The process of growing up and passing through adolescence has been characterized by great inner turmoil, uncertainty, and tremendous pressures from family, close friends and peer groups. Certainly, in our complex society, the problems youths now face seem more marked than ever before.
The teenagers in this story are embarking on their own special journeys into that wondrous, ill-defined state of adolescence. They find themselves plagued by powerful emotions, sometimes feeling uncertain about their awakening sexualities, sometimes becoming angered over their youthful misjudgments. Through their encounters with each other, and with their loving and concerned adult counterparts, they manage to put their worlds into perspective and begin coping with their new feelings and responding to new situations.
THE WILDEST GIRLS SCHOOL--the story of typical young Americans coming of age. It is a lesson to us all, and a reminder that the journey to adulthood is not often easy.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Patty Symons lifted the front hem of her short skirt and tucked it under her chin. She hooked her thumbs inside the sheer material of her pale blue panties and shoved them down to just below her knees. She shuddered hard as she sat down on the toilet, mashing her soft warm asscheeks onto the freezing cold seat.
Mentally, the young girl cursed the lack of a lock on the inside of the toilet-stall door. She spread her knees wide and sighed. She hated using the ancient restroom facilities. She detested the filthy floors, littered with the most disgusting objects. She hardly dared to breathe in the overpowering stench of the unflushed toilets all around her.
Patty wasn't an overly sensitive youngster, at least as far as her body was concerned. But she had her limits, and this incredibly foul little room was one of her pet peeves about the private girl's school she had to attend.
The other girls hated it just as much as she did. But if that was really true, Patty often asked herself, who among the other students makes such a mess in here?
She sighed again, wrinkling her cute nose at the smell. She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to concentrate on doing what she'd come in here to do.
Her bladder was full. She had held her piss for as long as she could tolerate the bloating pain in her tummy, and then had made the mad dash to this hell-hole of stink, skinned her panties down, and squatted on the toilet seat, her skin crawling every second. She squinted as she strained to release the hot stream of her piss, but it just wouldn't come.
"Oh, phooey," she muttered quietly to herself. It was always like this, so why should she expect it to be different. It was so hard for her to pee in this place, and the longer it took to release the aching pressure in her bladder, the longer she had to sit here in contact with the filthy toilet seat.
She sighed and sucked her lips in disgust.
"Damn," she whispered. She started to relax, prepared to wait it out, as always, when the door to the hallway slammed open. Three of Patty's more boisterous classmates burst into the bathroom, laughing and talking loudly.
"I never saw anything so fucking funny in my life," Karen shouted, striding over to one of the low sinks and turning on the water full blast. "She didn't have the faintest fucking idea what was happening to her."
"Yeah," Carla snorted. She leaned casually against the wall and fumbled in her purse for a pack of cigarettes. Smoking was absolutely forbidden at Mercy School for Girls, but so was almost everything else.
"Shit," Norma giggled. "The stupid bitch better learn the old facts of life before she goes out with that creep Danny."
"Oh, piss on her, anyway. Hey, who's in there?" Karen shouted at Patty. Patty cringed. She detested these three girls. They were always together, always shouting and laughing, and always talking filthy.
Patty bit her lower lip and remained silent. Maybe they would just finish what they came in for, and go away. Maybe.
No chance.
Norma stepped up to the door of Patty's stall and casually pushed it wide open. Patty blushed bright red at this invasion of her privacy. She slapped her bared knees together, and pushed the hem of her skirt down over her thighs.
Norma made a face, then glanced back at her girl friends. "Aw, fuck. It's just Patty."
Carla pushed away from the wall, and walked over to peer in at Patty over Norma's shoulder. "Hey! Prissy Patty herself! Squatting, eh, Pat?"
Patty tightened her lips in annoyance.
Karen joined the other two, and they all stood in the doorway, grinning at Patty's embarrassment.
"Uh, could you hold this meeting someplace else, please?" Patty asked.
"Ooooo," Carla said, raising one shoulder and both eyebrows, "Our little Patty wants to be left alone, ladies. She must be doing something naughty in there."
The trio laughed and snorted. They stared at her, smirking and nudging each other as they looked the young girl over.
"Whatcha doing, Pat?" Karen asked at last. "Waiting for a nice big juicy turd?"
Carla burst out with a loud cackle. She stuck a cigarette between her lips and lit it with a plastic lighter. She crumpled the empty package and started to toss it over her shoulder.
She caught herself in time. She elbowed the other two aside, telling them to watch. She stepped inside the stall with Patty and suddenly jammed her hand with the wadded pack right down into the toilet bowl, forcing her arm between Patty's thighs and shoving the hem of her skirt down into the filthy water in the bowl.
"Mustn't litter," she whispered into Patty's face, blowing smoke into the girl's eyes.
Patty's eyes immediately watered. She reached one hand to her face and wiped the tears away from her cheeks.
"Ohhh, now look what you've gone and done, Carla. Patty's crying."
"No," Patty said, trying to remain calm. "I'm not crying. It's just that smoke bothers my eyes, that's all."
She knew it was useless to give the girls excuses or explanations. They were going to have their fun with her, no matter what.
"Come on, Pat," Norma said, reaching around Carla and shaking the girl by her shoulder. "Hurry it up. Take your shit and get your ass out of here. We gotta go real bad, too, you know?"
Patty sighed and shook her head.
Karen reached down to Patty's skirt and used the side for a towel to dry her hands on. Patty started to protest, but knew if she did, it would only get worse.
"Oh, hey!" Karen said to the others. "I know what the trouble is. She can't shit with the door hanging wide open like this."
All three girls crowded into the stall around Patty, one on either side of her, and Karen facing her in front. She pulled the door shut and held it closed.
"There, Pat. Nice and private. Go ahead. We'll guard you, OK?"
Patty blinked her eyes in the blast of smoke that Carla blew into her face.
Norma stepped close to Patty's body, pressing firmly against her arm and shoulder with her thighs and belly. Patty could feel the heat rising from between Norma's legs. She shifted over slightly, and Carla picked up the game immediately. Patty was pinned between them, tightly pressed from both sides by the two girls.
Karen lifted her foot and scraped her shoe over Patty's bare knees, forcing her foot down to the toilet seat, forcing Patty to open her thighs.
Patty pulled the hem of her skirt up from under Karen's shoe and found it was wet from the toilet water. She was becoming annoyed and angry, but also a little frightened and worried about what these three crazies would pull on her next.
She made up her mind and started to stand up. Karen quickly lifted her foot and shoved it against the front of Patty's white school blouse. She shoved, and Patty sat back down hard. When Karen shoved her foot back to the toilet seat, there was a huge dirty shoeprint over Patty's small apple-sized young tits.
"Ohhhh, now look what you made me do, Pat," Karen moaned, shaking her head. She bent over and began brushing at the dust and dirt, slapping harder and harder at the front of Patty's blouse until she was really hurting her tits. Karen slapped and brushed hard at the exciting young mounds under the blouse, yanking the four buttons over Patty's chest and tummy completely off the blouse.
"Oops! Clumsy me. Oh, clumsy, clumsy me," Karen said. She took the edges of the ruined blouse in each hand and pulled them apart, revealing Patty's nicely filled bra-cups.
"Well, I'll tell you what, Pat," Karen said. She suddenly yanked Patty all the way forward, bending her double, and jerked the blouse off the girl's shoulders. Norma and Carla forced her upright again, and yanked it down her arms, stripping it off her wrists in a violent motion. Karen wadded it up and stuffed it under her arm. "I'll take this back to the dorm and sew those fucking buttons back on, and you can have it back tomorrow."
"I can't go out of here without my blouse, Karen!" Patty yelled. She grabbed at the material, but Norma and Carla quickly grabbed her wrists and held them back against the rear of the toilet stall.
This position arched Patty's back and thrust her young tits outward and upward toward Karen.
"Hold her like that, ladies."
Karen bent close to Patty's pretty face and whispered harshly, "You can't go out, can you? Too fucking bad, you prissy little pussy. Well, we're gonna strip you clean, girlie. We're gonna take every fucking stitch of clothes you got. How do you like them fucking beans, baby?"
Patty struggled against the strong girls forcing her arms back. She grew angry, and she spit in Karen's face on impulse. And immediately, she regretted it.
Karen growled low in her throat like some angry animal and slapped Patty's face hard. Her anger seemed to boil over, and Patty's inability to fight back increased her violence. She slapped Patty's face several times until she'd reduced Patty to a flood of tears.
"Fucking bitch!" Karen shouted. Her anger still in full swing, Karen reached down to Patty's young tits. Her hands cupped the silken bra-cups, felt the warm firm mounds within. She gripped them hard, squeezed. She grabbed Patty's soft nipples, worked them between her thumbs and fingers, and pulled, squeezed, twisted.
"Ohhh, please!" Patty cried. She fought against Norma and Carla, but they were nearly breaking her slender wrists, pressing her hands back against the wall, pulling them upward over her head. "Damn you!" She could only take so much. She kicked out hard, blindly, and smashed the toe of her shoe up between Karen's thighs, bashing painfully into her cunt.
Karen gasped, gritted her teeth in pain. She stepped backward out of the stall, clutching her cunt like a man who'd just been kicked in the nuts.
"You motherfucking shit!" Karen growled. "Bring that fucking virgin asshole out of there!"
Norma and Carla obeyed. They yanked Patty out of the stall. Patty felt herself stumble forward, her panties still down around her knees.
They dragged her up to Karen, who was sitting back against one of the low sinks still massaging her aching twat-mound.
"Oooo, baby, are you gonna regret the day you were born," Karen whispered harshly, her eyes squinted into narrow slits of pure hatred.
Patty suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs. Her shriek for help stunned the three girls, but only for a second. Karen leaped and jabbed Patty hard in her unprotected tummy--and the scream was cut off quickly.
Patty would have bent over double if the two girls hadn't been holding her upright. She went limp in their arms with the burning breathless agony in her belly and lungs. She couldn't breathe. Her legs quivered, seemed to turn to jelly under her. She wobbled between the two girls holding her.
Patty's breathless pain made Karen feel better. She smiled. She reached out and patted the side of Patty's reddened face, feeling the heat from the flaming handprints where she'd slapped her so hard.
"Baby, we're gonna show you. Right, girls?"
"Fucking straight, Karen," Norma snorted.
"Bet on it, bitch," Carla said, yanking on Patty's arm.
Patty gulped, finally able to breathe.
"Don't give the bitch a second chance at the fucking screaming routine, Norma."
"Gag her?"
"Yeah, and do it right. Hear me?"
"Got ya, Karen," Norma grinned. Karen sat back and watched the proceedings with care. She loved ordering her girls around.
Patty blinked her eyes. She was frightened now. She didn't know what these creeps were going to do to her, and she didn't want to find out. Her scream had been stupid. The classes were over for the day, and the only people left by now would be the janitor and one or two teachers who had to finish some paperwork or something.
Oh, God, what had she gotten herself into now?
Norma pressed her wrist into Carla's hand, and Carla gripped both of Patty's wrists in a vise-like double fist. She pulled her arms so far back that she heard Patty's shoulder joints snap.
Norma wiped her wrist over her lips, then knelt down, sniffing and snorting.
"Lift your fucking damned foot, you stinking bitch."
Patty did as she was told. There was no way she could fight them all. And maybe if she cooperated with them, they would be satisfied with less, and leave her alone that much sooner.
At least, Patty prayed that they would leave her alone.
She felt Norma stripping her panties off her feet. Norma stood back up and started to lift the wadded panties, still warm from Patty's body heat, to the girl's mouth.
"Hey," Karen said sharply. "Give me those fucking panties."
Norma tossed them over to her, and Karen strode over to the toilet stall. She shoved the soft sheer panties down into the filthy water in the bowl and brought them out, dripping heavily.
She rushed back to Patty, and shoved the soggy mass against her face.
"Open your mouth, Patty, you little fuck," she demanded. The horrible glare in her eyes told Patty she dared not disobey, however disgusting this was going to be. She knew that the bowl contained no shit or piss because she flushed it several times before she used it, and she hadn't had a chance to piss.
Her bladder hurt like hell, too.
She opened her mouth and felt the soaked panties forced inside. She closed her eyes and moaned as Karen shoved and poked at the dripping mass, forcing the whole thing inside Patty's warm mouth.
"Something to tie it in there with, Norma."
Norma rubbed her chin.
"Use her fucking bra, Karen," she suggested. Karen paused to give Norma a glance and nod of appreciation at her idea.
Karen slipped the straps of her bra from Patty's thin shoulders. Patty cringed. She didn't want to be naked in front of these girls. But she was helpless.
Karen hugged her, reaching behind to unhook the strap in the middle of the girl's back. Carla let go of one hand at a time, and Patty dutifully offered it in front so that Karen could slip the bra from her body. Patty then offered her wrist back behind her to Carla, who gripped it tightly again.
Karen wrapped the bra around Patty's face, binding the soggy panties into her mouth, gagging her. She pulled Patty's beautiful long blonde hair out of the way and tied the bra underneath it, behind her neck.
"Let her go, Carla. She ain't going nowhere."
Carla let go of Patty's wrists, but she remained between the girl and the bathroom door, just in case she tried to make a break for safety.
Karen looked Patty over.
Patty's bare breasts were utterly beautiful. Small, but pretty. Tipped with two perfect little nipples of dark-brown flesh that puckered inward now, with her fear. The flesh was pale and smooth and unblemished. They stood out firm and high on the girl's chest.
Karen ached to touch them, kiss them, knead them. She loved girls and hated men. She thought she was an expert in all the ways of living a female body. She held her two friends in her psychological grip because she was quite good at bringing them off in novel and exciting ways.
But they were nearly as jaded as she was. Karen longed to find some new young pussy. And as violent and angry as she got, she never dared to go quite so far as rape. What she was doing to Patty was nothing more than a "prank." But she knew there were limits, and she had a terrible fear of authority. She would never have admitted such a thing, even to herself, but it was true.
She stood there admiring the proud young tits of her classmate, wishing she could somehow win Patty over, if only for one night of loving fun. But she knew it was impossible. Prissy Patty would get her cherry busted by some shit-headed guy, and the horror of it, for Karen, was that Patty would probably love every fucking second of it. Bitch.
She turned to Norma.
"We're gonna tie this shit up in here and leave her for the janitor to find. He'll fuck the shit out of her, but good."
Norma and Carla grinned.
Patty shook her head violently, stepping backward toward the door. Carla simply lifted her hands and pushed Patty back toward Karen. Patty chewed at the soggy panties in her mouth, gulping down the toilet water as she tried to dislodge the panties from between her jaws. She had to tell these girls not to leave her alone in here.
Patty knew that Karen was just pretending. As far as Karen was concerned, the janitor was only a kind old man who wouldn't hurt a fly. But Karen didn't know that the janitor had a grandson visiting him this week, and that Patty had already had one run-in with the boy.
And she was convinced the boy was really deranged.
He was going to help his grandfather tonight, Patty knew. She knew it, because the boy had asked Patty if she'd like to meet him here when the place was empty.
Patty had been stunned by the boy's blatant proposition.
If Karen and the other two left her here, tied and helpless, Patty was certain she would be found by that crazy boy--and the consequences were too awful to think about.
But Karen saw Patty's struggles to speak as the result of her plan to simply scare the shit out of her.
"Carla, you got those nail scissors?"
"Yeah."
"Let's get this bitch stripped clean and cut her skirt up so we can tie her up in here."
Patty fought like a demon until Karen showed her doubled-up fist.
"Keep it up, baby. I'd like nothing more than to slug you another one."
Patty stood still, her eyes wide, trying to plead with Karen to let her go. This had gone far enough.
But Karen was busy.
And Patty jerked as she felt hands working the belt from around her waist. Her skirt dropped down to her slightly flared hips. Carla yanked the material all the way down Patty's legs.
Patty stood there, naked now except for her shoes and kneesocks, and a pretty ribbon in her hair.
"Get that fucking thing out of her hair, Carla. We can use it to tie her legs."
Carla tore the ribbon out of Patty's hair carelessly, hurting the girl needlessly as she yanked several strands of blonde hair out of the girl's scalp.
"Get those shoes and socks off her, too, Norma. Let's go."
Karen was a planner, not a doer. But once the thing was underway, she rode it as well as the others did.
Patty was finally stripped naked.
"Tie her hands behind her back with that ribbon, Carla."
"Huh? I thought you said we were gonna use it on her legs."
"Just shut the fuck up and do it, huh? And you," Karen said, punching Norma on her arm.
"What?" Norma said, rubbing her arm and frowning.
"Start tying that fucking belt around her damned ankle,"
"Yeah, all right. Hey, you don't gotta hit me, do you?"
Karen doubled up her fist again and shook it at Norma, but there was no real anger with the gesture, and Norma grinned.
Patty felt herself being tied up, tightly.
Carla pressed her wrists together behind her back and wound the thin ribbon around them both, pulling it tight. She worked a loose end between Patty's wrists, and when she yanked it tight, it locked her thin wrists tightly in place. Carla tied the binding off and grabbed Patty's forearms. She pushed and pulled hard, trying to work the binding free. But it was tied nice and tight and was there to stay.
Carla picked her cigarette off the sink and took a long deep drag. She grinned to herself as she blew the smoke against the back of Patty's head and watched it melt into that lush mass of thick clean hair.
Patty sniffed and wrinkled her nose. She had to piss so bad it was really hurting, but there was no way she could possibly do it now.
God, all she wanted was for these bitches to hurry up, tie her however they wanted to, and go away.
"Down on the floor, asshole," Karen ordered. Patty moaned, not sure how much of her moan was real and how much was for effect. The more she convinced Karen that she was distressed and upset and angry over all this, the easier the girl might be on her.
Patty went down to her bare knees, wincing as she felt the rough wood of the floor grinding into her kneecaps.
"All the way down, asshole. On your back."
Patty shuddered, but sat back on the filthy floor on her bare asscheeks. She could feel the dirt mash into her soft sleek backside and the undersides of her long legs as she stretched them out in front of her.
"Around here," Karen told her.
Patty shifted around to face the row of sinks. She saw what Karen was going to do.
Patty winced as she settled back on the floor. The moan that escaped her now was utterly real. She whimpered as she lay her pretty silken hair back on the dirty splintery floor. And her shoulder snapped and cracked loudly as she settled her weight back on her bound arms. The pain was slight but continuous, and she knew it would get worse if she was left here for very long.
And, oh, how she had to piss.
Norma and Carla each grabbed one ankle and hauled Patty roughly over the flooring to the sinks. Patty felt her asscheeks being punctured by the thick splinters under her, and she shut her eyes and sniffled a little bit.
The girls brought her legs under the sinks. They lifted her ankles slightly and began binding them tightly to the pipes where they curved for the traps. And they tied Patty's legs so wide apart that she thought they were going to split her apart.
She shifted and twisted as she felt the cloth belt wrapped firmly about her ankle after being lashed to the pipe. Her other ankle was bound with a strip of her skirt, cut by Carla's scissors.
It was so cold in here, too. Patty was horribly uncomfortable. Her bladder felt like it was going to burst open any second.
"All right, ladies," Karen said. They all straightened up and grinned down at Patty's bound and helpless young body, spread wide open, naked, beautiful.
Karen lifted her shoes, one at a time, and wiped the bottoms off against Patty's pretty young tits, mashing the sole along her pale nipples.
Patty groaned at the filth and the pressure in her chest.
Karen spit on her. The gob of saliva landed on Patty's bare tummy.
Carla spit, too, and then Norma spit. Both spats of saliva landed on Patty's face.
The girls gathered up all the shreds of Patty's other clothing and hid them under their own clothing, in case they should meet anyone leaving the building.
"See you in the morning, asshole," Karen laughed as she pushed out through the bathroom doorway into the hall. They left the lights on so that the janitor would have to come inside when he got to this floor.
Patty lay there on her back, freezing cold, naked, disgusted by the filthy floor and the sour gag and the tightness of her bonds.
She sniffled and felt a few tears trickle from her pretty eyes and roll over her cheeks.
She closed her eyes as she felt it coming.
Suddenly, her tummy quivered, and she felt the release of her hot piss. It blasted from her cunt-hole like water from a hose. It splattered all over her thighs and the floor between them. It pooled and spread back under her asscheeks, hot at first, and then cold, growing very cold.
Patty gasped. She felt very strange. The release of her piss had done something to her. The awfulness of what had been done to her seemed to grow cool, too, like her piss.
She frowned.
Good God.
Her nipples were hard as hell. They tingled and tickled. Oooo, she moaned to herself. She worked her jaws. If only she could get at those twin points of itching pleasure.
Suddenly, the bathroom door burst open again. Karen moved quickly into the room. She knelt beside Patty's bound body, and looked down into her eyes.
Patty cringed away from that glare.
Karen said nothing. She lifted Patty's head off the floor, and slipped Patty's blouse over her face. At first, Patty thought Karen had taken pity on her, and was going to at least leave her here with some kind of pillow.
But as Karen began tying the shirt in place over Patty's face, Patty became terrified that Karen was going to suffocate her, kill her.
But neither was the case. Karen was simply blindfolding the girl with her blouse. It was effective. It shut out all sight, but it was loose enough so that Patty could easily breathe.
Karen reached down and stroked Patty's nipples, pinched them but lightly, teasingly.
"See you in class, honey," Karen said quietly.
Patty listened as the girl stood up.
Karen caught sight of the flood of piss between Patty's thighs. She grinned.
You and me are gonna get along just fine, baby, Karen said to Patty in her mind. Just fucking fine.
Then she turned and left the bathroom.
Patty was alone.
For a little while.
CHAPTER TWO
Peter Duncan lounged casually against the lockers in the janitor's room, watching his grandfather fill a pail with new sponges and a half-used bottle of window cleaner. It was already overflowing with other items--rags, powders, a small scrub-brush with wire bristles.
Peter shook his head as he pushed himself away from the lockers. "Hey, Pops, what the hell are you gonna do with all that fucking shit?"
"Clean out your filthy mouth, boy," the old man said in his rasping voice.
Peter snorted and laughed. "You got a lot of spunk for an old man, Gramps. You need to find some nice young twat to put it in, though. Make you less nasty."
The old man snorted at the joke in spite of his dislike for the boy. He had to admit the kid had a screwy sense of humor.
The old janitor, Bill Duncan, had been railroaded into taking the boy for a couple of weeks, while his parents made a combined business-and-pleasure trip to London. Bill wasn't sure what the business was, but he knew the pleasure was simply getting away from their son.
Bill picked up the pail of cleaning gear and shuffled out the door. He had worked here at Mercy for so many years that he could go through his nightly routine half-asleep if he wanted to, and never miss a speck on any window.
Except for the bathroom on the second floor, most of the school building was spick-and-span. Bill saw to it that the obvious filth was swept up or wiped away each night, but he never tried to clean out that bathroom. He knew the girls wouldn't let him keep it clean.
It must have started as some kind of silly prank, years ago. But it had developed into a disgusting tradition. The rest of the building could be glittering like new, but that one room would stink and be inches deep in all kinds of the most personal feminine filth. Bill didn't even like to go in there anymore, even to fix the toilets.
But over the years, he'd found it easier to simply ignore the room's existence, and all the in-coming young girls quickly learned that they were safe in there. It was a haven for talking and smoking and jerking-off. Even the administration had grown tired of trying to enforce the rules in that particular room.
"Well, what's on for tonight, Gramps?" Peter asked as he followed the old guy out of the small closet he used for a storage room.
"Want to find us a couple of hot cunts and clean them out?"
"Stop calling me Gramps, Peter. Just because you think I'm a useless old man doesn't mean you can treat me with disrespect."
"OK, Gramps. You're the boss."
Bill turned down the hallway, shuffling along slowly with his pail. Peter gave him the finger behind his back, then followed after him, wishing that great-looking little cunt he'd talked to this afternoon had agreed to meet him upstairs.
Hell, maybe she'll change her mind, he thought. His cock gave a slight lurch as he imagined what that little beauty would look like, stripped naked.
* * *
Karen sat alone in the dorm room, watching television. She was bored shitless. Norma and Carla were fun, but dull and too easy to manipulate. Karen figured she would have to be on the lookout for a couple of new companions for her deviltry.
She grinned as she thought about poor Patty, trussed up in that awful bathroom.
She wondered what old Duncan would do when he went in there to shut the light off. She could just imagine the old guy's ticker stopping on him, seeing a pretty pair of tits for the first time in half a century. Or Patty's sweet twat, all spread open and defenseless.
Karen felt a twinge in her own pretty cunt when she thought about Patty's snatch. She would love to go back up there herself and make love to that little bitch.
Karen stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth. She began wondering why not. Why not go back up there? Patty was blindfolded with her own blouse, so she would never know who it was.
Karen felt her nipples grow hard. She got up off the bed and walked over to the window. She peeked out through the slit in the curtain and found the tiny lighted window in the building across the quad. That was where Patty was, lying on the filthy floor, all alone.
Karen knew that the janitor spent all night cleaning and tinkering about the place, and that he probably wouldn't find Patty until the middle of the night.
Karen was quite certain that the old fart didn't start his cleaning on the second floor of a three-story building. She would have plenty of time to get over there, sneak upstairs, finger-fuck Patty's cunt and asshole, and make it back.
She'd have to wait awhile, until the hallways were cleared and the girl on the night desk was on the phone or something, so she could get out the back door without being seen. She opened her jewelry box and took out the key to the back door, which she had stolen shortly after moving into the dorm.
She stuffed it into her pocket, wondering once again at the horrible lack of security in the dorms. Anybody could get a key, and she seriously doubted that a single night went by that some strange guy didn't spend half the night in one of the girl's rooms, fucking and sucking away merrily while all around them slept a few hundred innocent young girls, totally unaware that they were not cradled in the bosom of security.
Karen went back to the window and watched the light in that small window, wondering just what her pretty victim was thinking, lying on the floor up there, alone and cold.
"Don't worry, Pat. I'll be with you in an hour or so," Karen whispered against the window glass. "And you'll love it."
* * *
Patty, much to her surprise, was groaning and twisting in pleasure. Her legs ached, and her arms were twisted behind her back in the worst possible position. But her nipples, bare and exposed to the chilly air in the bathroom, were as hard as iron and they itched like hell. If only she could get free, she could scratch them.
But her cunt brought her the most amazing sensations. She felt the juices flowing--the oozing lubrication trickling out from the bottom of her tight slit--wetting the whole of her ass-crack and most of her cheeks as she writhed on the dirty floor.
Blinded as she was by the loose folds of her own blouse, Patty lost all track of time. It seemed like hours that she had been bound so uncomfortably. But the pleasure seemed to mount higher and higher in her body. She didn't understand what was happening to her cunt. Why should she be feeling such tingles and wet twitches? It was a mystery. But after what seemed like a full night of waiting, lying on her bare back on the floor, she let her body take over. She let the good feelings flow over her, flow through her. Now she was writhing and groaning, wiggling her tight butt against the rough wood of the floor as she tightened her thighs and arched her back, lifting her ass off the floor and trying to hump the very air.
Oooo, how she needed a good fuck. Patty blushed as she realized what she was doing with her pussy, and what she was thinking with her mind.
Oh, God. I'm a virgin, she screamed to herself. Oh, yes, but I need to feel a man's cock inside me. Please! And she pumped her firm moist slit high into the air again.
* * *
After following the old man around for a few hours, Peter got bored. He decided to explore the old empty building, maybe even see if he could get inside the office down on the first floor and look up the room number of that cute little twat Patty. He'd gotten the girl's name from one of her girlfriends. If he could somehow get inside the dorm, he could slip upstairs and give Pat a real surprise.
"Hey, Bill," he called to the old man. "I'm going for a walk."
Bill just waved the boy away, not particularly concerned with what he did. There was little in this place that he could harm, and he was becoming an annoyance that Bill just didn't need.
Peter pushed through the heavy door into the stairwell and started down. He enjoyed the loud echoing of his footsteps as he stomped hard down each step. He gave a sharp cackle, like he'd often heard in horror films, and laughed at the echo. It was exactly like the late late show.
He pushed through onto the second floor. This seemed to be nothing but classrooms. He started back into the stairwell, but suddenly stopped.
He looked down the long corridor. It was wide and utterly empty. Damn. He'd always wanted to race down a hall like this when he'd been in school, and skid all the way on his shoes.
What the hell, the old man was going to be down later and buff the whole floor anyway. He grinned as he walked to the wall at the end of the hallway, and turned to face that long empty tunnel.
"Fuck school!" he shouted, and pushed off. He ran up to top speed, and threw himself into a hard fast glide on his well-worn shoes.
Laughing, he bumped into the far wall, stopping himself with both hands upraised.
"Shit. Fantastic."
He looked back up the hall and smiled at the two long skid marks. He gave them both the finger, then started walking slowly up the other corridor which was perpendicular to the one he'd just run.
Halfway up, he spotted the light on in the girl's John. He grinned. Hell, all the Johns in this fucking place were girl's Johns. He'd never been inside a little girl's room before. He looked back up the hallway, feeling guilty and slightly embarrassed, even though he knew the place was empty.
He turned the knob and pushed the door open. He slipped inside.
He gasped.
What the fuck was that? He cringed. His first thought was that some girl had gotten herself murdered in here, and now he would be the only logical suspect.
But then he saw the humping motion of her hips.
He frowned, holding his position near the door in case he had to make a quick escape.
He watched.
* * *
Patty didn't hear the door open. She was deep within herself, feeling every inch of her body. She was coated with a thin film of sweat and dust. Her body longed to feel the weight of a man on top of her. She lifted her hips repeatedly in a slow imitation of real fucking, feeling this instinctive motion to be so satisfying that she wanted the real thing.
She heard herself moaning and grunting as she strained harder and harder to thrust her cunt tighter and higher--until it could meet with something, press against something, feel something thick and hard slip past her tight slit and push deep into her hole, bury itself to the hilt within her hot wet twat-hole.
She was breathing raggedly inside the loose shirt. Her tits rose and fell in a quick shallow rhythm, and Peter watched with cock-twitching fascination.
Patty was working up a real sweat now. She was gasping loudly within the folds of her blouse, and her fingers were clawing at the rough wood under her back.
Her hips were moving wildly, shifting from side to side as much as her bound legs would allow.
She even thought about the janitor's grandson, and the vile and terrible suggestion he had made to her that afternoon. It didn't seem quite so revolting right now. In fact, if the boy was in the room with her this minute, she would show him something about fucking that he never dreamed of.
She gave a harsh grunt and slammed her cunt high into the air again.
And she gasped, her jaws clenching down tightly over her gagging panties.
A hand clutched her tit.
Patty froze.
Oh, my God. He's here. It's him. Ohhh, nooo!
She felt the hand cup her young tit firmly, then felt the other one slide down over her other breast. She could feel the heat from the boy's thighs as he straddled her head. He bent forward over Patty's covered face and kneaded and clawed her tits hard, grasping the soft smooth flesh in his fists, working the hard nubbins of the girl's nipples between his thumbs and fingers, pulling and twisting them as hard as he could.
His cock went ramrod hard as he heard Patty moan in exquisite tit-pain. It was one of the boy's continuing fantasies. To capture some beautiful young virgin twat and haul her bare ass up to some wild mountain hideaway, and rape her repeatedly, torture her breasts and cunt, and whip her silly--until she grew to love every lash, every thrust of his huge cock into her tight sloppy wet pussy.
He didn't know who this girl was, or why she was tied up like this. But until her owner came back and claimed her, she was his.
He dug his fingers into the lush mounds of her breasts, digging in hard and deep. He squeezed until Patty gasped, whimpered.
Peter could guess, by the muffled sound of her gasping, that under this wad of blouse the girl was gagged.
He grinned as he looked down at her pussy. God, what perfection. Her thighs were stretched wide open, and her pussy was slit right down the center with the most delicious-looking gash of rich pink he'd ever imagined, or ever seen in any of his stolen fuck-magazines.
His cock ached to shove into that steaming twat-hole.
He licked his lips and gave the firm tits another hard squeeze. His cock felt like it was going to splatter the inside of his pants. His nuts felt like basketballs.
His heart leaped when he finally figured that no one was going to come back for this girl. She had probably been tied up like this by some of her classmates for fucking around with one of their boyfriends. Damn, he would bet his next year of fucking that that's what happened to her. And no one would be back to help her. She was doomed to spend the night like this--open, helpless and horny as hell.
Oh, yes. It was fucking obvious that this was one horny piece of cunt.
Peter bent far forward, dipping his face down and sticking out his tongue. He tasted her hard nipple-flesh. Delicious. He felt the girl twitch as he wiggled the tip of his tongue over the sensitive nubbin.
Her cunt shot high into the air, and she began mumbling wildly into her gag.
Peter kept silent. It made him feel more mysterious to know that this girl had absolutely no idea who the fuck was toying with her pretty little body.
Maybe she thought he was the janitor.
What a scream, Peter thought, pulling his lips away from the succulent flesh. But shit, maybe she was some sort of sacrifice to the god of janitorial services.
If so, good. Peter knew it would take his grandfather at least another two hours to work his way down this far, and he'd have plenty of warning by the sound of the buffing machine.
He relaxed. He felt safe to do as he pleased with this poor victim of somebody's great imagination.
He sucked her other nipple for several moments, delighting in the way it swelled even harder in his mouth, and the way the girl twitched and moaned as his teeth nipped hard into the soft flesh surrounding her rigid nub.
But his eyes kept darting down to her moist, oozing cunt-hole.
His cock throbbed.
He suddenly realized that he'd already been in this stinking bathroom long enough to fuck her good and be gone. He scooted around her and slipped his legs over her thigh. He unzipped the front of his pants and dug out his fat hot cock.
It was as hard as a bar of iron. He sucked air when he gripped his rod. He nearly blasted his cum all over her twitching, writhing tummy. He was so fucking ready for fucking that he was afraid he'd spill it all before he could ram all the way into her.
He threw his body down on top of hers. She grunted with the sudden weight and the force with which he crushed her. She couldn't breathe with the boy pressing down so hard on her tits.
He quickly got into a better position, though, and Patty heaved a sigh through her nose. She knew beyond the slightest doubt that he was going to fuck her, rape her, bust her pretty little cherry for her, once and for all.
She gulped, only a little bit uncertain that she wanted it to happen. She could imagine better surroundings, much better circumstances, even a better partner. But beggars--and bound young girls--couldn't be choosers.
She shuddered when he pressed the hard head of his prick into the soft wet mound of her twat.
Peter reached down and put the tip of his cock right between Patty's cunt-lips, pushing the soft folds aside with his fingers.
Patty felt his prick slide a little way inside her pussy.
She tensed. She forced her thighs to relax. But her whole body was preparing itself for the searing agony of this first thrust into her virgin pussy-hole.
She held her breath.
She shifted her hips on the floor, trying to spread herself wider, to make it easier for him to fuck.
Peter moaned as he felt heat and moisture against the tip of his sensitive cock. He held back for another brief moment, enjoying the sensation of his heavy balls dangling against the girl's sweaty cunt-mound, his prick only seconds away from splitting her wide open.
But Patty couldn't wait one more second.
She screamed into her gagging panties and thrust her hips high, shrieking as she felt his cock rip down into her tight virgin hole, impaling her fully, filling her pussy with her first fucking prick.
She clenched her twat-walls around the bulging cylinder of Peter's prick and began sliding up and down, not able to wait for her hot slimy hole to grow accustomed to the hot cock within her. She had to fuck! It was madness inside her body, burning into her clit and her nipples, her spine, her brain, searing into her whole being.
Her body fucked and humped violently up and down on Peter's rod. Patty clenched her cunt-lips around his prick and ground her swollen clit against its full length as she pounded her ass up and down off the rough floor. She thrust hard and high, mashed her asscheeks back down to the floor, over and over, in a rapid frenzy of humping.
She was writhing like a snake that had been run over on a boiling hot highway.
She fucked her cunt up and down on the huge rod of his hot meat. She gasped and gulped and moaned and screamed into the panties filling her mouth. She had never dreamed that fucking could be so overpowering.
Her tits seemed to grow five sizes; her nipples seemed to fill with molten lead. Her clit was on fire, itching and pulsing and hot and wet as Peter's cock rode over it, back and forth, harder and harder, faster and faster.
Peter lifted up onto his hands and looked down at the wildly fucking girl. He'd never dreamed that a girl could go so fucking wild for his cock. It made his cock grow so hard that it hurt. His prick grew fatter and fatter, and he was paralyzed with pleasure. All he could do was hold himself in position. Patty did all the work.
Patty was wild. Her body burned and her blood was boiling in her veins, thundering in her ears. Her heart felt like it would batter a huge hole in her chest, right between her tits, and Patty had a fleeting image of some huge cock fucking the hole where her heart had burst open.
It drove her wild.
Her ankles rubbed and jerked at the ropes binding them tightly to the pipes under the sinks. She barely felt the pain. It seemed like a distant warmth to her, and she ignored it. The overpowering sensations in her clit and cunt and nipples held her attention too strongly.
She jerked and twitched as she rode the impaling prick like an insane whore. She couldn't get enough of the thing. She couldn't thrust high enough, ram it deep enough into her hole. She kept trying, feeling the pressure building higher and higher within her.
And all at once it burst over her.
She came.
Her body thrust high and held tightly, locked into an arched position for the few seconds it took for her climax to wash the first hot pleasure over her body. And then she was leaping and bouncing like a spastic puppet, stringless, under the hard heavy body of her rapist.
Wave after scalding wave of cum gushed over her, flooded her tight stretched channel. Her jerking cunt smashed and frictioned Peter's prick until he felt his nuts tighten, his balls squeeze hard. He moaned. His prick jerked deep and flooded Patty's hot womb with gout after thick gout of his cum.
Both kids came at the same moment, jerking wildly against each other. Peter dropped down on top of her, his arms no longer able to support his weight. He gripped her waist and hugged hard, slamming his prick all the way into her hole, holding on as his cum filled her and began oozing out around the base of his massive young cock.
He pulled back, halfway out of her tight hole, and his cum gushed out in a flood, spilling in rivers down over the girl's soaked cunt, spattering onto her twitching tightened thighs, pooling on the floor under her asscheeks and squeezing up into the hot wet crack of her ass.
Patty's come slowly eased, and in its place there grew a deep warmth--a diffuse glow of beautiful pleasure, calm and happy.
She caught her breath for a moment, and let her mind explore her body. She felt the boy's hot prick still impaled deep inside her hole. She felt the boiling, churning pool of cum in her womb, felt the sticky goo on her thighs cooling quickly, felt the slippery cum smeared over her ass and on the floor.
She felt whole. She felt like she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and that right now she could do anything she wanted to.
She sucked in a deep lungful of air, and sighed long and loud in deeply fulfilled pleasure.
Peter slowly pulled his hard cock out of Patty's twat-hole. It quickly began to go limp. He shuddered as one final spurt of cum sputtered from the tip, landing on Patty's tummy.
He lifted upright until he was sitting cross-legged between the bound girl's taut slender thighs. He moaned lightly with the last tingling traces of his pleasure, and looked calmly at the beautifully wet young cunt before him.
What a perfect hole. She was tight and hot and slippery with her own juices. Damn. He hoped he'd get a chance to fuck this young teenager again.
And soon.
Patty was thinking the same thing. What a fucking great cock this guy had. Damn. If only he'd take this fucking shirt off her head so he could see who she was, they might be able to work something out.
Peter was thinking along the same lines. How could he see who she was without risking a charge of rape, even though it had been her who'd done the first fucking?
He was sitting there, looking at the cum-smeared loveliness of the teenager's twat. His head jerked up at the sound of approaching footsteps. Damn, fucking damn. He leaped up. There was only one chance to hide, and he took it. He jumped into one of the toilet stalls and stepped up onto the seat, crouched down on it, and hoped whoever was coming wouldn't check too closely.
For a second, he thought it might be his grandfather coming to find out what the hell the boy was up to.
The door pushed inward, and Peter heard a gasp. It was a girl. He relaxed. Whoever had tied this bitch up like this must have had second thoughts. She'd just come back to release the poor prisoner, that was all.
Patty had heard the boy leap into the stall. He must have had to go pretty bad. She almost laughed into her gag. Then she heard the door open. Oh-oh, again? But much to her surprise, she knew she was ready for another great fuck.
She heard a girl gasp.
"Patty!" Karen cried, moving quickly to the bound girl's side and kneeling. Karen had spotted the glistening gobs of thick cum from the doorway. Oh, dear God. It had really happened. That damned monster had raped poor Patty.
Karen quickly worked the blouse off Patty's head. Her lovely hair was matted with sweat to her forehead and over her eyes. Karen brushed it back out of her face, then worked the tight gag free and pulled the soggy panties from between Patty's aching jaws. "Patty," Karen whispered. She didn't know what else to say to the poor girl.
Patty decided to play it for all she could get. She turned her face away from the girl. "He raped me," she said quietly, letting her voice break at just the right point.
Karen grew pale and faint. She sat down hard on the floor. Patty made herself sniffle a little bit. "I was a virgin, Karen," she said accusingly. "I was a virgin, and you tied me up and left me here so some awful monster could rape me. And he did. I hope you're satisfied," Patty managed to whimper, fighting the urge to giggle. I know I'm sure the fuck satisfied, she added gleefully to herself.
Patty wanted to make Karen pay for tying her up and leaving her in this fuck-hole of a bathroom all night. But Patty frowned at the fleeting thought that crossed her mind. She did want to make Karen pay for it, didn't she? For tying her up?
Patty felt her ankles, rubbed raw now and aching. Her wrists throbbed, too, and her shoulders felt like they would never return to a normal position.
But somehow, all of this aching and throbbing seemed to be part of the overall pleasure she was feeling right now, and the pleasure was a direct result of Karen's tying her here, and leaving her alone.
True, it could have been awful. But it wasn't. The boy had been great. The fuck had been violent and satisfying, and Patty couldn't really imagine any other fuck being quite so perfect for her first time.
It had been absolutely wonderful. Hot, hard, fast, wild.
The build-up, the tightness of her bonds, the coldness of the tiny bathroom, the sudden appearance of her lover. All of this had built into the totality of her glowing pleasure. No, Patty couldn't honestly say that she would change one bit of it.
She turned her head back and looked at Karen.
The girl looked utterly lost.
And Patty began to understand how she must feel. Karen probably acted so nasty to everyone, so damned superior and hard and cold, because she was really lonely.
Patty sighed. "Hey," she said quietly.
Karen looked up. "What?" Her voice cracked. She sounded like she was about to burst into tears.
"Hey. It's OK, Karen. I'm fine," Patty said, trying to make the girl feel better. She had no intention of letting her completely off the hook, though. Not just yet. She might have need of somebody like Karen with her careless ways and her strange ability to get what she wanted. "Untie me, will you," Patty asked.
Karen sniffled as she worked Patty's ankles free. She winced as she saw how red and raw the girl's ankles had become fighting the tight bondage.
"Oooo, that's better."
Karen helped Patty sit up. Patty almost grinned as she felt the cold cum squish into her ass-crack. But she turned her back toward Karen so the girl could release her arms.
"God, I ache so much," Patty sighed, gingerly touching her sore wrists and ankles. "I'm going to need some clothes, Karen. Can you go get me something?"
Karen leaped up and strode to the door.
She glanced back at the girl still sitting on the floor.
"You be all right until I get back?"
"Sure," Patty said, nodding.
Karen went out, and Patty took a deep breath. She twisted and looked at the toilet stalls. Sitting on the floor, she could see the boy squatting up on the seat.
"You can come out of there, now."
The stall door opened. The boy peered out and made sure the coast was clear. He hopped off the toilet seat and looked at Patty.
"You!" he cried.
Patty grinned.
"Yeah, me. I knew it was you all along."
"Damn," Peter said.
Patty pointed at his crotch.
"You really know how to use that thing," she said. "But you ought to put it away when you're finished, don't you think?"
Peter looked down.
His cock, long and limp and wrinkled now, dangled like a fat dead worm down the front of his pants.
"Fuck," he said, and tucked himself back into his pants.
"We did."
"Yeah, I'll say. You're one hot fucking cunt, Patty."
"You aren't too bad, yourself. What's your name?"
"You aren't gonna believe this."
"Oh? Tell me."
"Peter."
Patty burst out laughing and covered her mouth with both hands.
"Peter the peter," she joked. She shook her head, then offered the boy her hand. "Help me up, will you, Peter?"
The boy took her hand and pulled her to her feet. Patty wobbled for a moment, gaining back her strength. She had never felt quite so drained of energy in her life.
She leaned heavily against Peter's shoulder.
He circled her naked body with one arm and found himself; lowering his face to hers. She responded immediately, and they kissed long and hard, Peter's hand cupping her tit.
Patty felt his cock start to stiffen inside his pants.
She mashed her naked wet thighs against the front of his body, rubbing and grinding her swollen cunt-mound hard against his swelling cock bulge.
"What the hell are we gonna do on our second date?" Peter asked the girl, breaking the kiss but keeping his palm firmly pressed to her warm young tit.
"Oh, I'll think of something," Patty whispered with a pretty smile.
And she knew she would.
CHAPTER THREE
"That girl who was here, is she the one who tied you up?" Peter asked Patty. "Yes. Her and two other girls."
"Bitches, eh?"
"You can say that again, Peter," Patty said, wincing as she lightly touched the raw skin around her wrists.
Peter grinned. "You interested in a little suitable revenge?"
Patty looked at him, saw his huge grin. She looked back at her aching red wrists. "Maybe," she said. "Let's hear what you have in mind."
Peter's idea involved revenge for Patty--and one hell of a lot of cunt and asshole and slobbering teenage mouth for his big cock. Patty nodded as she listened, amazed at the inventive turn of mind the young boy had, at least when it came to fucking.
"OK," Patty said at last, "I'm with you. Those three deserve at least that."
"Good girl," Peter said, eager to begin. "Let's start with Karen. You can tell her that you'll forget what she did to you, if she'll take your place until morning. Tell her your rapist left in a hurry when he finished with you, so he must be miles away by now. After all, who would expect to find two girls tied up like you were?"
Patty nodded as she listened.
They heard Karen coming back along the hallway, and Peter slipped inside the stall again, ready to leap out and help Patty should Karen resist the idea.
Karen came inside, carrying a bundle of clothing. "They're mine, but they should fit until we can get back to the dorm," she said.
Patty glared at Karen, and Karen bit her lower lip. She was obviously upset by what had happened to Patty. But Patty liked Peter's ideas, and she knew that Karen would soon pull another vile trick on her, or some other poor girl who might not be quite as lucky in her choice of rapists.
She had to teach the girl a lesson, and a lesson she would not soon forget.
And she knew that Peter's idea was the best way to do that.
"I can't believe that you left me here, Karen," Patty said, her voice withering into the other girl's heart. She shrugged into the blouse, and thought with great satisfaction that it was too small, too tight over her tits. Karen had small tits, and that seemed to please Patty, with her fairly large and full breasts.
"I'm really sorry, Patty," Karen said. She meant it, Patty knew. But that wasn't enough, not by a long shot.
"I bet," she told the girl.
Karen took the defensive, her voice quivering on the verge of hard tears. "I am, Patty. Oh, believe me, I really am so sorry."
Patty snorted, trying to imitate Carla. "Sure you are. Sorry if I go to the school authorities and report that I was raped, and that you were the one responsible for putting me into a dangerous situation."
"No," Karen protested, her eyes filling with tears. She brushed at her eyes with her fingertips. "You're wrong, Patty. I wish I had never left you here alone."
"Shit!" Patty snarled, pulling the pair of shorts up over her asscheeks, wiggling until the tight material was riding snugly against her cunt-mound.
She had no panties and no bra on under the blouse and shorts, but she liked the rubbing of the tight things over her still-sensitive pussy and her still-swollen nipples.
"Please, believe me, Patty," Karen pleaded, the tears finally rolling down her cheeks. She wiped them away as fast as they slipped down from her eyes, but they began flooding out. Karen slapped both palms over her face and wept hard, her shoulders shuddering with the depth of her emotions. Patty watched. She would have called it off then, but a sudden hard pain in her ankle reminded her of the horrors that could have happened to her in this tiny stinking room.
It was only good fortune that had made Peter a great fucker, instead of the demented rapist Patty had thought him to be when she had first talked with him.
She gritted her teeth, and steadied her will. "Prove it, then," she said, her voice a low growl.
Karen's tears turned to sniffles. Perhaps a little bit too quickly, Patty thought. But she was suspicious of Karen, and would interpret anything in the wrong way.
Karen lowered her hands, her face smeared with her salty tears. She wiped her hands on the front of her skirt. "Prove it?" she asked.
Patty said nothing, glaring, her lips tightly pursed.
Karen sniffled for a moment longer, considering. "How?" she asked at last.
Patty had her, then. "Let me tie you up in here. Let me leave you in here alone, until morning, like you were going to do to me."
Karen's eyes grew wide. She gulped hard. Her eyes threatened to well-up and overflow again, but she held her tears in check. She looked around the tiny room, trying to decide what to do. "He might come back," she whispered.
"Not likely, is it? He got what he came for, and why should he come back? He'll be miles away by now."
"What about the janitor?"
"What about the janitor?" Patty asked, shaking her head. "You didn't worry about the janitor when you left me here, did you?"
Karen lowered her eyes and bent her head down. Her fingers were fiddling with the cloth belt around her waist.
"I said I was sorry, Patty."
"And I said prove it."
A moment of horrible silence passed between the two girls. Everything seemed reversed from this afternoon, when Patty was doing the cringing and whimpering. And it felt good! She held her silence, waiting, making it hard for Karen.
Karen finally looked up into Patty's eyes. She was trying to be brave. She knew that if there was any chance that Patty would just drop this thing, she would never agree to allow the girl to tie her up in here. But she was more than a little afraid of the school authorities when it came right down to taking action. Most of the mischief she pulled didn't warrant any harsh action beyond a talking-to. But this. This would send her packing to the nearest detention home, for sure.
If not prison.
She was defeated. She sighed as she looked into Patty's eyes. Her heart fluttered as she gulped.
"OK, Patty. You win."
"I've already lost, Karen. And don't ever forget it," Patty growled. Karen sniffled and nodded, closed her eyes and turned her face away from Patty's glare.
Patty felt her blood racing hard and hot. She had this girl right where she wanted her. She would tie her up good and tight, and leave her. Pretend to leave her, that is. Patty had no intention of missing out on the fun.
Once the girl was bound and helpless, Peter would take over.
That was a fuck Patty really wanted to see.
"Take off your clothes, Karen."
Karen jerked slightly. So, she thought, it was really going to happen. She had finally been caught in her own trap. She sighed, opened her eyes, and lifted her hands to her throat.
She opened the buttons down the front of her blouse, moving slowly. She felt like she was in some kind of crazy dream. Somebody else's dream.
She pulled the tail of her blouse out of the waist of her skirt and shrugged it back off her shoulders. Patty noted the arching of the girl's back, and the way it forced her small tits up and out, filling those small bra cups to the brim with her pretty little breasts.
Patty felt a sudden hot thrill course through her veins. She licked her lips, and let her mind play for a moment with the idea of touching Karen once she was tied up and blindfolded.
Patty had often wondered what it would be like to fuck another girl. To press her tits against the warm mounds of another girl's tits, feel her nipples grind into the hard nubs of another girl's nipples.
But it had been a passing fancy.
Until tonight.
She had often dreamed of what it would be like to fuck a man, too. And that fancy had come to pass--so why not the other one? Especially considering that she was going to have a rather captive victim to try it on.
Maybe.
Karen twisted her arms up behind her back, her blouse still hanging from her wrists, and unhooked her bra-strap. The cups slipped away from her breasts. Karen brought her hands back around in front of her body and unbuttoned the wrist cuffs. She pulled the sleeves off her wrists and offered the blouse to Patty.
Patty took it and wadded it in her fist.
Karen shrugged the shoulder straps of her bra down to her elbows, then pulled the garment fully away from her body. This, too, she gave to Patty.
She paused to let Patty look at her bared breasts.
Patty looked. Karen was her age, but she wasn't as big in her breasts as Patty was. She had a more boyish form all over, in fact. But these tits were certainly cute, Patty thought. Small, but firm and high, and smooth and lightly sprinkled with pale freckles. Her nipples were very tiny and pale. They were almost white, rather than the rich brown of Patty's puckered beauties.
"Strip, I told you. Take off everything."
Karen jumped. She had thought she might be able to get off the hook. And she saw, much to her surprise and delight, the glaze of lust in Patty's eyes as she looked longingly at her breasts.
Karen felt her nipples stiffen.
She pulled her belt out of the loops around her trim waist. She handed the belt to Patty, who gave a brief snort and a tight grin.
Karen's heart sank.
She was really in for a rough time.
She bit her lips and kept on going. She opened the button and zipper over her hip, and shoved the short skirt down her long slim legs.
She left the material on the floor. She stepped out of the loose pile and pushed it slightly aside with her heel.
She stood before Patty, clad only in her shoes and socks, and a pair of tight black bikini panties.
She expected some nasty comment from Patty about the panties, but Patty was silent. Karen glanced at the girl and saw she was sucking on her lips, staring at Karen's tight hard cunt-mound.
Karen slowly hooked both thumbs under the waistband of her panties, over her hips, and began to very slowly roll them down. This exposed her nearly hairless cunt-mound with terrible slowness, teasing Patty, holding her attention locked to Karen's crotch.
Patty felt her heart thudding harder and harder as Karen revealed her twat. Her blood burned and roared in her ears, and she felt her nipples begin to tingle.
Karen performed her little striptease like a pro, undulating her hips in a slow circle as she worked the rolled panties down to her knees. She left them there and straightened back up. She arched herself until her cunt was thrust blatantly forward toward Patty. She spread her legs a bit, too, pulling the band of her black panties taut between her knees.
Patty finally caught herself. "Off," she ordered.
Karen made a face, very slightly, and brought her legs back together. She let the panties drop down to her ankles and kicked them behind her, onto her skirt.
She knelt down on one knee and started to untie her shoe, but Patty stopped her.
"Leave them on," she said.
Karen looked up, naked except for her shoes and kneesocks.
"On?"
"Leave them. Stand back up."
Karen did as she was told.
Patty had developed a sudden liking for the way Karen looked, naked, but with her shoes and socks still on. She looked absolutely helpless, harmless, and extremely sexy. Patty looked the girl over from head to toe. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about that.
Patty wondered what had turned her so mean.
But right now, she didn't want to take the time to find out. It might be a good reason, and then she would have to forget the whole thing. And she was getting turned on watching Karen strip, holding power over her, making her obey every command.
"Pick up your panties."
Karen did so. She knew what Patty was gong to make her do with them.
"Get them wet. You know where."
Karen walked to a toilet stall at the end of the row. She sighed, then bent over and shoved the warm silk down into the toilet bowl. She soaked the things for a moment, then brought them out, dripping wet.
"Put them in your mouth."
Karen shuddered as she lifted the drenching panties to her lips. She licked her lips slowly, hoping that Patty would change her mind. But she didn't.
"Put them in your mouth, Karen."
Karen closed her eyes as she pressed the dripping material to her lips. Almost in a spasm, she opened her mouth wide and stuffed the wet panties in deep. She closed her lips down over the terrible mass, and gagged as water filled the back of her throat.
"Swallow it, Karen. Don't let it drip out," Patty warned, her voice cold but showing her excitement.
Karen gulped with terrible difficulty, and shook her shoulders wildly as the vile water trickled down her throat.
"Come here and turn around."
Karen walked back to Patty. She felt the sleeve of her blouse being wrapped around her face, fitting tightly between her parted lips to hold the gagging wet panties in place inside her mouth.
She whimpered as she felt the knot tightened against the back of her neck, under her lovely brown hair.
There was a waist-high metal wastepaper container, with a sloping top and two swinging doors on the slopes, standing in the corner of the room. It was full and heavy.
Patty hauled it out of the corner and shoved it into the center of the room, right in front of Karen.
Patty took the loose blouse and wrapped it up and around Karen's head and face, binding her just like she had been. Karen felt her heart pounding like a trip-hammer. She was getting scared. She had already vowed never to do this kind of horrible thing to a girl again. Never.
But for now, she would have to take her own medicine.
And it was awful.
"Bend over the can. Put your belly up against it, and bend over."
Karen felt Patty's hands helping her. The container was freezing cold. Her tummy twitched at the first contact with the icy metal. She felt Patty's hand in the small of her back, pressing, making the contact tight.
Karen bent forward and the sloping top of the trashcan fit neatly into her belly. Her upper body went over, and her head hung down halfway over the other side. Her hands just touched the floor.
"I'm going to tie you like this, so hold still."
Karen mumbled into the gag.
Patty took the cloth belt and placed it over Karen's bare back. She stuffed one end down into the trash container, pushing it through the swinging door, then under the metal bar to which the door was hinged, then up through the swinging door on the other slope of the top. She pulled both ends together and tied them into a tight knot over the small of Karen's stretched back.
This effectively bound the young girl to the garbage container, holding her in her bent-over position.
Karen found it pretty hard to breathe with the pointed top of the can rammed firmly into her tummy.
Patty stepped back for a moment to admire the beauty of Karen's bound body. The backs of the girl's thighs were taut and smooth, and her asscheeks were pulled tight and narrow. Patty felt a growing itch in her clit as she saw the downy brown curls of pussy-hair peeping backward between Karen's thighs. Her cunt slit was fully exposed in the pose she had been forced to assume.
Beautiful, Patty thought. She could easily picture herself kneeling behind Karen's bent body and pressing her lips up between the rear of those sweet pale thighs to kiss that delicious-looking snatch hole.
She shuddered as a wave of pleasure swept over her.
She shook herself out of her reverie, and got busy with the rest of the binding.
She did kneel behind Karen, but she kept her attention on her job. She untied the girl's shoes and worked the long laces out of the tiny holes. When she was finished, she had two long strings, and she used these to tie Karen's wrists to her ankles. She made the girl spread her thighs so her knees could slide around to the sides of the can. This allowed her to bind wrists to ankles, and also spread the girl's asscheeks slightly, further exposing that beautiful crack of her cunt.
But Karen could, by stretching her arms a bit, slide her legs back behind the can and press her thighs together again. So Patty retrieved the ribbon they had used on her, and with it she bound Karen's knees so that she couldn't move them from the sides of the container. The ribbon was tied around one knee, then brought around the front of the can, and tied tightly to the other knee.
Patty was proud of her ingenuity. Karen was bound over the garbage can, exposed, helpless. And stunningly beautiful. "I hope you're comfortable, Karen." There was a loud mumble of discomfort from under the bunched blouse over Karen's head.
Patty grinned and thought about slapping that sweet ass a good one. She could see herself making love to Karen, and the image brought a small gush of juice to her pussy-lips.
"I'm leaving now, Karen. I'll do you the same favor you did me, and leave the light on."
Patty walked over to the door and pulled it open noisily, so Karen would really believe she had left.
"Good night," she said gruffly, and let the door close with a solid click. She remained frozen to the spot for a moment, watching Karen's bound body.
Karen immediately began wiggling her ass in an attempt to free herself. Watching the motion of the young girl's pretty asscheeks began driving Patty up the wall. As cold as it was in the bathroom, she felt herself growing too warm. Her skin was filmed with a fine sheen of sweat.
She saw the toilet stall door push open slowly, quietly, and Peter peered out. He froze when he saw the astonishing bondage she had put Karen into. He glanced at Patty and gave her the high sign.
She grinned back and gave him a funny curtsey.
Karen was still struggling with the bondage.
She worked at the shoe strings with her fingers, trying to untie them at first. Then she tried to simply pull hard enough to break them, but Patty had doubled and tripled the windings, so there was little chance of that.
Both Peter and Patty stood still, taking in the beauty of Karen's tightened butt. The way she shook it and wiggled it drove them both crazy.
Peter's cock grew to immense size, hurting in the confines of his tight pants. He unzipped and hauled his huge pecker out into the air.
Patty was torn between staring in awe at the tremendous cock sticking out of Peter's pants, or watching Karen's wonderful bare ass bounce all over the place as she fought to free herself.
Patty's twat was sizzling. She pressed her thighs tightly together, and began rubbing them slowly, unconsciously.
Karen moaned loudly, and went limp over the metal container. As she relaxed, her thighs opened a little bit more--and her pussy came more fully into view.
Peter's cock lurched toward that cunt-hole like it was a fat snake with a mind of its own.
Peter followed, his eyes glued to the moist slit peeking out invitingly from between those trembling thighs.
As he got closer, though, he began to wonder about another possibility. He didn't know whether or not Karen was a virgin. In her cunt-hole, that was. But he was fairly sure she was a virgin in her asshole.
She had been cowed too easily by Patty to be quite the sophisticated little bitch she pretended to be. She was probably virgin pussy, too, but he'd just had one of those--and if there was anything Peter liked in his fucking, it was variety.
His cock pointed right at Karen's asshole.
Peter felt Patty move up behind him on her bare tiptoes, quiet as a mouse.
He gestured for her to be totally quiet, and just watch the action.
He spread his fingers wide and stepped up to Karen's body. He reached out with both hands, and suddenly grabbed one tight hot asscheek in each hand, and squeezed hard.
Karen screamed violently into the gag, tried to yank her body up and away from the cord tying her over the container, tried to get away from the hands of the crazy monster who had so completely raped poor little Patty.
But the hands held tightly, and Karen could only go limp, whimpering to herself as she felt the hands pulling her narrow asscheeks wide apart, exposing the tightly puckered little button of her pretty brown asshole.
CHAPTER FOUR
Karen hadn't heard the door open. When the hands grabbed her bare tight asscheeks, she jerked hard. Her body locked itself tightly over the trash container.
Patty stepped back, and just watched.
Peter kneaded Karen's asscheeks hard, gouging his fingers deep into the smooth hard muscles. His thumbs dug down between the girl's cheeks and worked nearer and nearer to her virgin asshole.
Karen could feel it. She knew those thumbs' destination. She tried to clench her ass cheeks tightly together, to keep the moving fingers away. But it was hopeless.
One thumb-tip touched her soft moist brown pucker, and Karen screamed into her gag.
She lifted her head inside the blinding blouse, and screamed at the top of. her lungs. But all that could be heard was a muffled moan.
Peter's cock was rigid. He could feel his balls growing heavy, getting ready for a second blast. He massaged Karen's asshole with his thumb, working the girl into a frenzy of terror and lust.
Karen was gasping hard through her nose, feeling the horror that Patty must have felt. And knowing that she was going through the same thing, probably with the same man, calmed her down. After all, he'd left Patty alive and well. He'd just fucked her, then left. And there was no reason to expect he would treat her differently.
But Karen had never taken a cock in her asshole, and she was scared of the pain she was sure would rip through her when he jammed his prick into her bowels.
But she realized there was nothing she could do in this position to stop him.
She had to make it as easy on herself as possible.
She sucked in a deep lungful of air, held it for a long moment, then released it slowly and forcefully. It helped clear her mind. She concentrated for a few seconds, and finally succeeded in relaxing her asscheeks completely.
Peter lifted his eyebrows when he felt the girl's butt stop quivering and tightening under his clutching hands. He glanced over to Patty, and made a face of surprise. Patty shrugged, and nodded for him to go ahead, since Karen seemed ready to take it.
"Good girl, you bitch," Peter said to Karen. He grinned as he felt her twitch. "I'm gonna fuck your butt-hole, baby girl. I'm gonna rip your pretty little asshole wide fucking open."
Karen sniffled and shuddered. Her fingers clawed at her ankles. Her knees hurt terribly in this bent-over pose, and she could feel her legs trembling from the strain. Her belly ached from the pressure of the container top.
The thumb left her asshole. But something else pressed up against it. She knew what it was.
She cried out as she felt the head of Peter's cock begin to pressure the ring of tight muscle around her hole. She gulped hard as the first ripping stab of pain jabbed into her.
It was going to be bad, she knew.
She sucked air in great gulps and snorts. She shook her head as she felt the hard rod begin to twist and work at her asshole harder and harder. She felt Peter's hands move around from her asscheeks to the front of her thighs. He gripped her slender thighs firmly, shifted his hands upward slightly, and stepped his feet up to the side of the container, between Karen's spread feet.
He wiggled his ass to work his cock-head right into her tight hole. He tightened his grip on Karen's thighs and jerked his hips forward, driving the fat cylinder of his prick through the protecting ring of muscle around Karen's asshole.
Karen screamed. Her body lurched and the container almost tipped over.
He rammed his prick all the way into the girl's virgin bowels, butting the head of his hard prick against the soft lump of shit deep up inside her body.
And Karen screamed again. Her ass seared with burning pain, the sharp jabs jolting into her gut.
Peter pulled his cock back out, almost completely, until just the fat hood of the head remained inside her ass. Then he jammed it all the way back into her ass.
Karen screamed again.
Her body shivered hard and shook violently as the massive rod thrust back up her bowels.
Her asshole was so fucking tight and hot and deep. Peter pulled out, shoved in, feeling the tightness. It was like fucking into a tight tube of molasses.
Slowly, the burning eased, and the sharpness of the ripping sensation faded into a dull throbbing. Slowly, Karen began to feel some pleasure in her ass-rape.
She was sweating like a pig. Her bare skin glistened with moisture, even in the coldness of the tiny room. A few drops formed and rolled over her flesh. She felt the man's hands slipping from her thighs as they grew wet with her sweat. Peter's cock seemed to grow larger and harder as he increased his rhythmic thrusting.
He shoved his huge prick faster and faster, deeper and deeper, until his hard nuts were slapping wildly against Karen's puffy young slit, butting into the full lips of her snatch.
Karen grunted hard with each slamming thrust. She felt like she had to take a tremendously healthy crap. Each outward- pull of Peter's cock made her feel like she was going to spill her shitty guts all over the floor.
But she found herself whimpering and moaning, now, as often as she had been gasping and crying out--moaning low in her throat, with the deep gut-churning pleasure she knew told of her coming lusty climax. She felt it. She felt the rod inside her bowels pistoning in and out, driving her body higher and higher into pleasure.
Peter felt it, too. His balls banged wildly into Karen's cunt-mound with each impaling thrust of his prick into her asshole.
He grasped her thighs with his slipping fingers, clawing for a handhold on her warm wet flesh.
He jammed his cock into her hole as far as it would go, his balls almost burying themselves inside Karen's cunt-lips.
And he threw his head back and groaned loudly as he felt his nuts squeeze hard, felt his cock jerk, felt the hot thick jism blast out of his prick and splatter the soft moist tip of Karen's turd, deep up inside her bowels.
Karen stiffened as she felt the man's cock shoved to the hilt within her body. She knew he was close, and then she gasped hard when she felt the first hot gout of cum shoot into her hole. She felt the man jerk, felt his cock explode with each gout of spunk like a pistol going off, over and over.
His bullets of cum blasted into her, filling her asshole with thick boiling jism. She filled quickly. Her asshole was so tight and narrow, the gooey juice began oozing out around the base of the man's cock with each backward pull.
It spilled out of her asshole, and when she felt it rolling warmly down her inner thighs, spread so wide, her climax suddenly shivered over her.
It came slowly, building hard and high before it struck her body. But when it hit, it was like a tidal wave of boiling water, drowning her deep.
Karen shook hard. Her ass wiggled as violently as her restraints allowed. She shuddered with the pleasure quivering her clit. Her nipples, hard and sensitive and bare, rubbed against the cold side of the garbage container, scraped over the folded metal seam up the sides.
She went wild.
Her body leaped and bounded about wildly, shaking the can hard. She shrieked and gasped and snorted loudly. She went taut and hard and motionless for one brief moment, at the height of her climax. The hot goo dripped out of her cunt-hole, smeared Peter's balls, squirted to the floor.
Then she went limp.
Her come twitched her clit a few more times, draining her body of the slimy fluids of her lust, but Karen could only hang limply over the top of the container.
Peter's cock kept spewing cum like there was no tomorrow. He jerked his hips forward and back like a maniac, fucking in and out of that tight young virgin ass for all he was worth.
He jammed deep. He hosed her shit with his slimy jism. He felt his balls grow light and loose. One final spurt, and he could feel his cock already starting to go limp.
He backed up and pulled his cock out of Karen's ravaged hole.
He staggered back a few steps, gulping air, trying to calm his hammering heart. He squatted down on the floor to rest, and he watched Karen's asshole.
His cum was gushing out of that beautiful hole, dripping thickly to the floor or sliding down the insides of the girl's thighs to her knees, wetting the tops of her kneesocks. She quivered weakly once. She moaned.
Patty was trembling with lust. Watching Karen get her pretty asshole raped so fucking hard and good had made Patty hornier than ever.
She could smell sex-juice even over the stench of the small filthy room.
She looked toward Peter, and her eyes locked on his softening prick. It was coated with his thick cum, and traces of Karen's bowel-juices. Patty licked her lips and moved over to him. She squatted down facing him, and without asking him if he wanted it, she pushed backward against his shoulders. He sat back on his ass, and he got the message the moment he saw Patty's eyes.
He stretched himself out on his back, and let the horny teenage schoolgirl have her way.
Patty crouched down on her knees between Peter's spread thighs, and she reached down with both hands to cup his ball-sac which was resting limply on the outside of his pants.
His cock was still fat but only half-hard now, after two great fucks. She bent low over it and sniffed the strong odor of the recent ass-rape.
Patty had been a virgin cunt before Peter raped her, but she was no virgin mouth. She knew all about sucking cock. It had given her an out, when a boy she liked insisted on fucking her. All she had to do was suck him off in the back seat of his car, and she was safe, until next time.
It worked all the time, and she had gotten a reputation around her hometown for being a pretty good blow-job. When that reputation had found its way back to her daddy's ears, all hell had broken loose.
He hadn't reprimanded her. Not one word of anger did he yell at her. No, he simply took her up to her bedroom, unzipped the front of his pants, and demanded equal time.
If his kid was going around giving head to every Tom's Hairy Dick, well, he had more right to her fucking mouth than anybody, didn't he?
Patty hadn't thought so.
She didn't mind sucking a young boy's nice hard cock, but her own daddy's hard old thing was just too fucking much. She had cried and screamed and threatened to tell her mother that he was trying to rape his own daughter.
Within a few weeks, Patty had found herself on a train, bound for Mercy School for Girls.
And here she was, in a tiny bathroom instead of the back of a car, about to take a young boy's cock into her mouth. Again.
Patty smiled as she recalled the many times she'd done this. She loved the taste of cum. She loved the feel of the hard smooth prick deep in her throat. One of her favorite daydreams was winning a cock-sucking contest with that broad who could take the whole nine yards.
She stuck out her tongue and stroked lightly along the soft side of Peter's cock. She scooped a tongueful of goo off the thing, and curled her tongue into her mouth like some lizard who'd just snapped up a fly. She rolled the thick jism around on her tongue, tasting and delighting in it. She could taste the strange flavor of Karen's bowels, too, and it turned her on even more.
Patty lifted her head and glanced back over her shoulder toward Karen's ass. Hmmmm. She wondered what that freshly reamed out crack would taste like. She had never sucked off a girl before, though she had often thought about it. Maybe this was her golden opportunity.
But first she'd clean off Peter.
She turned her attention to the young boy's prick. She got comfortable between his thighs and bent over him again. This time she took his limp cock into her mouth and sucked on it wetly.
She wiggled her tongue all over the thing and grinned as she felt it give a twitch of life between her teeth. She slobbered on it, sucking her own saliva and the cooling cum down her throat.
She popped her lips off the head and kissed her way down into the gooey nest of his cock-hair. She brushed her cheek in the thick curls, wiping up some of the still-warm cum from Karen's twat onto her face. She kissed Peter's forest of hair, burrowing her lips down into it and thrusting her tongue out, stroking his soft sac of nuts.
Peter moaned quietly.
But Karen heard him and stiffened slightly. What was going on back there? she wondered. She could hear the loud slurping sounds Patty was making, but she couldn't identify them right away. She could only hang there, imagining all sorts of horrors the rapist must be preparing to inflict upon her helpless naked young body.
Peter groaned and reached down with both hands, thrusting his fingers into the warm cloud of Patty's long thick hair. He clawed and clutched at the silky stuff, while Patty snuffled about at his balls, licking and kissing and sucking the soft folds of hairy flesh.
"Mmmmm," Peter purred, scratching his fingernails over Patty's scalp. He pulled on her hair a little, forcing her to lift her head a bit. She got his meaning quickly, and sucked his hardening cock back into her mouth.
She was amazed at how fast he was growing hard again. He must be one hell of a stud. Or a sex maniac, like she had thought at first.
She gagged once as the head swelled rapidly into the back of her throat, cutting off her air. She pulled her head back and winced as she felt her hair yanked back. Peter yanked hard enough to pull a few strands from her scalp.
"Mmmff," Patty mumbled, his cock stuffed deep into her mouth.
"Shhh," he warned her, tugging once more on her hair.
He pumped his hard cock slightly, butting it against the back of her throat again. Patty took the warning and got down to business.
She locked her lips down around his fat rod and sucked hard. She tugged backward with her neck and sucked even harder. Peter moaned and relaxed his grip in her hair.
Patty relaxed a bit, too, and began sucking harder, trying to bring the boy off in her mouth as fast as she could. Her mind was already working on images of kissing and sucking the delicious cunt and asshole behind her.
But Peter had other ideas. He had fucked two holes tonight already, and he knew his balls could use a little rest. But he let the girl suck on his cock, and get it nice and hard for him, so he could give her a special gift.
He worked her head, handling her hair like the reins of a horse. Patty thought he was just getting ready to spurt a wad of cum down her throat, and let herself be lulled into a fast head-bobbing rhythm of cock-sucking.
Peter wound the young girl's long hair around his fingers so she couldn't possibly pull away. He pulled the hair taut, and he was ready.
Patty's mouth was locked down over Peter's cock. She was sucking hard, her head going up and down on his solid prick in a fast slurping sucking motion.
Suddenly, Peter lifted his thighs slightly and slammed them against both sides of Patty's head, locking her face down into his crotch. Her mouth bobbed fully over his cock. And he heaved both the girl and himself over so that she was flat oh her back, with his body crouching over her. And his cock rammed deep into her throat.
Patty cried out around his hot cock, but she suddenly gasped and gurgled and choked hard, gulping and swallowing and nearly drowning as Peter began pissing hard into her throat.
His piss was scalding hot, steaming, acrid.
It filled her young mouth to overflowing and began spilling out over her lips, backing up into her nose, gagging her worse than at first. She was practically breathing piss.
She swallowed hard and fast just to keep from drowning in the boiling stream of the boy's urine.
Patty was stunned. She had never expected such a thing as this. He was flooding her stomach with his fucking piss.
She wanted to throw up, but she knew if she did, she really might drown. It made her shake with anger and fear--and also with gut-wrenching lust and pleasure.
She was being used. She was being abused, and forced to take a belly full of Peter's piss. And she loved it. She loved being so completely dominated that she had to suck down mouthful after mouthful of piss.
She gulped it down, gasping between gulps as her mouth quickly refilled. Peter seemed to have an endlessly huge bladder. The hot stream kept coming, and Patty kept swallowing, her throat aching.
Patty shuddered violently under Peter's body. She yawned her jaws wide open and let the piss simply flow down her throat as though she was chug-a-lugging it like a pitcher of beer.
It tasted a little bit like salty beer, too, to the young girl. She hated the taste, and it made her tremble and shake hard, but she loved the sensation of being forced to take it.
Finally, the stream slowed. Peter gave a few grunts, spurted the last few drops into her mouth, then pulled out. His cock slipped up over her lips and he rolled aside. He kept one hand locked in her hair while he got comfortable on his side and watched her.
Patty reacted as he had expected. She let the piss dribble out over her lips to her chin. But a second later, her pointy little tongue snaked out and swiped the moisture of his piss back into her mouth, and she frowned as she carefully tasted it.
She twisted her neck and looked up at Peter. He was grinning at her. He winked.
She licked her lips and smiled prettily at him.
The front of her blouse was soaked with piss. Her nipples poked out the front of the material like two hard little thumbs, revealing the extent of her excitement at having been made to suck piss.
Peter chewed the inside of his cheek as he considered making the girl eat shit, too. He wondered just how far out he could take this one. He had tried these things with other girls, and one or two had let him go this far. But that had been their limit. Patty, though, struck him as a totally different breed of girl than the others.
He gave himself a little shrug and decided to find out.
He pulled on the girl's hair, and she slid upward along the floor until he could force her head to one side and whisper in her ear.
"Patty, I want you to go over to Karen and eat her cunt and asshole out. Make her come in your mouth, if you can."
Patty's heart leaped. She had been thinking about doing that very thing. She could do what she wanted to, and make the boy think she was meekly obeying his orders. Her nipples suddenly felt like they were going to explode with her lust.
Her cunt-hole sizzled. She knew she could probably come in her tight shorts by just lying here thinking about sucking on Karen's wet slit.
She glanced toward Karen's beautiful ass.
She looked back at Peter's handsome face, her eyes wide with expectation.
"Do I have to, Peter?" she asked, making her voice as quiet and submissive as she knew how.
"Yes," Peter said.
Patty lowered her pretty eyes for a moment, so Peter couldn't detect the glitter of delight that lit them up. Then she gulped hard and sat up.
He let go of her hair and watched as she got to her feet. She walked slowly and silently over to Karen's body, and after a brief pause, she knelt behind the girl. She placed herself directly between Karen's parted thighs and looked up into the lush wet nest of the young girl's pussy-mound.
Her body was quivering with anticipation. She let her tongue stroke over her drooling lips. She got up on her knees and scooted closer to Karen's thighs. She lifted her hands and reached upward.
Karen tensed hard as she felt hands return to her thighs. Then she frowned to herself. These didn't feel like the same hands at all. These were softer, the touch much more delicate and hesitant. And the fingernails seemed to be longer, more like those of a girl.
A girl.
Karen stiffened. Suddenly, she tore at her bonds vigorously. She had finally realized what was going on. Patty and the guy who'd fucked her were both in the room with her, and they were both taking turns with her body.
Damn that little bitch.
Damn her fucking ass and cunt, and damn her fucking partner. How could she have been so damned stupid to fall for Patty's whimpering routine? And how could she ever have believed that a man would rape a girl he'd found so perfectly bound, and then simply leave her there? Of course, he would use her again and again, knowing he was perfectly safe all night long!
Karen damned her own idiocy, too.
But there was nothing she could do about the hands pawing her naked thighs and asscheeks. It had to be Patty back there.
And then Karen thought: But what was so terrible about what Patty was doing to her? After all, no matter what had actually happened, Karen and the other girls had left her here alone, bound and defenseless, and anything could have happened to her. So she had a right to be upset with them, and to want some kind of revenge.
Karen grinned.
When she thought about it, she couldn't come up with a better revenge herself. She began to admire Patty's thinking, even as she felt the girl's hands begin massaging her asscheeks with a little more urgency, as though she was turning on to making it with a girl.
And at the bottom line, Karen thought, grinning to herself at her own pun, this was what she had really come back for. Not to save Patty, but to use her. To make love to her. The only difference now was that it was Karen who was bound, and Patty who was the aggressor.
And somewhere in the room, a young man was watching them both.
That knowledge sent a shiver of lust ripping through Karen's tight guts. Her clit responded with a hot throb, and she felt her nipples begin itching terribly.
But when she felt the hot wind of Patty's breath moving closer to her cunt, exposed from behind, she knew enough to relax and enjoy it.
Even so, the first kiss was delicious and sent a jolt of thrilling pleasure through both young girls.
Patty sniffed the overpowering fragrance of the other girl's twat. She felt her body shudder with the strangely familiar taste of Karen's pussy-juice as she thrust her tongue deep into the slimy nest of hair. She scooped out a tongueful and mashed it around in her mouth, tasting it as thoroughly as she could, and then swallowed it.
Her nipples tingled delightedly.
Her own dripping cunt twitched, her clit seeming to grow as large as Peter's prick.
She shoved her face up between those widespread thighs, and forced her lips deep beneath the lush forest of soaked cunt-hair to those bloated cunt-lips that guarded the most delicious twat-slit in the world.
She probed her tongue deep inside, wiggling it into the hot wet cavern, and forcing it as deep into Karen's twat-hole as it could go.
Karen tried to grind her cunt down into Patty's mouth. Her bound pose held her firmly in place, however, and she had to rely on Patty's burgeoning instincts.
Patty seemed to know what to do. She withdrew her tongue, dragging it firmly over Karen's hard little clit, sending the girl into a moaning, writhing quiver of lust.
Both young twats were dripping hot fluids, now. Patty's snatch was as soaked with juices as Karen's. Pulling her head back for a moment, to take a deeper breath, Patty found her eyes close to Karen's asshole. Without even thinking about it, she pressed her lips against the crack of the teenager's ass and burrowed her cheeks down between them, thrusting her tongue ahead, seeking and finding the dark brown button of Karen's raped asshole.
Patty's tongue recoiled upon contact with the bitter-tasting hole, but she shuddered once, and dove back down. She licked and tongued the tight hole, making Karen wiggle. She pursed her lips and tried to plant a kiss right on the pucker--and finally did it. Karen went wild in her bondage as she felt the other girl's mouth sucking at her asshole.
Karen wished she was ready to shit.
What a fucking loaded surprise she would give that little bitch behind her.
Patty kissed and licked and sucked Karen's asshole for a long time, and she pressed one hand up between her legs to work the girl's clit while she was busy with her asshole.
Karen felt her climax coming on, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Suddenly, she went taut and tight, and squeezed her asscheeks together against the sides of Patty's wet face.
Patty clutched the girl's thighs hard, trying to hold on as Karen bounded about on the can.
Patty forced her mouth back down to Karen's gushing twat-hole and jammed her open mouth tightly over her entire slit. She tongued the hot wet clit and felt the oozing juices drip into her mouth, filling it. She quickly swallowed it all down, and plastered her mouth back over the wonderful hole.
Karen twitched and jerked. Her wrists were sore from the tight strings binding them to her ankles. Her belly ached from the pressure of the container. She was drenched in sweat. Her body was going wild.
Patty mashed her mouth harder to Karen's cunt-hole and sucked and tongued the girl's hot drooling clit.
She gulped and gulped down the sweet fluids. And she felt her cunt give a slight climax. She jerked her ass, and her cunt rode over the tight seam in the crotch of the shorts. Her clit rubbed hard over it. She twitched and shivered through her little climax and wet the crotch of the shorts.
Karen shook violently, and then went taut and still. Then she screamed loudly into her muffling gag, and went limp. Her juices continued to pour out of her hole into Patty's sucking mouth for a few seconds.
Finally, she flow of juice stopped, and Patty pulled her mouth reluctantly away from the creamy twat-hole.
She sighed as she sat back on her ass on the floor. Peter slipped over behind her and hugged her from behind, his hands coming around and up to cup the soft underslopes of her tits. Her breasts hung loose inside the blouse, the material pulled tight over them, and her nipples poked out the front into Peter's gently cupping caressing palms.
All three of them were quite thoroughly satisfied.
They didn't hear the door open behind them.
"What the hell's going on in here?" the old janitor gasped. He dropped his broom and it clattered to the floor, almost striking Peter. He came all the way into the room, and only then did he see Karen, too. He stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the beautiful naked ass of the bound young teen.
Peter grinned when he saw the look on the old man's face.
He got to his feet, slung one arm around his grandfather's trembling shoulder. and gestured with his other arm.
"You're next, Gramps."
CHAPTER FIVE
Fortunately, the janitor's eyes and nose were not in the best working order, and he could only see that the girl was bent over the garbage container. He could see she was naked, too, and that she seemed to be bound. But he couldn't tell that she had recently splashed her cum all over the place.
And also fortunately, both Peter and Patty were dressed. The old man took the boy's explanation at face value, and since there were two girls in here with him, he turned and left in disgust, wanting no part of some stupid school kid pranks and initiations. He told them all to get the hell out of the building as soon as they could, and he gave Peter a withering glare that told the boy he was in for another lecture when they got home in the morning.
But under the circumstances, a stern lecture could easily be tolerated as the price of glory.
Peter grinned at Patty as the door closed behind the old fart, and he grabbed her. He hugged her hard and kissed her lips, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth.
Patty sucked his tongue and thrust her thighs against his. She felt his cock leap and grow hard.
"What about the other two girls?" he asked when they broke the embrace.
"Carla and Norma? Yeah. They've got it coming to them, too. And good."
"How about letting this one in on the scheme? Maybe she can lend a hand, or something else."
Patty looked at Karen and thought about it. Could she trust the girl to help carry out the rest of the plan?
Considering Karen's reaction to finding Patty raped, Patty felt that Karen could be trusted--if she was reminded constantly of what could have happened, and that the others needed to learn the lesson the hard way, too.
"Yeah, let's see if she'll help us," the girl finally said.
They quickly untied her and helped her to straighten up. Karen was sore everywhere. She glared at Patty for several moments, while Patty talked rapidly, explaining what she and Peter had in mind for Carla and Norma.
As Karen began to see the wisdom in the plan, she relaxed. She had started this whole thing, after all, and now that it had been taken out of her hands, she could see the justice of Patty's plan.
She looked at them both, the boy who had raped her asshole, and the young girl who had set her up, using her own tactics.
She burst into a lovely grin, and nodded. "Damn right. Let's do it!"
* * *
Norma had been worrying all afternoon. Every since talking with Karen over lunch, and learning that their trick on Patty had cost the young girl her virginity by rape, Norma had been upset. And her emotions had been growing stronger and stronger as the day progressed, until now, alone in her room, she felt tears welling up in her pretty brown eyes.
She was lying on her bed. She was imagining what it must have been like for Patty, bound and totally unable to defend herself as the intruder stroked her smooth skin, touched her everywhere he wanted to, and finally lay down on top of her, crushing her back onto her bound arms and thrusting his cock into her tight twat-hole, ramming in and out, in and out, harder and harder.
Norma felt her heart pounding hard. She saw the picture in her mind as clearly as though she had actually been there. She shivered as she imagined that it was her body bound there on the floor, her twat feeling the fat prick fucking in and out.
She gasped at the first trickle of cunt-sauce. She jerked her hand away from her tit when she realized she was cupping and caressing herself. Her nipples were hard.
Norma wiped a light sheen of sweat from her forehead and stretched out on the bed. She brought her hands together at her throat and began unbuttoning the front of her blouse.
She opened her blouse and pulled it from the waistband of her skirt. Then she reached down and unzipped and unhooked the side of the skirt. She pushed it down over her knees, then used her legs to kick the loose material off her feet.
She touched the front of her panties.
They were soaked already. Warm and sticky with her fluids. She stroked herself lightly, and felt the warmth growing stronger deep inside her.
Her little clit responded with a twitch. She felt the tiny button harden and swell under her fingertip. Her eyes closed dreamily.
Karen had suggested that Norma offer to let Patty strip and tie her and leave her alone in the bathroom. And Norma had found the idea suddenly stimulating. Her panties hadn't been dry since dinner.
Norma was a little bit afraid, though. She wondered if Patty would be content just to leave her bound and nude. Or would she do something else, something that would hurt?
Karen had assured her that she had already talked to Patty. Karen was going to do it, so why shouldn't Norma and Carla?
Norma shrugged. She said she'd think if over.
They had left it at that. But Norma had thought it over, and over, and over. And she had decided to do it. After all, if it would keep Patty from going to the school authorities and getting them all in hot water, it would be worth one night of discomfort. Wouldn't it?
And Karen had told her that she would go with them, and make sure that Patty didn't do anything else. And Norma could go with them when it was Karen's turn.
Norma never questioned that it should be her who went first, and Karen who went last.
She brought her fingertip to her nose and sniffed the sweet fragrance. She moaned and purred. She smelled wonderful, so deliciously feminine.
She pushed her panties down to her knees and spread her thighs a bit. Her fingers toyed with the light curls of her pubic hair, pulling and teasing. Her juices flowed more and more freely, wetting her fingers and her thighs.
Norma brought one hand up to her tits and cupped them one at a time. Her thumb flicked back and forth over her hard nipple-nub, making her groan with pleasure.
She pulled her bra-cups up over her breasts. The bra rested limply around her throat. Norma cupped her warm flesh, feeling the sharp hard pointy nipple drilling into her sweaty palm.
She gave a long loud sigh of pleasure. It was time. Time for her weekly routine. She sat upright on her bed, and quickly stripped herself of every stitch of clothing.
She went to her dresser and pulled out her secret box. It contained the little things she used on her body to make her pleasure greater, to make her body ache and long for release.
She put the box down on her bed and sat before it, cross-legged. She smiled as she opened it. She licked her lips. One of the real reasons she had so easily accepted Karen's idea about repaying Patty in kind was that Norma was a closet bondage freak herself.
It had excited her to think of Patty bound and alone, at the utter mercy of anyone who chanced upon her.
It excited her the same way, to think of herself like that.
She took out a rubber band.
She kissed it tenderly.
Then she pulled her hardened nipple away from the soft mound of her full breast, and began working the rubber band over it, behind the nipple itself, wrapping and twisting until her nipple was a fat red bulge of flesh, swollen into throbbing sensitivity by the tight rubber band.
She repeated this with her other nipple.
They both were hurting, throbbing and burning and pulsing.
But not like they were about to.
Norma lifted a clothespin out of the box. It was a wooden one, with a spring that held the jaws tightly closed. She pressed on the wooden ends, and opened the jaws. Then she fit the jaws right over her hard reddened nipples.
The pain sent a shiver of delight into her spine. The jaws clamped down so fucking hard she could barely breathe for a moment.
She gulped hard, and fit the other pin over her other nipple.
It took all her willpower not to rip those hurting pins and bands off her nipples. But she knew from experience that it would feel so wonderful in a few minutes, if only she could stand the torture that long. It was part of her pleasure, trying to tolerate the agony.
Next, she pulled out a thin little belt-like contraption. It had a large knobbed cylinder on one of the straps. She slipped off the bed, and stepped into the harness-like thing.
The cylinder fit up under her body, but it didn't slide into her cunt-hole. It went into her asshole. Norma had to squat down a bit and consciously relax as she pressed the fat rod up inside her asshole. It hurt a little, but once the hooded head had slipped through the tight ring of ass-muscle, it seemed locked in place forever.
"Oooo," she sighed, straightening back upright. She brought the other straps up and around her thighs and buckled them together over her hip. She pulled out of the box a tiny padlock and slipped it through the small ring at her hip. She pressed it home, and without the key, she would be locked into this thing forever.
Norma often wore her special belt to class under her school dress. It was uncomfortable as hell, but the feeling of complete fullness that it gave her was delightful.
She shuddered as she climbed back onto her bed.
The straps in front went up along either side of her pussy-lips, leaving her cunt-hole available for anything else she might want to put in there.
She pulled out a strange-looking device. It consisted of a strap that went around behind her neck, and two thin bars of metal that could be clamped together very tightly by turning two screws.
Norma slipped the strap over her head, lifting her brown hair out of the way behind her neck. The strap was in one piece, and it stretched. It fit very snugly around her neck.
The double metal bar was positioned over her lips. Norma opened her mouth, and worked the bar between her teeth. The flat pieces of metal forced her to hold her mouth wide open over and under them.
But the point of this item was Norma's tongue. She thrust her long pointy tongue out of her mouth, between the flat metal bars. Then she began tightening the screws.
She winced.
This thing hurt her worse than the other things put together. But it was also her special delight.
Her tongue felt like it was being crushed between the bars. She twisted and tightened, tears filling her eyes. She blinked hard to keep from crying.
The bars locked her tongue in place, pulled far out of her mouth, aching in the root, deep in her throat. It also made it almost impossible for her to swallow properly. She drooled a lot when she wore this, but she loved it.
She sighed and let her mouth get adjusted to the painful device again. She wore it quite often, sometimes putting it on before she went to sleep and leaving it on until it woke her in the middle of the night.
Her nipples throbbed hard, and her asshole felt like it was bloated full of shit. Her tongue ached very painfully. But she had more in her magic box.
Her heart beat fast. It was nearing time for lights out, and she would probably go to sleep with her pain. She would not bring herself off, but let it build and build until she really couldn't stand it another second.
It was so fucking good then.
She could blast her cum across the room, if she wanted to.
She decided against the fat vibrating dildo tonight. No, she would rather let the frustration add to her pleasure.
She brought out the double set of handcuffs, with the short links of chain between the cuffs.
She locked one pair around her ankles, tightly. The cold steel cut into her soft warm flesh.
Her legs were locked tightly together. She rested forward on the bed, grinding her swollen throbbing nipples into the blanket. She placed her box under her bed, then brought both arms up behind her back. She bent her legs at the knees, and fumbled for the second pair of cuffs. These she finally clicked over each of her thin wrists, effectively hog-tying herself.
She was lying on her tummy, her nipples tightly bound in the rubber bands and clipped with the clothespins, which now mashed her nipples deep into the soft full mounds of her tits.
Her asshole was filled with the fat hooded rod of the butt-plug, and her bowel discomfort was growing steadily harder to bear.
She was drooling heavily onto her bed. Her tongue ached and pulsed between the metal clamps. She couldn't even wiggle it, and it felt like it was being slowly pulled out by the roots.
And finally, she was hog-tied with the handcuffs. Her legs were bent and her arms were drawn behind her back. The only way out was for Norma to slip off the bed, work her box out from under it, tip it over so it would spill, and she could retrieve the key to the cuffs.
But that meant many long minutes of agony, working her bound body off the bed, rubbing her agonized nipples over the bedspread, moving her ass and grinding the butt-plug deeper into her bowels, possibly knocking her mouth against the bed, and bringing such searing pain to her stretched tongue that she would nearly scream.
Norma sighed.
Yes, she thought to herself, it would be an easy pleasure to let Patty tie her up in that bathroom. And maybe, if Norma had any luck at all, the same guy who raped Patty would still be around, and pay her a visit.
Norma knew she could use a good fuck.
She just didn't know how close she was to getting one.
* * *
Norma awoke suddenly, and gasped. She was moving. She was upside down. She screamed.
Was it a nightmare?
Her scream seemed closed in, muffled. She screamed again, but she couldn't struggle. Her arms were tightly bound behind her back, and her legs wouldn't work. They, too, were locked behind her.
Norma came around enough to realize she was still in her handcuffs. And she still wore the rest of her elaborate bondage gear.
But now she was wrapped in some kind of heavy blanket, and she was being carried somewhere.
But how, and where?
She could hear muffled voices outside the blanket. They seemed to be giggling as they jerked her along. Norma was frightened, but she was as helpless as a baby.
Damn.
Her heart hammered hard in her chest. Her nipples rubbed in burning agony over the roughness of the material of the blanket. She discovered the clothespins were missing.
Probably knocked off inside the blanket someplace.
She heard a door open, and then the echoing of the giggles, like they had entered some kind of empty hall.
Now they were struggling with her up a flight of stairs, telling each other to be quiet.
Norma relaxed. Whatever was going to happen to her, there were other girls present. She could tell by the voices.
Then it struck her. Shit. This was Karen and Patty. They had some guy helping them, the damned bitches. But Norma felt her clit swell. Some guy. Some guy was going to help Patty bind her in the bathroom. As though she wasn't already bound enough.
Norma suddenly blushed deeply. Well, her little secret was definitely no longer a secret. At least three people knew she was a closet masochist.
Norma only hoped the stupid fuckers had enough sense to take full advantage of the fact.
"In here with the bitch, Peter."
"Shit, she's heavy."
"No, it's that fucking thick blanket. Couldn't you find something a little lighter?"
"Piss off."
"Fuck you."
"Hey, let's get this show on the road, you guys. Stop fighting and get Norma out of there. She must be awake by now."
Norma felt the blanket lowered to the floor. Suddenly, one end was yanked hard, and she flipped over and over and found herself rolling hard across the filthy bathroom floor.
She came to a stop, breathing hard, face down. Her nipples were screaming with burning pain. The cuffs had bitten in so deep that her circulation had been cut off, and her hands and feet tingled like a million needles were thrust into them.
But her tongue really throbbed. She had struck her face in the roll across the floor, and her tongue had been mashed even harder between the metal bars. It had also picked up a load of dust and filth, which Norma could taste.
"Well, well, well," Patty said sarcastically. She walked over and slowly squatted down in front of Norma's face. Norma lifted her head to look at Patty, and could see right up the girl's short skirt. She didn't have on any panties.
Norma felt her cunt gush.
Oh, God, let them do it to me. All of it. Everything I've ever dreamed of. Now!
Patty reached out and gently stroked the side of Norma's face. She smiled.
"You know why you're here, bitch?"
Norma gulped and nodded.
"You know what's going to happen to you?"
Norma shook her head slightly. Patty smiled and spread her knees wider. "You see my cunt Norma?" Norma blinked.
"Well, you and Karen and Carla are responsible for my cunt getting raped last night." Norma moaned.
"And tonight, bitch, it's your turn."
Patty stood up. She looked down at Norma's body. The girl was already naked and bound. But they had no intention of simply leaving her for the rest of the night, to endure what she obviously longed to endure.
"Roll over onto your back, Norma."
Struggling hard, wincing, Norma obeyed the order. She glanced at Peter, and her throat tightened. God, if only a guy like that would fuck me, she thought. She had been fucked by a lot of guys, but nothing that looked like that hunk of manhood.
"Look at me, Norma, not at old Peter."
Norma reluctantly tore her eyes from the front of Peter's pants, and looked directly up into Patty's eyes.
"You want it, don't you?" You want Peter here to fuck the miserable shit out of you, don't you?"
Norma gulped hard again, then nodded.
Patty laughed.
"OK. You want this hunk of pussy-meat, Peter?"
"Sure. I'll give her a fuck or two."
"OK. But first, a little something for me, OK, Norma?"
Norma frowned, not understanding. She thought Patty meant that Peter would fuck her first, before he could fuck Norma.
"You do everything I tell you to, and take everything I give you. Then you can have Peter's nice big fat old prick shoved up your ugly snatch. Deal?"
Norma decided she was in no position to refuse, so she nodded.
Patty nodded back. "Good. You spit on me while I was tied up. Remember?"
Norma moaned as she nodded again.
"Your turn, only this time I do more than spit."
Norma couldn't figure out what Patty meant, but a little spit sure the fuck couldn't hurt. She watched as Patty straddled her head, then got down on her knees.
Patty sat back on her heels, and bent her face down over Norma's face, so her mouth was only inches from Norma's opened mouth.
She worked up a tremendous mouthful of saliva, then let it dribble slowly out of her mouth and into Norma's.
The bubbly white spit sank down over the metal bars, and landed far back on Norma's stretched tongue. A huge gob of spit, it began rolling down toward the back of the girl's throat. Norma gagged.
"Swallow it, bitch!" Patty ordered.
She watched as Norma fought to swallow down the thick gob of saliva, shuddering at the disgusting thing.
Patty then lifted up, and scooted down until her knees bumped into Norma's shoulders. Her bare cunt was now directly over the girl's opened mouth.
Patty strained and suddenly hot piss blasted from her piss-hole, splashing down Norma's helpless throat. Patty had saved up all evening, drinking beer after beer to help fill her bladder. It was paying off now, as she felt the hot pleasure of release, and the added pleasure of pissing into the other girl's mouth.
Patty's thighs trembled. Her piss-hole squirted an endless stream of piss into Norma's sputtering, gagging throat. Patty could feel her piss dripping down the insides of her thighs.
Norma was gulping hard, gagging violently on the hot salty piss that flooded into her mouth. It was the very thing she had always dreamed of. Forced to gulp down mouthful after mouthful of piss. Her whole body shuddered with pleasure.!
Patty's piss slowly stopped, and she lifted her cunt off Norma's mouth, squeezed the last few drops from her pisser onto Norma's pretty face. She got off and stood up.
Norma's face and hair were soaked with warm piss. Her mouth dribbled some of the golden fluid as she gulped down the last of it.
"Spit on me again, Norma," Patty said, her voice low and dangerous, "and I'll make you eat shit.
Norma shuddered hard. God, Patty, make me do it now. But with her tongue silenced, she couldn't plead for it. She could only lie there and moan.
It was Peter's turn.
Norma closed her eyes in pleasure as she felt Peter get down on top of her body. With her legs bent back under her, his weight hurt her knees and ankles. But Norma thrilled to the touch of the handsome man's cock pressing against her slimy cunt-hole.
She was steaming hot. her channel was dripping with juices, waiting for his rod to slam home inside her.
Peter jerked his hips and his prick slid like a hot knife into soft butter, all the way up her tight wet channel. His balls slapped hard against the girl's cunt-mound.
Peter let his full weight down on top of her, crushing his broad chest into her banded nipples, grinding them into the full mounds of her tits.
Norma groaned hard. She whipped her head from side to side as the pressure of his body increased. Her legs throbbed and ached under her. Her cunt clenched and sucked at the fat cock inside her pussy. Her whole body seemed to expand with the mounting lust in her churning, twisting, pulsing guts.
She heaved her hips upward, ground her pussy against his cock and nuts. She went wild under his heavy body, rubbing her clit back and forth as she jerked and twitched her ass and tummy against his body.
Peter gripped the girl's shoulders hard, digging his fingernails into her skin. Norma winced and whined. Her head lashed wildly, throwing her long hair all over her face.
Peter humped harder and harder, jamming his big prick into her sucking wet hole as deep as he could go.
Peter could feel his nuts squeezing tight. He knew he was near. He knew the plan. He thrust a few more times, battering Norma's cunt hard, making sure he would blast his load. Then he yanked his hard cock out of the girl's gushing hole, and threw himself over onto his back.
Patty and Karen were both ready. They jumped down on either side of the boy, and as his cock began spurting cum, first Patty and then Karen jammed their hot mouths down over his gushing prick. They took turns sucking a mouthful of cum, and swallowing it down, grinning at each other as they did so.
Peter was finally finished.
Norma was crying.
Her body continued to hump the air in wild frustration. Her cunt was so damned near coming she couldn't stand it. Her clit burned for release. It was the worst she had ever experienced. She clawed at the handcuffs under her; she tried to tear her tongue free of the metal bindings. She jerked and pumped in the air like a maniac. She couldn't get off. She was so fucking close, yet so awfully far away.
She wept quietly as she humped and fucked the air, trying to roll over and fuck the floor.
"Let's get her up," Patty said, giggling.
Karen and Peter lifted the writhing young girl to her knees. Patty, who had found the box, unlocked the ankle-cuffs. She left the wrist-cuffs in place, and locked the ankle-cuffs around the girl's wrists, too.
They hauled her into one of the toilet stalls. Earlier, they had rigged up a chain and pulley to one of the overhead pipes. Norma was seated on the toilet, then a chain was looped around both of her ankles.
She didn't understand--until Peter started hauling on the loose end of the chain, and Norma sat there wide-eyed, watching her feet lift in quick jerks.
Her knees rose up to her eye level, and she knew she was going to be suspended completely upside down.
She moaned and shook her head, but it didn't do her the least bit of good.
Karen and Patty each lifted upward, holding Norma by her upper arms, until her legs were stretched out straight above her head. Then they slowly and carefully lowered the girl's upper body, until she was dangling from the ceiling, upside down.
"Lower away, Peter, " Karen called.
Patty casually lifted the toilet seat, and Nor-ma's head was lowered fully down inside the bowl.
Norma felt her hair hanging down into the cold water. It quickly soaked up the water, and chilled her scalp. Norma whimpered weakly. Her face grew bright-red as the blood rushed to her head.
Patty looked down at Norma's lovely face inside the toilet bowl.
"Hey, down there," she called.
Norma looked up at Patty. Patty waved. "Horny?" she asked.
Norma humped her cunt forward and moaned loudly.
Patty reached down and tweaked Norma's throbbing nipples. Norma groaned with lust.
"Well, Peter here will finish you off with his mouth, Norma."
Norma's eyes grew wide. She pumped her cunt forward again.
"But first, you have to piss for us."
Norma grunted.
"Yes, piss. Upside down. Piss into the nice toilet for us, and Peter, a pisser if ever there was one, will eat your gushy little twat for you like you've never dreamed possible."
Norma shut her eyes. God, she needed to be eaten. She wanted to come so bad, it was a worse pain than her bondage, than her upside down position.
She nodded hard, and began concentrating on pissing. It took her a few seconds. A slight trickle of golden fluid dribbled out from between her cunt-lips. It flowed downward toward the toilet over the girl's bare taut tummy and between her tits. It ran over her chin and farther down over her face. Some of her piss got in her nose. She snorted loudly. It echoed from inside the toilet bowl.
Her hair swished and splashed in the frigid water in the bowl as she shook, trying to squeeze more piss from her hole.
And suddenly, a huge geyser of hot piss sprayed out of her cunt and splattered everyone in the stall with her. It became a bubbling spring of piss, and flowed down over her suspended body in a dozen hot rivers of gold.
Her breasts and face became soaked with her piss. Her cunt lips gushed and gushed as she let go.
Norma had done her best. She gulped with the greatest of difficulty. She sighed and moaned. She hung there, waiting for Peter's mouth to press against her steaming, burning, gushing cunt-hole, and suck her into oblivion.
She lifted her head slightly.
There was only silence.
The stall was empty.
She called out in a moan.
Damn, you fucking freaks! They had left her, while she was concentrating on doing what they told her to do. She shivered as her piss began to cool and dry on her naked flesh.
Good God, they couldn't really be planning on leaving her alone in here, hung upside down like this?
Could they?
No, Norma thought to herself. No, this was just another damned fucking trick. Everybody was so motherfucking full of tricks lately. Damn them all.
Damn us all, she corrected herself.
Instead of just fucking, we're wasting our time playing fucking tricks on each other.
What a stupid time to get philosophical, she thought. She hung there, swinging slightly, her head inside the toilet, her brown hair swishing silently in the cold water.
She was freezing.
She stiffened. Was that the door?
She listened.
Somebody was shuffling into the room. More tricks? Norma strained to listen. Suddenly, she shrieked loudly. The door to the stall had been yanked wide open, and there stood an old man. He stuck his head forward and looked down into the toilet bowl.
He shook his head.
"Hey! You get out of here, right now!" he told the young girl. "You damn kids think this is some kind of all-night fun spot, don't you? Well, let me tell you, young lady, it isn't."
Norma was whimpering loudly, trying to get the old man to let her down.
He stepped back for a moment and looked this strange little girl over. She was upside down, there was no doubt about that. He leaned backward and checked the door. Nobody. Hmmm. He reached forward with his quaking old hand, and with the very tip of his finger, Old Bill the janitor poked against Norma's young cunt-mound. It had been many long years since Bill had even seen such a thing, let alone actually touched one. He had just wanted to see if they had changed any, over the years.
But at the touch of the man's fingertip, poked right into her swollen screaming clit, Norma went over the top.
She screamed and jerked and her cunt began sputtering gout after gout of cum.
She shook and shuddered violently, shaking her chains as she came and came and came.
Old Bill's eyes grew wide, and he gulped hard.
God Almighty!
He backed out of the stall, and hobbled quickly out of the bathroom, shutting off the light as he went.
Norma shuddered in the freezing dark, bound and alone, upside down, her head in a toilet bowl. Her pretty hair lashed hard back and forth in the cold water. And her juices flowed down over her body, slowly, in nice warm streams of gooey love.
CHAPTER SIX
They didn't leave Norma suspended like that all night. Within ten or fifteen minutes, they all trooped back into the bathroom and released Norma from her bondage.
Norma was extremely pleased with the way things had turned out. She had found a group of people who would happily treat her the way she had always longed to be treated. And they all reacted delightedly when Norma suggested they form a club, and indulge in their own private fantasies all they wanted to, with complete cooperation from the other members.
Patty then told Norma about Carla, and how they planned to get her up to the bathroom. Carla was a special case, all the way around. She had reacted to the news of Patty's rape with a casual, "So what?"
Karen had been shocked, and usually there was little that would shock her. But such a lack of concern, considering that it had been mostly their fault, seemed thoroughly inhuman of Carla.
Something special had to be devised for Carla. Something very special.
* * *
Carla was nobody's fool. She was a beautiful teenage girl who had been born to a mother who didn't want her, but kept her anyway. Mistreated since the day she had been born, Carla had developed a strong sense of self, and self-defense.
She was a highly intelligent young girl. Her nastiness was mostly a pose. She let herself go along with girls like Karen just for the thrill of action, rather than sitting around her room alone. But there was method in her madness. She knew that if they were caught in any of these little escapades, it -would be the leader, Karen, who got into the deepest trouble, and she would be let off with little more than a slap on the wrist.
So Carla had developed a subtle method of leading from the sidelines. She could make a fairly large group of girls do her bidding, and make it seem to those same girls that each and every idea had been their own.
But she was growing bored with Mercy School. It was much too tame and lifeless, even with the occasional molestation of a stupid bitch like prissy Patty.
Carla had been sent to the school after her mother moved out of their apartment and left Carla alone. Carla had come home one afternoon and found the place abandoned. She lived there alone for two weeks before she was discovered stealing food from a local grocery store.
They had sent her to Mercy out of mercy. She could have gone to a detention school, or a work farm. But her intelligence seemed unusually high, and the court decided to give her the chance of her life. Or so they called it.
And Mercy had been quite a pleasant change of pace for the girl. Classes were a trifle boring, because she already knew most of the material. Her intelligence wasn't simply latent, it was full-blown. Carla had spent many years reading and learning all she could, often finding herself at odds in her regular school system.
But here at Mercy she found she could go at her own pace. The problem, she quickly found, was that she no longer was content to read books. Her body was taking charge of her life, making her long for the unknown sensation, where her mind had longed for the unknown fact.
She began sneaking out late at night on dates with the local boys. The boys knew the girls at Mercy were loose and wild, and Carla had been shocked on her first date when she found out she was casually expected to fuck.
Being a virgin, she didn't even know how to fuck. Let alone want to, on a first date. But the boy had been fairly nice about it, when he discovered that his young date was a fucking cowardly virgin who had no intention of putting out a little harmless pussy...
His name was Phil. He shook his head at Carla, then opened his door.
"Hey, Frank. Jerry. Come on over here a minute, I want you to see something unique."
Carla had shivered against the passenger door as one of the other boys ducked his head and looked past Phil at her. The other boy was at the window beside her head, grinning in at her.
"She's a virgin."
"A what?"
"A virgin. A real live virgin."
"Naw."
"Yep."
"Well, shit, man. We better get a closer look at this, don't you figure?"
"That's what I was thinking, Frank," Phil laughed. He reached across Carla's well-filled blouse and unlocked her door. Jerry shoved into the front seat beside the girl, forcing her over between himself and Phil. Frank locked his car, then hopped into the back seat.
Carla cringed as Frank draped himself over the back of her seat and breathed hotly against the back of her neck. She winced as Jerry placed a palm firmly on her knee and began dragging his hand and the hem of her skirt upward over her slender thigh.
"Please," Carla whined, pushing at the creeping hand on her stockinged leg.
"Oh, she wants it, Phil!" Jerry laughed, squeezing the girl's trembling thigh hard. He bent closer and began nibbling at her hair over her ear.
"Don't," she pleaded.
Behind her, Frank reached over and grabbed her large tit. Carla jerked at the pawing touch, and grabbed the hand to push it away from her breast. But as she let go of Jerry's hand, he rammed it up under her skirt all the way, grabbing the front of her panties in his fist and kneading her firm young twat-mound hard between his strong fingers.
Carla began crying, unable to fight off so many clawing, pawing hands at one time. She let her hands fall to her sides, and let the boys have their way with her young quivering body.
Phil started the car and pulled it out of the drive-in stall. He moved out onto the highway, and headed away from the lights of the city.
While he drove, one of his hands crept up under her skirt, massaging her thigh where her stocking-top ended. She could feel both boys' hands up under her skirt.
Frank had grabbed her other tit, now, and was kissing the back of her neck wetly, slobbering all over her warm skin. She shivered as she felt some of his saliva roll down under the collar of her blouse.
"Oh, please," she begged weakly. She knew exactly what these boys had in mind. They were going to take her out of town and rape the shit out of her.
She felt weak and helpless. She was hot and sweaty and frightened out of her wits. She wanted to go home.
The ride seemed endless. Hands were everywhere on her body, pawing and probing. Frank was sucking huge hickeys onto her neck. Jerry had bent over and was licking her thighs, wetting the nylon of her stockings with his saliva.
And all the while, the three boys kept up a disgusting banter about her virginity, and her body.
"She smells like a virgin down here, Phil."
"I don't know, guys. Her neck is kind of salty."
"She feels nice and soft here."
Carla whimpered when Phil gave her thigh a particularly hard and prolonged squeeze.
"Who's gonna have her pussy first?"
"I am, you motherfucking asshole!"
"Yeah, that's only fair, Jerry. She's his damned date, ain't she?"
"OK, but I get her asshole first."
"Like shit, boy. Asshole's my specialty."
"Go to hell. You don't know an asshole from your nose."
"Hey. You fuck the bitch's mouth, and shut your own fucking mouth, you shit-sniffin' dorf."
Carla was sobbing quietly to herself. The voices lost meaning. The hands became horrible spiders, crawling all over her. The car engine droned on and on through the darkness.
"Oh, dear God," Carla burst out. "Please, don't hurt me. Please, let me go home!"
"Somebody shut this whimpering little twat up," Phil mumbled.
"You still got that rope and shit in the back, Phil?"
"Yeah, but I ain't stopping the car until we get there, so use something else on her for now."
Jerry gripped one of the straps from the girl's garter belt and yanked. It broke in his fist. He broke the others around one stocking, and began pulling the stocking down her thigh.
"Hey, haul this kid in the back seat, you fucking idiots."
Carla felt Frank's hands clutch her tits from under her arms, and lift her suddenly. She shrieked loudly as she was lifted and mauled and shoved backward over the seat, to fall in a heap on Frank's lap.
"Hi, Babe!" Frank laughed merrily. Jerry threw himself over the seat and kneed the girl hard in her belly.
"Sorry," he said.
The two boys got her worked around between them. "Make her do it herself, Frank." They stared at Carla. "You heard the man, bitch. Do it." Carla gulped.
"Do what?" she whispered.
"Take your fucking stockings off, that's what. And shut your bitching mouth."
Carla nodded meekly, then slipped her hands up under her skirt and fumbled for the loosened stocking-top. She found it and rolled it down to her ankle. She had to unbuckle her shoe before she could slip the stocking from her small foot.
She was wearing high heels. She had loved those shoes. They were the first real heels she had ever owned, and she'd bought them with her own money.
She handed her stocking to Jerry.
"The other one."
She unhooked her other stocking and rolled it down her long leg. Both feet were bare now, and her shoes were lost someplace on the floor of the car.
"Panties," Jerry ordered the girl.
Her eyes filling with tears, Carla lifted up on the seat, shoved her hands up under her, and slipped down her panties.
Frank grabbed them out of her hands and shoved them under his nose.
"Man, oh, man! Virgin cunt!"
He sniffed again and again, then leaned forward and pushed the panties under Phil's nose. He took a long deep breath of the sweet perfume.
"Pussy, pussy, pussy!" he sang in joy.
Carla sniffled and swallowed hard. Her heart was beating hard and fast. She was scared. She was so young. Too young. She didn't want to be raped.
But her feelings didn't enter the picture for the three boys. They had a girl with a pair of tits that wouldn't quit, and her age didn't make any damned difference, or her tears. Because she looked eighteen, they automatically assumed she was that old. After all, she was in the junior class at the school, and that had to mean she was old enough to fuck, didn't it? It never entered the boys' minds that she was simply the victim of her high intelligence.
"Open up, babe."
"Huh?"
"Open your fucking mouth, stupid."
"Why?" Carla asked, confused and lost. "So I can gag you, you fucking little creep."
"Oh," Carla said distantly. She opened her mouth wide and let the boy stuff her warm panties deep into her mouth. She let him take her shoulders and force her to turn around so he could wrap one of her stockings tightly over her gagged mouth, tying it tightly behind her neck.
She felt him yank both her arms behind her back and bind her wrists so tightly together that they began hurting instantly.
She was beyond help now, for sure.
She gave herself up to her fate.
And that was when she finally began to enjoy it.
Not that it was absolute delight from the beginning. Far from it. But once she let herself go, she could absorb whatever pleasure there was in her own rape, for herself. It was just another form of the same old defense mechanism. If you can't fight them, join them.
And there sure as hell was no way Carla could fight them.
Eventually, the car turned off the main highway, and drove for a few miles into the woods. Carla was thoroughly lost by the time Phil pulled down a dark lane and stopped the car in front of a battered old cabin.
The boys hauled her out of the car and dragged her over the rutted dirt to the cabin porch.
Phil fumbled for the key, and finally he unlocked the door.
They shoved her inside. It took them several minutes to get the lanterns lit, and to build a small fire in the fireplace. All the while, Carla shivered on the dusty, musty couch facing the fireplace. She made herself as comfortable as she could, which was not very comfortable at all.
"OK, I'm first," Phil said, rubbing his hands together and stepping over in front of Carla.
She looked up at him. Her eyes flickered down to the hard fat bulge in the front of the boy's pants.
"Look at her. She's checking out the size of my fucking cock already. Hot bitch for a virgin, ain't you, Carla?"
She gasped as Phil reached down and grabbed the front of her blouse. He gripped the soft material on either side of the line of buttons, and pulled. The buttons popped all over the place, and her blouse ripped open.
"Get a load of these knockers, men!"
They were already crowded around the girl. But all they could see was the huge well-filled cups of her bra.
"Hey. Get that fucking bra off her, man, so we can see the goodies."
"Hold your fucking horses, asslick, and I will."
He grabbed the girl by both slim shoulders and yanked her up to her feet. She shook as he stripped her blouse down her arms and let the loose material dangle behind her. He stuffed his fingers up under both bra-cups, and gave a sharp upward tug. Her breasts flopped out from under the cups, and the bra snapped around her throat.
"Jesus!"
Carla's bared young tits were beautiful. Full and round, they stuck out like twin melons, high on her chest. Each tit was capped with a rosy pink nipple, and the boys snorted with delight as they watched those nipples swell and harden before their eyes.
"She's horny for it, men. Let's get it into her."
Carla whimpered as she was roughly thrown down on a mattress and spreadeagled. Jerry and Frank held her legs wide open as Phil unzipped his pants, pulled out his incredibly fat cock, and dropped to his knees between Carla's quivering thighs.
"You're gonna love it, Carla."
Phil threw himself down on top of her, his chest crushing into her breasts, forcing the air from her lungs. She twitched as she felt the boy's hard prick-head poking into her soft twat-mound. He wiggled his ass and worked the head of his cock between Carla's cunt-lips, grinding it into her warm moist slit.
Carla chewed on the panties in her mouth, the tight stocking cut into the corners of her mouth. She wished they would take the gag out of her mouth. It was ruining any chance she seemed to have of getting some pleasure out of this for herself.
She tensed as she felt the boy's cock pushing into her slit. Her hole was too tight. It was stretching. It burned. It felt like she was ripping. She jerked. She arched her back off the mattress, drilling her pointed hardened nipples into Phil's hairy chest.
The boy jerked his hips and rammed his cock deep into Carla's virgin hole. He sighed as the tight channel sucked his cock deeper. He began moving at once, pulling out and shoving all the way back into her twat-hole.
Carla sniffled and blinked back tears as she felt her hole stretching to take the full length and width of the boy's immense raping prick.
He pumped in and out. Carla felt her cunt grow slimy with her fluids, and soon the burning friction of the hard cock in her dry cunt-channel became a soothing soft fucking, sucking and slurping loudly as the cock slid smoothly in and out.
Carla's body responded. She lifted her hips slightly, and shifted the angle of her cunt-hole so the boy's prick would rub her swelling clit better, harder.
She moaned, and turned her face to one side. She closed her eyes. Phil hunched his body so he could dip his mouth down and suck on one of Carla's big nipples. She stiffened at the first wet stroke of his tongue, cried out into the gag as she felt his teeth nibble on the sensitive bud.
But it felt good. Deep in her guts, the hard pounding of the huge prick felt good. Deep in her tits, the chewing and gnawing on her nipple felt good.
Carla bucked under the boy's heavy body. Phil rode her hard. He slammed his cock in and out of her tight pussy harder and faster, grunting loudly as he strained to ram it through her spine.
The young girl groaned. She felt her clit sizzling now. She was lost for good. She was beginning to like this rough treatment. It was just what she had always feared, and always expected would happen to her.
Maybe she had even helped it to happen. She had known what kind of boys dated the girls at Mercy, hadn't she? Sure. And she had deliberately worn stockings and high heels, and a short skirt, and a tight blouse.
She had asked for this.
She wanted it.
She clenched her jaws and bucked her cunt-hole back up over Phil's humping, fucking prick.
She tightened the inner muscles deep inside her cunt, and sucked hard on the fat cock. She humped the boy back, fucking him harder than he could ever fuck her.
She went wild.
She jerked her ankles out of Jerry's and Frank's hands, and threw her legs up around Phil's thighs, locking her cunt tightly to the boy's big body.
She was snorting loudly through her nose, fighting for a deep lungful of air. She twisted her wrists, trying to free her arms so she could hug the boy to her, claw at his hair, scratch his back with her fingernails.
Phil gripped the girl's shoulders. He sucked at her nipple so hard he could taste some kind of sweet fluid on his tongue. Carla moaned and arched her back, thrusting her tit and nipple deeper into Phil's mouth.
"Fuck her, man!"
"Yeah! Look at her move!"
Frank pulled his cock out of his pants and began jerking it hard. Jerry crouched down near Carla's head, and began stripping the stocking from around her pretty face.
Carla was so far gone into the throes of her lusty fucking that she didn't realize the gag was out of her mouth until she felt something else trying to get inside.
She opened her eyes and stared up into the dark nest of Jerry's cock-hair. His balls were dangling against her lips.
She opened her mouth wide, and Jerry squatted his nuts right down into the hot cavern. Carla wiggled her tongue over the soft sac of nuts, and felt them tighten in her mouth.
She sucked and slurped all over Jerry's balls. The boy groaned with pleasure. His cock was rigid, aiming right at the top of Phil's bobbing head.
"Ohhh, suck 'em, baby! Suck my fucking nuts!"
"Fuck her face, Jerry! Fuck her damned throat!"
Jerry wanted to do just that, stuff his cock right down the struggling girl's throat and fill her belly with his cum. But Phil was pumping hard and lying over her body, and Jerry couldn't get into the right position to stuff the girl's hot mouth. He was feeling good enough right now with his nuts down there, with her sucking sweet lips doing his balls to perfection.
Carla sucked and tongued Jerry's balls. She kissed them and nuzzled them and loved them. She wanted his cock in her mouth.
"Ohhh," she moaned around the dangling sac. It was muffled by the thick forest of hair surrounding the boy's nuts.
She felt a sudden lurch in her guts. Her tummy went hard and taut, and she arched upward off the mattress a bit.
Her clit was on fire. She felt the slow rise of pressure deep within her fucking cunt, building and building. And suddenly, she jerked hard and slammed herself flat on the bed, thrusting her ass high and twitching and bouncing wildly under the pumping body and the hanging balls.
She came.
She gushed and cried out and purred and humped Phil's impaling cock. And she sucked harder on Jerry's balls.
Phil jammed his prick deep and began blasting the girl's hot womb with his cum. His cock slipped and slid in and out of her slimy hole, smearing itself with his cum, and with the thick slime of Carla's pussy-juice.
They humped and pumped together, matching the other's rhythm in a violent bashing of their loins. Her cunt sucked and tugged at his swollen prick, and he flooded her tight hole with gout after scalding gout of thick cum.
Phil threw his head back and growled loudly, his prick slammed as deep as it could go into Carla's twat-hole. He gasped as he found himself staring right down the barrel of Jerry's cock.
But he closed his eyes, and felt the sucking hole clamping tighter around his fat rod. She was clenching and writhing inside her hole, trying to pull his fucking cock off by the roots.
Carla was bouncing hard under him. Her body spasmed violently. She gasped and gulped hard as she felt her climax fading, and one last hard shudder swept over her from clit to nipples.
She shook. She went limp. Her mouth hung open but motionless, the hard balls banging against the sharp edges of her teeth.
She felt Phil give a few more hard pumps. She felt the final blasts of cum fill her cunt and begin to ooze out around the base of the boy's massive cock.
He pulled out of her snatch-hole, and a long thick stream of white goo pulled out with his cock.
Phil got to his feet and grabbed a towel from a rack near the bed. He began wiping his prick clean, then threw himself into a chair to watch his buddies at work.
Jerry had already leaped around and yanked his balls from the girl's mouth. He shoved his hard cock right down her throat, and Carla was already sucking and licking and kissing the whole length of his huge prick.
Carla's long bare legs flopped and jerked loosely as she blew the boy's dick. Her twat was gooey with cum, and the hot juices were quickly growing cold on her pussy-lips and thighs.
She humped the air, begging for another-cock to stuff her burning cunt. She knew there was a third boy someplace in the room, and she wanted his cock inside her.
But Frank wanted her asshole, not her cunt.
"Hey, Jerry. Flip the bitch over. Get on your back and make her do the work, so I can fuck her butt."
Jerry was willing. He yanked his cock out of her mouth, and Carla thrust her face high, trying to recapture his prick-head as it bobbed away from her lips.
She moaned and struggled with her arms bound tightly behind her back to roll over and follow the prick. Jerry threw himself onto his back beside the girl, and laughed as she finally got herself over onto her tummy and slid awkwardly between his spread thighs. She forced her upper body off the mattress, and caught his throbbing cock in her mouth again. She sighed through her nose, and began sucking again.
But she felt someone at her asscheeks. She jerked and gasped as she felt her cheeks being spread wide open, and something hard poked right into her tightly puckered little butt-hole.
Suddenly, a heavy weight was dropped onto her back and ass, and her mouth yawned wide open in a terrible scream. Her mouth came off Jerry's dick and her head went far back from the violence of her scream.
Frank had shoved his hard prick deep into her asshole, ramming it all the way up her shitter in one hard, burning, ripping thrust, slamming his whole weight behind his cock as it slid into her moist, slippery bowels.
Carla was curved backward into an arch of agony. She felt like her asshole had been split by a fucking axe. She screamed one long loud scream of pure torment.
Jerry jerked his hips high and stuffed the girl's mouth with his prick again, and she took it, gasping but trying hard not to scream.
Frank let the girl get used to the fat cock in her asshole. He rested down over her bare back, delighting in the feel of her bound hands poking into his hard belly.
He kissed the back of her neck, licking the soft fluffy hair that curled lightly against the sides of her throat.
Then he pulled his cock slowly back out of her asshole.
Carla sucked air loudly as she felt the thing moving inside her bowels. She could barely breathe at all, with the cock jamming into her throat.
But the first searing of ripping pain had eased and faded into a hot itch around her asshole.
Carla felt sweat trickling off her forehead and over her back. She felt chilly, even so.
Frank's prick shoved back into her shit-tube, easing the hot itch. It felt good, Carla closed her eyes and sucked on Jerry's cock, trying to bring him off quickly so she could concentrate on the delicious sensation in her ass.
It felt like she really had to shit.
Suddenly, without any warning, Jerry hosed her throat with a steady stream of cum. There seemed to be no sputtering, no gushes. It came out of his cock-head like water out of a hose, under high pressure but thin and watery, almost like it was mixed with piss.
She gulped it down, shuddering at the strong taste of the stuff. She swallowed and let most of it spill out over her lips, dribble down over her lips and chin, and drip back onto the boy's hairy balls.
Jerry's hands locked into the girl's pretty hair, yanking her face hard and thrusting his cock deep into her hot throat. But it was too late for him. He sighed and let go of her hair. His cock was already going soft inside her mouth, and she sucked the last few drops of thin juice from his prick-head.
The cock dropped limply out of her mouth.
Carla let her head fall down to the mattress as Jerry shoved himself away from her head. She found herself suddenly in a much better position for ass-fucking, and she lifted her ass as much as she could, giving Frank a better angle to fuck her shit-hole.
The pumping cock moved in and out faster and faster. Frank felt his cum filling his nuts. He could feel the closeness of his climax, and he rammed harder and faster and deeper, clutching the girl's trembling shoulders and gouging into her soft flesh with his fingernails.
Carla whimpered.
Frank's cock went utterly rigid.
He groaned and slammed his balls against the girl's cunt-mound, locking his cock deep into her bowels. His nuts jerked and he felt the juice suddenly spew into her hot asshole.
Carla moaned as she felt her shit-tube filling with cum. It burned and backed up around the boy's fat rod, and began pumping out her asshole with each backward yank of his prick.
Frank battered in and out like a madman, clawing her arms and shoulders blindly as his prick flooded her asshole.
Carla whimpered and whined. She wiggled her ass hard and ground it backward against the boy's humping thighs.
She clenched her asshole and tugged at his prick with her asscheeks.
Frank spurted cum deep into her bowels. He groaned and moaned as he shuddered hard on top of her.
Finally, he shot his last blast. He leaned forward over her sweaty back, resting his cheek over the back of her throbbing neck.
His cock remained hard inside her body.
Carla rested, but tightened and relaxed her anus around the boy's rod, letting him know he was welcome to stay where he was, for as long as he liked.
It was a long long night. Carla missed her bed check, and she was given a stern lecture when she got back to school the next day. The house mother didn't seem to notice the different look in the young girl's eyes, or the different sway of her hips as she walked very slowly up the stairs to her bedroom...
CHAPTER SEVEN
Patty and her group had decided that Carla needed a very hard lesson. Peter had suggested that they really put it to the girl, and top it off with a solid whipping.
Karen had been in favor of the whipping, but both Patty and Norma had been hesitant. They didn't want to damage the girl, after all. Just teach her that she couldn't get away with what she had pulled on Patty.
Somehow, the small group had let it fade from their minds that it had been Karen's idea, and that both Karen and Norma had been just as responsible for it as Carla.
But Carla's attitude had marked her as an inhuman monster, who deserved whatever treatment they decided to give her.
All four of them debated the matter long and loud. It was finally decided to go the whole route with the girl, and teach her everything at the same time.
They had approached her directly. Karen had suggested that Carla volunteer, like she and Norma had done, to let Patty tie her and leave her in the bathroom.
Carla had simply snickered and walked away.
The small group laid their plans carefully, and late one evening they hid in the bushes on either side of the sidewalk, waiting for Carla to pass them.
She had to walk through this narrow path to get from the parking lot to the dorm. She was due back from her date at midnight, and it was only a few minutes until that hour, Patty and the rest grew quiet as they saw the car pull into the lot, and knew it was Carla at last.
She was theirs.
Soon, Carla would know what Patty had felt. The fear and helplessness.
Patty felt her heart pounding hard. She could hardly wait to see Carla stripped and bound, with Peter's cock slamming in and out of her fucking little asshole.
They all leaned forward to spy on Carla as she leaned over and kissed the young man in the car with her. They could see his hand reach down to her skirt, and Carla spread her knees wide apart.
Patty shook her head in disgust. Carla was a rotten bitch and a slob-fucking whore.
The kiss seemed to go on and on. Carla slipped down a bit on the seat, and one knee lifted. Fucking shit, Patty thought, she's giving the son of a bitch her asshole.
Carla was doing just that.
One of her favorite fucks was a fat prick up her ass. She loved the hard pressure pumping into her bowels. She loved it when her many boyfriends tickled her asshole with their fingers, pressing through the ring of ass-muscle and digging deep. And when they brought their finger out, she begged them to let her suck it.
It had become her way of ending a date.
She sucked the boy's finger now, while he felt her warm young tits with his other hand. He leaned forward and kissed her cheeks around his finger and hand.
Carla moaned as she sucked her sweet shit off the boy's finger. But it was getting late, and she had to run.
"Bye," she whispered, kissing the finger one last time.
"Tomorrow?" he asked hopefully.
But Carla shook her head with a quick smile. "Sorry. Got a date for tomorrow."
"When can I see you again?"
"Call me Monday."
The boy grinned broadly. "Right."
"OK. And thanks for the great time."
The boy winked at her as she slipped out of the car. She slammed the door and ducked her head to look back in at him.
"Call me Saturday, instead."
The boy's face lit up with delight.
"Early," he promised. He watched Carla turn and walk away, admiring her tight asscheeks beneath the short skirt she was wearing. He loved her long legs in black stockings, too.
Whistling, he started the car and drove away.
Carla turned onto the walk as she heard the car drive off, and she waved. She sighed and remembered the boy's clutching hands on her hot pussy. She turned and started up the sidewalk again, dreaming about what she would let him do on their next date. It had to be something very special. He was a special guy.
Carla was lost in her dream when she started past the narrow spot in the walk. The bushes were close on either side. She gave a startled little shriek when Peter suddenly leaped out of the bushes in front of her.
Patty and Norma rose up only a foot away on her right, and Karen stood up on her left. Norma started to step out of the bushes and take up a position directly behind the girl.
But even before they could all complete even these simple moves, Carla swung into action.
Peter leaped to the walk and stood with his legs slightly apart. Carla shrieked, but she brought her leg up hard and fast, and buried her toe in Peter's balls. The boy doubled over silently, and folded neatly to the sidewalk.
Everything else happened automatically, according to the training Carla had put herself through within a week of her first rape.
Her right arm flew straight out, her hand still clutching her small purse. The edge of the purse struck Patty on the side of her face, sent her reeling backward into the bushes.
Carla swiveled smoothly with the motion of her arm and the weight of the purse. Her foot came up again, this time stiffened into a battering ram, and she shoved her heel into Norma's tummy, dropping the girl just as she had Peter.
Karen hadn't even had time to take in what was happening before the purse swung up from below and caught her under her chin. She felt her head snap back, and suddenly she was sitting on her ass in the soft dirt behind the bushes.
Carla, not even breathing hard, swished her skirt around as she turned back toward the dorm. She casually stepped over Peter's moaning body and walked slowly on up the sidewalk.
She might be raped. She might be fucked every night, in every hole in her body.
But since that first time, it happened only when she wanted it to, and only with whom she wanted it to.
Or it didn't happen.
* * *
Norma returned to her room alone. She took a nice hot shower, and dried her aching body vigorously with a rough towel. She stretched herself out naked and moist and cool on her bed, and fiddled with the lid on her secret box for a long time. Finally, she opened it, and began the calming task of fitting her nipples with the tight rubber bands. The nice familiar pain was comforting. By the time she slipped on the handcuffs, and locked them tightly over her wrists and ankles, she was feeling much better.
Perhaps it was partly because tonight she used the huge hard rubber cock, and stuffed it unusually deep into her quivering twat-hole.
She slept soundly and woke up around two in the morning. She was coming even as she slipped out of the deep sleep, her whole body shaking and trembling in her tight bondage.
* * *
Karen had had more than enough, too. It had been a fantastic couple of days, but emotionally, she was drained.
She went back to her room and switched on the television. After a half-hour or so, she made a quick phone call, and one of her more submissive girlfriends slipped upstairs to her room.
Karen greeted the girl at the door, and as soon as she was inside the room, Karen forced her to her knees.
She opened the front of her bathrobe and thrust her sweaty wet cunt toward the pretty child's innocent face.
"Must I, Mistress?" the youngster intoned.
For an answer, Karen slapped her face hard, then backhanded her even harder.
A tear flickered in the kneeling girl's dark eye, but she blinked and sniffed it back.
She licked her lips to moisten them, then leaned forward. Her hands went up behind Karen's thighs, inside the robe, and she held on to the warm slender thighs as she mashed her mouth against Karen's fragrant young twat-lips.
She kissed and tongued the wet slit eagerly, lapping out the thick fluid and gulping it down.
The sooner she finished this task, the young girl knew, the sooner she would be bound to Karen's bed, and the thin little riding whip would be lashing at her own steaming cunt.
Oh, if only Karen would keep her with her forever.
Karen thrust her fingers into the child's thick hair as her legs began to shake. She felt the first hot wave of her come flood over her, and pressed her gushing twat down hard over her young slavegirl's sucking mouth, filling her sweet young throat with her spouting fuck-juices.
* * *
Patty helped Peter back to the classroom building. They made their way to the janitor's room and Peter sat down on the cot in the back.
Patty helped him get his pants off.
Peter was certain he'd been ruined for life. His nuts felt like they had swollen to the size of baseballs, and they felt just as hard.
"Oooo, damn that bitch," Peter moaned.
Patty grimaced. "Who the hell would have expected the fucking cunt to know karate?" she moaned, shaking her head in wonder.
"I thought you creeps told me Carla could only fuck, and nothing else?"
"Yeah," Patty sighed. She slipped the boy's underpants down over his thighs. His cock was throbbing hard and stiff, pointing right at her lovely face.
"Seems OK," she said.
"Hurts like fucking hell, babe," Peter groaned. But Patty was sure she detected a slight trace of a grin behind his grimace.
She reached out and took hold of his hot cock.
"Feels fine," she said.
"Mmmm," Peter purred. "It sure does."
Patty sighed and bent forward. She kissed the head of Peter's prick, then straightened back up.
"I was all set to whip the shit out of that fucking bitch, too," Peter said.
"Oh, yeah?" she said.
"Yeah," he said, lifting his ass and making her hand rub his cock.
"I suppose a substitute would make you feel pretty good?"
"Maybe."
"Where?"
"Why not upstairs, where we were going to whip Carla?"
Patty took her hand off the hard cock, and stood up. "OK, Peter," she said with a nod. "Let's go."
They went quickly up the back stairs to the tiny bathroom where it had all begun. Everything had been prepared. The chain dangled from the pipe in the ceiling in the center of the room, the handcuffs already attached to the end.
A thin leather belt had been stashed behind one of the toilets.
"Strip," Peter commanded the girl.
Patty made a face. But she shucked out of her clothing in a hurry, and stood shivering for a moment while Peter slipped both her wrists into the cuffs. He snapped them down tightly.
Stepping to the wall, he took the other end of the chain and began hauling Patty's arms upward. Her hands went high above her head, and she was forced up on her tiptoes by the taut strain of her position.
"What a picture, babe," Peter whistled softly. He walked around Patty's stretched body, touching and stroking her tight flesh, making her nipples grow hard and erect. She moaned as he worked her pussy-lips open and thrust two fingers deep into her moist warm channel, rubbing them vigorously over her quickly reacting clit.
He brought his fingers out of her hole and wiped her juices over her lips. Patty licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, tasting her cunt-fluids.
"Come on, Peter, if you're going to whip me, whip me."
"Like the idea, huh?"
Patty looked at the boy.
She couldn't lie to him, not after all they had been through together. Besides, he could read her expression.
"Yeah, I like the idea. Do it."
"Maybe I don't want to."
Patty kicked out at the boy's crotch, careful not to come too close, but making him jump back with a laugh.
"Oooo, you fucking little bitch," he grinned. He went over and pulled the whip from the stall. He came back, swishing the thin belt through the air.
Patty looked at it closely.
She knew it was going to sting. They had tested it out on each of the girl's thighs, just to make sure it wouldn't cut too badly when they laid it into Carla's naked back.
"Do it, you fucker," Patty said, laughing.
Peter strolled casually around her taut body. He poked the folded belt into her armpit, tickled her with it. She jerked and kicked out again, and as her leg rose up high, Peter suddenly lashed downward with the double leather belt, slicing a deep welt over Patty's bare thigh.
"Ahhhgghh," she gurgled, trying to stifle her scream.
She gulped back her cry, and panted hard for a moment. That had really stung pretty badly. Much more than she'd expected. Certainly not like the light little pat and sting of this morning.
Peter was suddenly kissing her lips, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth, and Patty sucked it hard, eagerly.
But Peter quickly broke the passionate kiss, stepped back a pace, and placed the thin belt across both of Patty's heaving tits, welting a red line just under her nipples.
Patty jerked back, stuck out her ass, and Peter brought the whip around in a sharp slice, lashing it down against her tight, taut ass cheeks.
Patty whimpered, thrust her ass under her, and this shoved her bare cunt out in front. Peter had caught the rhythm very quickly. The thin leather strap buried itself between Patty's pussy-lips, and when the boy yanked, the leather rubbed sharply over her stinging clit.
Patty was gasping and beginning to sweat.
She hung limply from the heavy chain, her arms pulled taut. She looked beautiful to the young man. The welts quickly reddened. They swelled from her soft pale skin and blazed hotly.
Peter kissed her again, pressing his body close. He had pulled his cock out of his pants after the first few lashes, and Patty spread her thighs as she felt his hard rod poking up into her welted cunt-lips.
She was dripping onto the floor, her cunt gushing lubrication already.
Peter broke the embrace again, and stepped back. He slashed the whip into Patty's upraised and unprotected underarms, and sent her into a frenzied dance of stinging pain.
Her feet really danced, and Peter gave her another whipping up into her twat-mound. The tip of the leather strap rose up behind her and splatted over her asscheek.
Patty was gritting her teeth, trying desperately not to really scream out loudly. She pranced and danced at the whim of Peter's whip. Her long legs lifted, and he sliced her bare feet as well as her thighs.
"Ohhh," she groaned. "Please, Peter. Stop now. No more for now. Owww!"
He was loving every second of her pain. So was she. The protesting and pleading only made it better for them both.
Patty felt the whip smash into her left nipple. She would have doubled over with the agony of that blow, but the chains around her upraised arms held her in place.
Peter stepped in and kissed her again. This time, without warning, his cock slid right into her dripping twat-hole. He slammed his cock all the way up her tight wet cunt, and threw the thin whip over his shoulder.
He fucked her, standing up.
Patty twitched and jerked on the end of Peter's hard prick.
She humped him back, as hard as she could, the sweat dripping from her stretched young body.
It took them both only seconds to come. Patty blasted her juices into her scalding itching channel, flooding her snatch with thick goo. .
Peter shot his spunk into her womb, filling her. The juices mingled and oozed and dripped out around the base of his still-pumping cock.
He hugged her tightly, let his weight drag on her bound arms. Patty winced at the pain, and her twat shot a second load. Her shoulders felt like they were about to pop out of their sockets.
They kissed hard, his tongue fucking deep into her throat. Patty sucked it hard and long, feeling his cock fucking her cunt-hole in the same rapid rhythm his tongue fucked her sweet hot mouth.
She loved him.
She loved him and fucked him and sucked him, all night long. She pranced and danced and jerked, straining at the end of her chain like the well-trained young slavegirl she was becoming.
