Chapter 4
"Owwww! You're ... you're hurting me!"
"Shaddup, you fuckin' little cunt! You been askin' for somethin' like this for a long time. Now you're gonna get it ... and in spades!"
Cindy Barrington was in trouble. She had heard all the stories about Gus Johansen, the school janitor, tales about how he would leer at the girls in gym, of how he even had peepholes cut in the showers so he could watch them wash down. They had made Cindy feel kind of creepy whenever she went in to clean up or even to take a pee. But they also added a kind of spice she never admitted to the others. When her very best friend, Betty Thorston, told her Gus was caught more than once by the principal sitting in the basement and beating off over some girlie magazines, Cindy giggled, feeling her pussy tighten at the thought of him doing it. Gus wasn't particularly attractive, considering most things, but there was a kind of rugged handsomeness about him. That plus something else the girl just couldn't put her finger on drew Cindy to the basement right after school. Ducking her friends, she hid in the downstairs John until the sounds of the kids scurrying down the red-tiled floors of the building disappeared. Then Cindy snuck back into the halls, avoided the few teachers still in their offices grading papers, then slipped down the back corridor to the narrow stairway leading to Gus' office.
She hadn't been disappointed in what she found. Apparently Gus didn't care about the principal and the apparent warnings he'd received about sexual activities in the school. When she rounded the corner and leaned against one of the hot-water heaters gurgling away, she saw Gus reclining on a small cot across the room, his dirty overalls pushed down around his ankles, the red-and-white elastic band of his Jockey shorts wrapped tightly around his ankles. Sitting uneasily on his lap was a magazine opened to several pictures. More interesting to Cindy was what was happening between Gus' legs. The big man was jacking his cockmeat, his fingers clenching his fat hunk of cock tightly and jerking up and down on it. Every now and then he slowed down, groaning and grunting a little, only to begin all over again. At times his legs kicked out and he threw back his head, twisting his fingers around and around his bulbous prickhead. Cindy gasped, covering her mouth with her fingers, watching the operation with growing fascination. A misty dew began covering her blonde cunt tufts while blood rushed into her pussylips, swelling them open, making her feel so damned itchy and hot down there! Cindy let out another groan, rubbing her knees against one another, wishing she could reach under her skirt, pull down her panties and touch herself.
It was during her initial fascination with his jacking off that disaster happened. Not noticing an empty scrub bucket nearby, Cindy moved closer, her eyes widening, her nostrils flaring as she watched the middle-aged janitor fingering himself harder, faster. She took a deep breath, a quiver crossing her young, flushed cheeks. How her pulse raced, the blood scorching through her veins. Her flesh seemed so hot and sensitive to the touch! Above her, the pipes clanged and huffed, muffling the sounds of her sliding feet, the sounds of her increasingly harsh panting. She knew she was blushing violently. Nice girls just didn't do this sort of thing. But Cindy couldn't help herself. A small shock cut through her tightening thighs, making her feel all weak and shivery. Gus was moaning again, his fingers slowing down. He was holding his prick up straight now, his cockhead so purple, so shiny, Cindy thought it was going to explode. She could hear him breathing unevenly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He had his gray shirt open. Even from where she was standing the girl could see that he was dripping with perspiration. It was hot down there, but she knew that Gus was hot with something else. He was working his fingers slowly up and down the pulsing ridge that ran along the bottom side of his prick. She took another step forward, her hands hugging her body, her mouth dry as cotton. Then Cindy remained, watching as Gus began fingering himself rapidly once more, the slick clicking sounds of his hand over his cock making the girl hotter by the second.
"Yeah, yeah!" Gus had cried, moving his ass against the groaning cot.
Cindy took a shuddery breath, licking her bottom lip. She had once touched herself like that in the bathtub. Her mother had come in and said something. Cindy couldn't remember exactly what the words had been, But she knew that because of that one time she had felt funny about sex in general. But this, watching Gus doing this to himself, had managed to block out that early childhood warning.
Again, Gus had groaned, slowing down. Cindy moved another step, her foot accidentally kicking over the unseen bucket. It clattered noisily forward, hitting one leg of the cot. Gus jumped up as if someone had set off a bomb, pulling up his trousers quickly and knocking the magazine to the floor in the process. Cindy let out a tiny scream, crisscrossing her arms over her tits and backing up slowly.
"I ... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."
The words just wouldn't come out. How could she explain herself. People just didn't come wandering down here by accident. Gus stood there, his face red, his prick still pulsing, pressing against the front of his dirty gray overalls. His face had first registered some fear with shock. But in a second he realized what was going on and a smile crossed his lips.
"Curious, eh? Wanna see what I was beatin' off to?"
Gus had kicked the magazine over to Cindy. Now she saw the pictures, photos of women in black stockings, in leather harnesses and bras, being beaten and fucked by men.
"Oh, God!"
Cindy backed away, wanting to run quickly from the room. But Gus moved faster, locking the door, then starting to corner the terrified girl. Somehow the game ended at that point. Cindy begged him to let her go, swearing she'd never tell Mr. Jones, the principal, about what she'd seen. But Gus didn't seem to be listening to her. He only made odd animal-like sounds, spreading his arms out to prevent her from running away, crouching down like some kind of animal, his beady black eyes glittering with the excitement of the chase, of the hunt as he cornered Cindy near the water heater.
"Oh, no, no..."
Her whimpers died away, becoming nothing more than gasps as Gus lunged, gripping her by the wrists and dragging her over to the center of the room. He kept slobbering over her, his hands roaming all over her body, gathering the material of her blouse up in his paw-like hands, pulling the garment up out of her skirt. Cindy began to panic. She tried screaming. But Gus slipped a hand over her mouth, nearly choking the air from her, threatening to knock her senseless if she didn't cooperate. Cindy could hardly breathe, she was so terrified. It was then she cried out that he was hurting her and begged him to let her go.
"Please, I'm ... I'm sorry I came down here," she stammered, wiping the tears from her eyes. A quick downward glance told her that Gus was still excited, still hard.
"Sorry you just got caught, that's all," Gus corrected, his smile growing. "That's okay, though. I got plans for you. Figured sooner or later I was gonna catch me one of you cunts. And see?" Gus shrugged his shoulders and grinned evilly at her. "It happened."
"Oh, no, no..."
Cindy remembered that the school was practically vacant now. The few teachers who remained were at the front of the building near the office. Gus' spaces were at the rear and below the first floor. This plus the fact that no one particularly wanted to come down here unless he had to left them almost virtually isolated.
"I got lots of things down here ... things I been buyin' up just for some time like this," he said, his voice shivering, betraying the emotion that was coursing through his veins.
Cindy stood there, her body trembling with terror. Gus made a move for a small green scratched wooden box near his cot, then stopped, turning around and putting both hands on his hips. Cindy felt so small, so tiny, so helpless. All the bravado her mother and her friends always said she had disappeared in that moment.
"Please..."
"A virgin, baby? You a fuckin' virgin?"
Again Cindy bit down on her lower lip and nodded her head. Yes, she was. Maybe that would change his mind. Maybe he had some shred of decency in him that would make him stop this before it really got started.
"Yeah, ain't fucked a virgin in a long time. Didn't think there were any around here, 'specially the way you girls talk about fuckin' guys and all that crap," Gus muttered.
"No, get away from me ... oh, please, don't do this to me!"
Gus was walking toward her slowly, rubbing the dark stain in his pants, massaging his hard prick through the dirty material. Cindy felt as if she would faint, but she didn't dare lose consciousness.
"Go away ... please, just go away, let me go away," she begged, backing up. In a moment the girl felt her spine strike the water heater. There was nowhere for her to run. Her eyes searched about the tiny room frantically, looking for a way out. It was a prison for her. Everywhere she looked, she saw only Gus ... and that cot and that old green box.
"Oh, no, no, no..."
Cindy started to scream, her hands rushing to her mouth, her body trembling as Gus lunged for her. She felt one hand wrap tightly around her waist while the other clamped over her parting lips once again. His callused palm pressed so tightly, it felt as if he would force her teeth to cut her lips. Cindy struggled against him, her nose filled with the rank odor of sweat and grease. She felt his legs banging against hers as he tried dragging her away from the water heater. Struggling, crying out into his dirty palm, Cindy felt more of her blouse come undone. He was going to strip her, going to rape her right here in school!
"Nooooffffff!" she screamed.
Stories flashed through her mind, tales of young girls being raped by guys or even by teachers in high school. But those were the kind of things dreamed up by frustrated writers or something she had always thought. That sort of things never happened in real life.
"Come on, baby, come on and enjoy it. You wanted to see me beat off, right? Now you're gonna feel that thing squeezin' down into your pussy. That's just what you wanted, right?"
How could he talk so filthy? And now he was shoving her around the room, twisting her around, banging her head against the green cinderblock wall. When she came to her senses more fully, Cindy realized that Gus had fully opened her blouse. She could feel his belly and chest touching hers. And now his fingers were inching around, prying at the strap of her bra, fumbling with the hook.
"No, oh, no, somebody help me!" she cried as Gus took his hand away.
"Go on and yell, bitch. Ain't no one around here's gonna hear or help you," Gus muttered, tearing the bra from her body.
"Oh!"
Cindy's eyes widened, her arms shooting up and covering her naked tits. Somehow the girl had managed to slip away from him, drawing the torn sides of her blouse over her naked tits, crouching over. Cindy felt like a hunted animal now, her heart beating so hard, she thought it would surely burst! And there was Gus, holding her ripped bra in one hand, smelling it as if it were a bouquet of roses or something! The girl felt a little sick to her stomach as she watched.
"Nice, baby, nice and fresh. Bet your pussy's nice and fresh, too."
"Oh, no, no, no..."
Dropping her bra, Gus ran toward her, nearly tripping over the cot. The sound of the legs scratching over the cold concrete made Cindy yelp. She turned and began running blindly through the tiny room, her arms stretched in front of her, her blonde hair streaming behind. In a moment she felt fingers twist around the flowing strands, drawing them back, tugging so hard that tears sprang to her eyes.
"Yagggghhghhhhh!" she screamed.
The pain was excruciating! For a second Cindy thought Gus would snatch her bald. She could feel some of the hairs tearing from the roots. Her knees bending, Cindy let out another cry, feeling her neck tense and ache from the sudden sharp yanking back.
"I'm hot, baby. I was hot when I was starin' at all the naked women in the mag. But now I got one right here ... and with a real nice set of knockers, to boot," Gus said, panting heavily. "I'm real long and thick. But you know that already. And you're gonna dance around when I stick it in you. My bladder's almost as full as my balls. Maybe I'll piss inside your cunt, too, when I'm through shootin' off."
He wasy saying horrible things, terrible things that made her terrified. Again, the hand came over her mouth, muffling her cries. She choked and gagged, twisting around in that tight, air-choking grip, feeling his knees pressing up against the backs of her legs. Now Gus was tugging at her skirt, tearing down the zipper, sliding the black cloth over her thighs and down around her ankles.
"Yeah, yeah..."
Only her sheer pink panties were on now as she kicked her legs rapidly back and forth. He had lifted her from the floor, his one arm choking the wind from her for a moment.
But Cindy knew it would do no good to fight. It was going to happen. Cindy tried screaming again. But Gus' hand clamped more tightly around her mouth.
"You gonna give me trouble, girl? You do," he said, his face darkening, "and I'm gonna make you so fuckin' sorry you ever came down here and tried spyin' on ol' Gus, understand?"
The threat was well taken. Cindy stopped her struggling, feeling her body relax completely against the janitor's.
"Better," he muttered, relaxing his grip on her lips.
His wet mouth was slobbering all over her ears while his hands pawed her tits. He was squeezing them, moaning into one ear, hunching his crotch into her ass while pinching her long, red nipples. Cindy blushed furiously, feeling so ashamed so embarrassed. This was the first time a man had done something like this to her! She had always thought she would be married or at least engaged to a guy before she would have him touch her this way. But fate had something else in store for her. There she was, half naked in the school basement with the janitor pawing her, feeling her tits, rubbing his prick against her ass, pressing his legs against hers and telling her all sorts of awful, exciting things he was going to do to her.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, nice tight ass," he moaned, rubbing his hand over the thin silk and gathering the material in small balls. His breath stank with beer and cigarette smoke. His hands were roaming around her hipbones, sliding around to the front of her panties. Cindy gasped in a breath and held it, feeling his fingers inch over her crotch panel. Gus stopped for a moment, his breathing puffing against the back of her neck. It was sickening, awful! He was rubbing the nylon over her cunt lips, moaning and hunching, spreading his fingers out in fan movement and moving them up and down, up and down, pressing the dampening material to her pussycrack. The resulting sensation was shocking! Instead of the immoral outrage Cindy should have felt, the girl experienced extreme pleasure. Letting her head fell back, the young blonde teen felt an electric shock seeping from her clit and going to all parts of her body. How her tits seemed to swell at this point, throbbing with a kind of pulse that was plaguing her clit!
"Ohhhh, yeah, the little girl's turning on now, huh? You like ol' Gus touchin' you like that, emmmm! like having' your pussy rubbed."
"No, ohh, no, that's not true," Cindy said, lying through her clenched teeth.
"Right, sure. Come on. A little slut like you's not good enough for the bed yet."
He twisted her around, pushing her down until Cindy found herself flat on the floor, her ass flattened against the cold concrete. Gus was on top of her, his body nearly pressing the wind completely from her. Twisting her head to one side, the girl tried avoiding that stinking breath, those full, greasy lips that were trying to slide onto hers.
"Still playin' the virgin, eh, baby?" Gus said, an edge cutting through his voice. The stud cupped her cunt through her panties and gave it a squeeze. Cindy groaned, arching her back, feeling her jutting shoulder blades rubbing painfully against the hard, cold basement floor. One hand disappeared, sliding down between their bodies. A jingling sound told Cindy he was unzipping his pants again. In a moment the trousers were gone, kicked free of his ankles. Cindy could feel something warm and hard and hot pressing against her inner thighs and knew instinctively that it was his prick. Oh, yes, his cock was rubbing up and down against her flesh, inching up and pressing against the wet crotch panel of her panties. The girl let out another shuddering moan, blinking back the tears starting to form behind her eyelids.
"Uh ... no, no..."
Cindy squirmed and writhed, again trying to slide out from under him. But the moves only made her position worse. Gus held tightly onto her hair, tugging savagely whenever the girl fought him. More and more Cindy was aware of his throbbing prickhead pressing against her cunt. All that separated it from her cherry was that tiny band of nylon, not a barrier, she guessed, for the janitor was determined to rape her no matter what.