Chapter 1
"You Goddamned little slut!"
Diane Koterlik looked at the young high school janitor, her eyes wide with surprise and horror. No one had ever talked to her like that. What right did Sam have?
"What?"
"You heard me, cunt. I know what you and your kind's been doin' around here-paradin' your ass around to get the guys worked up. Then you don't put out-or you put out like a Goddamned Hollywood street whore."
Diane had been surprised here in the basement by Sam. He was right, in a way. She'd been waiting for Danny Harrington. But that was just to talk. They liked talking in private, and figured the area just behind Sam's office would be perfect.
"Gonna teach you a lesson you won't forget. Gonna whip your ass!"
"Whip?"
Diane stared open-mouthed at the school janitor. Sam was always looked down on by most of the girls. Her best friend Kathy Blazey had given him the name of "Old Creep" and it stuck. Of course, they never would have said something like that to his face.
"That's what I said," Sam growled, dropping one hand down to his crotch.
Diane felt her heart skip a beat as she watched his fingers sliding up and down over the zipper of his filthy trousers. His eyes glistened. The dirt on his face streaked as sweat rolled down his cheeks. The young blonde teenager felt dirty as he licked his lips and began moving toward her, Diane stepped back.
"Danny's gonna be here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"So what? I can take care of him. He ain't around now, though."
Diane wanted to scream. But it was after four. There was no one around in this area of the school. It was deserted, one of the reasons she and Danny had chosen it. Sam threw down a wrench he'd been carrying. The clatter made Diane jump. She looked around wildly for some path of escape. There was none.
"Come on, baby. Come on and give ol' Sam's prick a good sucking. You suck cock, don't you?"
"You could be fired for this!" Diane blurted, not believing the filth pouring from his mouth.
"So what?" he sneered. "You ain't gonna say nothin'-not by the time I get through with you."
"Oh!"
Sam lunged for her, grabbing the teenager by the left wrist and wheeling her around. Diane felt sick, but somehow managed to jerk her arms free and beat the janitor on the chest. She thudded her fists hard, her hair flailing around her face.
"Filthy animal! Beast! Let go of me!" she cried, her sandals twisting off her feet as his thick-muscled arms slipped around her waist.
Diane felt panic gripping her heart like an icy set of fingers. He was gathering up the material of her black skirt, raising it up. In a moment she could feel his calloused fingers rubbing over her asscheeks, pulling down the nylon of her panties.
"Oh yeah, yeah, nice ass! Been thinkin' about an ass like that for a long time. You ever take a big prick up that butt?"
"Stop it! God, somebody help me! Help! Help!" Diane screamed. She knew the only way to get out of this was to raise her voice.
But Sam had thoughts on that, jerking one hand back, then bringing down his opened fist across her face. The slap knocked the girl from his arms. Diane screamed, her left cheek stinging from the blow. The young teenager stumbled back, her spine hitting a low metal rail that ran around one of the school's boilers. Her body jackknifed as her knees wobbled. With another sharp cry Diane tumbled to the floor.
"Yeah. Maybe this time you won't make so much fuckin' noise while I ram my prick down your fuckin' mouth," Sam growled.
"No, I won't. Get away from me," Diane groaned, somehow managing to get back to her feet. Her fingers gripped the black iron rail as she leaned heavily against it.
"Like to get roughed up, eh?" Sam said, his thick, sensuous lips curling into a sick smile. He scratched his stubbly chin, his brown eyes glistening with lust. "I thought I saw something like that in your eyes-a kind of glow, you know? Man, you're one of those types that likes to get knocked around."
"No, oh God, help, help!"
Her fingers tightened around the metal rod behind her. All around there were the clanking, thudding sounds of a large machine room. It was frightening. More terrifying was Sam and the way he was approaching her. Oh, why hadn't Danny come in yet? He should have been walking down those iron steps minutes ago!
"Come on, baby, come on to my prick."
Diane shrank back, drawing away. Again she looked up at the door, expecting her boyfriend to-come through and save her. Sam only sneered at her hopes, dashing them when he gripped her wrist once more and pulled her hard against him. She felt his panting breath against the side of her face and groaned. His fingers were nearly breaking her tiny bones. Worse, Diane could feel the heat of his body radiating through his filthy working clothes.
"Fuck, baby. That's what we're gonna be doin'-and doin' it my way!"
To emphasize his point, Sam reached up to her shoulders, pulling hard at the thin white material of her blouse. Diane screamed when she felt it rip down the back. In a moment he was fingering the thin white strap of her bra behind. The girl felt the cups tugging against her tits. And then ... and then Sam had ripped the halter from her body. Her tits swung out, high-riding and firm.
"No!" Diane stumbled back, covering her tits with both hands. Sam pursued her, knocking her hands away, then shoving her back, back toward his office. "No, no, don't!"
Diane stumbled backward, her heel striking an uneven metal plate on the basement floor. Sam was quickly on top of her, kissing her throat, his knees shoving against hers as his fingers fumbled around the zipper of her skirt. And then Diane felt her skirt slip from her thighs. She managed to free her arms again, drawing them up and pressing her palms against his chest. Sam laughed, tearing the garment from her, then pushing his hands around her ass. Diane let out a groan, her mouth a tight scar as a pulse leaped at her throat.
Naked! Stripped naked here in the basement! How the metal-paneled floor hurt her back and shoulders! But the one thing she was more worried about was Sam-Sam and the way he was holding her.
"Stop this!" she yelped.
Sam got up, dragging her to her feet. Again Diane tried covering her naked tits with her upper arms. Sam reached forward, turning her around like a puppet dangling from a string. Then he ripped her panties off, tossing them atop the remainder of her clothes. Diane let out a scream, bending at the waist while trying to cover her bushy cunt hairs from his view. Sam liked her dilemma, the way she kept moaning and backing away from him. He wiped his lips with the back of one hand, grinning hellishly at her.
Diane let out another moan, feeling an icy draft blow between her warm thighs. She shivered, throwing her arms across her tits.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Diane asked tearfully, blinking away the water from her eyes. She knew she was going to have a rough time. For one reason or other Danny wasn't coming, and no one was around to save her. Oh, she hadn't done anything to deserve this!
"Because I wanna," Sam said, tilting his chin up a little.
With that the janitor moved toward her, raising his fists. Diane let out a cry and ran back toward the stairs. She stumbled, stubbing her toes badly on the metal floor plates. The pain was terrible, making her cry. But she jerked away just in time, evading Sam's outstretched hands. Her tits bobbed, her cheeks and belly and thighs jiggled as she began running frantically around the basement. She was crashing into all sorts of things, nearly falling over loose boxes and buckets. Sam laughed at her, his voice ringing in the large room. Diane ran around a large boiler, her fingers burning at the touch of that hot metal.
She felt a warm trickle on her thigh and knew she was pissing. She was disgracing herself in front of this animal! And there was nothing she could do about it.
"Gettin' kinda excited about it, ain'tcha? You can hardly wait for old Sam to fuck his prick down your throat, then maybe up your cunt!"
"Noooo!"
Diane felt beads of perspiration dotting her forehead as she barely managed to keep free of Sam's outstretched hands. He wanted her, wanted her in the most violent way! If only she could keep free of him until Danny came down-then things would be all right.
"Stop! Oh God, stop this!"
But Sam refused to listen. He drew closer to her, slapping her ass hard twice before she managed to slip away again. Diane spun around, not sure of which way she should flee. She turned around, staring wildly like a hunted, terrified animal. The cold air around her, the constant hissing and pounding of the boilers, the yellowish light flooding the space-everything conspired against her. The girl thought she would surely faint from fright. But she had to stay conscious, alive!
She heard him behind her. Screaming, Diane began running to the right of the number three boiler. Too late. Sam grabbed her hair, pulling back hard to slow her down. She yelped, her head pulled back. There was sharp pain as Sam tore several strands of her blonde hair from her scalp. Diane felt her knees giving way again. He was on top of her once more. She felt his belt buckle pressing against her asscheeks.
He was pinching her ass while smoothing one hand around her belly. Diane felt her flesh crawl. No one had ever seen her naked like this, let alone touched her. Not even on the hottest of dates had she let a guy so much as lay a finger on her thighs. And now ... and now this animal had stripped her and was drawing his hand close to her pussy!
Diane screamed, writhing against him, desperately trying to wriggle from his grip. "No, no, no!"
"C'mon, bitch. You wanna get fucked bad. I could see that, man. That's why you and your boyfriend wanted to come down here. Figured I wouldn't be around and you two could fuck your brains out. You might be cummin' your mind out, baby, but it's gonna be with ol' Sam here."
He fucked two fingers into her pussy.
Diane's eyes bulged, her jaw slackening as she felt those fingers fuck in. Her legs kicked out like those of a frog while her ass pressed hard against his cock-bulge. He was fucking her with his fingers, twisting them around and around, fucking them in and out until the tips began touching her cherry. Diane screamed, curling her fingers and dragging her nails against his knuckles.
"Stop it! Don't! I'm a virgin!" she cried.
"Yeah, can tell that. Wouldn't have guessed, though."
Sam sounded a little disappointed. But he still kept fucking her cunt with his hand, making sure his fingers touched her clit. Diane wrinkled her forehead, unsure of what she was feeling now. Terror, of course. And there was some pain. But something else was happening down there, something that was turning her on in an odd way. She couldn't dwell on that feeling right now.
"Uh!" Diane felt herself spurting piss onto his hand.
"Damn you, bitch!"
Sam cursed, jerking his hand away from her cunt, then shoving his piss-drenched fingers in her mouth. Diane pulled away, wrinkling her nose up at the man's foul-smelling fingers. Sam refused to let her get away that easily. Again he jammed the fingers up to her mouth, kicking her hard in the ass with his knee. Groaning, the young girl soon found those awful fingers in her mouth, sawing in and out. She licked and lapped at them, swallowing the awful piss as Sam laughed wildly behind her.
"Man, that's it! Lick 'em good, lick 'em nice and clean."
"Noooo ... uhhhhh!"
Sam shoved her forward roughly. Diane stumbled several feet forward, pushing the hair from her eyes. Turning around and facing her tormentor, she saw Sam standing there now with two lengths of rope in one hand. A large cock-bulge was tenting up the front of his trousers.
"What ... what are you going to do to me now?" she asked.
"Warm up that ass. Gonna make it nice and hot for me before I start fucking."
Good. At least, time would pass before he began doing anything really serious to her. That would give Danny some time to come down and rescue her before Sam popped her cherry! Diane shivered. Just the thought of losing her innocence to a creep like Sam the janitor made her shudder with revulsion.
"Turn around."
She did as she was ordered, placing both hands on the guardrail around the first boiler. Sam worked quickly, looping the first rope around her left wrist and fastening her arm to the metal. She watched as he threaded the rope around itself, securing it and her wrist with a double figure-eight knot. Sam moved to the other hand, doing the same thing. Diane tugged back, but it was impossible for her to move her hands away from the rail. She had to bend her knees slightly to keep her shoulders from hurting. It was then she heard the hissing of leather against material and turned around. Peering over her shoulder, she saw Sam standing there with the black leather belt in one hand. He had doubled it and was tapping it gently against his right knee. Already the girl knew what was going to happen. She felt her flesh suddenly become incredibly sensitive as she curled her toes against the cold metal and waited.
"Please, Sam," she sobbed, more hot tears running down her flushed cheeks. "Please, oh please, don't do this ... oh please, don't."
Sam relished her pain, laughing at her, then cocking his arm back. She trembled, her horror-stricken eyes wide and focused on that black belt. No one had ever hit her, not even her father. Now she was going to be beaten, and beaten severely. She breathed faster, her breath nearly bursting her lungs. He paused for a moment, taking in her supple ass, her full thighs, her large, high-riding tits. Then the belt cut a broad arc through the air.
Diane let out a cry, closing her eyes. "Yaghgghgh! Uh!"
The doubled belt struck her right asscheek, leaving a long red mark on the white flesh. Diane let out cry after cry as the hot stinging sensation burned into her ass. Her knees nearly collapsed. She did all she could to remain standing, knocking stray strands of hair from her eyes. Another blow, this one hard against her asscrack, sent the girl pitching forward hard against the metal rail. Diane tried tearing her wrists from the rail. But the ropes held, chafing her flesh cruelly. Sam began slapping the belt against the backs of her thighs. Shouting, screaming in a mindless torrent of sound, she tried twisting her ass around and away from the awful belt.
"Like I said, gotta warm up that butt," Sam said, kicking her in the ass with one booted foot and threatening her with more if she didn't obey.
Sobbing, shrugging her head in her shoulder Diane turned around, leaning heavily against the guardrail. "Oh, God."
The belt came down, the black leather striking the flesh between her jutting shoulder blades. Diane let out a squeal, her body pitching forward hard against the metal rail. Diane tried tearing her wrists from the rail. But the ropes held, chafing her flesh cruelly. Sam began slapping the belt against the backs of her thighs. Shouting, screaming in a mindless torrent of sound, she tried twisting her ass around and away from the awful belt.
"Like I said, gotta warm up that butt," Sam said, kicking her in the ass with one booted foot and threatening her with more if she didn't obey.
Sobbing, shrugging her head in her shoulder Diane turned around, leaning heavily against the guardrail. "Oh, God."
The belt came down, the black leather striking the flesh between her jutting shoulder blades. Diane let out a squeal, her body pitching forward, her forehead striking the boiler in front of her. She staggered backward, her wrists pulling heavily at the ropes binding them. Sam unfurled the belt, letting its full length crack like thunder over her head. Diane squealed once more, shrinking away from the awful weapon.
"Damned cunts!" Sam sputtered, his face turning red. "Paradin' around here and gettin' my prick all hot and bothered. Then I gotta go in and beat off."
He brought down the belt between her jiggling asscheeks. Crying out, Diane felt her arms snapping hard against the restraining rope. The end of the belt bit between her asscheeks, tugging her asshole out of shape for a moment.
"Yaghghghghhhhh!"
Gripping her shoulder, Sam twisted her around so she was half facing him. Holding her, he brought the belt down hard against her tits, the leather nearly tearing the nipples from her tits. Diane screamed, her head snapping back. Tears sprang from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks. Her feet slipped on the metal floor while her knees buckled again. Sam hit her hard across the fronts of her thighs, finally shoving the belt up against her cunt. Diane's mouth opened, a rush of air escaping from her throat and over her teeth. She felt the cool, slick material spreading her cuntlips apart. He was purposely working the belt into her cunt while sneering down at her.
"Leather fuck. That's what you want. Too bad I don't have all my stuff here. That's at home. Maybe later. Gotta improvise here."
"No, no never!"
With a quick, savage movement, Sam slashed the belt across both her nipples again. Diane screamed sharply, falling to her knees. The pain was simply too much. She couldn't withstand that kind of attack. The world seemed to be growing black as she clung to the handrail, the rope hurting her flesh so much! Oh, where was Danny?