Chapter 4
"Shit! She's rutting again! Can't do anything around her without making her hot!" Karl said, shaking his head with disbelief.
"Move it. Move that knife! Make her ass prance for it," Dan said.
Betty felt her slit cuntlips on fire. The constant rush of her juices across those thin, tiny cuts in her labes was like salt being rubbed into wounds. And yet she was unable to stop a strange feeling of excitement. She had to be a worthless slut to feel something like this, especially considering what had happened to her earlier. Karl was dragging the tip of the knife back, making a thin scratch up to her clit. The buzzing, spinning flashes assailing her brain grew worse and worse. Did she have no control over her body? Was there no limit to her depravity?
The knife was pulled back, only to reappear as a stinging, stabbing sensation around her stutter. He was poking the tip of it into her asshole, making her roll her hips from side to side. Betty bit her lip again, wondering how she could be responding to this kind of pain and humiliation. The cuts in her ass were like tiny fires, each of them blazing with unspeakable fury and making her cunt juice all the more.
She felt her sweat rolling down her thighs, mixing with the juice still seeping from the itchy, velvety lining of her pussy. Her body glistened once more, rivers of sweat running down from her armpits.
"Bitch pig! You love this too? Christ, Dan's right. There's nothing you can't handle, just as long as you think you're gonna get some fuckin' in."
"No, it's not true!" Betty shot back, sobbing with shame.
"Man, she's so fuckin' hot ... I wanna get in her pussy like you did," Dan said, his fist moving on his slippery cockshaft faster and faster, while his breathing betrayed his excitement.
"You'll get your chance. Right now, I gotta heat up that ass even more. Gonna make sure there isn't one damned virgin hole in your body when you stagger outta here, understand?" Mr. Wilson said, reaching down and jerking up her head by her hair.
Betty let out a howl of pain. She wouldn't answer him. She had heard him say something about her asshole. And now he was toying with it again, touching it with the knife. Turning around once again, she saw Karl holding his belt, the one that had nearly strangled her earlier. Doubling it over, he approached her, his cock sticking straight out from his groin once more, and looking more formidable than ever. She saw him drawing his hand back, the black leather belt hissing through the air. She knew what was going to happen and cried out, jerking her head forward while clenching her teeth together.
The thin leather struck with the vengeance of a tornado! The dry smacking sound echoed through the room while the force of the blow knocked Betty's head hard against the wall. Immediately, she felt the hot, stinging bite of the leather, a bite that drew tears from her eyes. She let out a gasp, then heard the belt cutting through the air once more. "Unnghghhh!"
Sweat poured from under her arms, itching where it trickled across the sides of her tits. Again, the belt came down against her body, cutting a long red welt just below her ribs while her knees knocked and nearly buckled from the sharp agony. No! This was too much for her to stand. She had never had anything like this happen to her in her life before.
"Oowwwww!"
A fourth blow, this one just above her calves. Betty let out a heart-rending cry, her forehead jamming up against the wall while her asscheeks quivered under the steady blows of the black leather belt. More hits. Betty writhed with the stinging pain of the cuts. She could feel the warm sticky flow of sweat down her body and wondered if it were blood oozing from some break in her skin. Karl was certainly hitting her hard enough, bringing down the belt again and again, in merciless criss-cross fashion.
Gnashing her teeth together, the blonde teen endured the torment, jerking her arms again and again against the ropes binding her wrists to her ankles. How her body ached from this belting, this obscene whipping in which all she could do was bend over and expose her ass and cunt to these animals!
"Over here ... bring her over here," Dan said, jerking his head in the direction of a sink.
Karl gave Betty a few more final lashes with his belt, looping it around her neck like a harness and forcing her away from the wall. Betty waddled after him, nearly toppling over twice. There was a low sink where Dan was standing, the basin filled with filthy water. The stench was worse than the smell that had come out of the coach's tennis shoes. It was into that muck that Karl pushed her face. Betty almost vomited at once, choking and coughing, realizing they were going to drown her in that thing if she didn't fight back. But what could she do? The ropes held her arms and legs firmly in place, and Karl was behind her, rubbing his cock up against her sweaty asscrack.
She coughed, feeling the sour bile rising in her throat. Seconds from throwing up, the younp teen knew if she retched she would drown in her own vomit. Just at that point the girl felt two fingers jammed hard into her asshole. The fear of choking to death in this horrid water made her forget about the immediate threat to her asshole. By the time her assmuscles had snapped shut protectively, Karl had shoved his fingers up to the second joint, now twisting them around and around while still keeping her head in the sink. Just when Betty thought she was going to pass out from lack of air, the big man pulled her out.
It was then Betty thought she would blow apart from the pressure up her ass. He was enjoying it immensely, twisting his fingers around and around, sliding them deeper and deeper until his knuckles were brushing up against the wrinkles of her shitter.
Then Karl jerked on her hair, ripping more hairs from her skull, shoving her face back towards the fetid water. The fumes gathered around her, invading her nostrils, making Betty violently ill. Again, she felt her bile rising, threatening to choke her. The teacher, realizing how close she was to vomiting a second time, pulled her away from the trough-like sink, keeping her close enough, however, so Betty could get a whiff of the filth every now and then. She wrinkled her nose, taking in gaspy lungfuls of air to refill her lungs.
"Now you'll learn what it's like to get reamed out all the way, all holes filled. Most girls don't like this, but we'll find out what you dig," Mr. Wilson said, slipping yet another finger into her asshole and twisting it around.
Betty let out a low moan, moving her ass against his fucking fingers. There were hot, spicy sensations radiating out from her asshole, feelings she never would have guessed possible. They were making her cunt very warm all over again, while her clit spasmed with a kind of tingling delight.
Karl noticed her reaction as well as Dan, laughing and commenting on it while the teacher fucked in and out, in and out with his fingers. He wanted her to take his cock up her shitter. Betty remembered the poling, squeezing sensation she had when he had raped her after tearing her cherry with his thumb. And now-and now he was going to do the same thing up her ass! The girl shivered, knowing there was nothing she could do to prevent it.
"Gonna take my ol' cock up there, right? You're gonna have to stand in class for the next few days, Betty, because I don't think you'll be able to sit down too well."
Dan laughed, stroking his prick while watching the biology teacher bend his knees, bracing his legs up against Betty. She could feel it, feel the hot, slick heat rubbing up and down her ass-crack. Betty groaned again at the pain of his hands rubbing over the rising welts created from the beating. She sobbed again, feeling her body one large wound, one big tormented thing while Karl was hunkering down behind her, getting ready to fuck his cock in.
And then it was there, his meaty double-lobed cockhead rubbing into her shitter. She could feel the pressure building, far more painful than the pressure she had felt in her pussy earlier. At least that was a natural opening, a place where a man's cock was supposed to be. But this-
Karl grunted with the effort, his fingers hooking around her hipbones while his knees dug more frantically against the backs of her legs. She could feel his sweat against her asscheeks and back. Her ankles and wrists chafed while her body strained against the restraints.
"Damn it, Dan, get the fuckin' camera. We got some good shots here. Careful not to get my face," he added. "Just get her and my cock.
That'll take care of anything she wants to say against us."
Betty could hardly hear what he was saying. Her brain spun dizzyingly around and around as the pain increased to an agonizing level. Her ass ached as if someone were trying to pull her flesh apart. The agony raced down the backs of her thighs to her toes, all the nerves throbbing painfully as Karl still tried to work his prick into her tight-fitting asshole.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Karl slapped down hard with both hands now, doing anything to try to force the young blonde girl's ass to relax. Betty did all she could, as well, trying to do anything to ease the horrid pain throbbing through her body. Finally, with more slaps across the top of her asscheeks, Karl managed to ease his hunk of cock back into her asshole.
Betty thought she would die. Groaning, she felt his huge fuckpole being pushed into her stutter, jammed all the way in until she couldn't speak! Her face reddened while her neck tensed. Karl was bending over her, mounting her like a dog mounts his bitch in the gutter while jamming his prick up into her asshole. He rocked his thick-muscled thighs from left to right, increasing the sensation of being fucked.
Betty thought he was going to tear all her asshole muscles.
"No, don't fuck me back there ... don't ... don't do it!" She wept.
"Ohhhhh, yeahhhh, real nice, real nice ... tighter than hell, but real nice. Almost as good as makin' that pussy you got down there," Karl said, reaching around and stroking her cunt for emphasis.
Weird sensations of need shot out from her asshole, richocheting off her clit and smashing into her brain again and again. Karl's fingers fanned out against her plump ass. He was pushing in slowly, taking his time, puffing and panting heavily while telling her how tight and hot her ass was rubbing up against his prick. Betty let out groans, feeling time and time again as if she would choke on her own spit. The pain was splitting her open, making her feel as if he were tearing her body in two. And then Dan was there, moving her and Karl back to that wretched low sink, threatening to shove her head back in the water. The smell made Betty retch again.
"No!"
"Man, it's good, especially when I stroke my fingers around her pussy. She's clampin' down, just like she did when I stoked 'er up with my knife. Christ, Betty, you're going to cum before I get a chance to stick my prick all the way in you."
"Stop it, please-"
Dan nearly pushed her face in the water again as Karl shoved more than half his cock in her ass. He stopped, wiping his forehead with his hand and looking down at his pink-skinned cockmeat, bending slightly from the resistance offered by Betty's ass. She squealed once more, going into tremors of need and pain while she felt the big muscles in her ass and upper thighs cramping from the pressure of being fucked that way. Flexing her ass, the girl felt it rubbing up against the teacher's sexy, hairy belly. The sliding of his thick-muscled cock as it moved deeper into her ass sent more hot thrills shivering through her.
The shame of being fucked back there! None of her girlfriends at school had even mentioned being fucked in the ass. A painful cramp brought Betty back to the present, her shitter catching fire as Karl buried two more inches in her guts. One more, one more inch and he would have all ten inches of his cock up her shitter, rubbing his groin over her ass. Ten inches! The thought of having something big like that in her ass filled her with terror.
And Karl wasn't about to leave her pussy alone. He had touched her asshole while raping her pussy. Now he was stroking her cuntlips, pinching them, finally grabbing a fistful of her pussyhairs and yanking them with a loud, ripping sound from her swollen cunt mound.
"Eaghghghhghghghhhh!" Betty shrieked, the pain nearly making her piss on herself.
Another jab up her ass and the resulting shock of pain took her mind off her pussy again suddenly. She let out another cry, her legs starting to give way. She pulled up against the board one more time, rubbing the sharp edge against her ankles and drawing more pain into her body. She gasped, grunting in time with Karl's massive fuck strokes.
"Man, this is it. Gonna blow that fuckin' ass of yours right into orbit with my cock!" the teacher said, slapping her ass and spreading her ass cheeks apart widely with both hands while fucking down deep. Dan was putting one foot on the back of her head, forcing it down into the awful sink filled with putrid liquid.
All the young girl could think about was that thing slicing into her ass, pounding her harder, making her body shiver against the wood while it tunneled in savagely. She sobbed, thinking the teacher's cock would surely come right up to her mouth. Yet she was panting heavily, and her breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps until she felt light-headed and buzzy. Brilliant, stinging flashes assailed her stiff little clit, making the teen back up and jerk her ass up and down against Karl's belly against her will.
"Christ! Gonna blow my wad into this little bitch again! Where's that fuckin' camera?"
Dan scurried back and retrieved the Polaroid, checking the lens, the setting, then quickly aiming it at the fucked, bent-over teen. Karl slowed down, leaning back to keep his face from the picture while arching down and slowly feeding his prick into her shitter.
Betty's face was clearly visible to the lens, a fact brought home to the girl when she heard the click and subsequent whirring sound of the film as Dan took three shots of her ass being fucked. One shot in particular showed Betty with her wrist and ankles clearly bound to the board, her ass high in the air with Karl's big prick spearing into it.
Betty moaned. All she thought of at that moment was the unraveling ball of sexuality exploding in her belly. It was happening again! Oh God, her body was betraying her again! In spite of her resolve to remain passive, Betty felt her cunt constricting against nothing, spasming, while her ass clenched down tightly against Karl's fucking prick.
"Doin' it, man, doin' it!"
Karl closed his eyes, his thick-muscled body shaking and slamming forward while his legs bumped up against Betty's. He was snapping his head from left to right, growling through his teeth while his white jizz sprayed into her burning asshole. Betty felt it, felt the splashing of his jizz as it singed her bowels. It was all she needed to reach her own climax. Her tits bounced against one another while her toes curled against the cold floor. Those buzzing, flashing lights behind her eyes exploded again, turning Betty into a convulsing fuck animal. Again and again, the stinging, biting spasms chewed into her clit, forcing the girl to cry out as she banged her forehead against the wall before her. She came and came and came, feeling Karl humping into her, feeling his hands pawing her body while his fingernails clawed savagely against her flesh.
Betty had no idea how long this had gone on. Dan was holding something in front of her, something rectangular, inches before her eyes. Blinking them clear, Betty focused and saw they were shots of her, bent over that way, bound to the two-by-four between her legs while someone was obviously fucking her in the ass. What was worse was that her face was reflecting something other than pain and horror. There was almost a smile of relief, of satisfaction on her lips while her eyes were closed in an expression more of ecstasy than of pain. It would be very difficult, she thought, to explain away these photos to the authorities, claiming she was brutally raped against her will.
"Nice, real nice," Mr. Wilson said, pulling his cock out slowly, then wiping his cockhead over the rounded top curves of her asscheeks.
Betty felt defeated, blown to pieces as she still stood bent over and fastened to the wood. Her body ached from the bondage, the ropes, the beating, the multiple fuckings. She looked between her thighs and saw the poor leavings of her innocence-her panties still lying on the floor, her notebook papers scattered over the concrete, dropped when Mr. Wilson had accosted her and drawn her arms behind her back.
Betty closed her eyes and cried for all she was worth, realizing that no matter what, nothing would be the same for her. A fuckless life had turned into one of wanton sexual gluttony.
"It's becoming late, Betty. We don't want to interrupt your study habits. We have a test tomorrow and I assume you'll do well. Perhaps, after this, you might surprise yourself with your grades. We'll see," Mr. Wilson said, bending over and untying the bonds holding her wrists and ankles to the board.
Betty couldn't look at either of them. She straightened her spine, feeling the aches sharply in her back and thighs. She wished she could shower, her asshole and cunt were still filled with cum while her flesh was sticky with half-dried perspiration. But the one thing overriding her present discomfort was her desire to get out as quickly as she could.
"Here. These are yours, I think."
Coach Ungar thrust the juice-dampened panties into her face, rubbing them up against her nose while squeezing her ass so hard Betty screamed and jerked away from him. She got back into her torn clothes, quietly sobbing, and when they opened the door for her, she ran quickly out into the street.