In bondage schoolgirl

CHAPTER SIX

"No!" Betty shouted again, slapping back at the hands torturing her asscheeks.

"Shaddup, bitch!"

Hank slapped her across the head, knocking her back. Then he teased her flesh, kneading the white skin into tight little balls, clenching them in his rough fingers. He pinched her inner thighs hard between his fingers, bringing her to and making the girl squeal like a stuck pig. Betty jerked her body up and down, trying to fight him off, but knowing it was impossible to do so.

He pinched her harder, watching the girl's flesh crawl, watching her writhe against the floor, her teeth gnashing while she choked down more strangled sobs of terror and pain.

"Yeah, go for it, baby, go for it. Gonna rip you wide open," he hissed.

His words burned, into her soul. She cried out with a yelp when he tugged at her cunthairs. The sound made Hank pull her down a little bit farther from the mattress, rolling her from side to side, shoving his dirty fingers between her asscrack and making Betty scream more.

The floor was hard, cold. Her knees slapped against it several times, the discomfort becoming almost unbearable. The young stud was squeezing her asscheeks harder, his fingers digging deeper into the rubbery flesh. Betty gasped, rubbing her belly against the floor. She was trying to escape the young man's probing fingers. It was so dirty, so obscene! The beating had been better than this. She felt as if she were crawling through some kind of slime and there was no way she could escape.

"Stop! Fuckin' bitch, you're gonna take it, and take it good!"

Betty felt his finger movements becoming more coordinated now. He was reaching down between her thighs with one thumb, pressing his fingers against her asscheeks for better leverage. Slowly he forced that thumb into her tight little fuckhole, gasping with excitement when he felt those cunt muscles gripping the digit hard.

"Man, you're one hell of a hard, tight little fuck. You were right, Annie. She's a fuckin' virgin all right. Either that or she ain't been tapped for a while."

"Oh, Hank," Annie groaned, rubbing her fingers over her cunt while she watched her friend finger-fucked in front of her.

"Oh please, please, you're… you're hurting me, hurting… meeeeeeee!"

The pain became stronger, more concentrated, like a horrible pinpoint of agony somewhere between her thighs. Betty jerked her head up, biting down on the mattress' edge one more time. Her knees jerked up and out again while her asscheeks spread open. Instinctively she was making as much room as she could for Hank, raising her ass up, wagging her ass slowly back and forth like a bitch in heat.

And then she felt pain as never before. The nail of his thumb started pressing against that tiny membrane deep inside her. He was tearing her cherry. He was ripping that last vestige of her innocence away with his thumb!

"No!" she cried.

But all her shouts, all her pleas fell on deaf tars. Hank moved his knees a little closer to her body. That awful thumb was pressing harder and harder against her tiny cherry. The paint became more and more intense, soaring beyond anything she had known before. It was excruciating. It was pure hell, an agony she could never have imagined! And then there was an awful tearing sensation, one the girl would never forget! It was as if something had burst through her body, ripped open her gut! She opened her mouth and screamed in mindless horror, sure her life was about to end.

Her face blanched, becoming a mask of mindless terror. Clawing at the mattress, biting the edge until the filthy material tore in her mouth Betty sobbed and shrieked while that awful thumb twisted around in her violated fuck hole.

"Hey, man, she was a virgin, Annie. She's bleedin' down there. Hell, the blood's gonna make things nice and smooth when I get in there," Hank said, examining his fucking thumb.

Betty's body jerked and twitched as if someone had touched a live electric wire to her. Her flat belly ground against the floor, trying to escape the fucking thumb one more time while her asscheeks clenched together protectively. "Yeah, a real virgin," Hank repeated.

"Ohhhhh…" Betty groaned.

Betty felt defeated, ground into the dirt. He was worming that thumb in deeper, meeting resistance as the walls, of the girl's cunt tried closing.

"Okay, baby, get ready," he whispered in her ear, leaning over her as he yanked his thumb from her cunt. "Shut up and relax, and maybe you'll enjoy this as much as I will."

Never! Never would she admit to him she was enjoying this horror show. But Hank didn't seem to care. He pulled her asscheeks apart, keeping them tugged wide open while he moved them back and forth, rubbing his fingertips against her inner cuntlips. Soon, slowly, the girl started raising her hips once more, moving them up and down in a pumping motion as those thumbs drew up more fuck juice from her fuckhole. Fucking. She was thinking once more about fucking, about haying a hard prick in her cunt. What, was wrong with her? Her cunt was hot, violated, wanting more.

"Oh, no more, no more," she said, lying through her teeth.

Sobbing with renewed humiliation, Betty still felt the rising heat in her pussy tightening those slick cunt muscles. She felt her slick, sodden outer pussylips being spread open once more. The fiery cuntlips were wide open, the dark, red cuntmeat quivering, slick, waiting to be touched… to be fucked!

Betty cried through her teeth as she felt the cool air in the room rush against her pussy. It was heaven, just a piece of delightful heaven. And yet at the same time she was always aware of Hank's brutality, of what he was capable of doing. Her ass and back still stung from the beating she'd sustained.

"Oh, no, no," the girl wailed as she felt his fingers rubbing life into her clit.

"Yeah, she's alive and kickin'."

Hank watched her twitch as he fucked his middle finger up into her cunt.

"Ooooohhhh…"

Fucked! It was happening. She was getting fucked, finger-fucked. She could feel the fingertip brushing against her pussy walls, the nail scraping her sensitive muscles and making her groan. It was odd having something foreign inside her body, something that normally didn't belong there. Betty let out a rush of air, then sucked in another deep breath, holding it as she felt that digit continue its wriggling path into her body.

"Unnnghh… oooohhhhh?" Betty moaned, knowing it was useless to beg any mercy from Hank or Annie. The one was too brutal, while her friend was too spaced out, enjoying this horrible scene. Yes, she had been warned, Annie had told her more or less what went on. But this! She never would have guessed exactly what they did! It was like something straight out of a horror movie.

"Yeah, baby, I can see why you went nuts suckin' out your friend's cunt. Shit, she's so… uhhh… so tight think I'm gonna have to break my cock to get inside there."

Betty's eyes widened, her lips quivering as she felt that finger edging down into her pussy. It was going down, its tickling driving her mad. Betty groaned long and loud, the sounds coming from deep in her throat as the fucking finger founds its way along the smooth length of her cunt. Her fuck juice was flowing, bubbling out like a froth while Hank fucked her again and again with that finger.

"Man, you've really got it comin' outa you. 'Course, Annie's been working at you hard. Christ, she probably could service the whole Goddamned football team in one night."

Annie giggled, putting both hands to her mouth and rolling away from Betty. How Betty hated her friend now! How she loathed Hank, reviled herself for having given in to such base instincts.

"I… I can't take that thing… oh no, don't, don't… don't make me… do it!" she said, her teeth chattering in between the long pauses.

Again Betty thought of Hank's fat cock, the way his prick looked standing straight up and out of his crotch. His cock reminded her of a torpedo, some instrument of death, destruction. He was going to shove his prick up her cunt, tear her open.

"Sure you can. Hell, you're hot enough to take some stud bigger than me. And there's one or two like that. Maybe you'll get lucky," Hank said, rubbing his fingers around the flaring meaty cockhead.

"Oh, you'll like it. I like it. All girls like it," Annie said dreamily, stretching out one hand and stroking Betty's wet forehead.

"Ohhhh!"

Strands of blonde hair clung to her cheeks as she felt Hank repositioning himself over her. He was still trying to stretch her cunt walls.

"Man, she's got one hell of a grip down there!"

Betty sobbed with shame and renewed humiliation. She couldn't help the sensations rioting through her pussy, making her cunt muscles contract and grab at that twisting finger! She could feel them cramping, gripping Hank's fucking finger, actually milking it as if it were a cock!

"She's getting looser. Unnghhhhhh, yeah, a little tight down there but good."

Betty sobbed hysterically, her fingernails clawing at the edge of the mattress. She couldn't protest any more. She lay defeated. Then suddenly that finger slipped out, making her feel strangely abandoned, lost. She felt the big stud's knees sliding up her inner thighs, pressing against them, forcing her legs farther apart. Then there was that slick touch of his cockhead against her cuntlips. He was leaning forward, his arms on either, side of her shoulders, his knees pressing against her inner thighs now while his prickhead beat relentlessly against her outer cuntlips. He was going to fuck his cock into her pussy!

"Ohhh, don't worry honey, Hank's real good at this," Annie said in her spacy voice again, rubbing her back sensuously against the mattress where she and Betty had performed their lesbian act so well.

Betty cringed, setting her teeth so hard against one another she thought she'd crack her teeth. She could feel Hank guiding his prick into her crack. He didn't lose contact with her flesh once! She could feel her outer cuntlips being forced wide, that hot throbbing prick screwing into her body.

"Gotta hold her steady," he mumbled to himself, lowering his body down onto Betty's.

"No, oh no, no… ohhhhhh!"

She felt Hank gripping her hair, yanking back on it as a warning to keep still while he positioned himself for the initial thrust.

"Okay, Betty, baby. One hell of a big dick's gonna slip into your cunt."

Betty groaned, snapping her head back as she felt the small inner cuntlips being forced apart. Yes, she could feel that pressure increasing, feel the fat battering ram head of his prick fucking in.

"Nnnnuughhhh… nnnuunnghhhh…" she groaned.

Betty felt as if her cunt were being fucked by a horse. A stud, a stallion! Yes, that's what Hank was. That's what Gino was. Hot cocks, all of them. And one of them was fucking her, pinning her body down with his prick.

Hank stopped for a second, shaking the sweat off his forehead and sucking in a deep breath. Holding it, he shoved down again. The blonde teen's moans became louder and stronger, her voice cracking as more and more of Hank's prick fucked into her fuckhole.

"You're… huuuuurtinnnnggg meeeeee!" she chattered through her clenched teeth.

She shivered as that fucking mass of stiff cockflesh fucked its way into her. Her legs jerked out again.

"Oh no, don't, take it out… out!"

But Hank only laughed at her, watching her legs kicking out at him while her asscheeks jiggled under her frantic moves.

"Ohhhh, doesn't it feel good, Betty? Doesn't it feel really spacy?" Annie sighed, watching her friend struggling under the stud.

Betty couldn't answer her. Her throat was too tight, her mouth too dry for her to form any words. Waves of pain and delight hit her cunt like a freight train. She was so tight down there. She knew Hank wasn't able to shove his cock all the way in as he'd planned. The girl could hear him panting above her, struggling with her cunt, trembling violently while still trying to fuck her pussy completely.

"Goddamned bitch… ughhhhh, loosen up!"

"Oooohh!"

Betty heard his hand whooshing through the air, his fingers missing her head. Then there was the hot sting of a blow to her ass. Again and again he hit her jiggling asscheeks, telling her to relax, to loosen up while his hand heated her ass.

Betty screamed again, feeling as if Hank were tearing her body down the middle as if she were a piece of paper. She felt as if she were being skewered like a piece of meat. It was so hard to believe she could take that size cock up her cunt!

"Man? Shit, ifs like fuckin' a tight fist. But Christ, she's somethin' else. Jesus Christ, Annie, she's tighter than you were at the beginning," Hank said mockingly.

For a moment Betty thought his cock could come out in her throat. The girl was gasping and choking, crying put for help, knowing none would come. She wondered for one mad second if it were possible to be literally fucked to death. Could that happen with one man? If it could, Hank had to be that man! The way he kept hitting her, fucking his cock into her resisting cunt, he could be the one to kill her with his cock!

"Uuuughhhhh!" she gasped.

He had done it! Slowly, gradually, the big stud had worked his cock into her cunt until she could now feel the wiry prickhairs tickling her cuntlips. His cock was all the way in her! Betty couldn't believe it! Her eyes were wide with surprise as she thought of that cock, of that big fat prick embedded in her pussy. How strange she felt! That hunk of cock was throbbing there, pressing hard against her cunt walls, almost beating in time to her heart. His prick filled her cunt to the limit, stretching her pussylips and cunt walls to the tearing point.

"Noooo…" she moaned.

"Man, don't that feel good, baby? Shit, and you been missin' out on shit like this for a long time," Hank whispered, rocking his body from left to right.

Betty said nothing, writhing helplessly under the big stud. She agonized to the pressure of the hot, searing pain of her rape. At times, the frantic teen tried flexing her cunt muscles to work out that big fat cock. But deep down inside her Betty knew she wanted Hank to keep his prick in her. Yes, she wanted his prick, needed to have that hot thing shoved all the way up her cunt, the bulbous cockhead pushing down into her pussy.

"Ohhhhh God, God, God!"

She was crying, trembling, feeling Hank starting to fuck his cock around in her pussy. He was flexing again, holding her by the shoulders and moving around. Crying out, Betty sucked in a shuddering breath and held it, feeling that fat cock starting to pull out.

It was wild, weird! The girl felt her itchy cunt walls collapsing behind the retreating cockhead, pulling back together like the top of a drawstring purse. It was as if he were yanking out a handful of her guts! Instinctively the teen tensed her thigh muscles, arching up her back as Hank kept pulling out.

"Oh yeah, mama, yeahhhhh…"

He was smoothing his fingers around her asscheeks, obscenely touching her asshole then rubbing her cuntlips with his fingertips. And all the time he was pulling out, making her feel so strange! "Noooooo…"

Halfway out, he stopped, then eased back. She could feel the extent of the pain inside. That wonderful cockhead was stretching her apart again, forcing those trembling pussy walls apart, shoving out more and more juice that trickled down the backs of her bent legs. In and out. In and out. In and out. Yes, he was fucking her, fucking her good and slow as he'd promised. And there was nothing Betty could do to stop him. She had to lay there and accept that attack.

But why resist anyway? It was too late. Hank had torn her cherry, ripped away her innocence. There wasn't a reason to fight off the disgusting animal rutting inside her. Yes, she was rutting, going into heat while that animal fucked the daylights out of her. She did her best to close her mind to the brutal assault taking place. But something deep inside wouldn't let her. She was going to face her rape – face it and enjoy it.

When she felt his hands sliding under her belly and raising her a little, Betty only whimpered. She felt his fingers fanning over the flatness of her belly, smoothing over her flesh, making her cry out in fear. It wasn't enough for him to violate her, tear her cherry! Now he had to touch her all over, make her aware fully of her degradation. Sobbing, closing her eyes, Betty prepared herself for the worst.