Chapter 4
Jenny's mouth was filled with Doug's come. Her tongue was coated with it. As Doug continued to fuck her face, his come spilled freely from her mouth, ran into her nose, her eyes and into her golden hair. She began coughing violently around the thrusting boy's prick.
Doug hastily withdrew his cock from her mouth, dripping with saliva and jism. "Whew!" he said, shaking his head. "I haven't had my cock sucked like that in a long time."
Christy shot him a hard look. "Hey, I meant by someone who didn't want to suck my prick. Nobody gives head like you, Christy baby. You know that."
Even as she tried to spit out the crude come filling her face, Jenny wondered again at the way these two strong young men obeyed the girl. Was it her raw, animal sexuality that held them? Jenny could tell the brown-haired teenager radiated sex. She could feel it.
"Ahunnn!" she groaned as Greg drove his fountaining cock vigorously into her cunt. With her pussy full of slick jism, the fucking no longer caused her pain. A spray of cunt-juice soaked Greg's crotch as his prick fucked into the oozing mess of Jenny's snatch.
It hadn't been the most thrilling fuck of his life, but it had been pretty good. The way the bound, lovely gym coach had writhed to the onslaught of his mighty, cock had surrounded his big, randy prick with delight. And the prisoner had gone even crazier when Doug had fucked his cock into her mouth! The way her huge, perfect, melon-like tits rolled around had been a real turn on.
But the burly black-haired youngster had to admit, his biggest kick out of fucking the tied-up blonde had been that Jenny was helpless. He wasn't a cruel man. But there was something incredibly exciting about having the long-legged beauty at his mercy. Knowing that her wild motions were desperate attempts to escape the fucking of his giant cock!
His cock shot a last wad of come into Jenny's already overflowing pussy. He pulled his cock out. A long strand of jism stretched between the head of his drooping prick and the slack pink lips of Jenny's cunt. It broke and fell to the shiny floor.
"Agggh!" Jenny shook her head and sputtered, trying to rid herself of the rank come that filled her mouth and nose. The come in her pussy gave her cunt an unpleasant feeling. She'd never imagined she would dislike the feel and taste of come!
She was sick to her stomach, and not just from the nasty flavor of Doug's jism. She was deeply humiliated by having been caught being fucked up the ass by Tim. And the degradation of having been tied-up and raped in her pussy and mouth, while Tim and his sister watched, was too much to bear!
The beautiful blonde was also afraid. Not just for her job-she had a feeling that was out the window anyway. But she was scared of what Christy Gallagher would do to her physically. There was a mad light in the shapely adolescent's dark eyes. She was capable of doing anything to her helpless captive, and Jenny knew it.
"Did you like the show, Timmy?" Christy asked her brother. "Wasn't it funny, the way she choked on Doug's jism?"
Tim spat at her. She laughed and stroked his face. "Oh, sweetheart, she enjoyed it. She's just a nasty slut. That's the kind of thing she deserves. She's not good enough for you."
The youth shook his head. "Christy, don't you understand? You're my sister. I can't make it with you any more. It-it's just not right."
The girl's face darkened. "You mean you didn't like fucking me?"
"No, no," Tim said. He felt Jenny's eyes on him. "It isn't that. It's just-"
"You'd rather fuck her than me! Is that it? Is it?"
Tim looked stricken. He opened his mouth to deny it. "Be quiet!" his sister snapped. Suddenly she broke into a heaving sob. "You don't love me any more. You're all I have."
"I can't love you, if you hurt Jenny." The youth looked thoughtful. "But if you would just let her go, honey, I-"
The girl turned on him. "No!" she shouted. Tears glistened on her cheeks but her eyes glowed with new light. "You can't fool me! You'd rather have her."
She leapt to her feet. Running to where Doug's pants were heaped with the rest of his clothes on the gym floor, she took his belt from the loops of his jeans.
"I'm going to make your blonde bitch hurt," she snarled. "Just watch. She's going to wish she never met you!"
Jenny's eyes widened as the girl approached the parallel bars, wrapping the end of the belt around one slim hand. Christy smiled sweetly as she approached her captive. "Get ready, darling," she said. "This is going to hurt. A lot."
Jenny shivered. The brunette could never make her wish she hadn't fucked Tim, she loved the youth. But Jenny thought she'd have been quite happy never to have seen his crazed sister!
Without warning Christy raised the belt and snapped it forward. Like a scorpion's sting it bit into the prisoner's rounded, bare, white tit. The tip of the belt seemed to cut into Jenny's tit like a knife.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" screamed the naked girl. Her tit exploded into flaming agony. Her hair whipped across her shoulders as she tossed her head in blinding pain.
"Hey, Christy, wait a minute-" Greg began, stepping forward. His jism-slimed cock hung loosely between his massive thighs.
Doug stopped him. His broad face held a look of lust. "Don't," he said. "Let her have her kicks.' It was apparent he was getting his kicks from watching the girl whip Jenny.
Tim was yelling curses at the top of his voice. "God damn you, Christy, I'll kill you-I'll kill all of you!" he raged. "If your hurt her any more I'll skin you alive, you evil, sadistic bitch."
Christy's answer was to raise the belt and bring it whistling down on her tit. It landed flat this time, right across the crest of Jenny's hot tit. It felt as if the blow would burst her nipple. She shrieked. Her body jerked so hard the parallel bars rocked.
As the captive dissolved into tears, Christy lowered her belt and turned to her brother. "Skin alive? Thanks for the idea. I may do just that to your girlfriend."
The boy paled. "Now, Christy-" Greg began.
She silenced him with a mean look.
Jenny lay with her head hanging toward the floor. Her tits blazed with pain. Her heart raced. She felt come congealing stickily in her pussy and on her mouth. She was afraid. She thought she would rather die than have her tormentor hit her again with that awful belt.
To her horror, Christy turned back towards her. "Enjoying yourself?" she asked. She swung the belt again.
This time the leather strap slapped wickedly across both Jenny's up-thrust tits. "Uhhhhhh AAAIIIIIIIIE!" the captive wailed. Her muscles bulged out on her stomach as she writhed in her bonds. She had to escape from the pain in her flogged tits. She couldn't stand it!
Smiling lasciviously, Christy began to lash furiously at Jenny's heaving bare tits. The ripe masses of titflesh jiggled and rolled as the belt beat them. Her skin turned red and puffy under the merciless onslaught of the teenaged girl's belt.
Tim was almost crying at the torture his lover was going through. To watch his sister cutting at Jenny's tits with the belt as if she were trying to whip a team of mules, broke his heart. Jenny's screams seemed to pierce his eardrums. Surely someone would hear the rhythmic smack of leather on naked tits.
But he knew deep inside that no one would. Everybody was gone. They were the only people at the school. He and Jenny were at the mercy of his sister and her friends.
Jenny was almost insane with pain. The agony in her hot jugs was intolerable-like nothing she'd ever known! But there was no escape. No way to save her tender tits from the hideous caress of the belt!
And then it stopped. Panting, dripping with sweat, Christy lowered her whip. Her full tits were rising and falling heavily from her passion and exertion.
"Okay," she husked. "That's enough for now. Greg, Doug, take her down. Tie her leg to the bars and tit-fuck the bitch. That ought to make her sing!"
Jenny wasn't even aware the girl was talking. All she knew was that the whipping had stopped but the agony hadn't. Every beat of her heart was torture.
Then hands were fumbling at her waist. The rough rope came off and her waist was freed. Then she felt herself lifted off the parallel bars.
Was it over? she wondered. The hands carried her a few feet and lay her on her back. Her weight crushed her pinioned wrists. The air caressing her enflamed tits made her gasp softly in pain. The floor was hard and cold beneath her.
Doug had the rope that had secured Jenny's waist to the bars. He looped one end of it around one slim ankle and tied the other to a set of parallel bars. "All right," he said, dusting his hands. His prick stuck out of his crotch like a lance. "You go ahead and fuck those tasty tits. I'm going to go get something."
Greg nodded, puzzled. The shorter youth disappeared off into the locker rooms along the far wall. The bulky young man was not reluctant to follow his friend's suggestion. His big prick had inflated like a balloon from watching Christy whip Jenny's tits!
He got on his knees and swung his leg across the victim's supine body. His long cock loomed over her tits. She opened her eyes and stared.
Greg sat back till she felt his asscheeks pressing down onto her belly. Then he scooted himself forward till his cock jutted over the shallow valley between her large, reddened tits. Her blue eyes fastened on his throbbing spar of cock. She gasped.
Greg shoved his giant prick between Jenny's tits. It felt like a bar of heated iron on her chest.
The touch stung Jenny's titflesh. "Ohh," she said softly. He lifted her tit and pressed his massive cock against her flesh.
Jenny stared down between her snowy tits at the swollen head of Greg's prick. His cockhead was wide and purplish and seemed to emanate heat. The hole in the tip of his prick was wet and juicy.
Trapping his cock against her tits and holding the spongy tit in place, Greg cupped Jenny's other tit.
He pressed her tits together around his rigid prick until it was held in place by the resilient tit mounds. He squeezed her jugs hard. "Ow," she moaned. "You're hurting me. Your hands hurt my tits. They're tender."
Christy heard her. "That's the idea, bitch," she said. "If you think it hurts now, think of what it'll be like when he's plunging his fat old prick between your whipped titties."
Jenny's brow wrinkled. It hadn't dawned on her till now what the black-haired young man had in mind. She was so dazed from her whipping. She looked at Greg with concern in her blue eyes.
He didn't meet her gaze. He pulled his hips back. His big cock was dragged backward through the tight, hot, dry tunnel formed by Jenny's tits. It pulled unpleasantly at her satiny tits.
Greg licked his lips. The feel of those magnificent tits wrapped around his prick was like nothing he'd ever felt before. But they felt good-very good!
He shoved his prick back between Jenny's tits. Her breath hissed. His cock rasped her tits and his hands were beginning to hurt her abused tits.
Her body wriggled restlessly on the hardwood gym floor. Her jugs would have ached anyway without the youngster mauling them with his sweaty hands and sliding his prick lustfully between them. "Stop," she murmured. "Please stop. It hurts."
This was really turning him on! He'd never even thought of fucking a woman's tits before. What a trip! Her titflesh was sweet and soft around his prick even if it didn't have the oily resilience of a wet and willing cunt. And the blonde was still tied and helpless.
Faster and faster he fucked her tits. Sweat dripped from his face onto the tortured tips of her tits. He squeezed her tits fiercely in his powerful hands, making the prisoner whimper. Her tits felt as if they were on fire. The valley between them was raw with pain.
The youth began to roll the pulsing tits around the pistoning bar of his cock. He could mold her tasty titflesh around his horny prick any way he wanted! Her tits seemed to clutch his eagerly-probing cock.
"Well, hey, that's using your imagination," Christy said suddenly. Greg cocked his head at her, thinking she was talking to him. Instead the brown-haired girl was looking past his shoulder. Behind him he heard footsteps.
He fucked his cock in between Jenny's tits with a surge of erotic energy. "Aiiiiiii," Jenny yelped as pain filled her tits.
Greg turned and looked over his shoulder. Doug was wearing nothing but a grin and a tremendous hard-on. He held a tennis racket. Greg frowned at him curiously.
"What're you doing to do with that?" he asked, a lascivious moan tearing from his lips by the delight of her tits crushing against his turgid, withdrawing ck.
The blond youth grinned. "Just watch," he suggested. He knelt between the prisoner's shapely thighs. He held the racket so that the handle protruded from his hand like a stiff cock.
Then he tilted the racket down so that it was aimed at the mouth of Jenny's cunt. Greg realized then that that was how he intended to use the racket, as a cock!
Doug pushed the racket till its handle was crushing the fragile lips of Jenny's pussy. "Ahhhh," she groaned. "What's he doing? It hurts! Uhnnn!"
"He's about to ram a tennis racket up your twat, sweetheart," Christy said brutally. Jenny cried out in fear.
"No!" The pressure on her pussy lips was becoming sharp, unbearable. "Don't let him--ahhhh, quit fucking my tits! Let me alone!"
Doug and Christy laughed. Doug parted her cunt lips. Then he drove the racket handle deeply into the captive's cunt. "Aaaaayyyyyuuuuhhhhh!" Jenny cried. Her back arched so violently she lifted Greg into the air with her. Her agonized writhing fucked her tits around the youth's hungry cock so wildly he almost came all over her face!
Her body thumped back to the floor. The racket hit the floor too and turned viciously inside her pussy. She screamed again shrilly.
"Hot fucking damn!" Greg gritted. His hands mashed her heavy tits around his cock. His head swam with lust. Tit-fucking this naked, captive woman was as fantastic a trip as he'd ever had!
Four inches of the wooden handle felt like a battering ram inside Jenny's tormented cunt. Doug got a better grip on the racket and crammed more of the handle into his screaming victim's pussy. "Yeeeeaaaa!" she shrieked, her hot body bucking like a bronco.
Greg fucked her thrashing body. He never stopped in his tireless fucking of the woman's smarting tits. His cock vibrated with pleasure at the smooth sliding of titflesh back and forth along his cock. He might have disapproved of Doug raping the woman with a tennis racket, but he had to admit that the degrading torture of Jenny's cunt was giving him an incredible amount of pleasure!
Doug's muscles bulged as he fucked the reluctant girl with the hard wooden handle. The smell of come and pussy was hot and maddening. Here was a lovely, nude woman, and he could do anything to her that he wanted! He pumped the handle in and out of her pussy as sweat sheathed his body.
Christy knelt at her brother's side with her hand on his shoulder. He tried to shrug her off, but she kept squeezing. The tip of her pink tongue peeked out between her lips.
"Exciting isn't it?" she whispered. "I never saw anything like this before!" She sounded excited, like a little girl on her first trip to the zoo.
Tim shook his head in disbelief. Was this really his sister-the girl he'd grown up with? The girl he'd loved as a sister and more? She'd always had an edge of wildness, of cruelty. But he'd never imagined she could derive such pleasure in the hideous degradation and abuse of a beautiful woman!
Through a mist of scarlet pain, Jenny watched the head of Greg's cock approach her face and then retreat back between the soft mounds of her tits. His prickhead practically disappeared between her tits every time Greg fucked his cock back-only to reappear and stab towards her face with lustful force!
Grunting with the exertion, Doug was fucking the tennis racket in and out of Jenny's cunt. Her dry pussy was still sore from being fucked by Greg's gigantic prick. The wooden handle reaming her cunt was sheer torture.
Her tits burned with pain. Greg's hands were practically crushing the succulent flesh as his passion increased. His cock throbbed, agonizing the abused flesh of Jenny's tits.
Greg shook his head like a horny bull. This was fucking! Plowing his prick between those tasty tits had him ready to come!
Jenny could feel the nearness of the big youth's orgasm. And she felt something else. Perhaps it was the hopelessness of her situation, or the humiliation. The inhibitions she normally would have felt were overcome. Her fit, lovely young body was responding to the assault of the two rampant cocks!
The pain was still present in her cunt. But the feeling that flowed out of her pussy were now of pleasure! "Ahhh," she said, unwilling to admit what was happening.
But it didn't stay secret. "Hey!" Doug exclaimed as he withdrew the racket's handle from a deep stroke up her pussy. The wood was stained and damp. And the hot smell of aroused cunt that wafted to the youth's nostrils told him what it was!
"She's getting turned on!" the blond youth said. "The slut is getting off on this!" He laughed incredulously and rammed the racket handle in Jenny's wet cunt again. He was rewarded by a moan of pleasure from the hot captive.
"See?" Christy gloated to her brother. "She's just a cheap, nasty slut. She's not worthy of you!"
Tim shook his head. But he could not tear his eyes off the spectacle of Jenny being Tit-fucked and ravished with the handle of a tennis racket!
Her body twisted and turned beneath Greg's weight. Jenny was moaning incoherently. Pleasure was driving pain forcibly from her body.
Greg blinked in amazement. The prisoner was getting horny from her abuse. She acted as if she was about to come!
The way the woman's contortions were rolling her masses of titflesh around his thrusting cock thrilled his prick to the point of madness. Then it seemed that a giant hand had closed around his balls and squeezed. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" he yelled.
Tossing her head back with rising passion, Jenny opened her eyes just as a blast of hot jism hit her. She felt the huge prick bucking between her tits. The swollen cockhead disappeared into the tit-tunnel. A white geyser of come spurted between her tits.
"Ohhh!" she moaned. The smell of jism was harsh in her nostrils. With another spray of come, Greg's cock emerged from between her hot tits.
Jenny opened her mouth and snagged his cock. The prick pulsed and filled her mouth with flavorful come. "Ummmmm!" Jenny sighed.
The tennis racket was almost twitched from Doug's hand as the captive came! Her butt came off the floor as her pussy spasmed with a climax. Staring in disbelief, Doug continued to fuck her sopping cunt, feeling the throes of orgasm wracking the prisoner's body.
Greg moaned and shook himself like a wet dog as his fat prick pumped charge after charge of seething jism into Jenny's lovely face. Her tongue swirled madly around his cock and she drank down his jism with lustful, orgasmic eagerness.
In a vague way, Jenny was aware of the ropes around her wrists and ankles and the pain in her whipped tits. White jism leaked from her mouth. Greg crushed her tits together around his hot prick. Doug fucked her with his tennis racket. She came as though she'd never stop.