Chapter 6
After having been fucked by Dan, Betty was left lifeless on the floor. Coach Ungar had successfully subdued Kathy, having draped her body across the back of his chair while roping her ankles and wrists. There was more shuffling behind Betty, then she felt someone gathering her up, pulling her across the floor and stuffing her into a sack. She weakly protested, but a hand shoved her head down. Kathy, the girl guessed, was suffering the same humiliation.
The drawstrings across the top successfully blocked the sunlight.
"Get their clothes, and we'll get the hell out before the janitor comes."
Betty found herself dragged across the office floor over the slightly raised doorway, then lifted onto Mr. Wilson's broad back.
"I think I got the light one," he said, laughing lightly as he made his way through the darkened corridor out to the faculty parking lot behind the building.
Betty thought of kicking and screaming the moment they were out of the building. But then she knew there would be few, if any, people outside at this time of day. Any wild attempts at escape would be met with severe punishment later. In the end, Betty remained quiet, cringing in the sack as she and Kathy were placed in a car.
Nothing was said in the car as they sped away from the parking lot. Kathy, she guessed, was next to her. She could feel something rubbing against her thigh, hearing every now and then a muffled whimper. She wanted to say some word of encouragement, but could think of nothing. The short trip told Betty they were back at that warehouse, back at the place where she had endured her rape.
"Get 'em out and inside. I'll pull the car around the back," Coach Ungar said.
Karl was strong enough to haul both girls out, dragging the sacks over the uneven ground, over the stairs, into the warehouse.
"Nobody's around. They're all off for the day, so you can yell your damned heads off and it won't do any good," Karl said, loosening the drawstrings, then dumping Betty out first. "I picked up those pictures, by the way. They fell out when Dan was fucking you. Too bad. If you were a few minutes earlier you would have been home free. Now you're in for more fun ... and your friend too."
Betty heard the door open again. Dan was there, holding the keys in one hand while closing the door with the other. The sound of the bolt sliding home made her shiver. It was like a sentence of doom. The girl began crying, shaking her head, wondering what she had done to deserve this second round of horror.
"Don't carry on that way. You're gonna be all smiles when we get through with you and your friend here. In fact, I've got the perfect solution for you," he said, irony all over his face.
Betty let out another whimper, feeling him gripping her by the upper arm and pulling her roughly from the floor. She shook the hair from her eyes, watching as Coach Ungar dumped the groaning Kathy from the sack. Her friend tumbled out head over heels, her wrists and ankles still bound together.
"Untie her, Dan, and bring her over here. We're gonna give them a bike ride."
"Good idea. See what they do with that one."
They moved beyond the workbench, that horrid bench where she had been so brutally raped and beaten. They moved beyond another partition to a rear area. There she found two exercycles facing one another, wires draped loosely around the seats and handlebars of both machines. They were white, the kind she had seen in gyms. The only difference was the wires and clamps-those and a small black box resting innocuously on the floor. Betty balked, drawing back. Karl pushed her forward.
"Nothing to worry about. It's not going to bite you, although you'll think it is once you get going on it. Now, climb onto the seat."
There was nothing else for her to do. Obediently Betty raised her left leg, hauled herself onto the bike, then put her naked feet on the pedals. They were cold and rough against her bare soles.
A cry from her right caught her attention. Dan had untied Kathy and was dragging her toward them. The girl was struggling, her ass thrust back, her knees bent, her heels trying to dig defiantly into the unyielding concrete floor while she twisted and writhed against the big man. He laughed at her, letting her go back for a while, then jerking her forward, bringing her twice to her knees.
"Get on the other bike, baby. Come on, move that tight ass of yours."
"Oh!"
Dan had slapped Kathy hard across the ass, bringing a shocked cry from her lips. Betty was already on the cycle, staring down at her friend. There was no more of the confidence she had shown earlier. Now there was only uncertainty and fear. She peered through her long black hair at her friend, her lips quivering slightly. Kathy appeared as if she were about to say something. Then Coach Ungar slapped her again, wrestling with the recalcitrant teen and forcing her finally to the other cycle. Reluctantly, the brunette climbed aboard, gripping tightly onto the handlebars as if her strength would somehow push those awful men away.
"Good friends should always help each other," Karl said, untangling the nest of black wires confronting him.
Betty saw clamps dangling at the end of the wires, clamps she knew were meant for her and Kathy. She tightened her fingers around the cracked black plastic handlebars, her toes curling against the sharp pedals as her eyes took in the events unfolding before her. Karl had successfully freed five clamps, laying four of them carefully over the handlebars while opening one of them, bringing it up to her left nipple. The girl shivered, her head shuddering slightly as the teacher rubbed the head of the clamp lightly over her stiffened tit-nub.
Betty whimpered, grinding her teeth together as she felt that cold touch, that awful thrilling rub that made her nipple throb in time with her pussy. And then Karl opened the clamp, exposing its terrible tiny teeth, rubbing them against her nipple before twisting the clamp around and closing it over her taut red tit tip.
"Owwwww!"
Betty grimaced, her cheeks quivering while both legs kicked off the pedals. It was all she could do to set her jaw and straighten her back.
No. She wouldn't give this man the pleasure of seeing her wincing and crawling again. She stood her ground, keeping her lips compressed tightly together and fighting down a groan as Mr. Wilson clamped the second wire to her left tit. Its small teeth were cutting into her soft tit-flesh, bringing a mixture of pain and delight to the teen.
Betty could feel her cuntal cream starting to flow already, greasing down the black plastic seat under her asscheeks. She shifted position, blinking away the tears while Mr. Wilson picked up a third clamp and brought it down to her cunt. His soft touch against her labes made her pussy quiver with itching delight. The teacher saw her cunt-juice, felt the increasing heat warming her pussy and smiled.
"You look cool, Betty, but you sure want this awfully bad."
She tried ignoring his comments, hoping Kathy hadn't heard them.
"Oh, Betty, what is he doing to you?" Kathy screamed, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"The same thing that's gonna happen to you, baby!"
"No, don't ... oh don't do that to me . not the same thing that's happening to her,"
Kathy pleaded, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.
She tried scrambling off the bike, but Dan, after having throttled her, made her get back on. Sobbing, she gripped the handlebars, screaming each time he attached one of the clamps to her nipples. When he was fumbling around with her pussy, the girl cried wildly again, kicking the bike with her bare feet while hugging the frame with her knees.
By now Betty was cooperating meekly.
"Now, raise your ass just a little."
Karl had already attached two clamps to her cunt, one on each Up, just below her clit. And now he had another wire, this one inserted up her shitter after he had spread both asscheeks carefully. Betty grimaced again, her nostrils flaring slightly as she felt the cold metal worming its way up into her bowels. Her slick ass-canal clamped tightly on this strange intruder, the clenching action bringing a spark of delight racing into her clit.
Kathy was leaning forward on the bike, her tits dangling over the handlebars while her long brown hair partially curtained her face.
Dan was struggling with the last wire, having taken care of her cunt and tits. Finally he shoved the thing into the screaming girl's ass, working it all the way up until Kathy was puffing and panting like an animal. He forced her back onto the seat, kicking her legs back onto the pedals. Kathy lowered her head, unable to stare her friend in the face.
"Pedal." Karl was looking at Betty, pointing down at her feet.
She obeyed, moving her feet one full revolution around. Immediately Kathy screamed, her body jerking, swaying wildly against the bike. Both feet flew off the pedals while her hands jerked from the handlebars. There was shock on her face and terror in her rounded eyes as she stared ahead at Betty.
"Wh-what happened?" Betty asked, turning toward the teacher.
"It's a tiny generator," Karl said, nudging that little black box on the floor between both bikes. "It's hooked up so when you pedal, you send a current through the wires into your friend there. And likewise, when she pedals, you feel the same. Come on, do the same for your friend," Karl said, nodding in Kathy's direction.
Reluctantly, the brunette obeyed, bringing her legs back on the pedals and turning them around once.
"Oh!"
Betty appreciated what her friend had suffered a moment ago. A faint pulsing heat flashed into her body through her nipples, her cunt and her asshole.
"Now, to make sure you don't stop pedaling during the exercise, we're going to fasten your feet to the pedals, your hands to the handlebars. Makes sense, doesn't it? Dan, you get the brunette. I'll take care of Betty."
Betty sat mutely as he roped her ankles to the pedals with a fifteen-inch length of cord, finishing by fastening her wrists to the handlebars with two short brown leather thongs. Kathy was still protesting, sobbing pitifully as the restraints were attached to her body.
"There now, you girls can have the times of your lives. As long as you keep pedaling, the current will flow. And of course, the faster you pedal, the more voltage you create. Betty, you can start as always," Karl said, tapping her lightly on the shoulder.
The girl knew she had better start quickly, or the tap would become a savage blow in a moment. Tensing her thigh and leg muscles, she began. Pushing down the pedal, she heard the generator start to whine. Kathy let out a cry, her body stiffening while her arms and legs spasmed against the machine. Her head lolled from side to side while her eyes rounded and glazed over. She sounded as if she were trying to say something. But only cracked choked sounds came from her parted lips as she struggled with the flow of current. Slapped several more times by Dan, the young brunette reciprocated, starting to pedal, and sending a steady pulsing current into Betty. "Ummmmmm!"
There it was again, that steady, pulsing warm thing that was licking softly at her nipples, clit and asshole! She sighed, shrugging her head into her narrow shoulders while leaning forward slightly and applying more pressure on the pedals. She increased her speed, feeling a warm dampness on her flesh start to rise.
Shaking the loose blonde hair from her eyes, Betty began pedaling faster and faster. Oh, oh, it was good, so good, feeling that current tickling her clit and nipples. And how her asshole was itching! She tensed her asscheeks, working them gently from left to right against the small black plastic bicycle seat as her juices flowed from her cunt and slicked down her thighs.
"Ohhhh, Kathy!" she moaned, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back. It was a delicious, hot feeling, one that brought moans from her throat as she worked her feet around faster and faster.
"No! Owwwww! Oh, it hurts!" Kathy screamed, her eyelids fluttering while her thighs ridged from the pain caused by the rushing electrical current.
More than once the teen tried jerking her legs off the pedals as if that would somehow stop the stinging pain in her cunt, her nipples, her asshole. But the thongs held, strapping both her arms and legs to the horrid machine while across from her, Betty pedaled on, sending more and more electricity surging into her body.
Betty's face was flushed with pain and excitement as she leaned forward a little more, putting weight on her legs as they whirled around in ever-increasing circles. Dots of perspiration beaded her wrinkled forehead as she stared straight ahead, her eyes focused unnaturally on her friend. She was rubbing her tits against the handlebars, feeling the current biting into those hard, red rubbery nubs as she pedaled like a fiend. Opening her mouth, the girl let out a muffled groan, tilting her head slightly back, feeling the silky sweep of her blonde hair against her back. She worked her sweating ass over the black plastic seat, feeling the sexy rub of the material against her hot, tortured flesh while her fingers gripped the handlebars so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Betty could see Kathy's face reflecting the increasing amount of current she was sending into her best friend's body. The girl's nipples were lengthening and thickening against the biting clamps while pussy-juice trickled freely from her cunt. Looking down between the handlebars, Betty could see Kathy's dark-red gash of cunt-meat glistening through her black forest of pussyhairs. Her nipples were obviously swollen while the muscles of her belly were alternately knotting and relaxing, knotting and relaxing with the flow of the current.
It drove Betty half-mad watching her friend in that kind of unnatural rut. She pressed down more fervently against the pedals, grunting with the effort as if she were pedaling uphill.
Kathy screamed, her body jerking and jumping as if someone were hitting her with a board. The brunette's body pitched backward, her arms and legs jerking against the restraints while her long brown hair whipped across her face. She was making shrieking sounds, her feet moving faster and faster over the pedals and sending sparks crashing into Betty's cunt. "Uhhhhhhh!"
It was hideous. It was wonderful. Betty sighed, her cut filling to the bursting. She tried to close her legs to squeeze off her climax. But the bicycle seat prevented her from doing anything except pedaling. She was weak and dizzy, dredging up every ounce of strength now, to send her friend into a frenzy and give her back more electricity.
"Ohhhh, no, Betty! You're burning up my cunt!" Kathy shrieked.
Betty didn't care what her friend shouted. She had to have more electricity, more of that delicious stinging sensation biting through her cunt and tits, sending her off into a wonderful world of climax. How she wanted to shout to ther friend to pedal harder, faster. But the words just wouldn't come. All she could do was grunt and sigh, keeping her eyes fastened on Kathy's feet, watching as her cunt became hotter and hotter with each maddeningly passing second.
"Uh!"
More. She was getting more! Kathy had risen to the occasion, finding the strength in her body and whipping her legs around and around. Itl was like a fist slapping, then penetrating herj insides. Her asshole recoiled while a fist of air nearly dislodged the wire lodged in her bowels. She felt she was going to shit and wet herself. It would be the final degradation. But somehow the thought of it made her hotter. She pedaled harder and faster as well, hearing Kathy shrieking in pain.
"Eaghghhghghghghhh!"
Kathy was going wild, her feet like a windmill, while her tits, belly, cunt and shitter were torn apart by fiery steel knives. Her bones throbbed and ached, and the noise of a thousand screams seemed to rush through her head. Her cries were choked with the spit lodged in her throat. Finally, even the moans stopped. Now all she could do was gag and beat her head against the handlebars, her cunt nearly catching on fire from the flowing current.
"Eaghghghghhhh ... uhhhhh!"
Betty realized Kathy had come, and with that, she felt her own orgasm erupt. There were tremendous explosions deep in her body, radiating out to her clit, tits and asshole, while she shuddered and jerked on the bike. Somehow she managed to keep pedaling. She heard Kathy scream in the throes of her climax. Both teens writhed, their faces a whirling blur as more and more electricity nipped and bit into their convulsing clits.
Karl and Dan watched in silence, rubbing their cocks, studying the young women as they rutted shamelessly on the cycles. Betty was the first to stop, slumping on the handlebars, her forehead striking the cold metal. Her slackening cunt still throbbed with the awesome power of her unnatural climax. She felt herself falling into comforting darkness.