Chapter 2
"Ahhhhh!" Diane gasped.
Sam had found some cold water, filled a glass and tossed it in her face, reviving her. Diane shook the wet hair from her eyes, standing up tentatively and staring with hatred at the big janitor. How she wished she could tear her hands free from this awful iron rail and scratch his eyes out!
"That's it, baby, I wanna see that hate in your face. Man, what a fuckin' turn-on!"
He was enjoying her anger, wallowing in her hatred. The belt struck just under her kneecap. He pulled her away from the rail and stuck a finger up into her shitter. Diane let out a yelp at the cruel invasion. Never, never had she guessed a man could be capable of this kind of cruelty!
"Owwwww!"
Her face was a wrinkled mask of pain as Sam fucked that finger up farther, squirming and wriggling it up into her asshole while watching the horror and shock register in her face.
"No, no, take it out! Out! Out!"
Sam shoved in another finger, twisting them around like a screwdriver until Diane's knees began failing her again. Pulling his fingers out with a popping sound, he pushed her forward, slamming her belly against the rail. Diane let out a grunt, the wind knocked from her. Falling to the floor, she felt her feet push out behind her. Sam was lashing the belt over and over against her soles, sending incredible jolts of pain up to her brain. Diane kicked out blindly. Her long wet hair dangled clear to her ass now as she wailed, her head back, her mouth wide open.
Sam slowed his strokes, trying to time them so the girl couldn't anticipate them. Diane sobbed freely, pressing her forehead against the iron railing as the dry smacking sound of the leather against her flesh filled the boiler room.
"Stupid little bitch. Got yourself in this and can't get out without fuckin' me. You're gonna think about this for a long, long time."
The belting stopped! Thank God in heaven, the belting stopped! Diane leaned forward, pressing her forehead once again against the cool iron railing. Maybe he had gotten off. Maybe he would let her go!
She had begun to relax, let down what little guard she had. That was exactly what Sam had been waiting for. With one slashing downstroke, he drove the belt right down the valley of her asscrack. This time the blow had a particularly savage strength. Diane thought she was being ripped open. Her head snapped back again, her spine curled while her feet slid wildly along the slick floor. Again came that awful slashing downstroke. Diane screamed. She jerked convulsively as if someone had touched her with a live electric wire!
"Yaghghghghghhhh!"
She couldn't take much more! And still the black leather belt smacked hard against her flesh. Sam laughed loudly behind her. He stopped the whipping long enough to jab the buckled end of the belt into the narrow zone between her pussy and asshole. Diane groaned, feeling that cold brass slip up and down. She shoved her ass back, trying to get away from the blunt thing pressing at her. The edge of the buckle went roughly into her cunt. It forced the warm cunt flesh open.
It was at this point that Diane realized something more than just reaction to pain and humiliation was happening. She was getting aroused, really more and more turned on by this horrid beating. Again she thought about it-the feeling of excitement as he beat her.
Sam saw this and laughed at her. "Man, just like I said before, you can't get enough of this shit, can you? You really dig havin' me beat the fuck outta you. Bitch!"
"No, not true!" What was happening to her? Never had she thought pleasure could be so directly linked to pain. "Yaghghghhhh!"
Another blow, this one crisscrossing the others that had slashed over her ass. Her knees banged hard against the boiler.
Sam had thrown down the belt. Diane heard it drop to the floor. He was rubbing his cock-bulge up against her ass now, running his hands up and down her sides, feeling her off. Then came those awful fingers again, rubbing up against her shitter. Diane stared straight ahead, her face a mask of terrible concentration.
The abused ring of her shitter was being driven up into her shitter. She clawed her fingers against the metal rail, her nails breaking. Her arm muscles knotted with tension as Sam slowly fucked two fingers back up into her asshole.
"Nooooooo!"
Her large tits slapped together, her belly tensing, then feeling as if it were turning over. A strange kind of fire began in the rim of her asshole as he fucked those fingers in and out. Diane remembered his threat, the threat of him fucking his prick up her ass! Oh, was he going to fuck her ass?
A noise! Both of them stopped, and Diane heard the door overhead opening. Danny! He had finally come. She was about to open her mouth when Sam slipped one calloused, dirty palm over her lips. He pressed in so hard her teeth cut into her flesh.
"Say one fuckin' thing and I'm gonna make sure he doesn't have another fuckin' basketball game to play in," Sam threatened.
Diane swallowed hard.
"Diane?"
The boy stood at the rail, looking down. Because of the positioning of the boiler, it was impossible for him to see her and Sam.
"Diane, you down there?"
Oh God, please, let him come down here, please, the terrified girl prayed, feeling Sam's hand tighten even more around her mouth.
"Don't even whimper," Sam whispered.
She felt Sam's head beating hard against her back as Danny shuffled around above her. If only he would come down a few steps, he could see what was happening and go for help.
"Di?"
"Think he's gonna go," Sam said.
Diane's heart sank at that remark. She heard Danny call out a few more times, then heard the metal door slam heavily. She had been abandoned to this maniac!
"Better. That's good, real good. You didn't try nothing weird. Sam's gonna give you a nice reward for that," the janitor said.
Diane wanted to spit but somehow managed to keep her gut reaction to herself. Sam reached back and pulled out a rusty knife, holding it up to the overhead light and checking out the blade.
"Not much. Use it for cuttin' wire. Come on, up on this crate."
He kicked a small crate over to her, forcing the girl to climb onto it and kneel, her hands still roped to the black wrought-iron rail. In this kneeling position, Diane found her ass thrust out at an obscene angle. She pulled her ass back in, realizing she was shaming herself this way.
"Nice knife. Be surprised what it can do, even a dull one like this."
Diane's heart almost stopped. Sam was pressing the flat of the blade against the back of her neck. She felt the chilled, rusty metal against her warm flesh and let out a small whimper. Her teeth chattered. Stiffening her back, the girl drew her knees together as if that somehow could protect her. She felt so naked, so vulnerable with the terrible pressure of the knife against her skin. Letting out a gasp, the girl was afraid to make the slightest move.
Sam chuckled. "Used this for a long time," he said, turning it around so the sharpened edge was against her skin. "Could cut through wood with it. Shame I haven't kept it up. But then again, not much use for it now."
Sam talked on, now moving the knife down, down from her neck to the upper portion of her back. She shuddered. Sam was leaving a small, narrow white mark on her flesh as he drew it down her body. He traced the small bumps on her spine with the tip of that blade, drawing it in a broad arc to her thighs.
Diane strained to be silent, knowing the janitor derived more awful pleasure from her cries when she screamed out her pain. But it was hard not saying or doing anything. He could thrust that knife into her and end her life at a moment's notice. Stories of young girls being found brutally murdered shot through her head as she crouched there helplessly, kneeling on that splintery wooden crate. And that knife, the way it was sliding down her body! She let out another cry of despair, her head hanging down.
"You like this, don'tcha, baby? You dig this almost as much as you like bein' slapped around and hit with that belt, right?" Sam taunted.
"No, no!" she cried back defiantly.
The blade slipped down a little more. Now he was tracing the outline of her thigh. She shuddered. The sharpness, the coldness of the metal drove her nearly to madness. She heard him breathing deeply behind her. He was moving up closer, watching as the knife slipped around her asscheeks. Diane wanted to sink through some hole in the floor. She felt him spreading her knees forcibly apart. The wet, sticky line of her pussy-crack was exposed.
Yes, her pussy was wet! That was the thing that surprised her. In spite of this pain, she was getting so very hot and tight down there.
"Can rust out my knife doin' this. But what the hell?"
Diane groaned, wondering what else he was planning to do to her. The touch of the blade up against her asscrack gave her an idea. Again the teen stiffened, her body jerking up against the ropes holding her wrists to the rail. The tip of his knife was moving across her right asscheek.
"Nooooo!"
He was drawing the thing down to the bottom swell of her ass, rubbing the flat of the blade now between her cunt and her asshole. Diane thought that the slightest move on her part could ruin her forever. She felt the shocking chill of the rusty metal on that supersensitive part of her body. Her asshole winked shut while her pussy muscles cramped shut. Sam only laughed, watching as goose flesh dotted her asscheeks.
"Uhhhh!"
The girl felt her pussy sucking in air, opening in an uncontrollable spasm. The knife was moving along now, the tip tracing the edges of her cuntlips. She bit her lip, her nostrils flaring.
"Nice, real nice. You're good and sensitive down there. That's real good," Sam said almost clinically.
Diane felt a trickle of cunt juice seep from her cunthole, oozing down her thighs. She shifted position on the crate, hearing the boards creaking with her moving weight. He was moving the knife up, up until it was flat against her pussy!
"Oh, God!"
It was as if someone had put an ice cube in the center of her hot cunt. He was pressing the blade from the bottom junction of her cuntlips to her clit. Diane shuddered, her pussy cinching down on the knife. The sharp, rusty edges of the blade cut her pussylips.
"Owwww!"
There was nothing, nothing she could do to stop the cinching down of her pussy. Sam rocked the knife up and down, making sure the tip was pricking her clit. The girl felt millions of hot sparks showering into her cunt from that touch. Her back arched, making her open her cunt more to the young, foul-mouthed janitor.
"Man, gonna be fuckin' into that pussy. Gonna be fuckin' into it," he whispered hotly.
The constant touch and chill of that knife sent jolts of incredible pleasure searing through the horrified teenager. She slowly became conscious of tiny slits on the edges of her cuntlips.
Diane pranced her ass about, feeling that blade rousing incredibly hot, itchy feelings from her clit. She was in heat! That was the only way she could describe it! She felt like a cat in heat, biting down on her lower lip to keep from yowling out as that horrid knife traced around and around her cuntlips.
Diane felt the tip of his knife piercing her clit folds. The searing pain was inseparable from the electric thrill of direct clit-touch. She felt her slit cuntlips catch on fire as the juices stung through her pussy. Her head throbbed from all the belting as her knees slipped farther apart on the shaky crate. She thought about the belting, about the way the leather had stung her ass. Just thinking about it made her cunt juices flow faster. She hated herself for these feelings. This was the man who was binding her to the rail, degrading her, touching her in places only her husband or lover should touch her. And yet she was clutching at the rail the way she should be touching such a man.
Sam dragged the tip of the knife back, stinging the very edge of her cuntmouth. Then it was back again, the buzzing, spinning flashes in her clit taking away her breath. Diane found herself bobbing her ass, feeling the resulting jiggling movements through her body.
"Poor, hot pussy," Sam said, laughing as he stroked her cunt with the back of one finger. "It's all hot and runny. Needs something to cool it down."
There was another pause. And then Diane felt Sam's tongue washing over her pussy. He was putting his mouth on her cunt! She let out a shocked cry as that tongue squirmed and squiggled hotly over her pussy. It was so wet, so swarmy down there! And he was making such sucking sounds, sounds that sent chills racing up and down her spine. That tongue! How it brushed over her clit. His unshaven cheeks rubbed the flesh on her inner asscheeks raw while that tongue fucked deeper into her cunthole.
It was making that tight, hot itchy feeling deep inside her worse! The more he lapped at her pussy, the hotter Diane felt herself burn. She no longer thought about Danny, about that box she was kneeling on. The ropes chafing her wrist even seemed to add to her general delight as Sam kept on lapping his tongue over her cunt like a dog. She clenched her ass muscles, her ass tightening, then relaxing under his sloppy tonguing friction.
"Oh God!"
It was as if someone were strangling her. But it was her own excitement taking her breath away! She shoved her ass back at the big stud. Sam was sucking hard, his cheeks caving in while his tongue fucked in and out of her pussy with fast, fluttering moves. Diane couldn't believe the sensations that was creating! And then he pulled away once more, slapping her ass several times with the flat of his right hand.
And then that awful knife was back, back stinging a line up her right asscheek, then edging back toward her asshole. In a second she felt the tip touching her wrinkled asshole. Oh yes, yes, it was stabbing into her asshole! The entire area caught fire, it seemed.
She moved her body, sliding it from side to side while Sam kept moving that awful knife around her cunt.
"Bitch pig! You love it, don'tcha? Now you can take my cock, right up your pussy! Gonna stab my prick right up your Goddamned cunt!"
"No, no!"
Diane screamed, clenching her ass. She banged her head against the smooth boiler housing a third time.
Her cherry! He was going to tear her cherry apart with his prick. The girl heard the knife fall with a clatter against the metal plating below. There was the sound of material rustling, and then the feel of Sam's fingers around her hips.
"And this'll keep your Goddamned mind off your fuckin' cherry."
"Eaghghghghh!"
What had he shoved up her ass? It hurt so! The girl let out another scream, feeling the tearing, aching sensation stretched beyond the outer curves of her asscheeks. Her belly convulsed while her leg and arm muscles cramped. How it hurt her!
"It's a pipe, baby. About an inch thick. Keep it around here to help my pry things open. That's just what it's doin'-keepin' that asshole of yours pried open. Feel good?"
Sam emphasized his point, pushing it in a little deeper. Diane screamed, her cries bouncing off the basement walls. He had the thing shoved inches into her asshole. At that point, Sam grabbed her hard around the hips, his fingertips bruising her flesh. How her cunt fluttered at his rough touch!
Diane was ashamed of herself as she threw back her head and let out an animal-like groan. "Ohhhhhh!"
"It's gonna feel real nice, baby, real nice!"
His cock! Surely that had to be his prick pressing up against her ass. He was sliding it around to her pussy, taking the metal thing in her ass and twisting in a little deeper.
"Goin' in now, baby."
Diane held her breath, remembering all those stories about how badly that first fuck hurt a woman. Crouched there on the crate, her hands roped to the rail, her forehead pressed against the rail, with that thing shoved well into her ass Diane waited for her first fuck.