Chapter 11
Janet woke to a tearing pain in her arms and shoulders and the splash of cold water over her battered flesh. She opened her eyes to sunlight and realized that she must have been unconscious for the whole night. It was morning. Pat's parents would be home soon.
A wild hope filled the girl, but for some reason a sense of loss filled her too. She was finally going to escape the brutal torture the boys had subjected her to, the savage repeated rapes, but somehow it was hard to imagine herself free of the bondage, the beating and the terrible, constant fucking.
Cold water splashed over the blonde's shivering, sexy body, raising up sheets of gooseflesh all over her silky, tanned skin. She looked down to see Pat and the other boys floating in the pool. None of them were wearing trunks and all of them had enormous hard-ons. Pat had a hose in his hands. He was the one who was playing the stream of freezing water over her shaking body.
It took the groggy young babysitter several seconds to realize that she was hanging from the diving board. Her hands were tied together by the same length of nylon cord that had already bound her body in so many different positions. The rope hung over the diving board, and Janet dangled in midair. Her hands were numb, but the day before had accustomed her to far worse pain than this. The itching had yet to die down in her cunt, and that hurt her far more than the pain in her bound hands.
"Finally," Brian said. "I was starting to worry that she might never wake up."
Pat played the stream of water over Janet's big tits and flat stomach, then up and down her long, tapering legs. He splashed water over her tight, round ass and up the welted flesh of her back. When he pointed the stream at her face, Janet shook her head from side to side, trying to escape the water. It was no use. With a flick of his wrist, Pat could follow any move she made.
Jism and paint ran off the sexy blonde's fouled body. Mud and shit and piss washed away under the steady current of cold water. In a few moments, Pat had cleaned away every trace of filth he and his friends had spent the night heaping on her. Except for the bruises that dotted her body and the welts from the beating they had given her, she was as good as new.
No!
Janet remembered the searing pain of the brand kissing her flesh and she twisted her hips to the side, trying to crane her neck so that she could see the horrible, shameful brand Pat had marked her with. When she saw it, she moaned with both humiliation and relief. There was a vivid red F burned into the taut skin of her ass-cheek, but it wasn't the crusted black burn the tamed babysitter had expected. She would carry the mark of Pat's initial for weeks, perhaps even months, but with time it would fade away. He hadn't disfigured her beautiful ass forever, as she'd been certain he would.
It struck the degraded blonde as very funny that she was grateful that Pat had only branded her as his personal property for the next couple of months. She started to laugh, almost unable to believe how much Pat and his buddies had broken her. She had been hired to be Pat's babysitter, to tell him what to do. She'd done the job hundreds of times before, always priding herself on how firm and in control she was. But now Pat was her master, and she would no more have questioned his word than cut her own wrists. She was nothing more than Pat's slave, his hot fuck and his toilet.
"What's so funny?" Pat asked. He played the stream of water over Janet's swollen cunt and asshole, bringing a squeal of pain from her bruised lips. "What the hell's so damned funny, shit-sucker?"
"I wish I could be your babysitter forever," Janet said at last, her voice weak and trembling. It was the truth, and that frightened the sexy young woman more than anything else.
Pat grabbed her ankles and pulled himself up out of the water. He tucked the hose under one arm and heaved himself up onto her legs. He climbed up her body as though she was a length of rope, bringing shrieks of pain from her lips. Janet thrashed and kicked and cried, but there was no escape. With Pat's weight added to hers, the nylon cord cut deep into her flesh, and her arms felt like they were being pulled from their sockets.
Pat stuck the tip of the hose into her gasping mouth for an instant, almost drowning her as he washed out the coating of crud, then made all the agony worthwhile by kissing her deeply on her swollen, bruised lips.
"Good morning, sewer-slut," he said as he broke the embrace. "Sorry about this, but I promised the guys I'd clean you up good before our grand finale."
"Anything you want, sir," Janet said in a sexy, throaty voice. "Anything at all."
Pat grinned at her and wrapped his muscular legs around her tiny waist. Then he reached back and plunged the spurting hose up into Janet's swollen pussy.
The pain was incredible. It made the pain of hanging from the diving board vanish, made the pain of having Pat riding her body disappear. The stream gushed into her torn, bruised cunt with the force of a pounding fist. Janet's silky, supple body jerked and twisted. She tried to pull herself up, but with her muscles so stiff and cramped, and Pat's weight added to her own, it was impossible. She fell back down with a jerk that brought a wail of pain from her lips.
Pat looped his free arm over Janet's shoulder and started fucking her with the hard metal tip of the hose. He drove the six inch pipe of water-spurting steel deep into Janet's swollen pussy while rubbing his cock over the silky skin of her tensed, flat stomach. He ducked his head and bit one of her hard, pink nipples.
Janet shook spastically as the numbing cold filled her body. Being fucked with the hose was like nothing the tortured babysitter had ever felt before. It was as though her whole body was being fucked. The battering stream of water seemed to be penetrating every inch of her being.
Pat yanked the hose from her cunt without warning, and an instant later he had it fucked fully up Janet's swollen, torn asshole.
Janet almost passed out. She was shivering wildly, her teeth chattering and her bronzed skin turning blue. She wondered if it was possible to freeze to death on such a nice day, freeze to death from a body filled up with icy water.
"Please, Pat!" she cried, tiny moans of discomfort breaking up her words. "I'm clean enough. Oh please, Pat, I really am!"
Pat's only answer was to fuck the metal tip of the hose savagely into Janet's injured asshole. With the tip plugging her shitter, almost none of the water could spill back out, and as Pat fucked the hose up inside her, the tormented beauty could feel her intestines filling up with the icy water.
Suddenly it got very hard for her to breathe. Then the first cramps ripped through her flat little tummy. It wasn't until her stomach started to swell that she began to scream.
"Hey!" Pat cried happily, pointing to her bulging stomach. "Who got the baby-slut pregnant? Come on and admit it! Somebody's going to have to marry her and give the kid a dad."
"Please!" The pretty young blonde's face was screwed tight with pain now. Tears ran down her cheeks and her teeth clicked together loudly. "Please! Oh please please please please please please!"
Then she came. The orgasm was so unexpected and so powerful that Janet almost passed out. Cramps ripped through her stomach and chest and filled her numbed pussy with delicious pain. Her eyes rolled and she squirmed and wriggled against Pat's lean body. When he bit her nipples, she yowled in ecstasy.
Pat finally pulled the hose from her ass and dropped it into the pool. Water poured from her ass in an even harder stream than it had rushed in, and the boys laughed as her stomach shrank back quickly to its normal flatness.
The aroused blonde burned with shame, but she was ablaze with fuck-lust. The last of the cum the boys had filled her with had been washed from her body. Now she was ready to be filled up again.
"You even got off on that," Pat whispered to her. The look in his eyes was halfway between admiration and contempt. "Let's get your sleazy ass down from here, whore. It's time you did some fucking!"
"Anything you want, Pat," she sighed, grinding her body against his. "I mean, anything you want, sir."
She had expected Pat to cut her down, or perhaps untie the rope. Instead, he wrapped his strong legs tight around her tiny waist and reached up to grab the diving board. He bounced up and down on the board, setting up a shuddering rhythm down its entire length.
Janet screamed in agony at the tearing, pulling pain that flared through her arms and shoulders. The board was slinging the rope into the air on its upswing, and the jolt of coming back down against it was making the nylon cut deep into Janet's wrists, making the muscles in her arms and shoulders scream with the strain of supporting her weight.
Little by little, the rope was moving toward the end of the board. Janet counted the jarring impacts as it made its trip, certain that either her wrists would be cut through or her shoulders would be dislocated before it was finished. She had counted to nine, her vision blurring and her head going fuzzy with pain, when the board sprang her free.
The splash of the water as she hit the pool revived her. And the rough hands of the boys on her flesh brought her to full awareness. They grabbed her wrists and ankles, carried her out of the pool and dumped her on the deck.