Chapter 2
"She looks real scared and uncomfortable, Karl," Dan said, slipping off his tennis shoes, then jerking his cock.
"She-oughtta be all smiles. She will be after we get through pokin' her pussy."
Betty's mind snapped. Karl was playing games with her, teasing her naked, cringing flesh, kneading her white skin into tight little folds and clenching them in his rough fists. He was pinching her soft inner thighs roughly between his fingers, making the teen cry out again and again. Her legs kicked out while he rolled fully onto her belly, squeezing her tits, her ass, her tummy. Betty writhed under his attention, her hands pinned to her sides while her tits pillowed against his chest. She could feel him against her, a man's body pressing up against her, his cock gouging against her cunt while his legs pinned hers to the floor. How it hurt her back and shoulders as she squirmed over the concrete, the balls of her feet digging into Mr. Wilson's calves. "Stop this!"
Betty squirmed wildly, kicking out with her legs. Perhaps the men would tire of her antics and let her go.
"Let's get 'er on the table," Coach Ungar suggested, nodding sharply in the direction of the nearest partition. "She won't move around much there."
"Yeah, come on, bitch!"
The pressure was off her body. Betty let out a sigh of relief, but then she felt his fingers jerking her by the hair. She was dragged up, her tits slapping together while her fingers beat at the offending hand on her scalp. He was dragging her by the hair, pulling her across the slick concrete. Betty tried getting up, her feet failing her as she stumbled forward and crashed to the floor once more.
"You're hurting me!"
Her legs tangled together, her body swinging and twisting and tumbling against the concrete as Karl contined to drag her like a sack of potatoes to the partition. Tears blurred her vision as the throbbing, agonizing pain in her scalp grew worse. Her right knee jerked up, bumping the partition hard and nearly knocking it over. Coach Ungar rushed to steady it while Karl pulled her around.
Looking up, Betty saw what appeared to be a carpenter's woodwork bench. There were strange attachments on it-two black leather restraints bolted to the rear of the bench, and, two more at the front. There were also coils of rope of various lengths throughout the small area.
Betty felt Karl's hands sliding under her arms, hoisting her from the floor and throwing her against the bench. She let out a gasp of air, her belly striking the wood hard while her legs nearly gave out from under her.
Catching the teen, Karl pushed her forward once more, this time he raised both her legs and swung them over the side of the bench.
"Her fuckin' hands-get her hands before she tries scratchin' my eyes out again!"
Betty felt Coach Ungar capturing her by the wrists, pulling them back until they were draped over the back of the table. He let one go, pulling it to the left and slipping one of the straps around her wrist, tightening it so much the blonde coed thought she could feel her nerves separating from the pressure. Betty winced, her face blanching yet again when she felt him draw her right hand away and fastten it to the workbench in the same fashion.
Karl was busy around her legs, taking lengths of thin cord and binding her ankles to her thighs, her knees forced straight up in the air. Attaching one loop to one knee, he ran the cord under the workbench, then brought it up to the other side, looping it around her other knee. This kept her from clamping her thighs together.
"Oh god!" Betty began to sob.
She was opened, completely opened. She could feel her wet pussy crack pulled open by the tension of her spread knees. The splintery wood was sticking into her back and ass-flesh, causing her pain. No! She couldn't give in to something this horrid, something this perverted. How she wished they had beaten her unconscious! Again, the weeping teen yelled at the top of her lungs, hoping someone outside would hear her cries.
"Shut her up, will you, Dan?"
The coach grinned, moving up to the workbench. Betty was aware of his movement, could feel him squeeze up against her. He had her by the hair and he raised her head up, shoving her nose against his crotch and rubbing his cockhairs into her nostrils. Betty sneezed and coughed, revolted by what he was doing. He wsa shoving his ... his thing into her face! Then she remembered what he had said-something about stuffing her mouth with his cock. It was going to happen now!
Spitting, trying to twist her head away from the big stud, the terrified teen jerked her body as much as she could against the table. The splinters were tearing at her skin uncomfortably now, while the cord bit into the flesh around her knees and thighs. Perspiration broke out on her body, making the leather straps around her wrists hurts her all that much more. What was worse was the way she could feel his huge, blood-engorged cock rubbing against her lips. Never, never had she even considered doing something like this with a man, taking his cock in her mouth and ... oh, how the thought of it sickened her! Again, the girl tried jerking her face from his crotch. The pungent aroma of a hot, aroused man's prick and balls was making her faint and nauseous.
Coach Ungar liked the revulsion and terror he saw rising in Betty. Reaching down, he pinched her nipples hard between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting them up from her tits, then raising her tits from her chest until the young blonde screamed in agony, the cords sticking out from her throat. The stabbing pain was worse than anything she had borne in her life. Dan laughed, pinching them again, distending the red nubs until Betty thought she would pass out from the pain. Her eyes started from her head as she struggled for breath, while her body jerked from side to side as if touched by electric sparks.
"I'm gonna fuck her now."
Mr. Wilson said it matter-of-factly, and the act of rape seemed suddenly to be inevitable. Betty's sobbing became uncontrollable. Reaching down between her thighs with his thumb, Dan dug his fingers into her asscheeks for leverage, then slowly forced his thumb into her tight, wet cunt.
Betty grunted, snapping her head back and away from his offending groin and cock still pushing up against her clenched lips. She thought she had tasted something, something terribly bleachy and sour-his cum! The girl jerked in revulsion, spitting again against the table while working her pussy away from those offending fingers. Mr. Wilson was having a difficult time gripping her pussylips. They were so hot, so wet, so slippery with her flowing juices.
"Man, she says she doesn't want it, but she's good and hot and wet down there," Karl said, pushing his thumb into her, violating her body, making her jerk and writhe with agony and shame.
"Just like a woman should be," Dan chorused, twisting her head back around and pushing his cockhead up against her upper lip.
Betty trembled, feeling the sexy, slick rub of his cock up against the side of her nose, over her eyes, over her cheeks, then back over her lips. He yanked up on her hair once more, making her cry through her clenched teeth. No! No! She wouldn't give in this way! She wouldn't let him force that hunk of horseprick into her throat! Again she spat violently, ridding her lips of his filthy cock, then clamped her mouth tight shut to keep it from re-entering. Betty wondered just how long she'd be able to keep that terrible thing from sliding into her mouth, down her throat-choking her with its thickness and length! "Unnfnnfnnffff!"
The leather thongs seemed to tighten around her wrists while Karl slid his thumb in. She felt her cunt throbbing. It was so tight and hot and wet, pinching around his digit. He was fucking her with that thing, sliding it deep into her and up against her cherry. Betty stopped her movement for a while, staring up into Mr. Wilson's face and noticing his surprise.
"Damn! She's cherry, Dan! Never would've thought it, especially at our highschool."
"One or two running around, like dinosaurs," the coach quipped.
"Yeah. Well, she won't be cherry when we get through with her here. You hear that, baby? You're gonna be fucked, and fucked good, Betty. That beats studying for any exam. And if you're good, maybe an A might find its way on your report card."
Karl sneered, pressing his jagged thumbnail up against her cherry. The girl let out a cry, her knees trembling, her thighs flinching and trembling while her ass muscles tightened, relax-ed, then tightened again. Bringing his other hand around, the teacher pricked her clit with the nail of his left forefinger, then crushed her tiny fuck-bud hard. It was too much for the teen to bear silently.
"Eaghhghghghghghhhh!"
Her spine arched, her wrists jerking and pulling agonizingly against the restraining black leather thongs while her knees tried snapping protectively together. That movement forced the cords against her flesh. They felt like sharp knives digging into her skin as she yammered away, beating her head against the hard wood. Dan kept on crushing her clit, his finger finally slipping on the flowing juices.
Then the teen felt another agony, this one far deeper, far more intense, like nothing she had ever felt before. Only the pressure from Coach Ungar's cock against her mouth kept her from screaming. Yellow flashing lights filled her brain. Then that thumb, that awful, fucking thumb tore through her cherry!
"Uhhhfhfhhfff!"
Betty's body jerked involuntarily, convulsing from side to side. He had done it! He had torn away her cherry, had ripped her innocence away from her! And there was Coach Ungar, still attempting to work his cock into her throat. Dan finally tired of her reluctance, and reached down, pressing two fingers on either side of her jaws. It was as if someone had run a spike through her skull!
Betty let out a shout, her lips parting. That was all the big coach needed. Gripping her hair, he jerked her head around, pressing the left side of her cheek against the work bench while hunching his hips forward. The next thing the pretty blonde coed knew, her mouth was being filled with his fat, throbbing fuckrod.
She gagged, coughing, choking, the spit gathering up around the back of her throat and sliding down her esophagus. She coughed again, spittle frothing around the stretched corners of her lips while the coach's balls pillowed against her nose. She could hear him moaning while he kept tightening his grip on her hair. He was moving his hips around, fucking his cock in her mouth, forcing her cheeks to puff out. He kept telling her how good and hot and wet her mouth was, telling her to move her tongue around that tiny groove she felt just under his bloated prickhead.
"Come on, baby, work that tongue, move it. Gimme that good head!"
Betty's blonde hair tangled across her flushed face as she gasped for breath.
"Yeah, get her mouth working. It's doing more than it ever did in my class this past semester. I'm gonna fuck her, though she's got one of the tightest cunts we've had in this place for a long time."
"Noooooffff!"
Betty thought about biting, about fighting back. But then she remembered those slaps; they'd get worse, she guessed, if she should try anything. The sour, bleachy, salty taste increased in her mouth while Karl wormed his finger deeper, scraping the caressing, moist sides of her pussy. Pulling out slightly, the teacher pulled her asscheeks apart, keeping them tugged wide while both his thumbs caressed her inner cuntlips.
No more! No more of this! She wanted to beg for mercy. But that fat cock pushing down against her tonsils kept her from doing anything but moaning in protest. Slowly, the cringing, bound girl felt her fleshy, pussy lips being pulled stickily apart. Karl had his head down there, tickling and teasing her with the tip of his tongue, flicking it up to the base of her clit and making the teen jerk her hips up at that feathery touch. It was humiliating, degrading to react that way to her rapist. But something had taken over her psyche; she seemed to have no control over her body! "Oh god!"
"Man, she's ready for it, her first big fuck. You should've seen her today, Dan, the way she kept eyeing my cock through my pants. Christ! Thought she was gonna go right down on her knees there!"
It wasn't true! He was lying. Betty wanted to shout that out. But his prick slamming into her mouth kept her from doing anything except sucking cock. She felt the coach's balls rubbing over her chin as he partially climbed onto the workbench, trying to stab more of his prickmeat into her throat. She felt his fat cockhead sliding past her tonsils, wedging its way down and choking the air from her lungs. That was when Betty panicked, jerking her head away, trying to fight away the fingers holding her skull pressed hard against his groin.
"Yeah, starting to loosen up down there. Real nice, real nice pussy. And I'm gonna be the first one to get in," Mr. Wilson said.
"Her mouth's pretty good, though she could use some practice there."
"She'll have plenty of time to learn ... plenty of time."
Betty wept, sobbing with shame and complete humiliation. It wasn't enough that she was here, dragged under false pretenses, then finally fucked. She had to be shamed by these animals, these men posing as good teachers, ripping off her clothes then dragging her to this bench where they did what they chose to her. Betty swallowed more spit just as Coach Ungar pulled his cock out a little. He was giving little fucking hunches, rotating his hips around, watching with a grin as her cheeks puffed out each time his prickhead rubbed up against the insides of her mouth.
Just then, Mr. Wilson pulled his tongue out from her pussy, licked her thighs, then chomped down on her flesh with his large square front teeth, tearing at her skin as if he were a rabid dog. He shook his head, growling while pulling back. Betty screamed, her shrieks sending Dan off into near-spasms of climax.
"Man, easy on the cunt. That little bitch's gonna make me shoot right now," Dan complained.
It was useless to resist. How could she? They had roped her to this bench as if she were in some sort of prison camp. In went that finger once more, testing her pussy, rubbing up against her slick, hot pussy walls, making Betty gasp. She then felt it slip out, hearing the wet sucking sound. She sensed him sliding between her thighs, Dan's mouth-fucking making it difficult for her to see much. And now-oh God, now the feeling of the long thick hardness lay fully against her pussy lips. That hard monster rubbing against her tender cuntlips was making her shudder. It was way bigger than Mr. Wilson's fingers, and he was going to fuck that thing into her pussy hole!
Again, Betty reared back as much as she could, tensing her thighs, trying to draw her knees together. Impossible! The ropes looped around her knees kept them from doing more than tightening them and forcing the cord to cunt into her flesh. She cringed, rubbing her ass against the work bench. Terror gripped the girl as Karl guided his cock against the soft crack between her thighs. Not once did his heavy cockhead lose contact with the girl's flesh as it slipped lower, looking for its target. The flanges of her outer labes were forced open and his hot fat fucker started pressing forward more and more.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Dan gripped her hair, holding her still while Karl drilled into her. It was awful, she could feel her pussy lips opening under the pressure of his prick. She let out a long, low moan, her groans becoming stronger, louder, as her cunt finally gave way. She shivered as the hot mass of stiff cockflesh started driving its way into her. Her legs trembled once more against the restraining ropes as his big cock sank into her like a red-hot iron through lard.
"Aghghghghghhghghfff ffff!"
Betty shrieked again, twisting her head and trying to rid her mouth of that filthy thing. But the coach was strong; She felt his powerful fingers wrapped around her throat and skull while his prick fucked her mouth so hard spit frothed around the corners of her lips. She felt that fat rod of flesh and muscle lodged between her legs, unable to believe her body could take so much thick cockmeat. Never, never would she have believed a cock that size could have entered her without killing her.
"Noooooffff!"
Betty felt Mr. Wilson settling between her spread, splayed thighs like a cowboy sitting on his saddle. He was holding her legs side open, pushing down on the insides of her thighs while working his cock around in her cunt the way Coach Ungar worked his prick in her mouth. The helpless, panting girl wondered if it were physically possible for her to be literally fucked to death. If so, she was sure it was happening to her. The huge knob of his fucking cock hit her womb. It lodged there for a second, a solid mass, resting while preparing to tear her insides apart. It filled her tight cunt to capacity. Betty writhed helplessly under him, agonizing to the hot pressure and the searing pain the fucking was causing in her. More than once the teen flexed her crotch muscles together in an attempt to force out the unwelcome thing. But the pressure seemed to arouse Mr. Wilson all the more, making him groan with ecstasy.
"Christ! The little slut's cunt's trying to eat up my prick! You're really havin' a time down there, aren't you, Betty?"
"She's gonna have a better one once we start shootin' in her," Dan predicted.
"Not yet. And we've got all afternoon to show her everything else we have here. Yes, Betty," Mr. Wilson said, stroking the back of one hand over her tits while feeding her more of his prick, "you'll find you've earned your grades this semester!"