Chapter 3
"Uh! Uh! Uhhhh!"
Ellen squeezed her cuntal muscles tight, holding onto the fucking cock for her dear life. Gasping through the spit-soaked gag, the woman felt Matt slapping her ass hard, his fingers bruising her already violated flesh.
"Gonna see just how much you can take, bitch. And I bet you can take a whole lot. Gonna carve my initials on your Goddamned ass-cheeks with a knife. Then you're gonna remember Matt every time you strip naked."
He pulled out, a stream of liquid fire oozing from her fuzzy cunthole. Ellen bawled, feeling her pussywalls shrinking back together. She felt alone, abandoned the moment Matt had withdrawn his cock. She ground her teeth together, rolling her ass around and bobbing it up and down in a frantic search for his cock. He was back, a long knife in one hand. Straddling her, riding her, Matt slipped his prick back in, filling her up until his balls flattened up against her ass. She felt something cold against her side and guessed it was the blade.
"I want to hear you squeal just like a gutted Pig."
Ellen jerked her head up, her eyes wide and focused on the knife now in front of her. He pressed the flat of the blade against her nose, rocking the knife to the right so the pointed tip gouged against her cheek. Was he going to scar her face? Ellen whimpered, too terrified to move.
"Come on, baby, come on. I wanna know if you dig havin' this happen to you."
"No, no," she whispered softly, holding her breath, waiting for his next move.
"like hell you don't."
He had the knife to her throat now, shaving it up and down in the hollow of her throat. She felt the knife scraping down, the pressure moving to her cleavage. The edge cut lightly, stinging a groove without drawing blood. That touch made her skin break into gooseflesh as she felt her cunt and ass-hole clench down hard in fear.
"Ohhhhh!"
Slapping her head back, Ellen screamed a cry of repressed terror. Matt had begun fucking her again, pushing his meat slowly in and drawing out more and more juice from her overheated cunthole. Ellen groaned, her mind torn between the sheer terror of being sliced to death and the complete delight of being fucked by the biggest, hardest cock in the world. Matt laughed and bore down, hammering his cock against her clit like an ax against flint. Sparks seemed to fly from her cunt while the big man traced her heavy tit with the tip of his blade. Ellen cried out again, her rump jerking up and down while a new fire exploded around the tight, rubbery rim of her cunt.
"Stop! Oh God, please..."
Ellen shouted again, twisting her body around. The ropes, the hassock, everything conspired against her. This time she felt the knife trace a pattern on her stiff nipple. Matt was taking his time, enjoying her mounting terror, loving the feel of her writhing sleek body gyrating under him. In a moment she felt her nipples becoming hard as the steel tormenting them. Closing her thighs, she felt sharp fiery convulsions race through her pussy.
"Bitch. You're enjoying it," he said, fucking down even harder.
"Uhhhhh!"
Ellen couldn't understand it herself. All she knew was that as the blade tip pointed at the nipple, her clit seemed to catch fire. She felt the blade moving, triggering a cluster of pleasure-pain sensations. The blade didn't have to cut through flesh to send her off spinning with delightful sensations exploding in her pussy.
Now the knife was at the nipple, circling the tiny thumb, making the peak turn a darker red. Ellen let out another squeal, shooting back her ass and feeling her bloated clit rub against his cock. It was about to explode and she was going to cum and cum hard. Ellen jerked her body, panting wildly while twisting under his violent caress.
"Now, baby, I see you're gonna pop. So am I," Matt admitted.
Ellen's face was contorted. Her eyelids were clenched tight while her cheeks drew in. Her lips drew back tight across her teeth while her jaws parted and saliva oozed from the corners of her mouth. She was a wild animal rutting like this in front of this strange man while he fucked her like crazy.
"Go for it, slut!"
Matt paused, took a breath, then shoved in and held her firmly. Ellen let out a wail, throwing her head back and alternately screaming and laughing as her climax erupted. She could feel the cum splashing in her, eating, it seemed, into her cunt like acid! It was enough to send her off into a mind-splitting oblivion. She bobbed her ass around, screaming and shouting while those stinging, aching spasms hit her again and again.
Matt slapped and beat her, throwing away the knife and holding her down while he fucked her down into the floor. His body straightened, angling over hers while his cock pounded savagely down into her cunthole. She felt those delicious shots of spunk hosing her pussy, oozing out finally and running down her inner thighs.
Even now as she slumped exhausted against the hassock, Ellen knew she would be back. The savagery, the humiliation, the fucking all appealed to something dark within her. She slumped there and heard Matt let out a long sigh as he pulled his cock slowly from her.
"Man, I fucked lots of chicks before. But you're one of the hottest. Baby, we're gonna make some good music together for a long time," he said, rubbing his hands up and down her back.
Ellen lay there for several minutes while he dressed. Only after he had tucked his plaid shirt into his Levi's did Matt bend down and start to untie her bonds, Ellen was unsure of what to do as she felt the rope slip off her wrists and ankles.
"Get up and get out. You got my number, slut. You call when you want more action," Matt said, pulling her up by the arm and dragging the unsteady woman over to her clothes.
"But, but..."
"No buts, baby. You get the fuck outta here. I got shit to do. Can't fuck you all damned day-although I'd sure as hell like to," Matt said, giving her a loud slap across the butt. "Besides, you gotta heal up them welts before I start in on you again. Call me later."
Ellen slipped her panties on, gathering her torn bra and stuffing it into her large black leather purse. Her blouse had been ripped as well, but she managed to arrange the material so the tears didn't show. Scooping her purse up from the floor, she cast one last look behind her. Matt was standing there in front of the hassock he had fucked her on, grinning from ear to ear.
She wanted to tell him she wouldn't be back. She wanted to tell him he was the most vile, filthy man she had ever met in her life. But then Ellen remembered his touch, the feel of leather smacking across her butt, the sensation of danger and pain mixing delightfully with the pleasure of being fucked . . .no, she couldn't lie to him.
Struggling with herself, the woman turned and walked briskly from the room, feeling the wonderful sensation of her cum-smeared pussylips rubbing against one another. Only as she walked into the street did Ellen think of her daughter again. She would have to be careful. She didn't want Kim finding out about this little business of hers.
Gathering her blouse about her, Ellen adjusted the shoulder strap of her purse and walked as briskly as she could back toward her home.
Kim would be home from school soon. She would make dinner and they would have another pleasant evening in front of the television. Ellen smiled, knowing there would be other times, other days when she and Matt would get together.
The warm, tingling sensation of having just been fucked still glowed in her swollen pussy. Standing at the corner waiting for a green light, Ellen felt the smooth, slick rub of her labia against one another. She liked that feeling, the sensation of warmth washing over her flesh. She rubbed her left upper arm with her fingers briskly while waiting, smiling as a twinge itched through her clit and made her knees buckle.
Matt. What an appropriate name-so masculine, so firm. He had been firm with her certainly, making her go through all those tricks before he had fucked her. Stepping down into the street, Ellen wondered what else he would do to her. What other tricks did he have up his sleeve? There were instruments on the wall he hadn't used on her. But there would be other days, as he had said-and she was sure she would relish them!
Some miles away, however, her daughter Kim, was hardly relishing the situation she found herself in at that moment.
"Lemme go! Stop it!" she cried.
"There's no place for me to go except right into your pussy."
"Pussy?"
Kim's mouth widened, her eyes rounding at the sound of that word. It was filthy, one of the words her mother had slapped her for having said one evening. And now this animal, this horrid boy, was telling her things. And the three others behind him only grinned.
"Go away! You shouldn't be down here anyway. And your filthy mouth's gonna get you in trouble."
Kim took three books from her locker, slamming the door loudly and locking it. She looked around. There was no one in the corridor. She bit her lower lip, feeling a little bit nervous. She knew she shouldn't have stayed after school this long but there had been some things she wanted to check out in the library. Now it was spooky here-especially with Albert Kalascz and his buddies standing around her.
"Ain't gonna get in trouble. Just as long as you don't do nothin' funny with me and have a good time."
"I'm not going to have a good time with you or any of your friends," she said airily, brushing past Albert and heading for the stairs.
It was a style that had worked before, she knew, Kim silently vowed she would never come down to her locker alone this late again.
"You're gonna do it, just like Karen and all the other girls do."
"You're crazy. I'm not going ... ohhhh!"
One of Al's friends took her books away. He had them in his hands and kept them away from her as she fought to get them back.
"You're gonna get in trouble for this," Kim said, pushing the long blonde hair from her eyes and lurching for the books.
"You won't get 'em back till I get a shot at your cunt."
With that he slipped one hand tightly around her waist, clamping the other around her opening mouth. His palm pressed so tightly against her lips it felt to Kim as if her teeth must be cutting into them.
Kim panicked, her legs going out from under her and kicking forward. They were going to rape her! She felt Al dragging her back, back toward the janitor's office.
"In here. He's up front working on one of the boilers. He ain't gonna be back for an hour.
There's more 'n enough time to fuck 'er."
It was Jerry Weiss, a tall redhead who played center on the basketball team. He had grabbed her books and now was scampering behind Al, working the doorknob until the door opened.
"In here. He's got a cot 'n everything. We'll be able to have a good time with the bitch," Jerry said to his buddy Lou, who took the books and held the door open for Al.
"Good fuckin'! It's gonna be good fuckin' with this little cunt."
Kim tried biting the hand covering her mouth, but Al purposely kept his palm flat and wide, making it impossible for her to get a good grip. Her heels dragged over the concrete, her sandals slipping off. Lou gathered them up and threw them into the room, looking around cautiously before sliding into the room and locking the door behind them.
"Noofffff!"
There was movement around her. When she was able to move around, she could see Al had tugged off his pants. He was naked from the waist down and something very long and thick and pink protruded from between his legs. His cock! She had seen enough pictures and heard enough tales to know what that thing was. He was going to stick it in her and fuck her. She was still a virgin, but after this session Kim knew that would be a thing of the past. "Mmmmmfffff!"
"Take a good look at it, baby. I'm gonna stick that thing right in you and make you feel good and warm and tight. Then I'm gonna let my buddies do the same thing. By the time we get through with you, there ain't gonna be a virgin pore in your fuckin' body."
"Mmmmmffff ... no, no, help me! Oh, God, somebody out there help me! They're going to rape me!"
By twisting around and biting down, Kim managed to break free temporarily. She lurched forward, slapping away Al's right hand and jumping for the door. She managed to beat her tiny fists against the wood, shouting and screaming for all she was worth. But there was no one left in the school and her words went unheeded.
A sharp blow between her shoulder blades nearly brought her to her knees and Kim slumped forward, tears springing to her eyes. More hands were pawing her, tearing her blue print summer frock and drawing her back into the savage pack.
"No, no, oh God, no!"
It was a savage nightmare coming true. She would be raped, and raped brutally. She could see that in their eyes!
"My bladder's almost as full as my balls. Maybe I'll piss inside you after I get through."
The other boys laughed in approval, watching as Kim winced at the suggestion.
"That'll take care of you tryin' any stunt again if you feel piss splashin' around in your cunt."
He twisted his hands in her hair, tugging on it, making the girl cry out in excruciating agony. He was pulling her around the room, shoving her face up against Lou's and then Jerry.
The tall redhead grabbed her hard around the waist, pressing his lips against hers and sticking his tongue down her throat! Kim shrank back. She had never kissed a boy like that, and now he was shoving his tongue down her throat, letting his spit mingle with hers while Al tugged at her dress.
"Noooo!"
Kim tried screaming again, but Al's hand clamped more tightly around her mouth. She thought she would surely pass out from disgust and fright. But then she decided she would not pass out. Stay alive. Worry about everything else afterward, but stay alive, she said to herself.
"Better, much better," Al murmured into her right ear, his wet mouth making her shudder with disgust. "For being such a nice girl I'm gonna give you a gift. Yeah, we're all gonna give you something nice and hard. You'll learn to love what I give you. And later on at home, you're gonna wish you had all of us around you, fucking you, feeling you."
"Nooooo!"
But the protest was barely a whisper. Kim knew by now she would have to endure whatever they threw at her. Tomorrow there would be time to tell the principal and her mother and the police what these boys had done to her. But now she would first have to endure their horror.
"Now we get down to business."
Al had her pressed up against one wall. She felt a kind of damp stickiness forming between one side and his belly as he pressed himself against her body. The sweat seemed to seep through his shirt and onto her blouse. Though the hand around her mouth relaxed a bit, the other remained tangled in her hair, keeping her close to the wall.
"Get 'er on the floor, man, so we can all enjoy the slut."
"Good idea. Yeah, we'll all have a crack at her. Maybe at the same time."
Al moved back, wrestling Kim to the floor, bending her knees with his. The girl panicked, feeling his cock rubbing up against her ass. Her dress had ridden up during the struggle and now her panties were clearly exposed. She could feel a cool draft blowing up against the backs of her thighs and onto her ass.
"Aiyeeeeee!"
Her worst fears had been confirmed. Al reached around and grabbed part of her right ass-cheek between a thumb and forefinger. He squeezed hard, pinching the tender flesh right through the pink nylon material. Slowly he rubbed the material up against her ass-flesh, working the elastic waistband down, down until her panties were just a twisted nylon rope stretched between her bent knees. Kim sobbed, knowing her ass and cunt were naked.
"You see it? She got a furry pussy? Man, some blonde girls don't have nothin' down there," Lou said, peering forward in the dim light and trying to see between her legs.
"She's got hair ... lots of it," Al said, moving his hand around between her thighs and cupping his fingers lightly around her pussy mound.
Kim groaned, feeling those digits sinking into her blood-rich cuntmeat. He was touching her in that secret, private place, a place where only her husband should have that right to touch. Kim blushed furiously, feeling her pulse start to race. This would be a horrid, horrid day!