Chapter 3
How she had managed to get home without detection was beyond her. Her clothes had been savagely ripped, dirtied by that filthy man. But somehow she had hid the damage, tucking in her blouse and holding her notebooks in front of her while hurrying home. What would her mother say if she had known? It was still early when Annie opened the front door. She heard immediately the familiar sounds of her mother, Jenny, in the kitchen making dinner.
"Annie? Is that you?" her mom called.
"Yes, Mother. I'll be right back down. Just have to put some things upstairs for a second."
She made it to her bedroom by madly rushing upstairs and flinging the door closed behind her. She would change and nothing would be noticed. Then she would have time to think out the horror that had overwhelmed her and what she would do. Her thoughts were interrupted by her telephone.
Her private line, the one her mother had given her for Christmas, was ringing. Feeling tired, Annie didn't particularly want to talk to anyone. Still, the continual ringing might attract the unwanted attention of her mother.
"Yes, hello?" she said.
"Yeah, this is Jack, your lover, remember?"
Annie froze, her fingers tightening around the receiver while a sweat broke out over her body. How dare he call himself her lover!
"How did you get this number?" she demanded.
"It's in the school records. Janitors have got keys to everything. I know you, know your home address, even how you fuck now, remember? Man, just thinkin' about that tight little cunt of yours right now makes me wanna cum right in my pants," he said, his voice thickening.
Annie felt like sinking through the floor. It was as if he were right here in her own home, sneering at her and her widowed mother.
She could still feel his hand hitting her, his fingers twisting her nipples until they nearly bled. She sat on the edge of the bed, feeling weak all over again, the telephone pressed numbly against her ear. Panic and a kind of sick feeling crept over her. She twisted the plastic coiled cord around in her fingers, waiting for him to get to the point.
"I wanna see you tomorrow afternoon, about the same time, down in my office. We're gonna have ourselves some fun ... lots of it. You'll see." He laughed, then hung up.
Annie sat on the edge of her bed for a long time, the receiver still in her hand. She knew she would burn in hell if she saw him again. There would be more rapes, more beatings until he was tired of her. What would she be like then? He was using her as his private whore!
"Annie! Dinner's ready."
She heard her mother's cheery voice from downstairs and wanted to scream. The world was the same as she had left it this morning. But how different life was for her now. She rose and changed quickly, pushing Jack's horrid face from her mind for the time being, the knowledge she had been raped by that animal. Raped? She paused for a moment, brushing her hair. No. If she had been raped she should have been on the floor screaming and yelling her head off in shame and violation. She had not enjoyed what he had done to her, but she had climaxed.
Yes, she would have to come to terms with that later. Right now, she had her mother to fool, her friends and teachers. That, Annie thought, would be a difficult matter, especially if the janitor kept sniffing after her.
The night passed quickly. When she finally went to bed, she tossed and turned, her dreams filled with images of Jack chasing her about, his fat prick sticking straight out while that horrid belt slipped around her throat and threatened to choke the air from her lungs once more.
Morning came, then the afternoon. In class the young teen wriggled uncomfortably in her seat, distant even to her very good friend Kathy Beddingford who kept nagging her as to what was wrong. At three, after school, Annie locked her locker and smoothed her hands over the blue print summer dress she was wearing. The crowds of kids in the corridor were thinning. Feeling something like a criminal, Annie walked down the main hall, then turned right into the smaller corridor that led to the women's gym. A set of metal stairs led down to the janitor's office. A large green door marked "Authorized Personnel Only" faced her. She knew Jack was behind it, waiting for her, readying himself for her. She trembled, her knees knocking, unaware that Kathy was nearby, wearing a blue gym suit and watching her.
Jack opened the door.
"Right on time. That's the way I like it," he said.
Kathy watched Annie with interest.
Standing next to Jack with a grin as large as his was a younger man about twenty-five, blonde, thickly built.
"Who's he?" Annie asked, trembling.
"You don't think I run this place myself, do you? It's fuckin' big. This here's Jed, my assistant. One of 'em, anyways. I told him about you. Thought he'd be interested in seein' you perform."
"No!" Annie backed away.
"You're damned lucky I didn't get the whole crew of six down here to gang-bang you. Then you wouldn't be able to piss or walk for a week. But Jed here's a little better than the others. He'd appreciate a piece of ass like you, 'specially when I got you ridin' his prick like a pony, right, baby? That's just what she-likes doin' a whole lot, Jed, ridin' dick till she cums her brains out."
"I got me a fat cock she could ride all fuckin' night," Jed sighed, rubbing his hand over his crotch.
"I won't. I won't!" Annie countered, backing away, turning and running up the stairs.
"She's freakin' out," Jack said, jumping after her.
Annie nearly reached the top. She would not take her chances and throw herself into this madhouse. She felt his fingers grab onto her dress. He pulled at the thin material, dragging her back.
Annie grabbed frantically at the metal handrail. Her fingers slipped, then finally flew free of the support. She caught a brief glimpse of the janitor as she fell back, her legs crumpling under her. Her back struck the metal stairs again and again while her arms and legs banged against the handrail supports painfully. There was loud laughter behind her as she tumbled down the stairs, arms and legs flailing, her mind whirling. She finally came to rest at the bottom. With a groan Annie passed out, her dress pushed above her waist and exposing just what the two men were interested in.
She realized she was naked as she came to.
How long she had been unconscious the teen had no idea. She realized her head was hanging back, her long blonde hair sweeping over her naked ass, but she kept her eyes closed. There was a pulling, tearing sensation around her arms and wrists. It was then the girl realized she was hanging from something, as if she were a piece of meat in a butcher shop.
For a moment the teen hesitated to open her eyes. If they thought she was still unconscious they would probably leave her alone. But then the killing pressure against her wrists was making her curious as to what was happening.
Blinking her eyes open just a bit, Annie peered through her long lashes. She could see
Jack sitting on a nearby bench drinking beer, talking quietly to his partner Jed who stole glances at her every now and then.
A tear blurred her vision and her heart began beating hard. First she had had only one tormentor. Now there was a second, brought in for the show by Jack. How horrid this was!
She felt something metallic cutting into her wrists. Annie tried adjusting her young naked body, but felt the metal hurt her more. If only she could take the weight from her arms just for a second she would feel okay. Her shoulder sockets were throbbing now, making her want to cry out. Her toes barely scraped over the floor. Tightening her fingers around the chains just above the metal cuffs, the teen tried taking off some of the weight from her shoulders. Impossible. The chains were unrelenting. The links continued to hold her in place, the cuffs still chafing her wrists while the pulling made her muscles ache.
"Hey, she's awake, I think," Jed said suddenly.
Annie's heart sank. They would be all over her now, doing terrible things to her while all she could do was hang there.
"Yeah, she's awake. Time to teach her a lesson. That little trip she had down the steps should knock some sense into you. But just in case it didn't, I've got some other ways to teach you," Jack snarled.
Annie sucked in a sharp breath, feeling something almost like a tingle of excitement rush through her body. What on earth was wrong with her? She should have been yowling for her very life. Certainly any normal girl would have. But instead she hung there, mute, looking from man to man, wondering what they were going to do to her.
"Beat her ass. That's what my ol' man used to do to my sis whenever she gave him lip. Think he really dug it too-strippin' her in front of us and beating her ass till she was cryin' and yellin' and carryin' on. Yeah, nothin' like seein' an ass laid into with leather," Jed said, his lips growing dry with excitement.
"You know, the boy's got a point," Jack said to Annie. "Jed, you sound like you got some experience. You teach the little slut how to mind with that belt of yours," he said, nodding at the wide black leather belt holding up his buddy's trousers.
"My pleasure, man, my pleasure," Jed said with a slight Southern accent.
"No, no!" Annie screamed.
No one had touched her before Jack-certainly not like that. She watched as Jed unbuckled the belt and pulled it slowly from the loops in his green work trousers. He doubled it before snapping the halved belt in front of her face.
Annie screamed, jerking her head back, feeling her flesh grow hot and sweaty in dreadful anticipation. They were going to beat her senseless. She could see that. She could see it in their eyes. The girl heard her blood roaring in her ears. She curled her fingers, the nails creasing her sweaty palms. Looking around, Annie saw the all-too-familiar boiler room around her, everything appearing far more menacing than before as she hung from the overhead pipes. The faraway hissing of steam added to the feeling she was in hell, trapped in Hades with these two devils who would torture her to death!
"Man, nice ass. Real nice butt," Jed hissed approvingly, passing both hands over her ass-cheeks and grinning when he heard Annie moan in shame.
She closed her eyes in defeat, feeling a terror-quickened pulse leap at her throat. He was kneading her ass, feeling the flesh, then moved around to the front once again. Opening her eyes Annie saw his knuckles whiten as his fingers tightened around the buckled end. He was getting ready to hit her. He was getting ready to lay that leather into her! She crossed her legs protectively, trying to hide her pussy from his belt. She jiggled in her chains, her tits rolling gently against one another while the tips stiffened and grew a darker red. There was a hissing sound. And then the stinging, hot smack of the belt against her left thigh made the girl scream and snap her head back.
"Eaghghhghghghh!"
It was as if someone had pressed a poker against her flesh. Annie kicked her legs out frog-style. Her muscles knotted from the painful blow. She let out another cry, her head rolling forward while her eyes scanned for any damage. Swelling up from her white flesh was a large ugly purple welt.
"No, oh please, no, don't do this to me! Oh God in heaven don't!"
Jed only laughed, cocking his arm back and bringing the belt down once again, this time across her belly. Annie's eyes bulged from their sockets, her lower jaw slackening, but a rush of air came out instead of a scream. The young janitor followed quickly with a third blow, wrapping the belt around her right thigh. The beveled tip bit into an area just inches from her cunt. Annie shouted, throwing her head back again as a shower of sparks blasted into her cunt. Her muscles spasmed while her ass-cheeks clenched together.
"She's gettin' warm to it, Jed. The more you throw at this one, the more she wants, I think. You could go all night with her and she'd still have enough energy for more." Jack laughed.
"She's gonna need it when we get through with her," Jed snarled.
Jed moved behind her now, snapping the belt down her asscrack. Bright explosions seemed to burst in front of her eyes as she felt her ass-hole beat out of shape by the belt. The girl screamed, feeling something very warm trickling down the insides of her thighs. Reddening, Annie realized she was pissing on herself.
Both men laughed, Jed beating her savagely across the ass. She tried to stop but couldn't. He brought the belt down with a particularly savage blow, the pain making her gag. A flash of hatred made her nostrils flare. The urine stopped for a moment. Annie felt as if she had just been dragged through a field of shit. She hung from the straps, defeated, her eyes welling up with tears, her arms feeling as if they were about to be pulled from their sockets.
"Take some shots of this," Jed suggested. "Got a Polaroid in the desk over there, boss. School says we gotta keep one to take pictures of any damage for insurance purposes. Well, we got some real damage here, right?"
"No, no, no!"
The camera was brought out, two shots were taken, both of them showing Annie hanging, large red marks on her body. Jack liked the way Annie was shivering in her chains, tugging at them every time Jed brought the belt down against her body and every blow drew another shriek from the hanging teen.
"Christ Almighty!" Jack laughed. "She sure bellows when she gets a touch of leather!"
Jed agreed with his boss, moving around to the right and bringing the belt down hard against her right tit. The slicing pain made Annie draw her legs up sharply. Her tits jiggled as the leather crashed into her right nipple. The young blonde teen let out another howl, fearing the janitor had ripped the nub from her tit.
"Hey, man, my fuckin' arm's gettin' tired. I don't wanna whip this bitch till she's nothin' but a piece of shredded meat. Besides," Jed added, throwing the belt down, "somebody's gonna notice what we did if we keep this up."
"Gimme those," Jack snarled, nodding in the direction of his tool chest.
Annie watched, winching as the rusty cuffs cut into her flesh a little more. She could feel her muscles stretching painfully, knotting up at times, then pulling apart while the tearing pain in her sockets grew worse and worse. She sniffed, looking down at her tits and her belly, trembling as she took in the long red marks streaking her flesh. She could still feel the sting of the belt, the dry smack of the leather against her skin while the men laughed at her.
Jed pulled out two adjustable wrenches. He handed them to Jack who held them up to her face. Annie turned her head away when one of the tools was pressed against her left cheek. She didn't know what he was going to do with those. She didn't want to know. She heard Jack turning the small knob just below the jagged teeth. She felt the cold steel against one nipple. Jerking her head around, she peered down, her eyes rounding in horror as she watched the janitor slip the head of one adjustable wrench over her nipple. He was spinning the small spool, tightening the grip around her tit tip until she began feeling the jagged metal biting into her sensitive nub.
Annie strained to be silent. She bit down on her lower lip, hoping Jack would stop tightening the wrench. But he kept turning that spool, again and again, until the steel was practically crushing her nipple. Annie could take it no longer. Jerking back her head, she let out a horrid yowl, her scream echoing off the walls while her legs kicked. She wished she could kill him, crush him with her feet, knock the wind from him and crush his skull. But Jack kept well clear of her feet, twisting the knob.
"Eaghghghhghhhfffffff!"
The janitor let the wrench go, the weight of the tool distending the nipple and tit and dragging it toward the floor. Now the other wrench was opened, fitted around her other nipple, then tightened. Annie didn't try not to scream. There was no reason to be a martyr. No one would care. The girl jerked her legs out and yowled like mad, tears streaming from her eyes and rushing down her flushed face.
Jack kept tightening the wrench until Annie thought she would faint.
Jack let the wrenches dangle, pulling down her tits. He reached forward and hit them, laughing as they swung out, then banged together like two balls. Each time they moved, they tore into her nipples a little more, making the blonde teen gasp and shriek in agony.
"Nooo, oh God in heaven, let me die!" she begged, snapping her head from side to side. "No, I can't take this ... no, please ... ohhhhhhhhh!"
Shock was beginning to settle in. A kind of blessed numbness anesthetized her tits. Annie let her head loll forward. Everything around her was starting to become a blur. She looked dimly af Jack and Jed, then felt herself slipping away.
She did not lose consciousness this time, though. She felt almost as if she were going through an out-of-the-body experience, as if she were watching the torture of a girl who only looked like her. She watched as Jack snapped two more pictures. Then Jack started to lower her to the floor.
The sudden release of the pressure on her arms did what the pain could not. She fainted.