Chapter 4
Annie huddled in a ball. She had no idea where she was. Annie was grateful for the fact that the wrenches had been taken from her nipples. Annie looked around and guessed that she had been tossed into some nether region below the boiler room, which had been the scene of so many of Jack's fun and games lately.
They would have to let her go eventually. Surely they must realize her mother would soon have the police scouting the neighborhood for her. But, in the time between now and her eventual release, Annie knew they could visit a countless number of horrors on her.
Annie shivered, drawing her knees up against her chin, sliding her hands around her ankles. It was terribly cold and damp. She wanted her clothes back. Even a blanket was better than nothing. But it would have been useless to beg, even if the men were here. She knew the janitors wanted to keep her as uncomfortable as possible before they resumed their games with her.
The teen grew impatient and curious, wondering where they had pitched her. Stretching out her hand she discovered the walls were slippery. She cocked her head to one side, barely able to hear the steady hum of the machinery that had nearly deafened her upstairs. But there were other sounds, sounds that made her shiver--the claw-like skitter and pause of small animals. Annie drew back into her corner, wishing she could crawl into a hole and die. Rats! They had dumped her into this pit with those horrid things.
Something crawled over her quickly, the claws scraping over her thighs and the furred body brushing up against her belly.
"Aghhhhhh!"
She kept on screaming, moving her hands over her body in rapid motions to brush that filthy beast from her. Snapping away from the corners, she pitched forward, bending over, stretching her hands in front of her in the blackness and moving them slowly from side to side. Her bare feet ached from the cold of the floor. But she wouldn't go back to that awful corner and wait for the rats to devour her. She would find the door, beat her fists on it until the mad janitors grew tired of hearing her screams. Then they would let her out and let her go. She walked forward.
The floor dropped suddenly from her feet, sending the teen crashing down and rolling in a ball to the bottom. Scrambling to her feet and brushing her hair back Annie stepped back, reaching down and touching her fingertips to the floor. It was greasy, oily, a sickening kind of slick feeling against her toes. All sorts of disgusting thoughts ran through her mind and Annie thought she was going to be sick. She moved forward, reaching out for the slope down which she had tumbled. It couldn't have been too far. She leaned forward a little more, feeling the top of the floor, pulling her feet from the goo and jumping up, rolling onto one side while swinging her weight around.
There! She had done it. A small triumph. But anything was welcomed in this horrific situation. She realized more than ever now that she would have to be careful before walking about. Obviously this room had more than one level and was fraught with unpleasant surprises.
Suddenly, a shrill scream of agony cut through the clammy air of the cellar. Annie jerked to a sitting position. The heavy door squeaked open. She saw two black shapes against the dull light of the hall behind-Jed and Jack. But more importantly there was a third form slumped between them, a girl. They tossed the girl in.
"You got a playmate. We got through fuckin' her brains out upstairs. Maybe you can bring her to her senses, baby. She's nuts now. Fucked her crazy, I guess," Jack sneered, slamming the door shut.
Annie forgot her feeling of triumph and crawled through the blackness to the sobbing girl. Who else had these maniacs dragged through the dirt, then dumped in here? She followed the sounds of the moans and sobs.
"Annie, is that you?" the new girl asked.
Annie froze at the mention of her name. Her blood chilled as she recognized the voice.
"Kathy?"
Stretching out one hand, Annie felt her friend's face and drew back, horrified that her friend should be in this awful place.
"It is you. Oh my God, I'm so ashamed! Oh, are you hurt?"
"They ... raped me," the brunette Kathy sobbed haltingly, burying her face in her hands.
"Kathy, I..."
"I saw you when I was coming out of the gym. I wanted to call out to you," Kathy began, "but then you were gone. I started going home, then turned around and figured you might need some help. The door was still open. I thought I heard you screaming."
"Oh God, I was. They ... they were doing things to me. They hung me up and beat me and ... and did other things," Annie said.
"They told me," Kathy said solemnly, "after they fucked me." Kathy groaned, leaning against her friend. "They also told me you enjoyed it. That you came to them on your own."
"That's not true!" Annie shot back, feeling her face redden with the lie. She was glad it was pitch black in there and her friend couldn't see her.
"I didn't think so. Oh God, Annie, these men ... they've been doing this all along? You and I can't be the first. What are they doing here? They should be in prison or something."
Annie frowned, wanting to learn more from Kathy just what the men had said about her. But the door opened again, Jed standing in the middle of the doorway. She shielded her eyes from the glare of the electric lights. The bright shaft of yellow hurt her eyes after the time in the dark.
Kathy shrank back, gasping as Jed started into the room, one hand stretched toward the girls. Annie squeezed her friend's hand reassuringly, feeling her heart skip a beat. Then she pulled away, the big janitor looming over her. Passively, Annie let him lift her by the arms and drag her from the small room. Behind her, Annie could hear Kathy sob out her name. But there was little she could do.
Keeping her head down, Annie moved along with Jed, past where she guessed the machinery room was, to another, smaller room. Annie let out a gasp as he shoved her through the doorway. She stumbled forward, raising her hands to keep herself from falling. The aches in her muscles from sitting on the floor made her walk in a halting manner. She tripped and fell sprawling on her hands and knees on the cement floor just inside the raised sill. His big hands grabbed her shoulders again and set her upright, then shoved her forward a little more. Looking around, panic-stricken, Annie saw she was in something like a shower room. All the old shower heads had been removed, just the nubs remaining. Old rust marks stained the edges of the tiled floor near the water gutter at one end. They must be under the boys' gym, she realized, remembering stories about locker rooms and washing areas that were used when the school's enrollment was nearly twice what it was now.
This had to be one of the abandoned shower rooms, Annie thought as she backed up, trying to hide her pussy from Jed's lewd eyes. In a moment he was joined by Jack who was just finishing a beer.
"We caught your little friend spying on us and let her have a taste of dick, baby. She sure gobbled it up too," Jack commented, tossing the empty can away. "Not like you did, of course. You still hold the record, so don't worry about it. Nobody can fuck like you and take it the way you do, bitch."
"Stop it! That's not true! Stop it! I'm not that kind of girl!" she retorted.
Both men threw back their heads and laughed. Annie glared at them, summoning enough energy to spit in their direction.
"I'll show you what kind of woman you are, baby. You'd fuck anything if it seemed fun enough," Jack said.
Annie looked at the two men. Her hair flew about as she desperately turned her head, looking for some path of escape. Meanwhile Jack and Jed took off their black engineering boots and set them outside the raised door sill.
Then Jack attached something to a spigot at the far end of the room, unraveling a hose. Annie's eyes widened when he grabbed the nozzled end in one hand and aimed it at her. She started to say something, opening her mouth when a blast of hot water smashed into her ribs. The girl stumbled back, her hands flying down protectively while her feet slid on the wet floor.
"Nooo, stop!"
Her hair became wet quickly. She stumbled and slipped on the slick tiles. The next blast of water caught her completely by surprise, hitting her on the ankles and upending her completely. The girl screamed, falling heavily on the floor on her right side.
The fall injured her shoulder and knee. Annie screamed for help, crawling like a lizard away from the two laughing men. They were going to drown her with that thing-drown her or kill her by knocking her this way and that with the force of the stream. More water shot into her mouth and nostrils even as she tried crawling away. She had to get back on her feet and fight back. She struggled to her feet, but Jack directed his stream at her crotch. The water hit her like a hammer, opening her cunt lips and setting her clit on fire. The sudden touch of the rushing water against her pussy took the breath away.
"Man, look at her, ruttin' like some Goddamned pig slut," Jack sneered.
"That's just what she is, man. She'd fuck anything, even water," Jed laughed.
Annie doubled up, her mouth opening wide as the blast of water paralyzed her. She wanted to shout to them they were nothing but liars. Wanted to, but couldn't.
She had to get away from it. Pushing aside strands of wet blonde hair from her throat, Annie rolled onto her belly, crawling along the floor, toward the gutter. Jack directed the stream of water now up her legs, letting the spray blast into her pussy and ass-hole at the same time.
She screamed, closing her knees together while rolling onto one side. Another blast up between her legs had the girl hunching back at the water involuntarily.
She gasped, her slick body moving along the smooth tiles. She didn't dare turn to face the water. The force of it would drown her, if the janitors chose to do that. She put little past those two. She tried to turn sideways and keep her back to the doorway. She felt her flesh reddening.
Jed took a second hose, connected it, turned it on and stepped around, directing the flow of water against every part of Annie's body. The girl tried to keep her face and tits away from the blasting water. But there was no way she could do it. Whenever she moved in one direction, either Jack or Jed caught her, blasting the water up into her tits, against her pussy, into her belly, at her face. She choked and coughed, spitting to rid her mouth of the water threatening to gag her. Thick clouds of steam rolled to the ceiling, at times obscuring the two men stepping around her. Annie crawled about the floor on her hands and knees, desperately searching for a safe way out.
"Stop it! God, I'll do anything, just stop this awful mess!" Annie wailed, trying to raise her voice above the sound of the rushing water.
Did they hear her? Did they care? Water was blasting her tits now, raising them above her chest, pushing the stiffened nips up to her chin. Annie screamed, covering her tits with both hands and scooting back until she felt her spine pushing against the tiled wall behind. Water gurgled and swirled down a small metal drain to her right as the double spray played up and down her body. The girl panted.
Oh, those awful, awful men. She covered her face, the shame making her feel like such a slut! The heavy rush of water on her clit and cunthole made the teen's hips rise and fall, as if she were fucking a lover! She heard the men say as much as they kept playing the water over her pussy. They knew what she was doing. They could see her movements and encouraged them with the playing water.
Annie tried to stop the growth of her cuntal heat by holding her hands over the wet triangle of her cuntal hair. But then Annie felt her fingers playing with her pussy, straying into her hot hole, stroking her clit while her thumb moved back to her ass-hole.
"Man, look, she's fuckin' playin' with herself! Christ, this broad doesn't quit," Jed said.
"Just watch what happens now!"
She closed her eyes and surrendered there, completely exposed to the water. No longer did Annie try squirming away from the water. She hoped the men would stop. If they kept on, she knew she wouldn't be able to resist anything they did to her.
"Uhhhh ... huhhhhhhh!" she moaned.
Annie twisted her hips around, almost as if seeking more friction from the water streams.
It was so different from the brutal rape she had been forced to endure from the janitors. Her skin squeaked over the floor as she moved her hands down to her pussy, involuntarily working her fingers in and out of her hot, musky hole. Against her will Annie kept thinking of hot, long cock.
Yes, it would be just like it when Jack fucked her with that killer, sticking his meat into her. The thought was horrid, but there was nothing Annie could do to fight it.
Annie gritted her teeth, working her hips around in frantic little circles, trying to push herself over the edge. Jed purposely moved his stream away from her cuntal zone, striking her tits and jerking them up against her chin.
Annie screamed in frustration. She felt the water toying with her nipples for a while, forcing the rubbery tips up toward her face. The underswell of her tits throbbed lewdly under that flow.
Then the blast was moved back to her cunt again, the water searing into her. The girl groaned, her body jerking as she tensed herself for climax. The flow of water had aroused every part of her body. The young girl had never felt such extreme sensations prior to this. Annie didn't understand what fires raged in her. All she wanted was to feel that stream on her clit once more. The whole top of her cunt was hard, tied in knots of lewd hunger, waiting for the last push over the edge. She rolled and circled her hips shamelessly, looking for that last tiny bit of hot sensuality to bring her off.
Annie's unwanted climax erupted with a vengeance, setting off inside her like a bomb. Annie plowed her fingers into her pussy, scratching her cuntal walls while kicking her legs high in the air. She was convinced her body was blowing to pieces as she squirmed and kicked and screamed and scratched her way across the floor like a wild woman. Writhing on the floor, she agonized from the onslaught against her nerve endings while her consciousness faded in and out. Rolling over, she felt twin streams of water blasting against the spasming ring of her cunthole. Annie strangled on her sobs, seeing the room darken as she dragged her clawing hands across the floor.
Her arms collapsed as she slid into the gutter at the edge of the floor, cumming still.
Annie flopped like a fish, then grew still. The streams of water halted, and she waited.