Chapter 1
"Mr. Wilson, what are you doing?"
Betty Martin rounded her eyes, drawing one hand up to her throat while backing away from the tall, dark-haired biology teacher. She knew she shouldn't have stayed here alone with him. There had been stories about this handsome bachelor at John Adams High.
"I'm not going to hit you," he said, his low, soft voice purring into the nape of her neck.
Chills swept over her while his warm breath caressed her skin.
"But ... but I just came here to ask...."
"What? Maybe I can help," he said.
"No! Not that kind of help!" Betty said, jumping from her seat in panic and overturning several of her notebooks.
She stared at him in panic. Mr. Wilson was looking down at her curiously. Her body was betraying her. The tips of her tits were so hard they felt as if they were going to poke right through her bra. Her cunt was so hot, so very hot and moist, its full rubbery lips curling and trembling while her clit popped to the surface. She backed away from her teacher, her knees becoming wobbly. There was something in his eyes, something that warned her to stay away from him, and yet which enticed her terribly.
"I don't want that kind of help," she said, her voice softening a bit. "It's just a matter of concentrating on my work."
Mr. Wilson smiled, watching as she pulled her notebook over her tits, forcing herself to look as if she were angry.
"Have it your way, then. You know you're close to failing, Betty, and you won't graduate on time if you do," he said, his voice sounding like a judgment of doom. What would her mother say-her mother who had worked and scrimped so she could go to college? Betty felt her world cracking as she stared helplessly at the big man.
"You wouldn't fail me, would you? I mean, graduation means so much to me."
"Your performance has to be improved. I may be forced to," he said, his lips curling in a sarcastic smile.
He bared his straight white teeth, teeth that stood out sharply against his black beard and moustache. She looked at his body-thick-muscled, hard, looking more as if it should belong to a coach than a biology teacher. Her cunt spasmed as she stared into his eyes. It was wrong having those kinds of feelings. Terribly wrong. Her mother had told her only bad girls felt those sorts of things. And Betty knew she wasn't that kind of girl. Her fingers tightened around her blue notebook.
"Of course, you can come over to a kind of study area I have, and take care of some of your failings," he said, putting one leg up on a chair and hiking his trousers into his crotch. "I'll have to have your full cooperation."
Betty's eyes swept over his crotch. She could see the clear impression of a thick roll of cockmeat cradled between his legs. He had done this on purpose, wanting to intimidate her. And yet, in spite of her anger, Betty found herself wondering how big his cock would be, hard. Would it be long and thick like some guys, according to her girlfriends? How would it feel squeezing through her cuntmeat while he held her down by her shoulders, his legs pinning hers to the bed? Betty shivered again, feeling as bad as bad could be. Lowering her eyes, she felt herself wavering. Her mother wouldn't be home from work for another few hours. She could take the professor up on his offer, and pray to God he only meant to help her and perhaps do a little bit of harmless flirting.
"What's on your mind?"
His voice was as smooth as the juices flowing from her cunt, dampening her panty-crotch.
"Nothing. I ... maybe I should go and brush up a few things with you," Betty said, her voice faltering as she peered up through her long blonde lashes at her teacher.
"There," he said with some obvious relief, sliding one foot down from the chair and arching his back. "You're showing some sense."
Betty avoided the amused stare of Mr. Wilson as he moved back to his desk and gathered test papers into his black leather briefcase. She followed him out of the door, feeling as if she were going to some kind of slaughter.
It was a little past three-thirty, a time when all the students and most of the staff had adjourned for the day. Only the cheerleaders, the basketball team, and some office help were in the building. He held the door open for her, purposely brushing his body against her thighs as she moved quickly by him. How she hated that! Why couldn't she make her body hate it then? She felt her flesh becoming prickly with excitement, while her nipples grew stiffer and harder with each passing second. It was starting to become difficult to walk. Her breathing was shallow and hot through her flared nostrils. They left the classroom building and started across the playing field. Betty had to pause for a moment, the friction of her panties on her swollen clit becoming excruciating. She was glad Mr. Wilson had stopped to talk to one of the boys practicing some throws of football.
Closing her eyes, Betty felt herself swaying as the gentle wind lifted her long blonde hair from her shoulders. Were some of the boys staring at her, leering at this odd couple crossing the field? Was it obvious he was taking her some place to do something more than study?
Betty hesitated. "Where are we going?"
"This way. I'm not taking you home. You don't have to worry about that."
Betty sighed, her grip loosening around her notebook. At least this was a good sign. Her sandals shuffled over the cracked concrete while the palms lining the broad avenue swayed in the increasingly strong wind. There wouldn't be a seduction, thank goodness.
"This way."
They turned down a small three-block deadend street of mostly small businesses and warehouses. Betty thought it curious they should be walking here, although there were certainly enough office workers around to make her feel confident. Mr. Wilson wasn't just going to drag her into some hole and rape her.
It was a narrow warehouse of yellow stucco, the walls showing age badly. Weeds grew thickly around the sides and door. The two windows Betty could see on the east side of the building had been covered over with something from the inside and barred heavily across the exterior. What kind of office was this? Mr. Wilson fished out his keys, gesturing with a sharp nod of his head for her to follow. Guessing that several teachers used this as a kind of off-campus counseling center, Betty shrugged, walking briskly up to the front door.
"Inside. I'll turn on the lights in a second," Mr. Wilson said, brushing up against her once more and making her flesh glow.
It was so dark in there, especially having come in from the bright light outdoors. The sound of the door shutting behind her and clicking locked made the teen jump just a bit. And when Mr. Wilson came up behind her, his hands on her shoulders, Betty started to shrink away, dropping her book yet a second time. This time, however, Mr. Wilson didn't leave her alone.
"Mr. Wilson...."
"Call me Karl. We're gonna get to know one another real well before the day's through. I'll see to that."
His fingers tightened around her shoulder, burning through her blouse.
"No! Stop! No!"
Betty struggled against him, panic rising in her. It was so dark, so scary. She couldn't see his face, but she knew he was leering savagely at her. She felt his body pressing up against hers, hunching up against her soft ass while his hands began crawling up around toward her tits. She felt his heavy, panting breath up against the back of her neck. There was movement in the room as well. Rats? Betty tried kicking at the big man, her sandals sliding from her feet in the futile effort.
"Get the lights," Mr. Wilson ordered gruffly.
There was more movement, someone scurrying past her toward the door.
"Oh!"
The brightness stabbed into her eyes. Betty closed them for a moment, shaking her head while Karl Wilson moved his hands up to her tits, squeezing them hard, making her whimper in pain. When the teen opened them once more, she was shocked to find Mr. Dan Ungar, the team's soccer coach, standing there in a dirty t-shirt and tight, white playing shorts. His whistle still hung from around his neck as he stared with interest at the terrified girl.
"So she's the one you called me up about? Nice! Nice body, nice ass, nice everything," he said appraisingly, eyeing Betty the way a hungry diner eyes his upcoming meal.
"You called him?" Betty said with increasing terror and disbelief.
"I figured you'd come around, especially with the threat of me failing you. The coach and I, along with a few others, rent this place out for ... various purposes," Karl said, throwing back his head and laughing.
"What do you want from me?" Betty cried, pulling away from Mr. Wilson and staring at the two men.
Coach Ungar was a little taller and more broad-shouldered than the biology teacher. Betty became terror-stricken. A double rape! She looked pathetically at her notebook which she had innocently brought with the thought of improving her grades. It stared back at her ironically now as she fought for breath.
"The same thing we get from some of the other girls in your class."
Betty drew in a sharp breath, looking around her. There were cabinets of various sorts against the wall, giving the place the appearance of a bus terminal. Partitions blocked off most of the vast building from her view. There was something menacing in the place, something that made her tremble and wish she could flee right now.
"No. You're crazy, both of you. When the principal finds out about this-"
"He won't, because you won't tell him," Karl interrupted, his face darkening. "The girls don't usually give us any trouble after we've finished."
"Most of them have a pretty damned good time and don't wanna fuck it up later," Coach Ungar said. "And then of course we've got some ways to make sure you don't blow our cover if you're not satisfied."
Betty screamed, turning around and hammering her tiny fists against the door. She remembered those office workers down the street. Maybe if she shouted loud enough someone would hear, become suspicious and call the police.
"Shut her up! Christ, she's got a fuckin' loud mouth!" Karl said, shrugging off his suit jacket and loosening his trousers.
"Help ... help ... mmmmmfmmmft!"
Coach Ungar had moved behind her, the coarsened palm of his hand pressing tight against her lips. He was hunching into her as Karl had, taking advantage of their position to have a little fun. She felt his cock through his shorts, rubbing up against her ass, and felt sheer panic racing through her body. They were going to rape her-both of them, here in this warehouse, then leave her like some wounded animal. All the stories she had seen on t.v. about child abuse, about teachers taking unfair advantage of their students and "using" them flashed through her mind now as she struggled against the powerful coach.
"That's it ... what's her name?"
"Betty," Karl said, taking off his tie, then slipping off his loafers.
"Betty. Nice name. Nice and wholesome," he said, licking his tongue against her right cheek.
Betty shivered at the touch. No man had touched her like that. Her mother had been certain to instill in her a fear of sex. She had been certainly careful on the few dates she had had, careful not to let the boy take advantage of her. How the tables had turned now! Betty was fighting for her life while Coach Ungar held her.
"Now, Betty, now we have a little fun with you," Karl said, moving in front of her and holding her.
Coach Ungar moved away a bit. When she felt something sliding against her, she realized Mr. Wilson had taken off his pants. He was naked now from the waist down. Something very long and dark-pink was rubbing up against the front of her skirt.
"Take a long look at it, Betty. I'm going to stick this thing inside you soon. Fight me, and I'll piss inside you too."
There was a sharp laugh from Coach Ungar, who was busy pulling her blouse from her skirt.
"No!"
Betty struck out suddenly and scratched Karl's face, making him jerk back and let go of her. She rushed back to the door, her eyes wide with fear, her fingers gripping the handle and working it madly while the two men ran after her.
"Uh!"
Someone had her hair. It was Mr. Wilson, pulling it, tearing the roots from her scalp as he cursed and screamed at her. He dragged her back against one wall, slamming her head hard against the concrete. She tried screaming, but Karl's hand clamped tight over her mouth once more. She thought she would surely pass out, faint in the hands of these monsters. That would be a relief. She would at least be unconscious.
"Bitch! Little slut!" Karl hissed, his wet mouth slobbering all over her ear. "For being such a cunt, I'm gonna make sure you feel every second of this ... and there's gonna be plenty of them from now on, you can bet your tits on that, cunt!"
His voice was trembling with anger. Betty had never seen her teacher like this. She felt a kind of damp stickiness forming between them as he pressed himself hard against her body. His sweat seemed to leak through his shirt onto her blouse. Though the hand around her lips relaxed a little, his other hand stayed tangled in her hair, keeping her up against the wall. Whenever she began to struggle, Mr. Wilson pulled harder on her strands, making her cry out in pain.
"Uh!"
Betty felt the big teacher grab her ass, running his hand under her skirt and sliding his hot fingers into her panties. She screamed again with shame, feeling him pulling the tight-fitting elastic band down beyond the bottom curves of her plump, taut asscheeks, then sliding them back up, feeling and kneading her white, supple ass-flesh. When he pinched her, she squealed like a stuck pig, her shriek blending in with the heavy breathing sounds of the two men.
"Fuck her good, Karl. I think I'm gonna let her mouth do the work for me, though," Coach Ungar said, criss-crossing his arms and pulling his shirt off.
Betty caught glimpses of the coach, flashes of him pulling down his shorts, then his jockstrap, letting out his long, donkey-sized cock and scratching his balls while he watched her rape. "No!"
Betty felt his hands running all over her small, girlish body. He was feeling bits of flesh through her panties and blouse, then moving back to her ass, squeezing her soft asscheeks and rubbing them together. Betty fought with every bit of strength she had, but her straining limbs finally opened up to the man, her knees spreading apart. The idea of what he was trying to do made her shudder with revulsion. This man was going to stick his cock into her, tear away her cherry, hurt her while this other man ... Betty didn't even want to think about it. Again, she struggled up against Karl, trying to draw her fingers to his face and hurt him the way he was hurting her. But he was more careful now.
"Ohhhh!"
They were down on the floor now, the teacher's right hand still in her hair, tearing it from her scalp. She could feel his fat cock shoving into the junction between her thighs. All that separated the head of his throbbing cock from her cunt was her panties. They had been pulled down in the back. Now he was working them down in front.
Betty screamed, snapping her head from left to right, sobbing for help where no help came. Karl ignored her, grabbing the bottom of her blouse and tearing it open. The pearl buttons ripped off, clattering across the gray concrete floor. Betty felt hm putting his fingers under her bra where the two cups came together. She gasped, wriggling one hand away and trying to claw him from her halter. Karl snarled, slapping her hand roughly from her bra, then backhanding the high school coed across the cheeks. It was the first time anyone had struck her that way. The force of the blow stunned her into silence.
"Better."
How her cheek stung! Her head throbbed from the pain. There was a tearing sound, then Betty felt her full round tits tumbling out. There were more fingers grabbing at her panties, pulling them down, sliding them over her thighs while her skirt ripped open at the top. In a moment, all clothing had been torn from her, and her body was naked and exposed to Karl.
"Man, look at that cunt!" Coach Ungar said.
Betty struggled wildly. Her mouth opened to scream once more. But another heavy-handed blow knocked her jaw nearly out of place and rattled her molars, bringing Betty back into submissive silence. She lay there defeated while Karl topped her, ready to fuck the teen into oblivion.