Chapter 4
The lewd noises from the fucking filled the small shop. Heather was conscious of only a part of the sounds of her rape because she was in a shell-shocked condition, just like a soldier in the front ranks. Her body was numbed and her head didn't seem to work just right. She felt the man's prick working hard in her cunt, but it was almost a disconnected thing, distant and happening to someone else.
The speed of the fucking picked up as his passions mounted. He grunted and struggled to fuck the living hell out of her. She remained almost impassive to what he was doing to her. She could respond later-if she felt like it.
"Goddamn, she's like some sort of zombie. What's the matter, sweetie, you a corpse? Hey, Jim, maybe you can fuck her corpse. Never tried necrophilia. What's it like?"
"Cunt's too fucking hot for her to be a stiff," the man panted. He struggled to control his own come. The way his balls hardened and threatened to explode at the lightest touch made him too conscious of his task. He didn't want to jet out like some teenaged kid getting his first piece of tail. He wanted to show her how a real man made love. And by damn, he would!
His prick shot in and out of her agitated pussy even faster. The friction of cockhead against cunt wall threatened to melt his prick to limp flesh, but he still maintained the furious fucking rate. Nothing mattered much to him any more, save for stuffing his cock as far up her pussy as he could.
He tossed his head like a stallion to get the sweat out of his eyes. Then he looked down between his legs and saw the action going on. His prick vanished between the lewdly grinning pink lips of her cunt. He drove the cunt-juice soaked prick into her with all the power locked in his body. And the sight of his balls wetly slapping against her ass did him in. He felt the fierce tide of his come rising along the length of his cock. Fighting it down did no good.
Inch by slow inch it advanced until it spewed forth from the piss-slit of his cock. He whitewashed her virgin cunt with the first load of jism it had ever received. Somehow, that thought drained him completely of his sperm and semen.
"Jesus, that was a fine fuck," he said, pulling away from Heather. She simply lay there, looking up at him with dazed eyes. She might have been the corpse Mr. Larson accused her of being.
"She didn't seem to get off on you too much, Jim," the shop teacher observed. "Let me have a go at her and see if she-likes the feel of my cock any better."
"Okay, man, if it's sloppy seconds you want, go on. I will say this, her cunt's still going to be nice and tight for you. No sag at all in that pussy." Mr. Elliot sat down on the edge of the saw table and flicked his limp prick back and forth to shake loose a thick droplet of jizz still clinging to the very tip.
"I don't want any sloppy seconds after you. I was thinking, if her cunt still had a cherry, I'll bet she has a virgin ass."
The words shocked Heather from her daze. It had been pleasant to simply drift along with whatever they did to her. She could let her body ache and hurt and it didn't bother her too much. The soft gauze of shock would keep her insulated from the worst of this rape.
But to have him fuck her up the ass would be murder! She'd seen how the principal had taken Lynn up the back and how much it had harmed that girl. And Lynn had probably fucked just about every boy in the school. She was experienced in the ways of sex and probably hadn't passed much up in the years since she'd lost her cherry.
"No, you can't do that!" Heather protested.
"Y-you'll tear me apart! I'll bleed to death if you stuff that big prick of yours up my ass!"
"Oh, listen to the naughty words the young virgin chick uses," taunted Mr. Larson. "I knew the kids today were really hip on a lot of things, but filthy words like that just simply make me horny. I've got to fuck her now. Hear that, girl? You're the one responsible for me wanting to fuck you up your virgin ass!"
"No!" she sobbed. The tears ran down her cheeks now, unashamedly. She could hardly control her emotions as they ran wild. She didn't want this to happen. Getting a prick up her ass was such a perverted thing, she could hardly bear even thinking about it. Dirty, filthy, sick, words couldn't even come close to the feeling she had for butt fucking.
She had been shocked mightily when she saw Mr. Elliot stuff his prick up Lynn's ass-hole rather than into her cunt. And what had rocked her even more was the way she'd responded to the sight. Her cunt had flowed strongly and her desires had raced even more than when she'd spied on him screwing Susan after spanking her ass.
"Y-you wouldn't!"
"Hell if I wouldn't, kid. But first, I got to make sure your ass is ready for me. You just roll over and bend your sweet ass up in my direction." The man's hands moved her into the position he desired. Never had Heather felt more vulnerable in her life. With the stocks around her hands and head, she couldn't move very well at all. Now that she was being bent double over the table, she found herself even less able to move away from the man.
Quickly, Heather found out Mr. Larson's true intentions. He didn't intend to simply fuck her up her pert ass, he meant to make sure her ass was on fire before he began. She heard a whistling noise, then pain ripped through her butt. He spanked her with a rough wooden board with several small holes bored into it. The holes prevented the air from backing up and cushioning any blow. The air whistled through the holes and allowed the full force of the blow to collide with her ass.
She was hammered forward into the table top. The edge of the table cut into her belly and made her even more conscious of the pain in her body. The paddling she received warmed her ass, then gave her incredible pain as the board landed repeatedly on her soft bottom.
"I like this," Mr. Larson said. "I like the way her butt comes through the holes in the paddle. Watch."
He landed a few more swats on her upturned rear to demonstrate his discovery for the principal. The man seemed to approve because he said, 'I'll have to get one of those for my office. I've been using my wooden ruler to spank their asses."
"Too old fashioned. Get modern, man. like this. God, this turns me on in a big way!"
The paddle continued to find soft flesh on her bottom. She wept openly, not caring if they saw her. Never in her life had she felt more helpless, more degraded than now. She was totally under their control and couldn't help herself do the slightest thing. They continued to torment her, to torture her with the board until she was certain her ass would be bloodied as well as black and blue.
She felt a rough hand massaging the thick slabs of her ass cheeks. Mr. Larson said, "About ready, don't you think. Feel the ass. Warm to the touch. And that means her ass-hole is going to be flaming hot!"
"Get it on, Mike, get it on," urged the principal. "My cock's getting hard just thinking about you fucking her up the butt. If you don't do it, I will!"
Mr. Larson didn't give the principal time to act on his threat. He dropped to his knees behind the girl and reached down to force open her buttocks. She groaned as he twisted and pulled a double handful of ass flesh from his path. She gulped when the thick shaft of his cock drove down to the floor of the canyon between her meaty slabs of ass. The throbbing head of his cock sought and found her puckered ass-hole.
Tensing as much as she could, she hoped this would keep his fucking cock away from her guts. When she felt his insistent prodding, she knew she was kidding herself. Nothing short of a complete ass fucking would satisfy this man. He wanted to bury his prick all the way up her back and nothing would stop him short of his goal.
"Loosen those bowels, baby," he urged. "Don't you want the sexy enema I'm gonna give you? Hell, it's gonna be better than anything you ever felt in your whole goddamned life. I'm gonna fuck the hell out of your butt, then fill you with my white hot jizz!"
"I hope you burn in hell for this!" she raged. She kept her muscles as tight as she could to prevent him from ramming his cock into her rectum. She felt the thick head nudging into her clenched anus and vowed to never let him up her rear passage. No matter how he ripped and tore her flesh, no matter how he spanked her, no matter how he tortured her, she wasn't going to let him fuck her ass-hole.
Good intentions pave the road to hell. She tried but she couldn't hold back for long. He didn't have any lubricant on his prick, but he was determined to get in. And he finally did.
She felt his cock exert more and more pressure on the tiny muscle holding her rear door closed. Gasping with pain, she tried to keep him out when she felt the muscle slowly relaxing under the intense force he was applying. The knobby head of his cock then plunged into the tight muscle and made her gasp in pain.
After that, it was easy for him to stuff his swollen prick all the way up her ass. Inch by burning inch, he fucked into her shit chute.
"You're tearing me aparrrrrt!" she screamed. She thrashed around on the table, the wood stocks banging loudly against the top. The concussion of the stocks against the table rattled her a bit and made her calm down, but she found it hard to simply relax like she had when Mr. Elliot raped her. There was no way she could drift off into a dazed trance and let this man do what he pleased with her body.
The pain kept her alert, awake, aware. It had been bad when the other man had picked her cherry, but there weren't words to describe the way Mr. Larson's huge prick ripped her apart. She knew she was bleeding to death from this painful fucking. Nothing less could produce the pain and agony racing along her spine and smashing into her brain.
Then she felt his balls banging against her cunt lips. And, to her surprise, the juices leaking from her pussy were those of excitement. She damned herself silently for responding to the brutal butt fucking. Yet she couldn't hold her body a prisoner to its desires. It seemed to have a mind of its own and took control from her at the most perverted times.
The cunt juices leaked out and onto the man's balls, only to tickle him. This spurred him on to really fuck her butt. He knew she wanted him, no matter what she said.
"You like it, don't you, sweetie?" he demanded. He had to gulp once or twice to keep his voice level. Never had he felt a shit chute this tight or flaming hot. He was sure she would melt him down to a pile of liquid prick. The heat was that intense. And the tightness of her rear passage was something to marvel at. Not once in his days of butt fucking had he found a chick with an ass this tight. And he loved it. "Go to hell," she sobbed.
"Why? I've found heaven up your ass-hole!" And then he began pulling out slowly. He didn't yank his prick out. Rather, the slow inch by inch retreat created an intense vacuum behind the head of his prick which made the girl think he was dragging her guts out with his cock. When he broke the vacuum at her ass-hole, there was a lewd noise like a loud fart which made the man laugh.
"Now that that's out, I can fill you even more with this!" He rammed forward, not taking it slow and easy this time. She shrieked in pain as he stretched her tender rectum in new and unexpected directions. Positive she was dying, she thrashed around trying to escape the punishing prick coming so fast up her spine.
Waves of red pain blanked out her mind. She couldn't begin to think of anything but the horrid feelings ripping her apart inside. Then, as her tender ass-hole stretched and the youthful membrane inside her ass expanded to take the girth of his mighty prick, she relaxed a little.
This wasn't as bad as it could have been. She didn't feel as if she were being ripped and torn apart any more. Sure, the full feeling remained as his prick bucked and jostled around in her rubbery tight ass, but she knew that no blood flowed from her ass. She wouldn't die from this, although the pain had made her think it was possible.
"So fucking tight, I can't believe it," the man told his partner. "I want to get the most of this, but her ass-hole is like a goddamn hangman's noose. It's cutting me off!"
"Shut up and keep fucking. It'll relax a bit when you start warming her guts with the friction of your fucking."
"Yeah, sure. Easy for you to say!" But the man tried to do what Mr. Elliot suggested. He pulled out and rammed back into her seething ass with an easy stroke. He jerked and pushed a bit when he buried his prick to the hilt in her bottom, then came out again more smoothly. The urgency of his need had died down a little and he was able to fuck her ass with nice, long, smooth strokes.
The girl thought she would go out of her head. The ragged, uneven fucking had been torture for her. Now the rapid strokes in and out of her ass built up the heat in her loins with a terrible ferocity. She didn't know what was worse, feeling as if she would die, or wondering if she might explode inside. In a part of her brain, she recognized that this was what all her friends had been bragging about. She knew he was butt fucking her enough to make her want to come.
The sexual tensions threatened to rip her apart inside, then she exploded with the full fury of her first come. She'd been raped and lost her virginity, she'd been whipped and tied up and now butt fucked, but the payoff had finally come. She had her very first orgasm and knew then that no matter what the man did to her, he'd paid her off.
"Christ, the bitch-likes it!" Mr. Larson exclaimed. "And that ass-hole of hers is like a guillotine around my cock. When she came, I thought she was going to chop me off at the balls!"
His words made the girl begin to think. She might not be as helpless as it seemed on the surface. Sure, she was imprisoned in the wooden stocks with her hands and neck completely immobile. The way he spread her legs wide and kept her bent over the edge of the table insured that she couldn't possibly run away from him, even if she had the strength left, which she didn't.
But one course of action was left wide open to her. If she made him get his rocks off fast, he would have to leave her alone. No man can fuck her with a dead prick. And the best way she could think of to deflate that swollen prick of his was to play along with the butt raping.
Tensing her ass-hole, she clutched fiercely at the man's cock. He gasped and she relaxed the pressure enough for him to sigh. Then she really applied the full force of her ass's grip. She allowed him to shove his prick full depth up into her back before tightening up again.
"It ... it's like I fucked into a surgeon's glove filled with boiling hot lava!" the man yelled. "I can't stand this much longer. And shit, she's massaging the entire length of my cock! She's gonna milk me of my come any second now!"
She did her best to do just that. The thick head of his prick swelled up even more under her merciless ministrations. She kept her tortured ass-hole working on the sides of his prick to make certain he didn't cool off. And when her entire bowels clamped down around the length of his cock, she knew she had him trapped.
Spinning her ass in a tight circle, she continued to drive her tortured rear end into the man's groin. The rough feel of hair on his upper thighs stimulated her ass in odd ways she didn't understand. The paddling she had received should have left her black and blue and tender. Instead, she was oddly turned on by it. The lightest touch made her nerves sing a song of sheer joy. She didn't try to understand it. Rather, she simply allowed the nice feelings to work their sexual magic on her body.
"I don't know how you do it, kid, but you're making my old cock feel better than it has in years. I love the way you can tense up all around my big prick!"
She didn't answer. She closed her eyes and concentrated on giving the man all the pleasure he could endure. Even though it gave her a measure of pain to tighten her ass-hole around his overly large cock, she did it anyway. The sooner he got his rocks off, the sooner he would go flaccid and fall out of her butt.
The rhythmic squeezing she gave his cock came in counter-tempo with the hard strokes fucking her butt. She loosened up enough for him to ram all the way up into her rectum, then gave him the full treatment. She felt the outlines of his prick against her tender, well fucked ass-hole. She wiggled her butt in his groin and felt like giggling when the rough, springy hairs of his upper thighs stimulated her spanked ass.
But most of all, she used her inner muscles to make the man totally aware of the tight, hot passage he was fucking so avidly. She clamped down on him with all the strength in her body, then slowly released him as his cock slid from her tortured ass.
Over and over he rammed full force into her, and over and over she gave him the sexy treatment. Then, as she rotated her ass around the impaling spike of his meaty cock, he came. She knew instantly when his prick exploded to fountain out its creamy white load. The. heat and liquid gushy feeling in her bowels was unmistakable.
She sighed and rammed her hips back into the man's groin. She wanted him to get off in a big way. Then he wouldn't bother her any more. At least, that was her theory.
When the come had ceased to spew out from his geysering cock, she felt the long, hard length begin to melt inside her. She tensed up some more and almost squirted it out of her body like she was spitting out a watermelon seed. The thick flow of his sperm and semen felt wet and gooey inside her ass-hole, but she didn't mind. It soothed the hurt caused by the man's frantic fucking of her back door.
Heather couldn't relax, not totally, with the wooden stocks around her neck and hands, but she felt better than she had since coming into this room. She was no longer a virgin, cunt or ass-hole, but she'd learned how to deal with these mother fuckers.
Or so she thought.