Chapter 7
"Kathy?"
There was no answer. It was awfully dark where Karl and Dan had dumped them. Betty leaned against the wall, feeling the cold cement rubbing against her back.
"Kathy?"
Still no answer. She could barely make out the small shapely form in front of her. Cocking her head to one side, Betty heard steady breathing. Good. At least she was alive. She would shake her in a moment. But now she wanted to be at peace. Betty thought about what had happened, thought about this imprisonment, thought about being free.
She sat on the floor, her legs stretched in front of her, jagged shards of concrete biting into her flesh. As she moved slightly, Betty felt those concrete splinters cutting against her flesh, sending sharp sensations through her asscheeks. The teen tried to concentrate, but the persistent chill and the rock chips digging into her ass distracted her. She raised her hips and lowered them, feeling one particular splinter touch her cunt. Betty gasped and smiled, checking once more to see if Kathy were awake. Nothing. Good. She moved slightly, feeling those cement chips touching her sensitive cuntlips.
"Mmmmmmmm!"
Betty stopped, her eyes moving back to Kathy. She knew she would have to be quiet. She didn't want to awaken Kathy, not now, not when she was starting to feel something so good in her cunt. She eased her ass around, her firm ass flattening against the rough, cold floor. She winced as several slivers bit into her cunt-lips, then sighed as the jagged cold scratched her inner cuntal muscles.
Straightening her spine, Betty wiggled her hips to position the spikes against her clit. She felt contact and smiled weakly, working her hips from side to side. She gasped. One jagged sliver creased against her clit. She raised her hips, her thigh muscles ridging from the effort, rubbing that thing over her clit.
"Ohhhh! Uhhhhhh!"
Putting her hands flat on either side of her body, Betty rocked back and forth, rose and fell, fucking herself against this inanimate thing. Wouldn't Karl and Dan love to see her now, rutting there on the floor in front of her friend, fucking herself this way, getting off on a cement chip! She threw her head back, her tits riding high and swollen on her chest as she sucked in a lungful of air. These men had turned her into a rutting fucking machine-a mindless woman bent only on satisfying her own perverted needs.
Betty felt the edge of the chip cutting deep. She could feel her clit slick with juice as she bounced her ass over the floor. The girl could hear the slick slapping of her asscheeks against the concrete, that sound arousing her even more. She kept at it, feeling a small climax wash over her like a waterfall. Even after her orgasm, Betty continued the bouncing rhythm, forcing her bloated clit across the concrete. Then as another climax exploded, the wild girl lurched back and forth. She felt still full of lust, panting and sweating while she raised her ass.
With the tip of the cement point in her fuck-slot, she swung from left to right, gouging every snug, sensitive sex-muscle she could find. She thought of Karl under her, tearing at her, flailing her to a series of climaxes while his cruel fingers tore at her nipples. She thought of him and her hips worked faster. Moving one hand down, Betty dug in her cunt with her fingers. Then, with one final tweak of her clit, the girl knew she was through. The spasms had peaked, taking away her strength, making her collapse back to the floor in a panting fatigue.
How good that had been! How that had relieved much of the fear and tension that had assailed her here in this awful dark room. Kathy was still asleep behind her. She could still hear the steady breathing of her friend.
Drawing her knees up to her chest, Betty dug her kneecaps into her tits, reaching up and stroking her still stiffened nipples. It had been good, very good. But as reality seeped in, the girl thought of what she had been doing, of what she had been feeling, and those thoughts made her feel a little sick. How could she ever look at herself in the mirror again, knowing full well what had happened and how she had reacted to it? A tear escaped from her eye just as she heard the door opening in front of her. "Oh!"
Kathy jerked awake, scooting back until she bumped against Betty. Terror-stricken, she hugged her friend close, staring wildly at the big man silhouetted in the doorway. It was Karl, his shirt off, the front of his trousers tented up. He was hard. Kathy groaned while Betty felt her scalp crinkling.
"Up! Both of you!"
"It's getting late. You can't keep us here," Betty countered, rising with her friend.
"Our parents'll start looking for us if we don't get back soon," Betty added, feeling braver.
Karl shrugged.
"It's not that late. You can think of something to tell them. There's gonna be more pictures," he said, touching Kathy lightly on the shoulders and laughing as she shrank from him. "Then I don't think you'll be wanting to talk to anybody about us, will you, Kathy?"
He guided them to yet another section of the old warehouse. "My God!"
More ropes, more pulleys, more exotica! Betty's eyes rounded as she stared at the contraptions, most of them impossible to comprehend. Mr. Wilson and Coach Ungar must have spent many evenings here after school figuring these things out, working on them in anticipation of the women they would be incarcerating. Coach Ungar was there, holding something in one hand. He walked up to Kathy, gripping her by the arms.
"No! Noooffffff!"
It was some kind of gag-a rubber ball with straps attached to the sides. The coach shoved it hard into Kathy's mouth, reaching up and pulling the straps taut around her skull, finally fastening them tightly behind her head. Kathy's eyes grew big as she tried screaming through the latex gag. It was impossible. She struggled against Mr. Wilson's grip, her feet sliding out from under her while her naked ass pushed against the front of his trousers.
Karl grinned, dry-fucking the teen, rubbing his cock up and down against her asscheeks while twisting her ankles around against one another. Kathy squealed, cinching her eyes shut while sinking toward the floor in agony. Her face reddened while her muffled cries grew fainter and fainter.
Betty watched appalled. Looking around, she realized she was temporarily ignored while Kathy was the center of attention. The door. If only she could get to the door. It was locked. But perhaps more banging, more cries would get attention. She had to do something or they would surely be killed by these madmen.
Betty broke away, ran across to the door and began beating her fists wildly against the paneling.
"Help! Oh God, God in heaven, help! Somebody out there, we're being raped in here! Raped! Please, somebody, call the police!"
She screamed out again and again while Dan rushed up behind her.
"Uh!" She felt a sharp blow against the back of her head, one that stunned her and forced her to the floor.
Dan cocked back one foot, then let the tip of his boot smash hard into her belly. Betty doubled over, her hands jerking down to her tummy as she gasped for air. He must have broken several ribs, yet still he wasn't through with her. Protectively she rolled onto her stomach, drawing her legs together. Dan moved around behind her, kicking her in the ass, then the lower spine. When Betty tried crawling away, her hands stretched in front of her as she clawed at the smooth concrete, Dan pushed the toe of his boot into her shitter. " Awwwwwkwkkk!"
Betty's legs flew apart as she felt the leather working into her asshole. She jerked forward, crawling faster, trying to get away from the pain.
Again Dan cocked his leg back, bringing his booted foot hard against her asscheeks. Betty rolled forward, drawing her legs up, her head shuddering, her body shivering, her eyes round with terror.
"She's had enough, Dan. Bring the slut over here," Karl said.
Betty shrank from his hand when the coach offered it to her. Shrugging his wide shoulders, Coach Ungar grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her down to the floor, then dragging the yowling, screaming teen across the floor back to the area where Karl had been busy with Kathy. By this time Betty had had some moments to recover herself. The pain in her scalp had brought her back to reality. Grunting as Coach Ungar let her go, she pushed herself up from the cold floor, looking up only to see her best friend strung up upside down, her legs spread into a wide V while her arms had been bound securely to her sides. Kathy's long brown hair swept over the floor as she struggled in her restraints, trying to free herself.
"What've you done to her?" Betty gasped, covering her mouth with one hand.
"She's not too uncomfortable-yet," Karl replied, checking the ropes.
On each leg were leather straps bolted to two separate pulleys overhead. Karl had stretched her to the tearing point. Betty could tell. The tension was enough to make the tendons stand out against her thigh flesh. What was worse were the many ropes fastened around her upper chest, pressing against her tits and flattening them hard against her ribcage. Kathy was firmly bound, the ball gag making her protests impossible to hear.
"What you don't see are the weights behind," Karl said, indicating with a gesture to some large square plates suspended above the floor.
Betty narrowed her eyes, seeing several ropes and weights attached to the overhead pulleys that kept Kathy suspended from the floor.
"They're timed, actually, forcing the pulleys to pull harder against your friend. It's something like a stretching rack, though this one's vertical."
Mr. Wilson tugged at the ropes, making Kathy scream in pain through her gag.
"Just have to finish this," he said, looping two ropes through the cords binding her arms to her body, then affixing them to two corresponding eyehooks drilled into the floor below. "This'll make the stretching action that much more interesting for your friend to feel. They used something like this in medieval France to get the truth from captured enemy troops. It was effective, from what I've been able to read."
"Ohhhh, Kathy, I'm so sorry!" Betty cried, shaking her head slowly from side to side.
The weights were starting to do their work. Betty could see the pained look on her friend's face as the pulleys strained on the ropes, stretching Kathy as she hung there upside down. Her knees straightened while her legs trembled against the leather holding restraints. How the cords around her chest reddened her flesh there, creasing her body while the line stretching her shoulders toward the floor grew taut with the overhead increased pressure. And every second, every passing second increased the tension more and more. Betty shivered, pressing her fingers against her lips and wondering what they wanted from them.
"And now for you, Betty. You tried escaping, tried getting away to let people know what was happening here. I thought you had learned your lesson. But," Mr. Wilson said with a sigh, "I guess we'll just have to instruct you some more."
"No, no, don't ... not that, not-" Betty eyed her friend, already feeling the restraining ropes and cords against her body. "Get her!"
Dan wrestled her to the floor, slapping her hard across the ass, then riding her across the floor as she tried to crawl away.
"Go for it, Coach, fuck her before we rope her!"
Betty felt the added weight on her body, felt him pushing her across the floor, her knees scraping painfully over the concrete. Dan was riding her the way a cowboy rides his horse-astride, his knees digging into her sides. She heard the hiss of leather being scraped along the fabric of his Levi's. She heard the snap of the no leather being doubled above her.
Betty stopped, catching her breath. The belt came down behind her, the slap of the black leather on her naked assflesh making her tighten her asscheeks. The force of that blow sent her crashing to the floor. There was a second hard smack. She tightened her ass, raising her asscheeks into two tight fists. Goose flesh erupted as her cunt snapped shut and her clit tingled. How it cut into her flesh! The girl groaned, struggling for breath. The sound of his curses throbbed into her head as she moved forward a little more, her tits nearly touching the floor.
Another blow tore into her tight asscheek, the recoil punching into her pussy. Her cunt hairs were wet with pussy-juice and her clit vibrated terribly. A third blow made the teen finally collapse into sobbing.
"Noooooo!"
She fell on her side while Dan staggered to his feet, the doubled belt still in his hands. He brought it down twice against her thighs, leaving long red marks on the flesh while he kept her in check between his two legs. Betty squirmed and jerked between his ankles, clawing at him, clawing at the floor, kicking back, doing anything to try to escape from the trap she found herself in. Nothing worked. Only the rain of blows against her thrashing body continued successfully while behind her she could hear the loud screams of her friend tormented by the stretching machine.
"Uhhhh! No more! No more! I swear, I won't try to get away!"
She threw her head back as the next savage blow smacked across both asscheeks. Her spine was straight while her head drew back at an abrupt angle. It was as if the belt were some terrible knife slicing into her flesh, drawing blood. She couldn't stand this much longer. Betty clawed at his ankles again, pulling at his socks, his trouser legs. Still the belt slammed into her body, drawing up more welts, making the girl scream more loudly than ever.
Dan threw the strap down, picking her up by the shoulders and dragging her to a small water-pipe jutting from the floor. It was to this that he roped her wrists, securing them with a series of figure-eight knots. Shoving a small crate under her thighs, the coach forced her ass in the air, reaching down and feeling around in her cunt with his fingers.
"Nice and hot, real hot ... and still tight," he added with obvious surprise.
Dan unzipped his trousers, pushing them down, then kneeling behind the cringing teen and hooking his fingers around her thighs. Betty felt warm down there, very, very warm and moist. That beating had done the trick once more. Once again, against her will, she had found her cunt aroused to the maximum, the heat stoked up by all those savage blows against her ass. Those cries from her roped friend had helped too. It was all making her so very much aroused. And now Dan was there, jabbing blindly at her cunt with his fuckrod, his fingers bruising her flesh.
Kathy screamed again just at the moment Betty felt the coach penetrating her. Her wet pussy lips cushioned his hard driving upward thrust. She twisted her head, throwing her long hair back and forth while those delicious itchy spasms assailed her once more. It was a riot down there, an explosive mob of sensations tearing through her cunt as he fucked down all the way. Her belly muscles tightened as she bounced back, trying to match the wild fucking movements of her rapist. She shivered her ass, making her ass muscles dance and jump as the movements drove the coach wild.
"Christ! She's good, real good!"
Betty groaned, matching his sounds. She loved behind fucked this way, roped to the floor, her thighs on a crate, fucked doggie-style, fucked as if she were a bitch!
"Man ... this is good, real good ... ahhhhh!"
The savagery of the past few hours had prepared her for this mindless fuck. They were screwing like two animals in the gutter. She wanted them to rape her, beat her, then purge her of the terrible guilt she felt while in their filthy hands. This was a small price to pay for the shame of giving in to them in this awful, horrid place.
"Ohhhhhh!" Dan came quickly, blowing his wad hard into her cunt.
It was a wild cum, one that made her scream and beat her heels against the floor. Her asscheeks jerked and twitched, flattening themselves against Dan's belly. She could feel his hot cum nosing into her, spattering against her cuntal walls as she pulled and jerked and twisted against the rope binding her wrists to the waterpipe. It was good, so good, too good to be true. She let out another cry, sagging in the bonds, feeling her massive climax slowly deadening in her. With another squeeze of her m pussymuscle Betty fell to the floor, stretching her naked legs out behind her and wishing she could sleep.
"Man, she's somethin' else ... really something else. The more we fuck with her, the more I wish we could keep her here forever!"
"I think we'd need a parental permission slip for that, signed by the principal," Mr. Wilson said, both men laughing at his poor joke.
Betty lay there, catching her breath, listening to Kathy crying out through the rubber ball gag. us