Chapter 3
"Uhf! Uhf! Uhhhhfffff!"
It was horrid, shameful! Betty opened her jaws a little more, drawing in air from around Coach Ungar's mouth-prodding cock. She had cinched her eyes shut, concentrating only on that cock squeezing hard through her pussy meat. It was like nothing she had ever imagined could happen to her. Betty could feel every fleshy ridge of his fuckrod.
"Ooooohhhh!"
She was gasping against Coach Ungar's prick. Karl flexed again, and Betty became limp. He was purposely going slowly now. She felt his cock easing back, back, back, Karl letting her feel the extent of her soreness inside. Then, when she thought he was going to take it all the way out, his big cock went zooming back into her. Now it began, a slow, rhythmic pounding, a fucking in, again and again. Betty groaned against Coach Ungar's prick once more, feeling Karl's hips rotating from side to side against her soft asscheeks. He was stretching her cunt with each fucking shove, making it wider with every plunge. And there was nothing the girl could do to stop him. There was no one to save her. The cock in her mouth was an effective gag, while the restraints kept her body helpless.
"Uhhhhh!"
Karl slid his hands under her ass, rolling it back a litle, while climbing forward. He was touching her all over, kneading her tits, twisting them around and flicking her nipples against one another. It was enough for him to violate her cunt. Now he had to touch her all over her body, say terrible things to her, and all the while, he was feeding her his cockmeat. How those hands caressing her made her writhe, making her feel those horrid ropes and those thongs holding her ankles and wrists to the table. Now he was tweaking her nipples as Dan had done, crushing the hard, stiff nubs like berries between his fingers while starting to fuck her harder and faster.
"Fuck 'er, man! Fuck her 'til her eyes pop out!" Dan was gasping, his eyes staring at the way Betty's belly had begun to heave with lust.
The girl fetl her flesh awash with perspiration as Karl pressed harder against her upturned asscheeks, his balls slapping noisily against her crotch. She could taste the flow of the coach's jizz more and more as the seconds ticked by. She was certain he was going to cum soon. He was saying things to her, warning her not to choke or try to spit out his cum. He was going to make her drink every drop or slap her to death right there on the table.
Betty tried a last time to pull her face away from Dan's crotch. But the coach held her firmly in his grip, forcing his cock all the way down and holding it, flattening her nose against his groin while letting his prick jerk and dance around in her throat. The girl coughed and gagged yet again, making harsh swallowing movements as she fought for air.
Betty groaned, tears running down her cheeks as she felt Mr. Wilson's prick swell even more. She knew he was going to drop his load in her the way Dan was about to shoot in her mouth. Her soft, animal-like whimpering became loud sobs as she began to feel the most humiliating sensations. The continual thrusts of that cock in her cunt were doing something very strange to her body. She felt a rising tension in her belly, an uncontrollable trembling sensation in her agonized pussy. She began to moan louder.
"Oh god! Ooooh!"
"Man, she's gonna have a header," Karl said, slapping the teen's thighs. "She's gonna pop. That's good!"
He gasped, shaking the sweat off his face and piledriving his hips hard against her crotch.
"I wanna see 'er pop right in front of me before I cum!"
"Man, I can't hold back!" Dan said, his eyes shut, his face trembling. He was hammering the girl's face with his prick, his balls swinging freely against Betty's chin.
The girl panicked, realizing the moment of truth was here. She worked her throat muscles, noticing with growing panic the increase of cum-flow from the coach's piss-slit. Dan's fingers fluttered over her skull, then tightened hard around her forehead as the first wad of jizz shot out and spattered against Betty's spit-slicked tonsils. The girl screamed, her body tensing against the restraining ropes. "Unnfnnfnfnffff!"
The wads of jizz came faster and faster, filling up her mouth quickly. She coughed, feeling the cum sliding down her throat like slime. She flicked her tongue back, inadvertently caressing the underside of Dan's shooting prick, teasing it to shoot more and harder. She was swallowing it! Oh God in heaven, she was swallowing it, taking down his jizz in big gulps while Dan worked his crotch dreamily over her face.
"Damn, she's one hungry little slut!" the coach remarked as he dumped the last load of his spunk down her throat.
"Yeah, yeah, and her cunt's pretty fuckin' hungry too!"
He was telling her to move it, slapping her thighs and ass with the flat of his hand while Coach Ungar was wiping the tip of his cock against her lips. Instinctively, Betty found herself smacking them together, licking her tongue along the small groove just under the man's prickhead. She was trembling as Mr. Wilson's endlessly moving cock continued its chugging trip back and forth against her aroused cut. He reached back, spreading her thighs farther and farther apart while pounding his cock faster.
Betty soon found herself going crazy with sensation. Her mind went blank, her body twisting against the ropes while Karl fucked her like a maniac. Just at the end, he used the forefinger of his right hand and slid it into her asscrack, digging into the tiny pucker of her shitter until he had buried it up to his knuckle. Betty cried out, her eyes fluttering open at that unnatural invasion. Curling her toes against the hard wood, the girl closed her eyes once more, feeling the furnace in her belly about to blow to pieces.
"Huhhhghghghh ... agghghhhhghh!" Karl cried out, then jerked wildly, his white-hot spunk jetting into her cunt.
Betty felt it, actually felt the stinging spurts splashing against her cuntal walls. She screamed nearly as loudly as he while Karl lay completely atop her body, holding her down, squeezing and biting and licking her tits while finishing his fuck. Betty didn't care any longer what was happening around her. For that second she was transformed, her pussy milking and contracting hard around his shooting prick. She found herself clenching onto his greasy, hard-muscled squirting piece of cockmeat, experiencing powerful sensations that made her weep with shame.
"Man, oh man!" Karl sighed, pulling his face up from her naked tits and shaking his head. "She's one helluva fuck. Never thought the little bitch had it in her!"
It was over. Minutes had passed, minutes in which the hard contractions of her pussy had ebbed. She could still feel some shivering spasms in her cunt as Karl gave her several more humps before slowly withdrawing his cock from her body. Betty bit her lower lip, realizing how she had shamed herself. She could have remained impassive, have let the men rape her as they would without giving them the satisfaction of reciprocal lust. But something had happened, something the girl hadn't counted on. Her body had betrayed her, rolling in the lust of both men. Even now, one part of her wanted them to stay and fuck her more. She smacked her lips clean of the coach's cum, hoping they would let her go now they had fucked her.
"Ohhhh...."
Karl was out of her. She felt her outer cuntlips pulling back together, felt the cum oozing from her pussy and trickling down her asscrack toward her shitter. Both men were standing next to her by the rack, examining her as if she were some sort of biological specimen. Betty was too ashamed to look back at them. Turning her head away, she stared at the wall, wondering what would happen next to her, and wondering if her life would ever be the same after this rape.
"She's too good to let go right now," Karl said.
Betty's heart skipped a beat. She bit her lower lip, fighting back the tears starting to burn behind her eyes. They were going to keep her there-at least, for a while. She felt fingers caressing her thighs once more. They were monsters! They were animals! Not satisfied with having submitted her to this brutal rape, they were going to do more! She wanted to scream out her horror. But Betty knew that would only incur their wrath.
"Yeah. We've got time," Dan said, checking his wristwatch and nodding in approval.
"And we make sure the little bitch isn't going to tell anything," Karl said, giving his friend a knowing broad wink.
"Got the camera right here."
Pictures! They were going to take pictures of her, shame and threaten her with exposure if she said anything about today! Betty could see nothing but blackness. She lay there helpless on the bench. Even when she felt fingers working on the thongs holding her wrists to the bench, she knew it was only a brief reprieve. They were going to do something hideous to her. There would be more pain, more bondage, more humiliation, more fucking.
"Okay, up!"
Karl was holding her by the shoulders, pushing her off the table.
"Over here. Bend down. Get that ass up," Karl said, pushing the girl forward when she refused to move.
Betty stiffened her spine. No! She wouldn't get in that position. She resisted, half-turning around to tel him so when she felt a powerful blow between her shoulderblades. He had struck her with his fist, nearly breaking her spine, the force of the punch dropped her toward the floor. Catching herself just in time, the young teen wept, bending at the waist, grabbing her ankles with both fists. Someone behind her was dragging something terribly heavy across the floor.
"Here, on that."
"Owwwww!"
Mr. Wilson had purposely dropped a heavy two-by-four across the tops of her feet, nearly breaking her toes. Pushing her legs apart, he moved the wood until it lay near the tops of her ankles, instructing the girl to place her palms atop the board, fingers down. More rope. More pain.
Betty watched as Karl looped half-inch line around her wrists and ankles, fastening them to one another and the board in figure-eight knots. Her thighs were spread apart once again, this time in a bent-over position that made her ass stick up straight in the air. Karl slapped her ass wildly several times with his open hand, digging his awful right forefinger into her shitter more than once.
Betty snapped her head up, screaming, shouting, jerking her ass away and nearly falling on her face. She waddled away from the two men, moving her legs with great difficulty. The muscles in her ass and thighs cramped, her naked soles scraping painfully over the floor. Dan came up behind her, wrapping both hands around her thighs and burying his face into her asscrack. Betty screamed as she felt his large teeth tearing at her asshole, his tongue wriggling in, while his fingernails ripped at her thigh flesh. She tried pulling away, her tits swinging with the violent moves of her body. But Dan held firm, growling like a rabid dog, while his teeth and tongue continued to flick and bite up her asscheeks.
"Hey, don't kill the slut. We gotta still play with her."
"Man, nice sweet ass, nice and sweet," Dan murmured, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand.
"Yeah, sweet ass, sweet cunt too. We'll see just how sweet the bitch gets after we work 'er over a little. Come on, bitch, come on."
There was more movement behind her. Then Betty felt something sliding around her throat-something cool and smooth and thin, pressing up against her windpipe. Mr. Wilson was behind her now. She could feel his cock, his hairy groin rubbing up against her ass while his knees braced against the backs of her legs. He was muttering something, pulling up with both hands and pressuring a strip of something against her throat. His belt!
Betty cried out, trying to back away. She wormed her ass up against his cock, pulling backward, trying to turn her head to one side, anything to get more air. Mr. Wilson twisted the belt more cruelly around her throat, making jerking movements. He was about to break her windpipe.
"Uhh!"
It stopped, the belt dropping from her throat and the buckled end clattering against the concrete floor. Betty nearly fell; the room was spinning as she fought for balance, the wood and thongs still cutting cruelly into her wrists and ankles.
"Over here. Over here to clean up these shoes," Dan ordered, taking her by the hair and leading the girl back past the table to where both he and Mr. Wilson had disrobed.
They were forcing her head down, pushing her mouth up against the coach's tennis shoes and telling her to clean them with her tongue. Betty gagged. The foulest smell was coming from Coach Ungar's athletic shoes, but he was holding her down, twisting her hair, forcing her nose into the shoe's tongue. Gagging and choking, Betty did as she was told, drawing her tongue over the rough canvas, wetting it until it darkened with her spit.
They pushed her head down farther, working her mouth over the tongue, the laces, then down to the rubberized sole. She drew her tongue over the well of the shoe, spitting out twice as Dan turned it around and ordered her to clean the bottom. She drew her tongue over the sole, feeling all the tiny grooves and indentations while tasting the foulness of the rubber.
Behind her, Karl was rubbing her ass with both hands, peering over her thighs and watching what was happening with great relish.
"Now mine. It needs polishing a helluva lot more than those stupid things."
"Hell, if I'd known we were going to have a licker down here I would've worn my boots," Coach Ungar shot back, pulling away from the licking teen and examining his spit-licked shoes with pleasure.
"Come on, Betty, you're gonna clean 'em up real nice, just like you did with the tennis shoes," Karl said in a pleasant tone.
Betty gagged once more, and tried to draw back, but Mr. Wilson kicked his left shoe over to her, tangling his fingers in her hair and forcing her back down to the floor. How her back and shoulders ached! Mr. Wilson pushed her face against his shoe. At least there wasn't the foul sweaty smell Betty had choked on while licking the coach's shoe. She drew her tongue over the black leather, watching it shine up immediately with her spit. He was moving her head for her, rubbing her lips up against the wells, then turning the shoe over so the girl could lick the rough sole. It was horrible, degrading!
"Okay, that'll do. Up against the wall!" Karl ordered, taking her by the shoulders and wheeling her around.
Betty struggled to stay upright, waddling in that obscene position toward the nearest wall. He banged her head against it hard. As he kept her braced against it with his foot, Betty heard the coach hand him something. It was a knife!
"Oh!" She shrank from it, feeling her body shiver as all sorts of thoughts rushed through her mind.
Mr. Wilson was slowly turning the blade inches from her eyes, watching her, leering at her. Betty said nothing, unable to control the trembling that made her body shiver heavily against the board keeping her thighs spread wide apart. Karl licked his lips as he looked down at the firm, round swell of her asscheeks. The so quivering made the smooth white globes move, tightening and relaxing.
To her horror, she felt her pussy lips begin to get moist. Cuntjuice was actually beginning to trickle onto her thigh. Betty wanted to disappear, to sink out of sight. She could feel the wet, sticky line of her pussycrack completely exposed in front of this man. He could see every bit of her cunt-slit. And that knife! What was he going to do with it?
Betty's question was immediately answered. She felt something very cold and sharp sliding across her left asscheek. It was following the swell of her broad muscle, turned in such a way that the cutting edge of the blade only tickled her skin. Betty's arms spasmed, her forehead grating against the cold wall as she concentrated on the path of that knife. The pressure was increasing now as the sharp point slid closer to her cuntal zone. Betty wanted to sob again, but she guessed that the slightest move on her part would put the knife's tip through her flesh.
The teen felt her cunt sucking in air, opening in an uncontrollable spasm as the knife traced along the outer line of her pussy lips. The soft area was vulnerable, something that made the presence of the dagger more horrifying. Betty let out a series of soft moans, her legs shivering while more cuntjuice oozed from her fuck-slit. "Uh!"
He was holding the flat of the knife right at the center of her cunt. The point was up, pricking her clit, making her asscheeks shiver more uncontrollably. Betty felt her cunt clamp down on nothingness, the edges of the blade grazing the skin of her outer cunt lips.
Karl liked that, smiling with approval as he rocked the knife up and down, making sure the pointy tip touched her clit all the time. Betty arched her back a little, moving her ass around while trying to peek around her thighs and see what Karl and Dan were doing. Her pulse raced and her heart was pounding. What new horrors were these teachers planning for her?