Chapter 5
Diane lapped around the filthy wells of Gus's boot, cleaning out all the crud that had wedged in there for weeks. Gus's fingers tightened around her skull, threatening to crush it as he moved her face around back to the toe. He rubbed her lips back and forth, laughing as the girl gagged and choked on the filthy leather. Diane thought she would faint. She pressed her palms flat against the sofa, desperately trying to push away from the big stud. Nothing worked.
Gus held her there until he was bored. Then with a quick shove he pushed the young girl from the couch. Diane reeled back, her hands high in the air. Tumbling on her ass, she shook the hair from her eyes and looked around her.
"Just a sample, bitch. Hey, you know, I don't even know the slut's name."
"Diane," she volunteered, drawing her hands over her tits protectively.
"Don't worry," Sam said, observing her move. "We ain't gonna chop off them tits. But we got some serious drinkin' to do. So I'm gonna put you on ice for a while."
"What?"
Sam yanked her roughly off the floor, pushing her toward the kitchen. She tripped over her own feet, regained her balance, then stumbled once more as Sam shoved her forward a second time. She passed the filthy sink then turned. There was a large yellow door to the right. Telling her to stand firm, he unlocked the door, then dragged her forward. Diane stopped at the top of a long wooden stairway. She could smell the dampness wafting from the cellar. Diane shrank back, feeling something evil would happen to her down there.
"Get down there, Diane ... sweet little bitch. We'll be after you in a while."
With that, Sam tore her grip from the nearby refrigerator, pulling her down to the first step, then shoving her the rest of the way. Diane's arms flailed out, her fingers gripping the handrail desperately. It was too late. She stumbled then pitched forward into the darkness.
Her knees struck the wooden steps painfully, her tits slapping together, then beating against her chin as she fell sideways down the steps. Her head banged several times against the wall as she wildly tried to stop her downward momentum. Nothing helped. She was tumbling head over heels, screaming, her hands and legs striking the wall and steps again until she finally came to rest in a crumpled heap at the foot of the stairs.
Diane lay there for several minutes, regaining her sense of balance. It was so cold there. And they had ripped her blouse and bra off! A chill made her shiver. And the fall had hurt her arms and legs. She moved, feeling around her body. Nothing broken. Raising her head somewhat painfully from the cold concrete floor, she looked around. Diane gasped. It was pitch dark in there. She couldn't see her hand in front of her face! They had blacked out the windows, obviously to prevent anyone from peering in. Diane sat up, tentatively stretching out one hand in front of her. She wondered how many other young girls had suffered at Sam's hands. Had they lived through it?
No! She couldn't think of that. Maybe there was some way out of here. For a while, Diane continued to lie huddled in a ball in that cellar. It was so cold and damp. For a moment she thought that perhaps it was nighttime already. But she couldn't have been there that long, could she? Finally the blonde teenager decided to explore the area as best she could.
The walls were slippery, as was the floor. They were of cinder block, as far as she could tell. Diane continued forward, pausing when the claw-like skitter of some small animal made her stop. Rats? She drew both hands to her throat, feeling her hair stand on end. How she hated rats! Were they locking her up down here with them? Would they attack her?
"Oh God!"
Diane drew back, keeping her knees together, folding her hands protectively over her tits once more. She stood there, unsure of what to do. Overhead, she could hear the ceiling squeaking, indications the men were moving around. Oh, if only they would stay up there forever. Perhaps someone would come and find her. Suddenly the idea of coming here made her sick with disgust. What could she possibly accomplish? Sam would hold those pictures over her head forever. In the end he'd probably show them around anyway, just to be evil, ruining her reputation.
Her reverie was broken as the heavy door grated open. She saw black shapes against the yellow light of the kitchen. They were coming down for her.
"Oh, no!" Diane drew back, wishing to God they would have left her alone.
Sam led the pack, flicking on a switch when he got to the bottom of the stairs. Two yellow overhead lights flickered on, adding a sinister glow to the already eerie basement. Diane looked around. She thought she saw several small furry bodies rushing to more darkened corners.
Narrowing her eyes, the girl stared at several strange objects hanging from wooden pegs driven into the walls. There were whips, riding crops, harnesses of various sorts, and other things the girl was completely ignorant of. She continued to keep her arms folded over her naked tits, wondering what device they were going to use on her first.
"You know, this little slut's so fuckin' hot, I bet she wouldn't try to do nothin' about gettin' away no matter what the cost."
Diane looked at him questioningly. She drew her arms together a little more.
"Gus, Burt, get that stool over there. C'mon, baby. You're gonna show my buddies just how hot you are."
Sam took her by the wrist, dragging her toward one side of the room. They stopped. Looking up, Diane saw what appeared to be a set of pulleys bolted to the open-beamed ceiling.
"Get me some rope ... half-inch line, the one with the noose in it."
"Noose?" Diane drew back, her eyes wide, her heart beating fast.
Sam held her firmly, drawing her up against him and moving his hands down to her ass. Then he managed to push her hands away from her tits, gathering up the material of her skirt, fumbling around for the zipper. He undressed her quickly.
The other men moaned approval as they watched those sheer briefs slide down her thighs. Diane felt his hot, calloused fingers cupping her asscheeks, kneading them, spreading them apart then sliding into her asscrack.
She groaned, closing her eyes and remembering how he had fucked the shit out of her before. That pipe in her ass! She could still feel the cold metal ramming into her ass as he fucked his prick in her cunt. The pain in her cherry, the sudden tearing sensation, and then the feeling of his fat cock squeezing down into her pussy. And still, she'd wanted more. Bouncing up and down on his prick, her wrists tied to the railing, her forehead striking that awful boiler, she had wanted more sensation, more of his prick.
"Oh God!" The girl wanted to cover her face in shame.
But Gus had brought the rope while Burt had pushed the stool over to her.
"This is gonna be a real test of the little slut. You know," Sam continued, moving her over to the stool after having peeled her panties off, "she wouldn't even use this if she had a chance to." He was holding a knife up in front of her. Diane almost smiled. She would have gladly stuck it into his belly at this point. "No, she won't, not after she gets another taste of my prick."
"Man, what are you gonna do?" Burt asked.
"Yeah, me and Jack think you're nuts, givin' her that knife."
Sam looked at the rusty blade, twisting it around in front of Diane's face.
"She dug this. Man, she kept backing into it, bouncing her ass up and down while I was pressin' this mother up against her cunt. That's when I knew the little bitch dug S & M, you know?" Sam grinned, holding the flat of the blade against her chin. Diane shivered. "She keeps sayin' she don't dig it. But man, when she gets goin' she could fuck all Goddamned night, long as you got a whip or leather or somethin' like this grindin' up against her."
Sam took her by the shoulders, pulling the girl around until she was in front of the three-legged stool. Burt was threading the rope through one of the pulleys. In a moment the noose swung down, bouncing in front of Diane. The girl forgot about the knife in a moment, her concentration focused on that looped piece of rope in front of her. She gasped, drawing back.
"Move it forward, cunt!"
Diane did as she was told, sliding her ass on the stool until her pussy and asshole were exposed. Sam grunted in approval, reaching around and adjusting the length of the rope until it satisfied him. Signaling to Burt, he had the rope affixed to a nearby hook in the basement wall. He took the noose, slipping it around Diane's neck, tightening it until the hemp began pressing hard against her windpipe. The girl pushed her hands up, trying to get the awful thing off her neck.
"Tie her hands ... no, that's cheatin'," Sam said, pulling her hands down and forcing her to keep them on her knees. "You're gonna have a chance to get even, baby. Yeah, I'm gonna have your hands tied up for a while. But then I'm gonna give you a chance to get even. That's what you want, right?"
Diane remained silent, her expression one of revulsion.
"Tie her up, but not that hard. I'm gonna give this knife to you in a while. You got a choice-get me, or cut that fuckin' rope around your neck. You'll see you won't have much of a choice."
Burt looped a single line of rope around both her wrists, fixing them together in a slipknot and agreeing to untie the girl when Sam told him to.
"Now, we're gonna see just how hot this little bitch is."
Sam pulled down his filthy Levi's, revealing a semi-hard prick. Diane swallowed a lump of fear and excitement. In spite of her hatred, she couldn't help but feel some arousal while staring at his big cock. Sam was moving around, getting in a squatting position and sliding under her. He took her hips, sliding her forward a little more, tucking himself under her. His feet were striking the forward leg of the stool. In a moment Diane stiffened. Something hot and hard and stiff was pressing against her outer cuntlips.
Just at that moment, Burt was tightening the rope until the noose was nearly choking the air from her windpipe. Diane tilted her chin up, gulping in oxygen, feeling her head start to spin.
Gus grunted as he fucked in. "You're tight, but not that tight. Man, this is good, real good and hot, guys. You're all gonna get a chance at pluggin' this slut."
"Ohhhhh!"
Diane felt her cuntlips flattening back as the throbbing prickhead fucked in.
Sam fucked in until his prick was pressing up against her clit. Again Diane gasped, throwing her head to one side, feeling the awful pull of the rope against her neck. That hot, hard prick was starting to hurt her a little. And all the time, that awful noose threatened to choke her. She moved her hands tentatively, feeling the loose ropes still keeping her wrists bound together.
"Oh don't ... please, I'm afraid," Diane whimpered, her feet moving around the foot of the stool.
"You should be, baby. When I start cummin' I'm gonna kick that fuckin' stool out from under you."
Diane stared at the big stud, her face grimacing once when a particularly powerful spasm rushed through her clit. Her legs kicked out.
"That's right, bitch. You're gonna be danglin' from that noose. That's when ... uhhhhh ... when I'm gonna give you the knife. You can get back at me, or cut through the rope. You won't have time to do both."
"No! No!" It was hellish, awful to be put in this situation.
Sam dragged his cock back a little, then up again. It was making her stiffen once more. She tried swallowing, but the rope seemed to tighten even more. She was growing more terrified as Sam started fucking her in earnest. The rope around her neck chafed her white flesh, sending streamers of incredible terror rushing up and down her spine. They were going to hang her right there in the cellar if she wasn't fast enough with the blade. She could imagine herself dangling there, hanging by the rope while he dumped his load of jizz in her pussy and watched her die! Oh, that thought was revolting!
Sam ignored her terror. He kept fucking deep into her, moving his prick back, then fucking forward. Diane felt her cunt stretching wide. Then the ring of her cunt muscles went tight, nearly strangling the janitor's prick.
"Man, oh man, she's hotter than last time," he groaned, moving one hand down to her pussy.
Diane let out a sharp cry, feeling those fingers caressing her cunt. He was rubbing them up and down along the inner surfaces of her outer cunt labes, finally touching her clit while at the same time rubbing up against her inner pussylips. The resulting sensation made Diane relax. The girl felt her ass moving wetly along the splintery top of the stool. Someone behind her was laughing crudely, making terrible remarks about what was happening to her.
Sam pulled his cock out slightly again, drawing a river of cunt juice behind his retreating prick. She felt him tracing the bottom of her cuntal crack. He found the tensed, aching muscles that were guarding her cuntal mouth. Then she felt him resting his cockhead where he was touching. She shivered with more arousal. How odd it was to feel this excited when she knew she might die in the next few minutes!
The girl opened her eyes and found herself staring into Sam's. Those eyes! Hard, dark, unyielding. Like a doll's eyes. If eyes were windows to the soul, Diane shivered to think what condition Sam's soul was in.
"Oh baby, baby, that's good and nice and hot. Yeah, you're a fuckin' turn-on, especially like this," he groaned, starting to fuck into her again.
Diane drew her feet together as much as she could, feeling her thighs tighten around his. His cock was all the way inside her now, filling her pussy to the hilt. She moved her hips, changing the angle her cunt made with Sam's huge cock. He was drawing out when her cuntal muscles spasmed and tightened down on his fuckers, Diane hadn't planned that. It just happened, drawing out a gasp from both him and her.
"Man, she's tightenin' up on me. Christ, the little slut's goin' nuts!"
It was true. Diane couldn't help herself. In a moment she could tell the spasm had passed. The cunt muscles gradually relaxed. And then Sam was easing his cock through the hot folds of her pussy. She felt her pussy tingling, the nerve endings standing up and sputtering with delight as he began fucking her with rhythmic, regular cock-strokes.
"Christ!" Sam groaned, shaking the sweat off his brow. "I'm gonna pop off hard in this little bitch pretty fuckin' soon. Get that Goddamned rope ready to come off her, or she's gonna buy it."
Burt positioned himself behind her as Sam started fucking hard into her pussy. Diane groaned, feeling her insides stretching out around that huge prick. She tensed, waiting for that feeling of him cumming in her. He was well under her ass now, nearly pulling her off that sliding stool. The rope above jerked and jiggled with his violent fucking movements. The fucking position was awkward, but Sam was making more than do. He fucked in deep again, his balls pillowing flat against her ass.
Diane was terribly aware of his hairy, thick-muscled legs rubbing up against hers. She found herself rocking her hips as best she could, adding to the sliding, fucking sensation that was driving her insane. He was squeezing her bouncing tits at times, then bringing his hands down to her thighs for support.
"Oh now, man, now!"
The words sent Diane off into a fiery fever. He was holding onto her, his hands gripping her hard while he threw his head back. At the same time, one foot kicked forward, knocking the stool out from under her.
Diane screamed, her cry cut short by the tightening hemp around her throat! Her eyes bulged, her lips twisted open and nothing coming out. She was strangling, the rope threatening to snap her neck. And still Sam was fucking into her, dumping his spunk, shooting cum into her pussy. The girl cried out, her hands jerking wildly against the ropes binding them together. Burt quickly untied her wrists.
Diane felt something hard slip into her hands. The knife!
"Uhhhhhh!" Her cum was like an exploding nuclear weapon.
Cataclysmic waves of lava-like fire singed her clit, making the cuntal walls slap together again and again. But at the same time Diane felt the oxygen leaving her body. Wild with terror and sexual arousal, the girl swung the rusty knife up in a broad arc, feeling the blade brush up against the hanging rope. Desperately, she sawed it back and forth. Just as she felt herself growing weak, the rope parted. Her body landed hard on his thighs. Sam grunted with approval, finishing her off with several more hard fuck-thrusts until they tumbled sideways on the floor. Diane reached up, pulling the noose from her neck and feeling the dying spasms of her climax.
"That was wild, man," Burt said, wiping his mouth with one hand.
"And there's more, a helluva lot more," Sam said, grinning down at the panting girl.