Chapter 8
Betty watched with horror. They were doing the same thing to Kathy they had done with her earlier. Karl had the knife, that horrid knife he had tormented her with earlier in the game. Kathy was stretched to the tearing point now. Her flesh was tight against her bones while her head seemed to snap back and forth at regular, frightening intervals. There were no more screams any longer. All the girl did now was let out a steady, bone-chilling moan like some sort of awful machine.
They had roped Betty after her rape, her wrists tied behind her back while Coach Ungar had produced two lined cuffs and fastened them around her ankles. She stood there now in front of Kathy, peering down at her bound friend, wishing to God there were something she could do. Karl knelt down, holding the blade in front of Kathy. The brunette had her eyes shut all the while, working her lips against the gag while spittle frothed around the corners of her mouth. At the touch of something cold and hard against her cheek she blinked her eyelids open, finding herself staring at that thing. Betty could see the terror in her eyes.
"Maybe I'll carve my initials on her ass ... no, my full name with my degree," Karl said, pushing the point against Kathy's nose.
Betty trembled, looking away. She couldn't allow herself to watch this terrible horror. But Dan slapped her across the face, putting both hands on either side of her skull and making her stare straight ahead.
"Maybe we can hear her squeal ... like an animal being skinned alive," Dan said, chuckling while running his tongue up and down Betty's neck.
She watched as Karl took the knife and moved it down to the girl's throat, the blade lightly shaving skin from just below the hollow of her throat. He was going up toward her right tit. Betty could see the pressure of the knife against her friend's face. Kathy was shivering against the ropes, moaning while looking pleadingly up at her friend.
"Mfmfmfmffffff!" Kathy was going wild under the touch of the blade. She was screaming through the latex ball gag as the edge of the knife cut lightly, making a narrow scratch without drawing blood yet.
The girl threw her head back, screaming more loudly while Karl laughed and bore down. He made a tiny slit in her smooth, rounded tit. The girl shrieked, her body vibrating like a tightly drawn string. The weights behind her continued to sink toward the floor, adding more pressure against her knees and shoulders, stretching her body ever more tightly while Mr. Wilson continued to torment her with that knife."
"Yaghghhghfhfhfhfffff!"
Kathy jerked her ass from side to side, her chest swelling up against the ropes tightly bound across her ribs. Betty could see her red nipples growing stiff while the dark pink gash of her pussy became moist under her cuntal bush. The girl shouted again, her eyes closing. The knife traced a wavy line to her nipple. Karl took his time, enjoying her terror, the feel of her body twisting under him.
"Uhhhfhhfhfhhfffff!"
Kathy felt the hardness and sharpness of that blade as it bore down on her.
"I think that cunt's enjoying it," Dan said, watching the girl's gyrations with interest.
"They're two alike," Karl commented, looking back at Betty for a moment. "That's why they're friends. We've got a couple of women around here who dig this. Man, that's what I've been looking for ever since I've come to this place."
The tip of the blade was pointed at her nipple. Kathy cried out, her wrists working against the ropes as she felt the pleasure/pain sensations racing through her. The blade was at her nipple, circling the thrusting nub, making the peak blush darkly.
The girl screamed, her face blanching then reddening with excitement. Betty watched. Kathy seemed to be having a climax. Betty saw more juice ooze from her cunt slot, trickling through her cuntal thicket. The way Kathy's face was contorted, the way her eyes rolled, the way her cheeks were drawn in-it was all too obvious.
Karl paused for a second, taking in a breath. He was enjoying it all, watching her. Then, drawing the knife up he pressed the flat of the blade directly against her pussy, rocking the point up against her clit. It was the same move he had made against Betty, and he received the same results. Kathy shrieked at the touch, her body shivering more wildly against the pulling ropes.
Betty drew her knees together, working her plump asscheeks up and down, and feeling a climax soft as a baby's kiss erupt in her cunt. She bit down hard on the cloth gagging her, glad neither of the men saw the way she was cum-ming behind their backs. And in front of her Kathy was wailing, jerking on the ropes, climaxing again and again while the knife continued pressing against her pussy.
"Now, enough for her. She'll suffer a little more on the ropes. They've still got some distance to go. You know," Karl said, scratching his chin. "I'm really surprised at how far her body can stretch. We gotta let it go all the way ... or see if it can."
No! That would kill Kathy! They had to be joking! No one in their right mind would let something like that happen and take a chance on ... on killing her!
Betty looked back at her friend. Kathy appeared to have fainted. She was no longer twisting on the ropes. She was still, her body quiet, her eyes closed. Karl led Betty away, pulling her from her friend while Dan held her other arm. She walked with difficulty, the shackles on her ankles making long steps impossible while their weight made it hard for her to walk at all.
"Over here."
"This is something you should enjoy ... something that shows you just what you are, just what you want to be," Mr. Wilson said with a sneer.
Dan unbuckled the shackles around her wrists, throwing the bonds to one side for the moment. Looking around her, Betty could see she was standing in front of a large old-fashioned bath-tub. Karl was taking the gag from her, stuffing the filthy rag in his pocket. Next came the ropes from her wrists.
"I want you to be free for this. I want to see every move you make. Get in."
"No!"
Whatever it was it would be horrid. She was certain of that. She backed away. Karl sighed with disgust, grabbing her left wrist and whirling her around. He held her by the jaw, pinching her chin between his right thumb and forefinger so hard Betty thought he would break her bones.
"I'm getting tired of this 'no' shit! You rut like some Goddamned whore, and then you say 'no' when I want you to do something!"
He shoved her back into Dan's arms, looking at her with disgust.
"Get the bitch on the floor. Let's see her meet her new lover."
"What are you talking about?" Betty gasped, struggling as Dan pushed her down. He was holding her by the wrists, pinning them to the concrete as he moved behind her. Mr. Wilson was walking up to her as if he had something very precious in his hand. Betty crawled back, feeling her flesh cringe as he knelt in front of her.
"It's an old building," he began, fondling a handkerchief and periodically looking down into it. "You'd be surprised what you find in here."
There was something in the rag, jerking around, pushing against the dirty white material. Betty screamed, pounding her legs against the floor, snapping her head from left to right while desperately trying to free herself from Dan's grip. Mr. Wilson held the rag over her belly, then turned it over and let something fall onto her belly. Betty shrieked, her belly muscles tensing and convulsing. A spider! A black, furry spider on her flesh! Dan laughed behind her, holding her more firmly as she tried to squirm away from the filthy thing!
"Your new lover! Don't roll over, you'll crush him," the coach laughed.
"No, no!"
She felt the fragile, dry pressure tickle across her belly. It scurried first in one direction, then the other, confused as her belly jerked and jiggled. Betty looked down with revulsion, flattening her ass against the floor.
Karl was squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, watching as the tiny, disgusting insect made its way across her tummy, passed her navel, hesitated, then walked carefully, closing in on her cunt. She watched the hairy little thing thump its way toward her pussy. She became more and more horrified as the spider toured her body. It moved down past her jutting hipbones, its touch making Betty whimper with disgust. Crawling, following the sweat rivulets on her thighs, it advanced toward her fuckslot. The black hairy spider slowly walked over her cuntal hair and paused at her cuntal opening.
Dan reached down with one free hand and knocked her knees apart.
"No, noooo!" She threw her head back, beating her skull against the floor.
This had to be the ultimate humiliation! Both men were laughing at her, holding her down while that vile thing was touching her in her most private of places! The spider was crawling along her juice-dampened muscles down there, pausing again, heading up now for her clit. Oh, how that light touch, in spite of her disgust, was making her tiny fuck-button throb maddeningly!
"Eeeeeee!"
Her cry echoed through the large room as the horrid thing thumped against her clit, touching it several times in curiosity. Betty squealed again, jerking her ass back and flicking the spider from her thigh. It scurried down her body, escaping across the floor into the dirty corners of the building. Betty cried and twisted, kicking out at the men holding her prisoner.
"Not a bad show. But you're still not through."
Dan backed away while Karl stood up, jerking the girl to her feet by the shoulders and slamming her against the door.
Betty groaned, her nose flattening against the wood while her hipbones rubbed up against the metal frame. She felt hands caressing her ass-cheeks, raising them, finally lifting her body slightly until she felt the smooth, sooty round doorknob pressing up against her cunt.
With another sharp move Karl forced her pussy up onto the thing. She was riding it, actually being fucked by the doorknob! It was an awkward fuck, but one no worse than the others she had had to endure. And what was more interesting was the way her pussy responded to that thing-tightening once more around the smooth object, milking it as if it were Karl's cock.
As she exploded, her cunt muscles worked in short, jagged movements. Dan knocked his friend away, pulling out his prick and spearing her right up the ass. There was no ceremony, no warning. Betty shouted, her head snapping back. But there could be no escape from the fat cock fucking her now. She stiffened her spine as much as she could, standing on tip-toe while letting the big coach slip his prick into her shitter. She felt his groin flattening her asscheeks, felt his fingers crawling all over her while he shoved her again and again onto the brass doorknob.
He grunted like a boar, rutting her fast, coating her shitter with his cum-slime as he exploded deep in her bowels. How strange! There was hardly any pain this time, hardly any discomfort in this awkward rape. It had been the intense cumming of her pussy, the double climax instigated by that horrible little insect strumming across her clit!
"Mindless bitch! Man, she's nothing more than some fuckin' mindless slut," Dan said, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand while dismounting from the grunting teen.
"She sure doesn't deserve much respect. She'd fuck a pound of dogs if we let her. Let's get the cunt back to the tub. I think she's more than ready for it now."
Betty sobbed. Then they were pulling her back to this old bathtub, pushing her forward, knocking her knees painfully against it.
"What-"
Karl took her by the nape of the neck and shoved her forward, pressing her belly against the cold porcelain. Betty fought back, her fingers tightening around the rim of the tub. She could see the rusty rings around the drain and smelled something foul. Betty had no idea of what Karl and Dan had in store for her, but she was sure it was vile. He was slipping one leg in front of her ankles while still pushing her down and forward into the tub.
Betty tried stiffening her back, tried anything to keep from pitching over. It was useless. Letting out a grunt of defeat, Betty relaxed, feeling herself pitching headlong into the filthy tub.
"Oh!"
The girl banged her head as she tumbled in head-first, her legs spreading apart and striking the fixtures rusting in front. She quickly straightened herself, her ass tensing against the cold damp surface. Karl was grinning down at her, his eyes gleaming with that horrid stare that told Betty the worst was yet to come.
"You ever see a little slut like that in our school, Dan?" Karl asked, unfastening his trousers and wriggling them down over his knees. Betty noted that his cock was soft.
"Sure haven't. She's one for the books. And she's been in your class. I'm surprised she was a virgin. If half the guys knew how hot she was, she'd be on her back all day," the coach replied.
"Piece of filth-a real pig, and she deserves to be treated like one-just like her friend hanging upside down over there," Mr. Wilson said, jerking his head in the direction of the stretched, tortured Kathy. "I'll deal with her a little later. Right now, we've got more planned for you."
Betty felt her mind slipping from reality. They had dragged her through more filth than she had thought possible. They had forced her to endure that horrid spider, then fuck the doorknob while getting screwed in the ass. And now she lay crouched in the bathtub, watching as Dan and Karl worked their trousers down and wriggled their cocks in her face.
She shrank back. They were moving toward her, holding their cocks. Did they want her to suck their pricks? Were they going to fuck her at the same time? One part of Betty flinched at the thought while the other clearly became excited at the various prospects.
"Oh!"
She shook her head, staring at Mr. Wilson's cock. No. It was still soft. But-oh God, piss! He had pissed on her, sending a short stream splashing against the left side of her neck.
Betty jerked one hand up to her throat, wiping the filthy stuff from her flesh, then rubbing her fingers over the surface of the tub.
"Better get used to it. I've got a full bladder," Mr. Wilson said, shaking his long, thick hose in front of her. "And Dan's about the same. We haven't had a good piss since we dragged you two in here. Little filthy thieves, ransacking the coach's office, trying to get what's ours. You aren't even going to think about doing something like that after today."
"No, no!"
Betty's eyes widened, her knees drawing together while she clawed at the opposite end of the tub. Half-turning, she drew one hip up protectively, turning her face from the two men aiming their cocks at her. She felt the bile rising again in her throat, gagging her, hurting her upper chest and making her mouth feel soured.
Betty sucked in a breath, holding it until her eyes swam while her flesh quivered in disgust. There was that hot, greasy, wet feeling against her throat once more.
Mr. Wilson was pissing on her, only this time the stream didn't stop. The hot, yellowish stream spattered over her neck and chin, drawing a scream of disgust from the blonde teen. When Betty tried scrambling up from the tub, however, Dan pulled her back by the hair, sending her sprawling on the surface of the tub. Sliding down a little, Betty found herself receiving the piss on her right cheek. She screamed, wiping the vile liquid with the back of one hand while jerking herself back up into her original sitting position.
She coughed, feeling as if she would vomit if he kept this up. Gripping the opposite end of the tub, Betty pressed her burning cheeks against the porcelain, praying God they would run out of piss.
But the stream seemed to last forever-and Dan hadn't even begun to piss on her! Oh, how awful it was lying there, her flesh being slicked down by that foul-smelling piss. She heard it trickling down the drain between her ankles now, some of it gathering in a pool under her ass. She shook her hips, trying to knock the hot droplets that stained her flesh. Karl laughed at her, directing the spray into her cunt, then up to her nipples.
Betty bit her Up in disgust, feeling frustration and rage surge through nearly as strongly as the perverted lust boiling in her cunt. When she felt the piss spray back onto her chin, the girl clamped one hand over her mouth, muffling the gagging that surged from her belly to her throat.
"What's the matter, Betty? You have a problem handling something this simple? You can't even stay still for a guy to piss on you?"
"It's ... it's vile," she said, her voice thick with revulsion.
"Nothing compared to what's going to happen next," Karl said, tilting his head back and resuming his piss-spraying of the body.