Chapter 4
The abductors took Betty down into the basement of the partially completed house.
It was dark, but the flashlight served to illuminate it. The first floor was intact above them, so the basement was roofed in.
Betty shivered in mortal terror, her bare knobby knees knocking together. What could be seen of her young face was haggard with fearful strain.
In a corner of the basement was a large pile of sand which had been used to mix concrete, and hadn't been cleared out yet.
Lewis whispered that they should take her there. Granger said it might be a smart idea to take her clothes off first. The men liked that idea.
They talked in low hushed voices, not from fear of being heard, since there were no neighbors within miles, but so Betty wouldn't be able to recognize their voices.
They dragged her to the sand pile. Lewis held the flashlight, its beam guiding the way. The men threw long weird shadows on the walls.
Much work remained to be done. Pipes and beams jutted from the concrete block walls, twisting at odd angles.
To strip Betty they had to untie her first. They held her so she wouldn't break away. The knots binding her hands behind her back were undone.
Her jacket was pulled off her, and thrown on the sand pile. Lewis shone the beam of the light over the girl so they could examine her.
She was slight, slender, short and petite. Her face was thin, delicately boned. Her shoulders were narrow, her torso lean, her hips thin, her knees knobby.
She whimpered when Granger took hold of the hem of her skirt and raised it high, lifting it to her narrow waist, showing her panties.
Her thin hips had jutting hipbones. She wore a pair of plain white cotton panties which were bikini style and stretched tightly across her.
Jack whispered hoarsely that he wanted to see her little pussy. He took hold of the waistband of the panties and pulled them down.
She squealed, twisting in the grip of the two men who held her. Her panties were rolled to the tops of her thighs exposing her sex.
Her pussy was a thin pink slit, lightly-haired. Lewis pointed the oversized flashlight at her, holding it down by his waist, like it was a big cock.
The men liked what they saw. Jack touched her between the legs, his fingers shaking with eagerness. The pussy lips were cool and smooth to his touch.
Was she a virgin?
Granger put his feet between hers and moved them wide apart, holding her thighs so she couldn't close them. Jack reached for the girl.
He stuck his middle finger in his mouth, sucked it, wet it. He lowered the hand to her crotch and pressed the fingertip to her pussy
He pushed the finger inside her. She squealed, and the men tightened their holds on her Jack's finger slid inside her pussy.
She groaned as he pushed it deep. It met with no fleshy obstruction, no fragile piece of tender tissue which was her maidenhead.
Jack buried his finger deep inside her, wiggled it around, finger-fucking her. "She's no virgin," he announced disappointedly.
"That's how these damned kids are nowadays," Lewis said. "Well, let's get going."
Off came her blouse. Lewis held the flashlight, Granger held the girl from behind, and Jack unbuttoned her blouse with shaking hands.
Her plum sized breasts were covered by the plain white nylon cups of her bra, a small-sized bra which was only a few sizes up from a training bra.
Her small breasts had tiny pink nipples. Jack's gripping hands moved over her flesh, stroking and squeezing the little fleshy mounds.
Betty's clothes were draped across a carpenter's saw horse which was nearby. She was stripped to the waist, her braids falling on her naked breasts.
Granger held her from behind. He loomed over her. He could smell the sweet natural scent of her hair, and the sweeter scent of her flesh
This youngster wore no make-up, no perfume. She needed none of the artificial beauty aids used by older woman whose youthful beauty needed retouching.
Jack fumbled open the catch at the side of Betty's skirt. The skirt fell down her thin limbs, falling at her ankles.
Her small slim body looked ghostly white in the dimness and deep shadow. Goose bumps rose up on her soft flesh. Her nipples puckered.
Granger felt the warmth of her body through his own clothes. He hugged her from behind, pressing his groin against her bottom cheeks.
His cock trembled in the crotch of his pants, quivered, became erect. He leaned into her, rubbing his heated member against her ripe buttocks.
She felt his hard maleness, knew what he was doing. She groaned in abject fear, a sound whose terror thrilled Granger and Bill
The men had acted slowly and deliberately, restraining their desires. But now that Betty was unclothed, they could hold back no longer.
They spread her jacket on the sand pile, then forced her down on her back. The sand molded to the shape of her body as they pressed her down.
Granger held the girl's wrists, pulling her arms back behind her head. Not far from them, some pipes jutted from the wall.
Granger tied her hands together, then bound them securely to one of the pipes. He no longer needed to hold her hands, so he walked to the front of her.
Lewis shone the flashlight down on her. The naked very young teen was like a pale butterfly pinned to a collecting board.
Jack fumbled with his belt, pulled down his pants, which dropped in a heap. His cock bulged in the crotch of his shorts, a hard rod of flesh.
He gripped his member, squeezing and pulling it He pulled down his shorts His stiff cock sprang up, a short, stubby, very thick member.
Since Jack had done all the important work, and found the girl in the first place, it was his right to be the first to take her.
Betty held her legs closed, her knees pressed together, trying to protect her precious little pussy. Lewis shone the light down at her.
He placed the light on a work bench. He and Granger knelt down in front of the girl Each of them gripped one of her skinny ankles.
Knee socks and shoes still covered her. Her loafer fell from her foot when Granger gripped it. He and Lewis spread her legs.
They were like two men pulling apart the twin halves of a wishbone.
The sand mound was conical, with a concave hollow pressed in it from her back. It tilted her body so that she was on an incline.
The other men held the girl's thin legs spread wide apart. Jack got down on his knees, his thick cock bobbing and jerking, his balls swollen.
He leaned forward, burying his face between her legs. She squirmed and moaned through the gag, her small body tight and tense with terror.
He nuzzled her crotch, planted hot wet kisses all over her pussy. He stuck out his tongue and placed the broad flat part of it on her thin pussy lips.
He licked her pussy like a cow licking a salt block, with big slurping licks. His face got wet as his head bobbed up and down.
As he held the thin shaking leg, Granger fondled the smooth thin calf, the sensitive back of the knee, and the sleek surface of the inner thigh.
Jack slurped and sucked at her pussy, the thin labia quivering as his tongue rolled over them. He shoved his tongue inside her.
She squealed as he licked her pussy, tasting her. Her bush was light and thin, a fine dusting of light brown curls.
Both her bush and her labia now dripped with saliva. Jack's face was covered with the stuff. He started to climb on top of her.
His hands reached up, across her hollow tummy, so that he clutched her small breasts, one in each hand, kneading and squeezing them.
His hands were large, and her breasts were so small that his palms easily covered them, pressing them flat, with the nipples against his palms.
He inched forward on his knees until his cock pressed her pussy.
Gripping his cock, he guided it between her legs, pressing the fat head of it to her pussy lips, pushing them open, splitting them.
She was incredibly tight and hot in her pussy. His saliva had lubricated her. She grunted with the pain of penetration when his cock head filled her.
Her thin pussy lips were spread to the sides, shoved out of the way. Her membranes were pried open by the swollen bullet shaped cock head.
Jack gripped her thin hips, his fingers digging into the flesh as he pushed her down into the sand and thrust his hips forward.
His buttocks were tightly clenched as he worked his cock inside her. He worked hard, shoving his cock, stabbing it into her, jabbing her.
He fought for each and every inch, but it was worth it, as his ecstatic sighs and gasps testified. With a final thrust, he shoved his cock home.
He stretched on her skinny shaking body. There was the hoarse rasping sound of his breath, mixed with her breathless moans of fear and pain.
His weight pressed her down, pushing her deeper into the sand. His chest rubbed hers, pressing her little breasts flat.
He put his hand on her head and kissed her pale cool cheeks. He buried his face in her hair, smelling the sweetness of it.
All the time he did this, he raped her. He fucked her slow and deep, working his swollen cock back and forth in her narrow pussy.
Soon she started to lubricate, simply in self-defense, to protect her pussy from the rigid rod of flesh which shoved in and out of it.
Jack grunted, sweat streaming down his face and upper body as he humped her.
The rope used to bind her hands and tie them to the pipe cut deeply into her soft flesh, chafing and scraping her wrists.
Jack wanted to take her gag off. He wanted to kiss her on the mouth and listen to her moan. The others thought it was a good idea.
Jack was on top of Betty, his cock was in her, and his short thick legs were between her thin spread white legs, which kicked spasmodically from time to time.
Granger let go of her. She couldn't close her legs now, since Jack's lower body lay between them. Granger took out her gag.
The youngster was cautioned about not screaming, although there was no chance of her being heard the men just didn't want that noise.
Betty couldn't control herself. As soon as the gag was taken out of her mouth, she burst into hysterical sobbing.
Her body shook with the convulsions. Jack didn't mind. Not only her body shook, but her tight gripping pussy contracted, squeezing his thrusting cock.
He held her head and kissed her brutally on the mouth, shoving his tongue deep.
Granger was hot, too hot to wait any longer. His hand was between his legs, squeezing and pulling the rigid rod of flesh which was his cock.
He opened his pants and pulled them down, pulled his shorts down. His cock was jutting. He closed his fist around it, squeezing it as he waited.
Jack didn't take long to come. His excitement was high. He shoved his cock deep and shook like he was being electrocuted as he came.
His cock throbbed inside the girl, spurting semen. Jack groaned like he was being hanged. When his shaking stopped, he collapsed on the girl.
He sprawled across the girl, gasping for air, his wide back expanding as he filled his lungs. Betty sobbed brokenly.
Granger got bored with her constant cries for mercy. He took hold of her braids and twisted them by the roots until she squealed with pain.
Jack, looking dazed and shaky, climbed off the girl, lifting himself up on his arms like he was doing pushups. His face was all red and sweating.
"Christ! That was good," he murmured. "So hot, so tight!'
"Why don't you get off her and give somebody else a chance?" Lewis snapped.
Jack was clearly reluctant to take his cock out of her heated pussy, but he had to abide by the rules of the group besides, he would get another chance later.
Throughout the incident, the men were careful never to call each other by their real names, a policy which Granger (well, Bill, actually) had devised.
Jack raised himself up. His short stubby cock came into view as it emerged from inside her pussy, the knobbed head coming out with a loud popping noise.
It was Granger's turn, but he wasn't interested in the sloppy seconds of fucking her pussy, which was saturated with fresh-spilled semen from Jack.
Her mouth would suit his needs just fine. He told Betty that he was going to put his cock in her mouth, and that she would have to suck him off.
He didn't even bother to warn her not to bite him this girl was too timid and terrified to even have thought of such a thing, and there was no sense in putting the idea in her head. Betty whined that she was a good girl, had never done it that way before.
Granger said that it was high time that she learned. He was doing her a favor, educating her in the ways to please a man.
He didn't bother to untie her he just got on his hands and knees and crawled over her at right angles, so his body formed a bridge over her.
His hands were on one side of her head, his knees were on the opposite side, and his cock, jutting straight down from his hips, pointed at her mouth.
He lowered his body, brushing the heated cock against the smooth flesh of her face. It felt like he massaged his member against smooth satin
He prodded her thin pink lips with his cock head, warning her to open up. Sobbing, she opened her mouth wide to accept his rod of flesh.
He lowered himself down, placing the knobbed cock head between her parted lips. He dipped the stiff penis deeper, gasping as he did so.
Her mouth was a fiery wet furnace. His swollen cock head throbbed when he rubbed it against the slippery roof of her mouth.
He dipped deeper. His buttocks were tightly clenched. Muscles flexed in his corded thighs as he shoved his cock back and forth, in and out.
Her puckered lips pressed his shaft. His cock throbbed against the smooth wet insides of her lips as he shoved his penis in and out.
There was something unsatisfying about the position. Granger pulled out.
Since only the girl's hands were tied, it was relatively uncomplicated to get her off the sand pile, and down on her knees on the dirt.
Tears stained the blindfold, and leaked out from under it, so that fat tears rolled down her quivering cheeks, only to fall spattering into the dirt.
Granger made her kneel down. Her hands were raised, the highest part of her, lifting her arms over her head.
Her blindfolded head jerked this way and that, since she didn't know where her tormentors were, or where they would be coming from.
Her head was level with his crotch. Yes, it was much better this way for Granger. He took hold of her braids, wrapping them around his hand.
His free hand held his cock. He teased her with the head of it. He held it to her lips and had her flick her pink tongue across it.
He put his cock back into her mouth. He was able to work out much better in this position. He fed his member into her mouth.
She gagged and choked when he pushed it too deep. He gave her a little breathing space. His cock throbbed as it rubbed her tongue.
He used her braids as reins, guiding the movements of her head. He pulled it back and forth, so that her puckered lips glided up and down his shaft.
Her trembling chin shone with sweat. Her downy cheeks hollowed as she sucked him. Her little breasts shook as she bobbed back and forth.
When he pushed her head back, he kept his cock head planted in her mouth. Then her head would be roughly pulled to him as he forced her to take his cock deep.
It was a picture of adult brutality, the fully grown lustful male cruelly raping the mouth of the skinny, very young teenage girl with her small breasts.
She was on her knees with her bottom raised high, a pair of cupcake buttocks which were white, firm smooth, and shining.
Her pussy lips were raw and chafed from the rough raping which Jack gave her. They were wet and shining with semen.
Jack held the flashlight now, working it like a spotlight to illuminate the action.
Lewis was eager to take his turn. His face was flushed, his eyes were wild in his red sweating face. He panted for breath.
His hand worked on his crotch, the frantic fingers squeezing and kneading the member through the cloth of his trousers.
Granger was close to his climax. He felt the sweet familiar feeling of tension inside him, like an internal mainspring wound to the snapping point.
He could have come in her mouth, but Bill, the sly voice inside his head, suggested that he surprise her by coming all over her face.
After all, Bill reminded him Granger had resisted doing just that to Ellen, his private secretary, when he was fucking her mouth.
It was a good idea amusing and exciting. Granger followed through on it. When he reached the moment of truth, he pulled out of her mouth.
His cock head came free from her lips with a soft popping sound. Betty's mouth was shaped into an O of surprise. Granger held her head in place so she couldn't pull away.
His other hand gripped his cock head below the rim. His cock throbbed and shook in his grip like a snake. Suddenly he came.
Looping strands of milky-white semen shot from his rod, jetting across Betty's shocked face. The girl groaned with revulsion.
Granger directed the stream of semen so that some of it splashed inside the girl's open gasping mouth. He came all over her face.
Jack and Lewis laughed loudly. Betty moaned from deep in the pit of her stomach. Gooey strands of semen ran down her face.
Lewis choked off his laughter. He was impatient to begin.
He would take her from behind. There was the jangling sound of his belt being unbuckled, the top of his pants opening, the zipper being pulled down.
He took hold of his pants and shorts and pulled them both down past his knees. His cock was long and thin, uncircumcised.
He knelt in the dirt behind sobbing young Betty, who flinched and moaned and begged for mercy when his hands wrapped around her thin hips.
He told her to shut up. He wrapped his fingers around the long rod of his cock, and poked her thin pussy lips with its head.
He hooked his arm under her, lifting up her ass and hindquarters He leaned into her, gasping as he rubbed his heated cock against her quivering bottom.
He was breathless and panting even before he began. His mouth was open and his face was taut and strained and haggard, although wild with lust.
Her pussy lips quivered and she groaned as his cock head poked and prodded her. Semen from Jack's orgasm filled her pussy, lubricating it.
Lewis snaked the tip of his cock between her labia and pushed the head in. he panted as he held her skinny shaking hips and thrust inside.
Semen rolled off her face, spilling in fat strands which splattered in the dirt. She was crying and shaking and sobbing.
Lewis' lungs worked like a bellows. He wheezed shakily for breath, eyes rolling in his head as he darted his cock deep inside the young teen captive.
Granger put his foot on the back of Betty's neck and pressed her face in the dirt, holding her down while Lewis took her pussy from behind.
Lewis' cock was so long that he could not fit all of it inside her.
Lewis was the oldest member of the trio. Granger admired the white-haired man's vigor and vitality in so ardently fucking the girl.
Lewis attacked her. As his cock pumped in and out of her pussy, he handled her body, touching and squeezing her all over.
He reached under her to squeeze and pull her little breasts. His fingers abused the tiny nipples, pinching them to stiffness.
He dug his long fingers into the soft flesh of her bottom cheeks, kneading and fondling them like lumps of baker's dough.
His cock was a blur of motion as he shoved it in her again and again, faster and faster, making the little girl take that big rod deep.
Lewis snapped his head back, tilting it, cording the neck muscles. The head wavered in all directions like a flower too heavy for its stem.
"Good Christ!" The cry was torn out of him as he came.
He shook like he had been pole-axed. His head whipped from side to side. Suddenly he straightened up, his eyeballs rolling into his head.
Only the whites of his eyeballs showed. They seemed to be staring grotesquely at
Granger. Lewis made choking sounds, suffocating noises.
He turned purple, clapped his hands to his chest and held them there. Stiffening, he toppled backward, his cock sliding out of her pussy.
He fell on his back, writhed, then gave a final convulsive shudder and stopped moving, except for some final spasmodic twitches.
He was dead his heart had given out from the physical strain of raping Betty.
It was a hell of a way to go, Granger thought to himself, but Lewis had sure fucked things up for his partners.