In bondage schoolgirl

CHAPTER FIVE

Annie was no help. She lay there, one hand draped lazily over her face, her chest rising and falling slowly while she moaned softly. She was still coming down off her sexual high, drifting somewhere between reality and her own little world.

Betty was on her hands and knees, crawling back, her eyes wide with terror. Brushing back her long blonde hair, stretching her right arm behind her she once more looked about for an escape path. There was none. Hank stood between her and the staircase, his long belt doubled in one hand. He had slipped it from his Levi's earlier. He doubled it, tapping the looped end lightly against one thigh. Now he was advancing toward her, his eyes wide, glistening with a lust Betty had yet to understand. It was unnatural, whatever it was. She could sense that, sense the growing animality in Hank's mind.

"I'm gonna tame you, baby. I'm gonna make you one of my girls, know that? When I get through with you, you're gonna be like Annie," Hank said, licking his lips like a hungry wolf while he tapped that terrible looking belt against his thigh steadily. That horrible, awful wolf-like look in his eyes made the girl shiver with horror. Raising both hands, she rubbed her fingers briskly against her flesh, feeling goosebumps rising. A draft from somewhere blew through her hair. In the background she could hear Annie's soft regular breathing. The girl was completely in his power. He was talking to her as if he were bringing her into some kind of harem.

"No, no, don't… please don't touch me with that thing," Betty moaned, her eyes shifting toward the stairs, then back to the belt.

"It's gonna feel real nice. 'Course, you won't be able to sit through too many classes for a while."

"No!" Betty gasped.

Betty scrambled around like an animal, her big tits jiggling and slapping together. She half ran, half fell on the smooth concrete floor. She had nearly made it around, the young stud when he reached out and grabbed her by one arm. Twisting her around violently, Hank nearly jerked her arm from its socket.

"Oooohhh!" Betty screamed in agony.

Betty pitched forward, finding herself off balance. Helplessly, Betty felt herself being dragged back, her heels sliding over the floor. She struggled, her heart racing like mad. The thought of someone hitting her, of bruising her with anything made her sick. She had never been able to stand pain. Even as a little girl she minded her mother strictly, terrified of a slap, of a spanking. And now this animal was going to beat her with that belt, whip her as if she were a criminal. Already she could feel the smack of the cold hard leather against her flesh, and she whimpered with terror and anticipated pain.

"Don't!" she begged.

Hank let her go, dropping her near the workbench where all those strange devices were. She wiggled away from him, the cold from the floor invading her cunt and asshole. Hank still tapped the belt rhythmically against his thigh, his cock standing straight up and out, pointing at her. His balls were tight, packed up hard against his cock root. The rope-like blue veins stretched against the thin pink outer skin, throbbing in time with his heart. He started moving toward her slowly again, his cock waving from side to side with each step he took.

"No," Betty whimpered, sliding backward. "Come on, baby, come on, you gotta be tamed."

This was what Annie had led her to! This was the sexual delight she had every Wednesday night. Again she darted a look at her half-conscious friend. Betty realized she hardly knew the girl. She couldn't really know Annie if this was the sort of thing she enjoyed.

Hank slapped the belt hard against the workbench, raising a cloud of dust from the top. Betty nearly jumped out of her skin, jerking away from the foot of the table and inching back toward the water heater. Her tits were rubbing against one another, the nipples long, red, and hard. Juice still frothed from her cunt-slit, trickling down into her asscrack.

"No, no, no!"

As long as she kept out of his reach, she was safe. Betty told herself this again and again as she studied that terrible piece of leather hanging from his hand.

"Come on, come on," he crooned as his cock strained with excitement.

This was a nightmare. There was none of the pleasure she had had with Annie. There was nothing here except the sheer horror of trying to avoid getting beaten. There could be no pleasure in this!

"Oh, please, please, don't do this to me, Hank. I'll do… do anything with you, anything, but don't hurt me with that belt," she whimpered.

But her pleas served only to inflame the young stud. His eyes widened, his lips curling into a sick smile. He enjoyed hearing her cries, her sobs. Again he tapped that looted belt against his thighs.

"No… no!" she whimpered, her cries growing louder as he came closer.

Betty's mind couldn't understand the depths of his depravity, why he was toying with her like this, why he was going to hit her. There was nothing rational in it. She shook her head again and again, trying to clear it while terror knifed through her.

"No!" she yelled.

She slid backward, her terror-stricken eyes wide and focused on that belt, on that cock. He gained on her, laughing at her desperation. Sobbing again, Betty turned and ran on all fours like an animal. Her tits hung down, the nipples brushing over the concrete.

She slipped, her right ankle banging against an overturned tool box. Muttering a curse, she straightened, ran several more steps, then slipped again, her head nearly striking the pole Hank had been leaning against earlier while watching the two women picking one another.

"Trouble!" Hank said, snapping the belt like a whip.

Betty choked down a sob, falling to her knees one more time. It was awful! She couldn't keep her balance. Her world was spinning around and around, tilting off center. Her life, her former morals, her thoughts, everything was disoriented. Whimpering, stretching out her hands for balance, Betty tried crawling away from the specter of horror behind her.

She found herself on all fours again. There was nowhere to run. Hank kept himself near the stairway at all times, stretching out his hands, laughing at her when she tried to dart away. She was like an animal – a hunted, cornered animal, her hair hanging down over her face while her breath came in short, raspy pants. Terror was overriding passion now.

"Stop this!" she demanded.

If there were only some kind of miracle that could help her! If only Annie's parents were suddenly to return. That would put an end to Annie and Hank's little game. But no. She knew they wouldn't be back until well after midnight. Annie and Hank would never have done something like this without that kind of assurance.

Again the blonde tried to dart toward the stairs. And again Hank snapped the belt, bringing it down against the wood and splintering off part of the handrail with the beveled tip. Betty cried put, shrinking back, holding one hand under her right armpit.

"Please, don't… don't, what… why are you doing this to me?"

Tears began to well up in her eyes. A stray drop of water rolled down one cheek. This can't be happening. It really can't be happening, she thought.

The belt crashed down within inches of her left shoulder. He was getting closer. Screaming, backing away, Betty moved as if hypnotized by Hank's moves. She breathed faster and faster, her chest tightening, her throat feeling as if someone's fingers were gripping it. The girl could hardly get enough air in her lungs to feed her body as she kept backing away and dodging the slapping belt.

"Soon, baby, real soon. You're gonna feel this thing on your body."

The thought of it made her scream in horror.

"No!"

Not that! God in heaven! Not that, not a beating with that thing! She fell backward, her ass striking the floor hard. Again Betty tried to move and found some of her hair snagged on the side of the water heater. Desperately she tried pulling away, the pain in her scalp making her wince. Hank laughed.

"Nowhere to run now, right? Nobody to help you out, either."

She turned, covering her face with one hand when she saw the big man unravel the belt and raise it high above his head. He looked like some kind of nude Nazi executioner.

"Agh!" she squealed as the belt came down, biting the flesh along her lower ribs.

It was as if someone had touched her with a hot iron. The force of that blow snapped Betty's body to the right, her tits slapping wetly together. There was a hot sting that radiated to all parts of her body. Whimpering, the young teen rubbed the sore spot with her fingertips, feeling terror grip her every thought.

The belt snapped up again, whirling over his head like a snake. Betty wished she could die at that moment. More pain. More agony! From the look on Hank's face, he wanted to keep this up.

He snapped the belt purposely away from her body, the pointed tip striking the heater inches above her head. She could feel the vibrating force of that hard blow against her back. Still screaming in a mindless torrent of sound, the girl tore her hair from the ensnaring screws, scooting away, only to be stopped by an overturned crate.

Betty was helpless. Her mind registered that fact, leaving her completely unable to protect herself. It was all so useless. He was going to peel her skin from tits to ankles, so why fight him? Horrible thoughts were going through her confused mind as Hank pursued her.

"Annie! Annie, stop him!" she screamed, rolling her eyes up and watching that belt snapping above her head. "Please, Annie, wakeup!"

Was she enjoying this? Was this part of the bargain? Betty thought of her friend, of the way Annie had winked in the cafeteria, had looked mysterious as she had talked about her Wednesday night sessions with Hank. Of course Betty had never checked out her friend's body on Thursday mornings in gym.

There was no reason to. She would never have dreamed people were capable of doing this of their own free will. In prisons, yes. In concentration camps, yes. Those were awful places where passions ran dark and deep. But here, in the basement of some middle-class home? Never!

"Oh, God!"

The belt came down, this time striking her hard on her right asscheek. She flinched, her body snapping violently to one side in reaction to the hard, chewing blow. Betty let out a low cry, biting down on her lower lip until she drew blood.

Another blow. The girl rolled away, letting out a long, shuddering moan.

Again and again the belt hit her, sometimes biting along her thighs, at others smacking her asscheeks until long red marks appeared on the supple ass flesh.

"No, no, noo!"

"Oh, Jesus, baby, Jesus fuckin' Christ!" Hank muttered, rubbing his striking arm. His cock was rock-hard, the bulbous tip purple and throbbing with lust.

Betty blinked away her tears, peering up at the big man. His balls were tight against his cockroot. Instinctively she knew he was hot to fuck her. But something was holding him back. He was toying with her, playing with her in order to increase his own lust.

"Please, oh, please…" she pleaded.

But there was nothing more to beg from him. He had already committed the unthinkable act. He was beating her, hurting her horribly while laughing at her humiliating pain.

He began again, snapping the belt against her asscheeks once more. Betty threw out her hands, curling her fingers around the mattress she had squirmed over the floor to and dug in her nails. Turning her head to one side, she rested her left cheek on the cool concrete, closing her eyes, inhaling ragged breaths through her mouth. Her knees jerked put like those of a frog each time the beveled tip of the belt chewed into her assflesh.

One time Betty felt the leather snap hard between her asscheeks, the pointed end of the belt curling around like a hot, licking tongue and nearly touching the bottom of her cunt.

It was then she thought of what was happening to her body. Yes, there was pain – pain and numbing terror, fear of what Hank was going to do to her next. But there was also something else, something she couldn't understand. A kind of bright warmth had begun around her injured asscheeks, radiating out like a heater to her cunt and nipples. It was making her pussy juicy again, juicy and tight, just like when Annie had started sucking.

"No, oh no!" she whimpered.

But was she really fighting against it? Twisting from side to side, she felt her cuntlips rubbing together, and a sensation not altogether unpleasurable raced through her convulsing pussy.

Another blow. This time the tip caught the lower swell of her ass flesh. Snapping her body to one side while arching her back like a cat, Betty jerked her face away from Hank. Panic swelled as the big man stopped. Had he quit, or was he just catching his breath.

"Ughh!" he grunted and the belt came down another time, tearing across her soft right asscheek. Betty recoiled, shoving her tits against the mattress. Annie had rolled to one side, curled into a fetal position. At Betty's frantic cries, she rolled back, opening her eyes and curling her lips into a drowsy smile.

A smile! She was smiling at her, actually smiling at her while she crawled under her boyfriend's striking lash!

"How could you do this to me?" Betty whispered through her teeth as she heard the long black leather belt hissing through the air above her.

There was yet another blow. This time the belt curled near her cunt again, a needle sharp pain shooting through her asscheeks into her cunt. When it reached her clit, how pleasant it was! It was a stroking coil of heat that made her dizzy with delight.

Again and again that belt bit into her flesh. Annie seemed to be smiling more broadly, rubbing her fingers around her stiffening nipples as she watched her friend dance and writhe under the merciless belting.

"Nooooo!" Betty wailed.

"That's enough, man," Hank said, throwing the belt to one side and rubbing his prick with both hands.

Betty sobbed into the side of the mattress, her teeth having chewed along the edge during the final round of the ass beating. Her ass felt hot, red hot from all the blows Hank had given her. And yet in spite of that pain there was that strange warmth, that tightness developing between her white shivering legs. Somehow that beating, that terror, had ignited a fire in her that needed a cock to put out. She was turned on, excited by that leather biting into her flesh! She couldn't resist the sensations racing through her cunt.

"What? Oh no, no!" she screamed.

He was going to fuck her, rape her, tear her cherry away! As much as she wanted – needed – a cock in her hot fuckhole, Betty resisted, clamping her legs together and trying to rock away from the big stud.

"Gonna fuck you now, Betty. Annie said you were kinda afraid of gettin' tapped. Man, I'm gonna split you wide open with my cock. When I get through you ain't gonna want nobody's dick except mine!"

Hank was squeezing the round globes of her asscheeks now, digging his fingernails into her injured flesh. Betty winced, twisting her body from side to side under the cruel touch of Annie's boyfriend.

"Please, don't… don't."

But Hank kept on, reaching around and sliding his hands under her hipbones. He curled his fingers around her cunthairs and tugged at them, making the terrified blonde squeal with pain and pleasure.

Betty felt sick with disgust. It was going to happen. The fuck her mother had always warned her against was going to happen – and in the worst, most terrible way!