In bondage schoolgirl

CHAPTER THREE

"You're hurting her!" Annie cried somewhere in the background.

"That's her tough luck, baby. She knew what to expect when she walked in upstairs. And now she don't want it? Tough shit! You were like that at the start, remember? You didn't want me to touch you, didn't want to fuck around with all that shit. Now…"

"Yes." Annie said, worriedly wringing her hands together. "But…"

"Ain't no buts, here," Hank said, backing down, his fingers still twisted in Betty's long blonde hair. The girl's head was drawn back as far as it could go. She blinked, staring up at the ceiling. Never before had she felt such helplessness, such terror. Her feet touched the basement floor. Hank's grip on her hair relaxed. But, when she started back for the stairs once more, he tightened his hold, pulling back on her hair so hard he brought her to her knees.

"Uughhhhh!" Betty grunted in pain.

"Hank!" Annie cried.

"Shut up and get back here."

In a moment, Betty found herself on her back, struggling under the big heavy athlete. He was pulling her hair out, tearing it by the roots while dry fucking her. She felt his tongue on the base of her throat, wiggling back and forth. Through the material of her skirt she could feel his prick rubbing up and down.

"Stop it! Stop!" she screamed.

He was pulling up her skirt, wadding it around her waist while kicking her thighs apart. In a moment she felt his prick better, felt his cock rubbing up against the wet crotch of her panties. All that was keeping his prick from fucking into her cunt was that thin, wet, narrow band of nylon. And he was shoving hard against it, pushing the slick material up against the folds and hollows of her fuckhole!

It made her feel so weird, so spacy! Betty almost forgot about the cold hardness of the concrete floor hurting her back and shoulders.

"Stop it, stop it!" Betty shrieked, trying to bend her knees to kick him. She thought of all the training her mother had given her in protection. She thought about the advice to kick a man in the balls if he ever attacked her. But there was no room to move. The wild throbbing in her cunt was growing worse and worse, gradually sapping her of her will to fight back. Again she heard her girlfriend calling out in the background. But where was she? Things were becoming so out of focus for her!

She felt Hank grabbing at the bottom of her blouse. By now the garment was out of her skirt. She heard tearing sounds. Freezing, the girl felt the blouse loosening around her sides and shoulders. In a moment it was gone. Then the big man clamped his hands around her bra cups. He was moving them up and down, rubbing the stiff scratchy material against her nipples. Betty let out a long, low moan, turning her head to one side, unable to see that look of wild triumph in Hank's eyes. He was pulling those mounds apart. And then, with another tearing sound, her bra was halved, torn apart!

"What? Noooooo!" she cried.

Hank was putting his mouth on her nipples, sucking them. He was actually sucking them!

Betty felt his teeth tearing at the tender nubs, felt his tongue lashing at the nipples until she found herself wallowing her shoulderblades against the hard, cold floor. Her knees were pushing out while her asscheeks bounced against the concrete. It was awful, horrible the way she was disgracing herself in front of Hank and her girlfriend. But what else could she do? The feeling was nearly overwhelming, driving out any sense of decency that remained in her.

"No, no, I don't want to… please, I don't want to!" she cried in a throaty whisper.

But her body movements told another story. While he tongued her tits, soaking them with hot spittle, the young man reached around, tore open the top button of her skirt, then yanked open the zipper. Betty struggled again.

"You do that again, bitch, and I'll punch you till your ribs break."

She stopped, freezing while she felt her skirt being yanked over her asscheeks, her knees, then her ankles. Gone! Now the only thing she had left on were her panties. And she could feel them sliding down, the elastic band rubbing over her hipbones. He was yanking her panties down, tugging them over her hips. Betty felt her briefs fly away.

"Ooooohh!" she moaned.

She wanted to die! The girl was horrified, pushed beyond simple humiliation! This stud had stripped her – wrestled her down to the floor and stripped her in front of her helpless girlfriend. And now he was going to going to fuck her!

"That's it baby, move that ass," Hank whispered in one ear, wiggling his tongue in and out of the waxy canal. At the same time he reached between her legs and put his free hand on her cunt mound.

Betty imagined sparks flew from her clit and showered into her cunt! Arching her back she rested her body on her shoulderblades and her feet. She felt those fingers greedily working her cuntlips against one another, milking them until the frothy fuck juice dripped out and dribbled down into her asscrack! She rocked her body from side to side shamelessly, no longer caring what Hank or Annie thought of her. He had touched her secret button. He had triggered off a riot of sensations that had been there just below the surface of her respectability, aching to be turned free. While his fingers moved up and down over the pussymeat Betty twisted helplessly under him.

"Gonna do it now, do it now!" he whispered.

Thinking about his cock once more, Betty struggled wildly again. That long prick! He was going to fuck his long cock up her cunt. No, his prick would split her wide open!

"No!" Betty screamed.

"Don't fight me, baby!"

Hank moved back, supporting himself on one hand and his knees while raising his right hand above her head, Betty saw the fingers curling, saw them coming down at her. Closing her eyes, bracing herself, she let out a long wail as the paw-like hand crashed against one side of her head.

The girl's body rocked from the force of the blow. Stars popped in front of her eyes while her hair splashed across her face. Another blow! Her teeth rattled against one another while her tits slapped together.

"Nice tits, baby, nice. I'm gonna dig fuckin' my cock through 'em. But right now I wanna see you perform."

He backed away, leaving Betty alone for a few moments. The girl held her head in both hands, fanning her fingers over her eyes. If only she could sink through the floor and drop away from these awful people. Annie! Hank! And she herself had come willingly to Annie's house, driven by some unknown force. Now she was on her back, stripped naked, having been slapped around and felt by this strange young stud.

"Come on." Hank said.

Betty opened her eyes, seeing Hank motioning her toward the workbench. Sitting on the workbench, her legs spread apart, was Annie! No, she wasn't going to do what they wanted! It was evil, perverted!

"No!" she yelled.

"Come on!" Hank said impatiently, reaching down and grabbing her hair.

Betty squealed, her hands shooting up, her fingers curling. Defensively the teen tried clawing those offending hands from her head. But Hank only laughed at her wild attempts, knocking her hands away, dragging her yowling and screaming across the floor. The concrete hurt her knees as she was pulled over the cracks and bumps toward her girlfriend.

"Go on, lick her cunt. Come on!" Hank ordered, still holding onto her by her long blonde hair.

"No!" Betty shouted.

Hank wouldn't take any more from the protesting girl. Muttering obscenities at her, he shoved her head between Annie's soft thighs rubbing her nose in the warm cunt.

"Ughhhh!" she choked.

Betty thought she would retch! Never before in her short life had she ever thought about something like this! Once or twice she had heard about women who did this kind' of thing. But they were sick, deviates, people you didn't talk to. Never could she imagine herself doing that sort of thing, certainly not with her best girlfriend. And yet there she was, crouched down in front of the workbench, her face shoved into that warm pussy.

"Yeah, yeah, come on, lick it up!" Hank encouraged, moving one hand from her head to his cock and rubbing his hand up and down over the fat prick.

Betty was terrified. Annie had always been her best friend, protecting her against other girls, offering her all kinds of advice. And yet there she was, actually hurting her in a way.

And the girl was enjoying it. She could see Annie's soft thighs shuddering at the touch of her nose against her cunt.

"Suck on her clit. Yeah, come on, suck on it. You'll get to like it."

The blonde teen tried to get away. As she started struggling again, Hank wrapped both hands in her long blonde hair and gave several hard yanks.

"Like I said, baby, you try somethin' like that again and I'll tear out all your hair, ain't gonna be too many guys who're gonna dig a bald chick."

Betty let out a groan of defeat. There was nothing she could do. With Hank pulling on her hair, with Annie a willing partner in this, there was only one path for her to take.

"Oh, no, no, please, God, no," she whispered to herself, still unable to fully grasp the impact of her actions. Swallowing hard, bracing her hands against the splintery sides of the workbench, she bent forward. The black haired cunt glistened under the woolly fur of Annie's hot pussy. She could smell the musky odor coming from her friend's cunt. There was something revolting and yet something terribly arousing in the smell. As she bent forward a little more, brushing her hose against the wiry cunthairs, Betty wondered if her pussy smelled the same. Would her cunt have a powerful effect on Annie, on Hank, on anyone if they came this close?

"Come on, don't be bashful, baby. You wanna feel what it's like to suck a pussy don'tcha? Maybe if you're real good I'll let you swing on my cock before I stick it in," Hank mocked.

"No, no, you don't know what you're saying," she protested.

But she knew this wasn't a time for talking. She felt his fingers twisting around in her hair tightly once more. He was growing impatient. He wanted a show, a freak show with her and Annie as the stars. And from what she could see her best girlfriend was more than willing to comply.

"Ohhhh, suck my cunt," Annie whispered above her.

The backs of Annie's legs banged against the front of the workbench. She had to do it. But she wouldn't like it. She clenched her teeth, fighting against her body. She wouldn't like it! As God was her witness, she wouldn't like it!

"Go on, suck it!" Hank ordered, pulling at her hair yet another time.

Reluctantly, Betty bent forward a little more. She stared at the big red gash of her girlfriend's cuntlips. They were swollen, one of them folded over the other. Fuck juice, flowing from the jagged crack, had slicked down the flesh. Her cunt looked like a big festering wound. Betty stopped again, unable to go any farther. Hank jerked her hair once more, putting his other hand squarely behind her head and pushing forward. In a flash, Betty felt her face being fitted between Annie's white, shivering thighs.

"Oooooooo!" Annie howled.

Annie snapped her head back, her long blonde hair fanning out over her shoulderblades while her knees snapped against Betty's shoulders. The brunette was going crazy, bouncing her ass on the splintery workbench top while hunching forward into Betty's mouth.

This was wildly obscene! She froze, holding her face in place for a moment. She was smelling that cunt, smelling the hot odor of an aroused woman. Dear God in heaven! As much as she was repulsed by it, as much as she was confused by it, Betty felt her heart skip a beat. She was turning onto this horror! She felt her cunt walls buckle, her clit twitch with delight as she breathed in the aroma of her girlfriend's pussy. And how those wiry cunthairs tickled the insides of her nostrils!

"Ohhhh, yes, yes," Annie hissed through her clenched teeth, bringing her hands around behind Betty's head and pushing it in deeper.

"Yeah, that's my girl," Hank growled, dropping his hands and moving away from the women. He leaned against a pole, moving one hand down to his balls while the other jerked his cock slow and steady.

Annie kicked her heels hard against the workbench. Betty had the feeling that her friend had done something like this before. There was no hesitation, no pulling away. She was his willing slave.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," Annie whispered.

The hair felt soft and curly, brushing against Betty's cheeks! It was almost like the hair on her head. Slowly, Betty stuck her tongue out, pushing it from between her pursed lips, letting the tip trail along the puffed outer edges of Annie's cuntlips. The response was immediate!

The brunette kicked her legs against the bench once more, snapping her head back, rubbing her fingers frantically over Betty's.

"Oh, yes, suck it, tongue it. Tongue it for me, for Hank!" the girl whispered.

Betty felt all squirmy inside, her stomach turning around and round while her muscles tensed and spasmed. She wasn't going to think about this. She would let the feelings flow. That was the best way. The girl realized that was the best way to deal with this. Annie had told her that again and again. Let the feeling flaw. Moaning into the moist, warm cunt, Betty slipped her arms around Annie's naked, taut ass. She shoved her mouth hard onto that cunt, opening her lips and sucking in the fuck juices. Her tongue stiffened, lashing inside, pushing up into the delicate pussy. She touched all those wiggly squirmy hollows while her nose pushed up against Annie's clit.

"Oooooooooo!" Annie wailed.

"What's the matter, baby? Sounds like you're in pain?" Hank said from the side.

"Good, so gooooood!" Annie whispered tightly.

Betty's heart was pounding like mad! Her first sexual experience with another! And it was with a girl! Her best girlfriend. And yet something inside her didn't really care. She was drunk with emotion. This was more than sex. It was a revolution, a rebellion against her mother, against everything her mother stood for, against everything she had pounded into her head. How she hated her now, hated all those long lectures about the evils of the world and sex. As she embraced Annie's bouncing ass, she pushed away her mother's world of repression and ugliness! How strangely mixed up her feelings were as she wiggled her tongue up and down that greasy, furry cunt crack, pressing her mouth to Annie's cunt.

Betty didn't remember sliding away from the workbench. Had Hank carried her? She didn't know. Things were all upside down, fuzzy. All she knew was that suddenly they were side by side on the mattress earlier indicated by Hank.

"That's it, baby, suck her cunt. Get it ready for my cock!"

Betty felt her cunt being rubbed by careful fingers. Annie's fingers. It didn't matter any more. And there was Hank always there, leering down at her, laughing at the two of them, enjoying this little scene of humiliation, of degradation. And he was getting hotter all the while, rubbing up his prick. Once or twice he kicked her between the shoulders, putting his smelly foot down on her throat once and nearly choking the breath out of her when she didn't perform as he wanted.

An insane dream! And yet one that was as real as the floor under her. Looking up, she saw Annie's cunt poised over her mouth. They were in a sixty-nine position. Slowly the curly haired cunt came down almost to within licking distance. Annie was spreading her thighs apart, the resulting tension stickily parting her cuntlips again. Just as that red slit opened. Betty felt something being inserted gently into her cunt. It was Annie's tongue. Something was entering her cunt, licking gently along the sore, tender sides. How she needed something in there, something to take care of that hot itch that had been plaguing her for the past few months!

Betty could feel hot breath blowing through her blonde cunthairs. Annie was panting heavily. Her fingers moved along the blonde's asscheeks, fanning out, pressing against the resilient ass flesh. How deliciously good it was to feel something touching her clit, brushing over the super sensitive flesh surrounding that sparking button!

Annie was using her fingers now to pull the tender cuntlips apart. God! Making love like lesbians! And all under Hank's cruel stare. Something told Betty that this, as bad as it was, would be nothing compared to the ordeal that lay ahead for her.