered onto her brother's prick again, she found a paradise. The spinning motion actually corkscrewed his cock into her tight cunt in a new and deliciously different way. Most women would never experience the way that prick drove into her juicy seething hot pussy.
And here she was, almost a virgin!
"Love it," she sighed, "Love it to death!"
When the two men laughed harshly, she knew that she shouldn't have said that. It only reminded them-and her-that she would soon be dead. When she no longer pleased them, or the dawn's light promised students and staff coming back to school, they would be killed and quickly. She didn't know how or where, but it hardly mattered to her.
She decided to grab as much pleasure as she could from her brother's prick drilling so hot and fine into her agitated cunt. Closing her eyes, she imagined it was his cock spinning around rather than her body. The delight coursed into her, warmed her with the friction, made her body respond in new and wondrous ways.
She came.
She screamed and thrashed around the best she could in the tight confines of the basket and stocks. His cock came and went several times from her convulsing pussy before she came down from her sexual high. Then she heard something which made her wonder what the hell was going on.
A deep buzzing sounded, a cutting noise. Opening her eyes made her dizzy for a second, then she saw. Lynn had worked her way off the saw and moved her head down to the table top. With a quick motion while Mr. Larson and Mr. Elliot were occupied watching the up and down fucking of brother and sister, Lynn cut off the stocks imprisoning her.
For a brief second, she stood there numbed by the sudden removal of her bonds. She rubbed her wrists and neck, then bolted for the door. Heather held her breath, wondering if either of the men would see her and go running after her.
Lynn was their only hope now for survival. Heather almost cried at the thought. Naked, abused, raped, circulation still not fully in her wrists, Lynn was their only hope. It was almost laughable, but hope was hope.
"Shit," cried Mr. Larson. "The blonde bitch got away."
"Jesus fucking Christ, how'd you let her cut those stocks off like that? I thought you were going to turn the saw off so she couldn't do it? Shit, get after her! If she finds a cop, it's our asses in a sling!"
Mr. Larson rushed out the door, paused and looked up and down the halls and called back, "She's not in sight. I don't know which way she went. Come help me find her, dammit, or we're both gonna swing for this!"
The principal snarled something under his breath that Heather couldn't hear, then walked over and glared down at her. Straining in the basket, she looked up into his eyes and saw only stark hatred. She was confused, didn't know why he hated her like this.
"Got to find that blonde friend of yours before she does something really dumb, like get the cops.
But I don't want you and your loving brother to think I'm neglecting you. I'm going to leave you here, just like this. Don't go away." Laughing harshly, he turned and left.
"Don't go away," grunted Mark, from underneath Heather. "How the hell are we supposed to escape? I've still got the stocks on and they tied my feet to the table. All I can do is lie here and let your cunt come down over me."
"Is that so bad?" sighed Heather. But she knew the answer. They would have to try and escape this trap they were in-and it would have to be now while Lynn was free. If those men got the three of them together again, they would kill them. Visions of movies she'd seen dealing with murders using chain saws flashed through her mind. No matter how the principal got rid of them, it wouldn't be nice.
But she almost liked this. There was little required on her part to drive that lovely pecker of her brother's all the way into her twat. And the idea that they were finally alone together made her insides quiver like a bowl of jelly. She wanted her brother-badly. But did it have to be like this? In such an uncomfortable position?
She tried to relax as the motors drove her up and down on his prick. Whoever had developed the hoist certainly hadn't had this type of odd fucking in mind, but the design work was superb. Heather could close her eyes, spin around, drop a little lower and feel the turgid head of her brother's cock poke between her pink, pursed cunt lips. And then he surged all the way into her pussy as the basket lowered further.
The in and out of this bizarre fucking wasn't as fast as the girl would have liked but she couldn't have everything. The stocks prevented much motion on her part and the basket firmly held her in position for the boy's prick.
"Ummmm, that feels divine," she sighed. "I want more of it. Can you really fuck me good in this position?" she asked him.
"I.. . I guess so. It's pretty nice, isn't it? In spite of everything." She didn't have to ask him what factors weren't nice. She knew. But if they could forget about Mr. Elliot for a while, that would be their private revenge on the man. He didn't want them to enjoy this fucking; if they did, it would show him!
The cock nudged its fat, swollen head between her cunt lips and wetly drove deeper into her pussy. She felt the basket spinning around, pulling at his cock. She tensed up a little, letting her pussy walls collapse all around the invading cock. She heard Mark groan a bit and then she followed his lead. The feelings ripping through her tortured pussy were nicer than anything that had been done to her before.
The warmth of the friction seemed to melt away all her aches. Nerves she'd been only slightly aware of came to life, singing out their songs of carnal joy. She loved the feel of her cunt walls trying to spin around with his prick. It was a twisty-turning feeling that gave her a thrill she'd never experienced before.
Most of all, the hot, rigid length of his cock assured her that her brother was nearby and willing to give her all the pleasure she could handle. As she bounced up and down on the cock, her excitement mounted rapidly. She felt her breath begin to come in tortured gasps. It was as if sandpaper covered her throat, so harsh was her breathing now.
Her tits expanded to absurd size with the fiercely aroused blood pounding into them. How she wished her brother could reach up and take the nipples between his fingers, then roll those erect little nubbins of sensitive flesh around like marbles. She had to be content with simply bobbing up and down a bit so that her upper thighs pressed firmly into her boobs. This stimulated her, but not as much as if a loving brother had been using his hands.
Perhaps her worst feeling came from her tiny clit. The organ was erect and throbbing, begging for attention it couldn't get. She tried pressing her legs more tightly together. It wasn't possible. She was already wedged as firmly as she could get into the bottomless basket. The teenager had to rely on the impaling spike of Mark's prick to do the work.
And it did it well. She gasped now every time it entered her aroused pussy. The way it pulsed and jerked around once inside her cunt told her he was getting as turned on by this as she was. It didn't seem possible that they could feel anything but hatred, yet they did.
Tensing her pussy around the long, hot poker of his fuck stick, she imagined she could feel each and every contour. The thick purpled arrowhead of his glans filled her, stretched her, made her come totally alive. The huge girth of the shaft behind it throbbed powerfully inside her. And she thought she could even feel the thick blue vein on the top of his prick as it beat in tempo with his heart. She loved it!
And her excitement grew. She began rocking back and forth in the basket, adding to the motion given it by the motors. This drove his cock even deeper into her cunt. And spinning around faster gave her more friction inside to tease her delicate twat.
Heather came. It felt as if the top of her head was going to sail right off into orbit. For a moment, she tried to hold it all inside, then she discovered that wasn't possible. She allowed the titanic sensation to race throughout her tender young body, freeze her breathing, tense all her muscles, give her the ultimate in human pleasure.
When she realized it didn't matter if she cried out or not, she let loose with a long, heartfelt shriek of joy. "I . . . oh, Mark darling, this is great. I want more, more! I. . . unngghhhhhhh!"
Her entire body shook in reaction, then, all too soon, she floated down from her sex high. This was better than any drug ever could be, Heather thought. She'd never indulged in such things and now she didn't have to for a kick. All she had to do was let her brother Mark fuck the merry hell out of her.
This was living!
"God, Sis, you're sucking my prick like you had your mouth wrapped around it. I don't know how you do it. Never felt a chick's cunt that could make me feel that way."
She could barely hear him. Her mind was glazed from sex. She simply wanted to drift along in the fuzzy afterglow of a fine fucking. Her muscles protested the bent-double position and her ass actually was beginning to hurt from muscle cramps. Having Mark's cock driven repeatedly into her pussy was nice, but she wished it could be done in a less confined position.
Still, this added something to the fucking that wouldn't have existed otherwise. She was completely at his mercy. No matter that he was bound as she was. She couldn't move, she had her hands and neck thrust through a wooden stock and her entire body was enclosed in a bottomless wood basket. The very constraints on her movement added to her enjoyment of the fucking in some weird way.
The teenager didn't try to understand it, she simply enjoyed it that much more. She struggled futilely against the sides of the basket. Hearing them creak and groan only spurred her on. Her passions mounted and soared and then erupted again. Her climax was even more intense than the first one she'd gotten.
"Heather, my balls! It feels like someone put them in a vise and is tightening up on them. Can't last much longer. Gotta come, just gotta, oh, oh shiiiit!"
She felt the basket drop down and spin around the tip of her brother's cock. Her cunt was blazing hot and she knew that the tightness was having its effect on him. It certainly was on her! She couldn't hold back the fiery tide of her own emotions.
She came again.
She felt his prick buck and jerk, then geyser out a steady flood of white hot jizz. It splattered her cunt walls and made them contract even more. She was pushed even higher on the kaleidoscopic winds of orgasm and tossed around until she thought she would lose her mind. And she wanted more!
Her body jerked and convulsed and tried to thrash around freely but the basket prevented it-for a few seconds. Then came a tearing sound and she found herself lying full length on top of her brother, his coming prick still shooting hard inside her tight little pussy. She bounced up and down a few times to drive his prick even deeper into her cunt, then she relaxed. He sighed deeply and whispered hotly in her ear, "That was super, Sis. Really great. I just wish . . . "
Then it hit both of them. She was free from the basket and could move around. And the saw was still turned on. She could free herself just as Lynn had.
"Go to it, Heather," Mark urged. "Get those stocks off and then get me free. I want to get even with those slimy sons of bitches so bad, I can taste it!"
"Me, too," she agreed. It was harder sawing the stocks off than she'd anticipated, but she did it. In less than five minutes, she freed Mark. Naked, bruised, abused, they stood there looking at one another. It seemed the most natural thing in the world for them to embrace and kiss each other.
But the kiss wasn't very brotherly-sisterly. Not the way they did it.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"I don't believe you did it," Mark said, looking at the fragments of the wood basket. It had been ripped apart like some giant had powerfully sundered it. "And God, the cuts on your legs." The way he stroked up and down his sister's thighs told her that he had more in mind than simply seeing the extent of her injuries.
She wished they had the time to explore their new relationship. This was all still so new to her, but she knew that the men would be back soon, whether they captured Lynn or not. They couldn't stand around here waiting for them. Even worse, they couldn't fuck.
"I guess you excited me more than you knew. When your cock came sailing in and set off my come, I felt as if I were powerful enough to do anything. Straightening out my legs seemed so simple. And the next thing I knew, I was sprawled full length on top of you. It was wonderful!"
"Yeah," the youth said, remembering exactly how good it had been fucking his sister. "But you're right about us getting the hell out of here. But I'm not satisfied with simply doing that. I want more. I want revenge on those two."
"Forget them, Mark," she urged. "They won't dare do anything to us if we just shut up. They can't!"
"The hell they can't," he flared. "They did this and we were pretty innocent about the whole thing. They can do anything they want to us unless we fight back."
"Do you have any ideas?"
"One or two. Lemme see where they keep their supply of stocks. I've got the idea that we're not the first ones here, and we won't be the last unless we stop them dead in their tracks."
"Over here, in the closet." Heather shuddered when she saw the stack of wooden restraints piled in the tiny room. It was obvious that her brother had been right. More would follow unless they stopped Mr. Elliot right now. But how?
"Where's that length of lead pipe I saw around here? Good. And the rope. Get the rope and some nails.
Heather watched in confusion as her brother nailed one end of the rope to the side of the door. He pulled it tight a couple times so that it was just at ankle level, then hefted the lead pipe, smacking it across his hand for effect.
"I'm ready for those bastards. Let's hope they don't have Lynn with them. It'll make this easier."
But they did have the blonde girl. She struggled between them, biting and kicking and trying her best to escape again. It was all for nothing. They were too strong for the raped and abused teenager.
"You cocksuckers! I'll kill you for this!" she shrieked.
"Sure you will, sure you will," said Mr. Larson. "After we fuck you a few more times. You've got one hell of a nice cunt. Maybe we'll decide to fuck you up the ass-after we get you back in a set of stocks. All good sex slaves should be bound up nice and tight."
"You . . . " she raged futilely.
Just as Mr. Larson crossed the threshold of the door, Mark yanked his rope taut. The man fell heavily, stumbling over the rope. The lead pipe flashed out and landed with a dull thunk on the back of his head. He groaned once, then collapsed, unconscious on the floor.
Mark had thought Lynn's presence would be a hindrance to capturing the men. He was wrong. If she hadn't begun to struggle and bite Mr. Elliot, the other man would have jumped Mark in an instant. As it was, he had his hands filled with clawing, biting wildcat. He turned to attend to her and this was all Mark needed.
The lead pipe swung again and met the back of the principal's head. He went down in a ragged heap.
Lynn kicked him as hard as she could, then made a face. "I think I broke my toes. But I'm glad." She stepped back and kicked him hard with her other foot. "Now I have a matched set. And I wish I were an octopus. I could kick that son of a bitch six more times!"
"What are you going to do, Mark?" asked Heather anxiously. She saw her brother dragging the men into the room and affixing stocks to their heads and wrists. "You aren't just going to leave them like this, are you?"
"Hell, no."
But he didn't elaborate on what he was doing. He quickly stripped the clothes off both men and then smiled wickedly. Using the rope stretched across the doorway he tied Mr. Elliot's feet together under the table saw so that the man's ass was firmly planted on the power feed. Then he turned to Mr. Larson.
The shop teacher soon had a thin nylon line fastened in a hangman's noose around his balls. Mark ran the line over to the lathe and wrapped it firmly around the massive metal head of the machine. He turned the lathe on and watched the line slowly reel in. The power of the machine was such that the tightening loop of nylon line around the man's prick would soon completely sever it.
To add to the men's problem, Mark made sure they were firmly tied down where they were. Then he waited for them to regain consciousness.
"Wh-what's going on?" muttered Mr. Elliot.
"This, sir," said Heather, getting the idea. She went to the saw and turned it on. The whirring blade was only inches away from the man's rear. Then she turned on the power feed that sent him slowly moving into the blade. In less than five minutes, he'd be minus a prick.
"NO!" he screamed. "This is inhuman! You can't!"
"Shut up," came Lynn's cold words. "I think it's still too good for you. You'll be a gelding, sure, but you ought to be dead."
"A gelding! Ha, that's a good one," laughed Mr. Larson. Then he realized his own predicament. And when Lynn turned on the lathe and started pulling on the nylon, he turned absolutely white.
"The two of you will get along great together. A pair of eunuchs!"
"Let's get out of here, you two. We've got to find our clothes and split. I've still got a phone call to make." Mark put his arms protectively around the two naked teenagers, then pulled them close. Never had he felt this way about anyone, much less his own sister and her best friend. He closed the door behind them as they left so they wouldn't have to listen to the screams of the two ex-men in the wood shop. t t t
There, that's done," Mark said. "I called the cops-anonymously, of course-and told them that Mr. Elliot and Mr. Larson had been dealing dope. When they find that bag of shit in Mr. Elliot's desk, they should send both those bastards up for a long time."
"Yeah," said Lynn, looking dreamy. "I guess they got what's coming to them, but still it's a shame."
"A shame!" yelled Heather. "You can't mean that."
"Sure, Heather, look at it this way. If it hadn't been for those rotten pricks, we'd have never gotten together!"
Heather smiled and snuggled into the circle of her brother's arm. She knew her blonde friend was right. Without the forced sex, they might never have discovered how great it was, just the three of them together.
In fact, she might not have discovered sex at all, much less fucking with her loving brother and lezzie sex with her best friend. Those were things she didn't want to ever abandon. Just thinking about it was making her hornier than hell. She let her agile fingers drift down to Mark's fly and run the zipper down the track. His hard-on snapped out.
He was ready for her. For them!
Heather quickly straddled his cock and began fucking herself slowly, reveling in the feel of it plunging deeply into her pussy. She opened her eyes a little and saw Lynn squatting over the youth's face. She could see his eager tongue driving hard into the blonde cunt. Tentatively, Heath reached out and began fondling the other girl' boobs. When Lynn reached over and returned the favor, she knew they were a team, the three o them inseparable.
From depravity had come bonds stronger than anything in the world. They loved each other, the truly did. And Heather was determined to show her brother and Lynn just how much!
