Chapter 8
Lynn jumped at every shadow. She heard noises that weren't there. She was terrified.
Once, she tried to break the chains on her wrists. The thin gold links were deceptively slender. Try as she might, she couldn't even dent one of them, much less break it. She finally gave up, afraid that she had wasted too much time in trying to escape from the chains. They were after her. They would find her if she stayed too long, in one place.
She ran again. Her bare feet made no sound as she raced along the deserted concrete passages under the stadium. She didn't have any idea where she was running to, but she knew she had to get there soon. Otherwise, they would do all the terrible things to her that her frenzied mind told her they were capable of doing.
"Nooooo!" she cried as she ran past one of the pillars and a hand reached out to grab her. She was spun around to face a man. Before she could say another word, he forced her to her knees and shoved his hips forward. His prick was already free of his jeans. The cock slid between her lips and into her mouth.
"Suck," he said.
"No," she gasped around the thick plug of cock. "I won't do it! Kill me if you want, but I won't do it!"
"The branding iron," he said ominously.
The girl shivered. She remembered the feel of the heated iron rod between her legs. Her cunt hadn't been hurt but it had come so close.
"Please don't do this."
"Suck!"
She sucked. It was all she could do. Her tongue ran around the rim of his cock, teasing the sensitive flesh as she prayed that he would come in a hurry. She didn't want any more of this abuse. They treated her like some sort of animal. She wasn't human, as far as they were concerned. She was to be used and then discarded.
"Suck harder."
His hands laced through the strands of her hair and pulled her face closer to his crotch. She almost gagged as the rubbery tip of his prick bounced off the roof of her mouth and descended down her throat. She was no Linda Lovelace, but she managed to take his entire length down her throat. For what seemed like years that prick stayed lodged in her. Every time she swallowed, her tongue bobbed hard against the underside of his cock. This seemed to spur the man on. His fingers tightened their grip. Finally, he allowed her to move her head backwards. She gasped in relief.
The hot air from her nostrils gusted through his pubic bush and tickled his balls. She could see his hairy little bag contracting into a hard sphere. She knew then that it wouldn't be long before he came. She sucked harder, her cheeks going hollow under the strain.
She tasted the male musk from his prick, and this turned her on. In spite of being as tied up like she was, in spite of the spiked dog collar around her neck, in spite of all the tortures and rapes of the past few hours, the smell and taste of this man's cock made her pussy begin to flow. She moaned softly, and eagerly devoured his cock.
"Yes," he moaned. "That's more like it. Suck as hard as you can! Eat my prick!"
Her rough, pink tongue flickered out and lightly danced all over the tip of his cock. She managed to insert the end of her tongue into his piss-slit, just a little. This excited them both she tasted the first drop of come. There would be more soon.
She began using her chained hands on his balls, lightly bouncing the hairy sac on her fingertips. The girl could feel the agitation inside. The thick stew of his jism began to boil, and his balls lurched and tumbled in the tiny pouch. Her tongue sensed when his prick began to swell. The come was about to explode into her mouth.
Sucking even harder, she ran her livid tongue around and around the rim of his knobby cock. Then the lava-hot jizz exploded. Her entire mouth was filled with steamy come. Swallowing, she took every single drop. She continued sucking, begging silently for more. Spurt after spurt caressed her tongue. She smeared it all over her tastebuds to savor the full taste. Then his prick began to go limp in her mouth. Her lips worked hard on his prick to keep it stiff and virile. Lynn almost fell on her face when the man moved away silently.
Again, she was left alone.
The suddenness of his departure frightened her. She was abandoned. She no longer had the warmth and security of a prick in her mouth to suck on. The girl had been deserted repeatedly and didn't know where to turn for help. She was still their prisoner, to do with as they saw fit.
"NOOOOO!" she cried aloud. "Come back! Don't leave me like this!" The echoes of her lament filled the empty passageways of concrete. For long minutes, she stayed on her knees, crying openly. Her tits heaved and danced erotically, but there was no one there to see them. She managed to get her ravaging emotions under control, enough to decide to get the hell out of the stadium. She'd thought it was a good idea to come in here to hide. It hadn't been. They had found her easily.
But where to go, where to hide? She stood and paused for a moment, leaning against the hard, concrete pillar. Lynn turned and saw the women's John just a few steps distant. She had no clear idea what to do there, but it provided a haven, a place that was known to her.
The blonde teenager staggered to the door and pushed inside. Hands grabbed her from all sides. She screamed and struggled, but it did no good. Naked and abused and helpless, she was quickly dragged deeper into the restroom.
"Why are you doing this?" she moaned. "I don't deserve all this! I hope you all burn in Hell for this, you and that scumbag advisor of yours who put you up to it!"
She thought she almost got a reply out of one of the men who pulled her along. A quick look from one of the others silenced any outcry on the man's part. They quickly turned her around in one of the stalls and lifted her naked body until her toes barely rested on the sides of the toilet. She heard a clank as the links of her chains were put over a hook in the ceiling.
They released her and she sank down a few inches, but no farther. She was suspended from that unseen hook high above, and the links in the chains binding her wrists refused to give. She dangled down, her toes slipping on the white porcelain of the toilet bowl.
Two men moved into the stall. Each one grabbed a slender leg and pulled. She was swung outward, her legs pulled into a wide, obscene vee. Her snatch was exposed to all the leering youths gathered. One of them quickly pulled down his fly and yanked out an already hard cock.
Without a word, he moved into the vertex of her legs, his prick before him like a blind man using a cane. She moaned softly as the cock entered her slit.
Lynn closed her eyes and tried to imagine she was elsewhere. Anywhere else would do. But the pain in her shoulders, arms and wrists was too great. Her entire weight was being supported by them now. The way they held her legs so far apart hurt. It hurt terribly. The position she was in caused her pussy to contract to the smallest possible diameter.
And into that impossibly tight cunt the man fucked hard. He didn't seem to notice that her cunt was gripping down fiercely around his prick. He fucked smoothly, easily, and when her pussy started to froth and boil with her lust, he fucked even faster.
The girl was dangling from the chains, lightly swinging back and forth with every single thrust. The men holding her legs dropped them. The man fucking her quickly picked up her legs and held them under each arm. She was swung to and fro as he drove his fuck stick into her softly yielding cunt.
"The burning! I'm on fire! Do something about it! And my arms, oh sweet Jesus, my arms are com- ing out of their sockets!"
He didn't listen to her moans of pain, and he seemed equally oblivious to her cries of pleasure. His prick parted her pinkly scalloped cunt lips and shot his balls toward her twat. Once berthed there, he rotated his hips in a large circle. She felt his prick stirring inside her like a spoon in a bowl. She knew she was responding forcefully to him, and hated herself for it.
She couldn't possibly come from this rape, but she did.
When she came, her entire body convulsed. She felt her muscles going rigid with desire, then she shook all over like a leaf in a high wind. The man allowed her as much freedom as he could without releasing her or pulling his prick from her steamy twat.
"More," she moaned aloud. "Give me more, dammit. Fuck me harder! I want it all the way up my cunt! Split me in half!"
The words seemed to be coming from other lips. She couldn't believe she could get turned on by such torture. Her arms were leaden weights now. The tug of her body weight on her wrists and shoulders was driving her out of her skull with pain. The crude fucking lacked all the finesse that she knew should be needed to-get her off.
She came again.
The pain blurred into the pleasure of the fucking. Just the feel of the hot and hard prick inside her tight cunt was all it took to get her off again and again. She felt like a string of firecrackers going off. The girl knew it was sick; depraved, perverted on her part to enjoy this torture and rape. But enjoy it she did.
Over and over, she loved every single thrust of his cock. She even began swinging her body to and fro so that she could add some force into each of his ponderous cock-attacks.
The spurt of his jism took her by surprise. She didn't expect him to get off quickly, but he had. A voice from outside the toilet stall said, "Two and a half minutes. My turn."
Hands dropped her legs. She cried aloud as the pain streaked through her arms and shoulders. Her entire weight was suspended by that thin chain looped over a hook in the ceiling. Hands fumbled under, her buttocks and ran down the backside of her legs. She was hoisted up, her pussy exposed to still another prick.
"I'll stay on a hell of a lot longer. And I don't mind sloppy seconds. Not when the nookie is as nice as this one. Shit, I can't believe the way she gets off on this!"
She tried to focus her eyes to see who it was saying all the awful things about her. She couldn't do it. Just as she blinked to clear her vision, she felt the blunted end of a cock poking into her cunt again. She shivered, a cold breeze finding its way into the stall and caressing her cunt. The blonde pussy fur actually rippled with the wind, and then the coldness was driven away by the heated shaft of manmeat.
He plunged balls deep into her seething hot cunt. She felt his balls slap wetly at her asshole, and wondered how much more of this she could stand. His hands worked up her legs until she was half braced against him. She wondered what he was doing as his hands worked over her well-whipped assflesh.
Then she knew. His finger found her asshole and plunged into it. She came hard. Her entire body shook and she almost pounded herself on his prick. Her hips swung back and forth in rapid movements, and his prick sailed up into her belly.
"This is it!" the man said. "I can hang on and ride her to the end of the line. I'm gonna collect that bet!"
"Another ten says he can't stay on longer than three minutes."
"Covered."
Lynn's ears barely heard the voices. The drum roll of her pulse hammered loudly in her temples. She felt blood surge into her boobs as she breathed harder and harder. Her nipples sprang erect again, redly pointing fingers capping the snow-white titflesh underneath. She felt the cock reaming her out, moving slowly inside her, then speeding up.
And that finger! It drove her insane with desire. He managed to stroke his prick through her delicate inner membranes. The knowledge that he was doing this excited her as much as anything he was doing.
The friction mounted. Her cunt walls burned. The love juices that had once run freely now evaporated under the frantic fucking. He swung her to and fro with greater speed and more determination. His finger in her ass tormented her.
And then he came. His balls literally blasted out his come into a white-hot stream that seared her sensitive cunt walls.
All the while he was jetting his load into her hungrily awaiting cunt, the girl was coming too. But she wasn't thinking of being strung up in the women's john. She wasn't thinking of all the cocks that had raped her that night. She wasn't even thinking of the torment still to come.
She was fantasizing as she had done in class earlier that day. She imagined that her father figure professor, Dr. Matthews, was fucking her. She imagined it was his prick driving deeply into her cunt and filling her with manseed. She came and came and came, thinking of the tall, virile professor.
Only when the last of the pledges had fucked her did she allow her thoughts to return to her predicament-and revenge!