Chapter 1
"Gonna fuck you, bitch! Gonna stick this cock up your cunt till you start cryin' for more. And, baby, you're gonna be beggin' me to ram you harder when you get a taste of this ol' prick!"
Annie Watson stared at the big high school janitor in amazement, her eyes wide at the sudden explosion of words. He had surprised her, sneaked up on her while she was alone here in the corridor. Standing by her half-opened locker door, Annie backed away from the filthy man, her eyes searching frantically for someone, anyone, nearby to help her.
"Wh-wh-what did you say?"
Annie felt the skin tighten on her scalp. Chills raced up and down her spine, puckering up her flesh. The young blonde schoolgirl felt her cunt pucker in fear as the tall man took a step toward her.
"You heard me, bitch. Been waitin' for a time like this when you ain't got your yakky girlfriends around," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Annie knew she was in trouble right away. His eyes were sparkling, dark, holding her steadily while he moved toward her. Snapping from her trance, Annie turned and began running down the abandoned corridor, her hands stretched in front of her. Why had she stayed after school? She had decided to hang around the library. Annie had been waiting for Bobby Randall who always seemed to stay after school to study in the library.
What a foolish mistake she had made. The library was three floors above her now. She would never make it up there to safety.
"Help! Someone, help me!"
"Ain't no one around here, so you'd better let good ol' Jack take care of you right now. You be nice to me, and I'll make sure you have a good time," he snarled, racing behind her.
Annie heard his footfalls thudding against the tiled floor. He was just behind her, his hands at times touching her back. She screamed, reaching the first landing and wrapping her fingers tightly around the cold wooden banister. She made it to the second step. But the janitor was quick, his fingers gripping her hair and jerking her head back. Annie screamed, violent pain exploding all through her scalp while her knees buckled under her. She fell to the floor, her legs sprawled to either side of her body. Annie kept on screaming, her arms flailing against the big janitor as he dragged her back from the stairwell to the corridor. She could feel her white blouse tearing down the back. Several of her front buttons had ripped away during the struggle. When she felt his big hands pawing her tits the girl panicked once more, shrieking as loudly as she could while beating her clenched fists against his thighs and legs.
"Shut up, you Goddamned little slut!"
Annie saw his right hand jerk up, his fingers stretched apart from one another. Shrinking back from the big man Annie trembled, trying to bring one hand up to her face for protection. The girl knew just what he was going to do. Then his hand came down like the blade of a sword, the force of the blow snapping her head to the left while her body half-rolled on the floor. Dazed, Annie did her best to struggle back from the stupor that had settled over her brain. When she tried crawling away from him, the janitor slapped her once more, this time with the back of his hand.
"Uhhhhhhh!" she groaned.
His knuckles bruised her chin, the impact of his hand knocking her head hard against the wall behind her. Annie slumped to the floor, feeling the world sinking from her body. She vaguely felt someone dragging her away from the stairs, pulling her a long distance, then scooping her up.
When she finally came to Annie found herself a good distance away from the safety of her locker and classrooms. Harsh, clanging sounds of machinery and the smells of gasoline and diesel oil filled the air. She shook the cobwebs from her mind, opening her eyes and staring all around. He had dragged her down to the janitors' quarters and workroom. She was sprawled on a warm iron grating, below her the sounds of the sump pumps working regularly. Three bright lights illuminated the large basement space. He stood in front of her. Annie pushed the long blonde hair from her eyes, reaching up with one hand and trying to close her blouse over her tits. She screamed when she felt the toe of his boot crash against her knuckles, knocking her arm away. Annie scooted back, her panties shredding on the metal grating.
"Or Big-Cocked Jack here's gonna take care of you real nice," he said, in a growling voice, one hand straying down to his crotch.
Annie shook her head from side to side. She drew her legs together, huddling in a protective ball, begging a silent God to help her. She watched him the way a cornered tiny animal studies the enemy, sobbing quietly. This had to be some wild nightmare, something from which she would awaken with a start.
Jack let her cry for a minute, rubbing his fly, his fingers working around his brass zipper. Annie watched him with fearful eyes, her throat becoming tighter and dryer as she saw his fingers finally work the zipper down and open up his oil-stained trousers. The pants slid down, exposing thick black cock hairs and the long, fat mass of his hard prick. "Oh!" she gasped.
Annie realized then there was no hope for her. That cock sticking straight out from his crotch was going to fuck her! He was going to slip that hunk of meat into her and there would be no one to save her! She had never been with a man ... never! And now her first time was going to be a cruel rape. Her eyes took in the length and width of that prick dangling between his legs. His cock was long, nearly twelve inches, Annie thought, while she studied the double-lobed purple prickhead throbbing at the tip.
"Like lookin' at it? Lots of girls do, baby. Yeah, didn't think you'd be yowlin' once you got a good look at this mother."
"Please, don't ... don't do anything to me with ... with that!" she whispered, her strength failing her. "I've never been with a man."
Jack shrugged, scratching his balls.
"Hard to believe that's true, baby, especially with a nice ass and set of tits like yours. But if it's true, you gotta fuck around sometime. Might as well be with me." He laughed, scratched his prick, then stepped toward her.
Annie crawled away from the approaching fiend. One part of her wanted to touch that prick. She shook her head, trying to drive those awful thoughts from her mind. She was a good girl, someone her mother could be proud of. Annie had been told that only "bad" girls went all the way with men. She had to wait until she was married.
Sobbing harder, the young teen scooted back over the grating, her fingers clawing at the floor until she felt her back against the wall. Cornered! She clenched her fists and pressed her whitened knuckles against the floor. The cold metal made her ass-cheeks clench and unclench as she sat there, dizzy with absolute terror.
Jack pushed his pants to his boot tops, the hot smell of his crotch washing over her like a musky perfume. Beads of perspiration dotted her forehead while her clothing stuck uncomfortably to her. He moved closer, his fat prick waving with each step he took. She saw quickly how muscular his thighs were when he moved up to within several feet of her. Annie felt her tits swell, the nipples taut, straining against her bra. A hot spasm shot through her cunt, making her feel more and more confused about what was happening. As she moved her legs, the girl could feel the slippery sliding of her swollen-open cunt lips against one another.
Jack raised his hand again, threatening her with it, but still not bringing it down against her head. Annie couldn't stand the tension. She screamed, her shout echoing through the large machinery room. Jack muttered something, then brought the hand down hard against the side of her head. Groaning, Annie felt the hot, stinging blow of the open-handed slap against the right side of her face. She collapsed to the floor, one arm draped over her face protectively as Jack bent down and wrapped his fingers around her hair.
Moving back, he pulled her over the grating face-down, ignoring the teen's desperate screams and laughing at the way her legs kicked out from either side of her body. She felt her ankles banging painfully against the iron supports of a catwalk. There was an increase of heat suddenly, and Annie realized he was dragging her up to the boilers.
"You wanna fight, baby? You do and I'm gonna pop you right into one of these mothers. They wouldn't even find your bones once the fires got to you," he said, jerking her head up with one hand and shoving her face against the boiler plate.
Annie cringed, the heat searing her flesh. She could hear the fires roaring within and could only imagine what would happen if Jack were to carry out his threat. She would be cremated.
Annie screamed, kicking back, twisting in his arms, doing anything to get away from this madman.
Jack slid his hands down to her tits, tearing open the white blouse, then pushing his fingers under her halter and tearing it open. She yelped, instinctively raising both arms to her tits. But he knocked them aside, watching and laughing as her tits bounced, her hard little nips glowing and stiff.
He dropped to his knees, still holding her tightly by the wrists. Annie groaned, her head snapping back, her eyelids cinched tight as he began sucking on her right nipple. Never before had any man even seen her nipples, let alone touch them like this. Yet here was the chief janitor, his lips cupped around the stiff nubbin, sucking hard while his teeth chewed down painfully.
Annie screamed and screamed again, her body twisting and jerking in his grip while she endured the awful touch of his mouth against her tits. His teeth seemed to be tearing at her like those of a maddened tiger, the touch sending daggers of fear up and down her spine. Suddenly she began wishing that his mouth would be elsewhere.
"No!" she shouted.
Now he was jerking her blouse up and away, tearing it from her body. Annie shouted once more, pulling back and whimpering as she thought of the pain she would have to endure when he fucked her with that cunt-splitter of a cock.
"Sure, baby, sure. You're gonna go wild with this thing rodding you all the way! Man oh man, it's gonna feel real nice stickin' my cock in there ... yeahhhhhh! Gonna feel good and tight, I bet."
He was holding her with one hand while sliding the other between her legs. Then he was touching her panty-crotch. Annie froze, her body stiff as she felt his fingers working the nylon material up against her pussy. It was so weird, so odd feeling that warm silky touch against her cunt lips. In a moment the material was soaked with her own juices, something the girl was terribly ashamed of.
"Man, you got it comin' outta you that bad, you really need a man's prick in there, honey. And you're gonna get one real soon, real soon," Jack promised.
He pushed her flat on the floor, jerking up her light-blue skirt, then reaching around and pulling down her ripped panties.
Annie felt them sliding over her ankles. She was naked now, stripped like a whore in front of him! She looked at her panties, now dangling from his fingers, his nose buried in the electric-blue material. He was smelling them, sniffing at the crotch panel as if he were some sort of dog!
"Yeah, nice, hot pussy. Mmmmmmmm, best smell in the fuckin' world. You want ol' Jack in you real bad, no matter how much you're fightin' him off, right?"
"No, no, that's not true!" she sobbed.
He threw the panties to one side, sliding his hand down and jamming his palm between her legs. He forced her legs to spread more widely apart, rubbing his hand up until Annie found herself choking with fear and lust.
Without thinking, she shoved her thighs down, imbedding his thick thumb in her hot, velvety pussy. Tucking her. ass back, Annie tried to wriggle away from that offending digit. But Jack liked the idea, keeping his thumb buried in the humid depths of her pussy, worming his finger up higher and higher until he had the girl gagging with terror.
"So you're a virgin, huh? I'm gonna find out for myself, bitch."
"No, no, leave me alone! Don't touch me with anything! No, I don't want it! No! Aghghhhhhhh!"
Ignoring her, he shoved his thick thumb into her, wriggling it up, watching as Annie kicked her legs repeatedly in the air. Her ass scooted around and around. Grunting with satisfaction, Jack pushed in until he could feel something resisting the tip of his thumb. Annie stopped her cries, her body stiffening while her fingers clawed at the big janitor's upper arms. He was touching her cherry, pushing it in, trying to tear it from its anchorage.
Annie yowled like a frightened cat, beating her heels against Jack's head. He didn't care what she did, sliding his finger back and finding now her swollen clit, crushing it under his jagged nail.
Brilliant flashes of light seemed to flash in front of her while the shocking pain nearly knocked her unconscious. Annie beat her fists against the big man while tears rolled down her flushed cheeks. She had never experienced that kind of excruciating agony before in her young life. She screamed, panting heavily between shrieks. Jack pulled his thumb away, only to jam it back into her pussy. Thankful that horrid pain was gone for the moment, Annie nearly forgot about the digit until another new shock of agony racked her body.
Her cherry! He was toying with her cherry, pushing the tiny membranes in, scraping his thumbnail around in her cunt and touching all the slick, wet lumps and hollows just inside her pussy mouth. When Annie tried tucking her ass back, he slapped her hard across the face, stiffening his thumb and finally going all the way in.
Annie felt the tearing of her hymen and screamed the scream of the damned. It was a hot, agonizing pain that seemed to radiate to all parts of her body. Her teeth throbbed while the sensitive spots between her toes seemed to spasm with that gut-wrenching pain. The girl turned her head to one side, pulling up one hand and pushing a finger into her mouth. She was trying to keep from sobbing, knowing the crying only inflamed Jack more. He had raped her, all right; raped her with his thumb! She was ruined now, fucked like this on the floor by this filthy animal. And still he wasn't through with her.
"Damn, Sam, you were right," he said with obvious surprise, wiping his thumb against his pants. "Fuckin' virgin! Glad I took care of the mess with my thumb. Don't like messin' up my prick when I got hot fuckin' in mind, you know?"
"Please, let me go," she sobbed, her teeth chattering with fear.
"You've gone this far, baby. Might as well see the whole fuckin' show."
He threw her on her belly, bringing her hands up behind her and jerking her into a doggie fuck position. Annie was humiliated, feeling her ass being exposed as he ripped her skirt up and over her waist. In a moment the teen felt his breath panting against her ass-cheeks and she cringed, flexing the cheeks together. It was just what the big man wanted. He hooked his fingers around her hipbones, bringing his face up to her ass-cheeks and starting to lick them just like a dog. She felt his tongue slopping up her right ass-cheek, then sliding down her asscrack until he stopped at her shitter. Annie let out a horrified groan, her body shivering as she felt that sloppy, warm wet thing pushing up against her ass-hole lips, then stick up into her bowels. He slapped her hard across the ass when she tried pulling away from him.
Then that foul tongue moved down a bit farther until it was touching her cunt. He was licking around the puffed, rubbery outer edges of her pussylips, making them contract. She felt that errant tongue pushing bravely into her hot wet cunt, his moustache tickling her clit while his fingers kept her buttocks spread widely apart.
"Good pussy, good tastin' cunt," Jack moaned, reaching down with one hand and stroking his meat. "Bet I can get that mother hotter. And I mean, real hot."
Reaching back, Jack fumbled in his Levi pocket, fishing out a small black-handled pocket knife. Peering over her shoulder, Annie watched as he flipped it open. He checked the blade, then brought it down against her ass. She let out a cry, her body jerking forward. He was going to cut her to ribbons! After fucking her with his thumb he was going to slice her up!
He slapped her hard against the back of her head, warning her to be still or he would cut her. Annie trembled but did her best not to move a muscle. In a second she felt the knife pressing up against one ass-cheek, tracing a broad arc before moving around to the other. Annie wanted to sink out of sight, to disappear, to die rather than endure this horror. She could feel the hot, wet sticky line of her cuntal crack exposed. She was totally naked in front of him, a slave to him as he continued drawing the blade up around her pussy.
There! Oh, she had done something awful! She could feel her cunt sucking in air, opening in an uncontrollable spasm as the knife traced the outer line of her pussylips. She bit her lip, her face twisting into a mask of concentration.
How the metal floor hurt her knees! How that knife terrified her! And still there was more to come. She could sense it as she knelt there, helpless, waiting.