Chapter 4
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, nooooooooo! God, no, no ... yahghghghhhhh!"
Her climax hit the girl like a thunderbolt! Diane had tried to hold off. But the immense blast furnace of heat in her cunt grew and grew. She heard the squishing of Sam's cock fucking into her cunt, trenching through her guts. And always he was fucking that metal pipe into her asshole, sending more sparks of delight into her pussy. It was too much for the young blonde teenager to handle. Diane gritted her teeth. She had no energy for growling or gasping now. All her will focused onto her pussy, pinpointing around her clit and her nipples and her shitter.
Sam was beating his hands against her lower back. She could feel something very hot and very wet spattering against her cuntal walls.
His jizz! He was fire hosing his cum into her pussy. The girl closed her eyes, feeling that steady pumping in her pussy. Sam was shaking all over her, his fingernails clawing at her sides, leaving long red marks along her ribs. How he hurt her! And yet how much the girl enjoyed that pain, reveling in it while her body still was poised on the fence separating sanity from sexual madness.
"Oh, yeah, yeahhhhh!" Sam growled.
Sam was falling to pieces, hanging onto the girl, slapping her at times while his prick seemed to thicken inside her cunt. With a furious, savage cock-jab, the young janitor fucked deep into her. Those lava-like blasts of cum made her gasp. In a moment she felt her cunt walls crash in like an earthquake.
"Yuaghhghghhhhh!"
The first massive jolt of her cum shattered the girl completely. Her sphincter went into spasms immediately, wringing at the metal tube shoved into her ass. Her hips swerved around and around, making it difficult for Sam to hold onto her properly.
"Fuck it out, bitch, come on and fuck it out," Sam encouraged.
For an instant the girl forgot about the man fucking her and went wild. She heard herself screaming. The terrifying impact of her climax tore through her nipples, her cunt, her asshole. Diane sobbed again, knowing that that cum-spurting, jabbing cockshaft was attached to the crotch of the high school's creepy janitor. But still her cunt milked more and more cum from Sam's prick. Still she thrilled at the touch of his hot, leathery balls as they nested up against her upturned ass.
In a moment, it was all over, reality beginning to seep into her confused, rattled mind.
"Man, that was good fuckin'. Wanted to stick my cock into your mouth. But we can talk about that later," Sam said, pulling up from the girl.
"Later?"
The word escaped her lips involuntarily. She wasn't going to say anything about that until she managed to escape from the basement. No. Her mind was made up. She would never let this man touch her again, no matter what he threatened her with.
"Sure. You're gonna come on over to my place and we're gonna have a good time."
Sam was pulling his prick from her slackening cunt. Diane shivered at that withdrawal, feeling the weird sensation of his prick retreating from her cunthole. Cum dribbled down the backs of her legs.
"God!"
"But right now you gotta get outta here. Got jobs to do around the school. You can understand that, even if you wanna get more fuckin' from me. Right, baby? Man, you still hungry for my cock?"
Sam pulled his fucker all the way out, rubbing his prickhead over her asscheeks. He grinned at her, slapping her playfully across the ass. He paused for a moment, rubbing his stubbly chin with one hand while narrowing his eyes.
"Naw, you ain't ready to be comin' over on your own. You still gotta have some ... incentive. That's what the teachers call it, right?"
"What do you mean?"
Sam only grinned sheepishly at her, putting on his trousers and zipping up. He left his shirt off, his hairy belly overhanging his belt. Moving about in his office, the janitor rummaged through his desk, finally pulling out a Polaroid camera. He sauntered back to the boiler, where Diane remained roped. He checked for film and adjustment, stepping back and aiming the camera at her.
"That's it, baby, smile."
Diane knelt there while Sam took three shots, pulling the film each time from the bottom of the camera. Setting the Polaroid down, he took the film and watched as the images developed.
"Not bad. You wouldn't want your folks to see somethin' like that, would you?"
Diane looked at the pictures, all of them showing her naked with that pipe sticking from her ass. She shuddered, turning from the pictures. They made her feel so sick.
"Didn't think you'd like havin' somethin' like this goin' around the school. So you're gonna be on call, understand? When I want you, you're gonna hop right into the sack. And you're gonna bring whoever I want with you."
"What?"
"Some of your girlfriends. Thought that might be fun. You know, one or two of you struttin' around while I work up somethin' special for me and my buddies."
Diane wouldn't argue with him-not now, with her hands still tied. She bent her head in mute agreement, feeling the ropes more than ever. Sam laughed softly, pulling the bonds from her wrists, then shoving her down from the crate. She tumbled onto her side, striking her head against the metal rail. It was all she could do to get up, gathering her clothes up and holding them modestly in front of her pussy.
"Get dressed in there, then get the fuck out. I gotta check some meters around the gym."
Diane gladly did as she was told, hurriedly putting her clothes back on. Slipping her sandals over her tiny feet, Diane moved past the big janitor, rushing to the stair and climbing quickly. As she closed the door behind her, the girl could hear Sam laughing hellishly at her. How she wanted to throw something down at him! But the best thing was to get away. Maybe he was lying, making her feel awful. Sometimes one fuck was enough for a man like that. She'd heard someone say that once, and just as crudely.
She walked quickly from the basement door, wanting to fall to the floor and sob out her hysterical grief. But somehow she managed to walk to her locker, pull out her books and coat, then quickly walk home. All the way, she prayed that she wouldn't meet Danny or any of her friends. Surely she would break into tears if they started talking to her. How different the world all looked now as she walked into her house, feeling the slick rub of her cuntlips against one another.
Cum! Sam's cum. Thank goodness, her parents weren't home from work yet. Showering, washing the horrid cum from her pussy, Diane couldn't help but think of Sam and what he'd done to her. Moving the bar of soap over her swollen pussy, she thought about the ropes, about the way he had held her and hurt her while fucking his cock into her cunt. There had been incredible pain, yes. But there was also the memory of the delight he had inspired in her body.
Even now Diane could feel the hot rushes of cumming scorch through her veins. Even now as she twisted under the warm shower, feeling the droplets stinging her clit, Diane remembered how delicious it was feeling Sam's cock fucking her. There was no nice, easy necking before with Sam. He'd roped her and raped her. And there was something so deliciously exciting about that. Toweling herself off, Diane felt her face turning red as she thought about it.
Peering through the damp steamy fog on the mirror she saw her lust-contorted face. Oh, she could never let her parents see her like this now! What would they think? Dressing once more, Diane thought of Sam's parting words. He would call her sometime, call her to perform for him. What did he mean?
That evening and the next day passed restlessly for the young girl. At times she thought the phone would ring and she would hear Sam's horrid voice at the other end. Of course, he didn't know her number. But nothing would have surprised Diane at this point. At school she half expected him to come rushing into her classes, pointing a finger and telling what took place in the basement the other day. Nothing of the sort happened. In fact, Diane hadn't seen the janitor for two days.
On the third day, she even managed to fool herself into thinking Sam had probably forgotten her. It was during the afternoon of that day when Diane had just successfully avoided seeing Danny again that she found herself running into Sam. She was near the girl's gym, about to get ready for class there when she encountered the janitor crouched under a fountain, repairing some tubing. Diane stopped, hugging her books to her tits. Had he seen her? She felt as if she'd just encountered something incredibly filthy. Shuddering, the teenager thought about bolting for the door when Sam turned around. He was tapping a wrench lightly against one of the small pipes under the fountain.
"Been busy the last few days. But things are slowin' up," he said, his lips curling up into a slick smile.
There was something in that smile that made Diane's heart sink. She looked around. A few girls were lingering around the double doors leading to the locker room. No one seemed to be paying attention to her.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Been lookin' over them pictures," Sam said, patting one of his pockets. Diane flushed beet red, feeling her knees weaken. "The other night I looked at 'em. Man, I beat my meat thinkin' about your pussy and how good it felt rubbin' up against my prick.
Diane turned a darker red! If he talked any louder, the others would surely overhear him.
"I've got to go!" Diane started to turn from him.
"You ain't goin' nowhere yet. Here's my address."
Sam pulled a wrinkled small white sheet of paper from his right pocket, handing it to her. Again Diane looked around nervously. No one was staring at them. She took it, carefully unfolding the paper. Scrawled in pencil were several numbers and a street name. He lived not far from her parents' home. That thought made her shiver even more.
"Be there around five today."
"But ... but what will I tell my parents? They expect me for dinner and ... "
"Lie. That's what you kids do most of the time today, anyway," Sam said with a shrug. "But you be there, or these pictures are gonna start appearin' on bulletin boards all over the place.
Diane flushed red. He would do it, too. And there would be nothing she could do about it. No one would listen to her.
"All right."
All through gym, Diane felt distracted, playing volleyball clumsily and costing her team many points. All through the remainder of her classes, Diane thought only of Sam and what he was going to do to her. The ideas seemed to go on forever. Calling her mother and telling her she'd be doing some research at the school library for several more hours, Diane crumpled the piece of paper in her hand. She thought about throwing it away more than once and going straight home. But then the image of those three pictures came into her mind once more. She could well imagine the horror on her mother's face.
In the end, Diane found herself going to Sam's house, her heart racing as she turned into the ill-kept yard and opened the gate. The house was one of many in a rather run-down area of Glendale. Dogs barked at her from everywhere, an indication of the crime problem. Old battered cars were parked every which way in the street, several having managed to climb the curbs and station themselves on the patchy lawns. Diane curled her fingers into a fist and knocked quickly at the door. She saw Sam's battered Chevy in the drive and knew he was home. There were footsteps behind the door.
"Yeah, right on time. Baby, everything's right about you," Sam said, opening the screen door and stepping back for her.
Diane moved as if she were in a dream, passing through the doorway and into the room. It was then she realized they weren't alone.
"Who are they?"
"Buddies," Sam explained, shrugging his shoulders. "Told 'em about this hot chick at school and they couldn't keep their pricks in their pants."
Diane looked about the filthy room in terror, feeling a mixture of shame and horror surge through her. There were three guys, all carbon copies of Sam. There was the same air or crudity hanging over them like an aura.
"I didn't ask you to bring anybody. But you got this friend Kathy. That nice-looking redhead. Might ask you to drag her here next time. Be great havin' two pussies to play around with."
Sam kicked the door shut behind her. Diane wheeled around, staring at the bolted door. She wanted to scream.
"Don't bother about yellin' out your lungs," he said, putting one heavy hand on her and spinning the girl back around.
The other men were drinking beer, staring mutely at her with frozen smiles. Diane shuddered.
"There ain't anybody around here. Neighborhood's scheduled to be torn down. Just some Mexicans livin' around the way, and they ain't gonna be callin' nobody."
"No!"
This was more than she'd bargained for. Reluctant to begin with, now she wanted to run. But Sam's right hand was holding her, his fingers hurting her upper arm. He guided her into the living room, his free hand fingering her light-colored blouse. Then, with a single movement, he ripped the garment from her body. Diane yelped, throwing her arms around her tits. The men roared with laughter, two of them spilling beer onto themselves.
"Hey man," one of them said, still laughing while trying to wipe the beer from his Levi's. His long brownish hair was stringy, apparently having not been washed in some time. Diane looked at him with disgust.
"You go lick my buddy clean. He got some beer on himself, and you're gonna clean him up."
"No, I won't. That's filthy, that's ... uhhhhh!"
Sam slapped her hard across the face with his opened hand, drawing it back and back handing her with his knuckles. Diane staggered backward, nearly losing her balance. Someone behind her slapped her ass, forcing her forward. Pushing the hair from her eyes, she moved forward once more, guided by Sam. When she felt his hands press down on her shoulders she bent her knees, dropping to the floor in front of the filthy man.
"Okay, Gus, don't worry about it. Don't have to send nothin' to the cleaners. This number's gonna clean you up. Lick, baby."
"Yeah, and when you get through, lick them boots. Got some beer on them, too."
Diane stared with hatred at Gus, then dropped forward until her lips were pressing against his right thigh. She could taste the beer-soaked denim and choked. Gus was laughing, pushing his fingers through her hair and moving her face back and forth over his knee. Diane groaned, her lips peeling back from the force of his moves.
"Come on, baby, lick it! Lick it real good or I'm gonna have you suck my cock right here!"
The threat was enough! Swallowing more of her pride Diane began lapping at the stained material, tasting the foul flavor of the beer mixed with God only knows what on his Levi's. She licked his jeans until she could feel the heat of his legs against her lips. She knew she was turning him on, and that knowledge terrified her. Diane could only guess what horrors he would put her through if he were sexually excited. Experience with Sam had taught her much.
"Oh, man, I can feel them lips sucking around my prick right now."
To emphasize his point Gus reached down and pulled at her hair, yanking Diane's face suddenly to his fly. She could feel the cock-bulge against her lips and tongue. He was groaning, rubbing her mouth against his prick, hunching up to her as if he were going to shove his cock in her mouth right now!
Diane panicked. She thrust both hands down against the couch he was sitting on and jerked her head back violently. She fell on her ass, wiping her mouth with the back of one hand and staring with anger at him.
"You ain't finished yet, slut. You got them boots," Gus said, pointing imperiously down at his feet.
Diane looked around. If there had been anything to defend herself with, she would have used it. Pushing herself up, the young girl adjusted her bra, feeling the cups binding her tits. Sam moved up behind her, slipping both hands under the white bra strap and pulling back. She screamed, slapping backward at him. She could hear the material tearing under the pressure. He was struggling with the strap back there. And then in another instant the halter was ripped from her body. Her tits sprang out, riding high on her chest, the long red nipples hardening with the chill in the room. Gus rubbed his cock-bulge with one hand. The others murmured in agreement that Diane was a good piece.
"Now, them boots."
Diane struggled with herself, trying to hide her nipples from those men while at the same time bending down and positioning herself over those filthy boots. Her hair hung over her face as she brought her mouth to the rounded tip of the black leather engineering boots. They were filthy. There was dust coating the leather everywhere, and an odd smell coming from the soles. She hesitated. Gus bent down, slapping her atop the head, then twisting his fingers around in her hair and forcing her mouth down onto his boot.
"Uhhhhh!"
He gripped her head, forcing her lips back and forth, back and forth against his boots so hard her teeth scraped over the filthy leather. Diane gagged and spat. But still the big stud forced her to bend to his will. The young teenager gasped, wondering if having those pictures spread around school would have been better than this and what surely was to come!