In bondage schoolgirl

CHAPTER EIGHT

"He told, Annie, he told!"

Betty was in tears, clutching her lunch bag and sinking down in her chair. The cafeteria was almost empty. In a few minutes she had to be in American history class. But she had to talk to her best girlfriend.

"I don't believe it. Hank wouldn't… well, I don't know," she said thoughtfully, rubbing one finger over her chin.

"Oh, I don't know what to do," the girl moaned, hiding her head in her hands. It was as if the world had crashed to an end. How could she face anyone at school? It would happen to her as she'd seen it happen to other girls. There would be a scandal. The girls would start talking about it. Soon the teachers, the principal, and finally her mother would find out about it. She would have to transfer schools. And she was in her senior year! The horror of being found out, of having her reputation dragged through the mud and laughed at nearly made her faint. She heard the bell. For a moment Betty thought of gathering up her books and just running out the hall into the street. She would never go back to school again. She would rather die than having everyone sneering and laughing at her.

"Maybe just Gino. Let me talk to him. I don't know why he would have done something like that. He never did it with me," Annie said, wrinkling up her forehead in confusion.

"You're different. It's just that he wanted to hurt me… I don't know why, but he did and…"

"He and Gino are good friends," Annie went on. "And you said Gino leaned on you yesterday. Maybe he's just helping out a friend." Annie shrugged, shaking several loose locks of her long brown hair from her face.

Betty was horrified.

"Helping out a friend? That way? You make it sound like he had a flat tire or something."

"Well, you don't have to make such a deal about it," Annie sniffed, picking up her books as she slid out from behind the lunch table.

Betty felt crestfallen. She had lost her cherry! She had committed a homosexual act with her best friend, then had gone on to fuck Annie's boyfriend like a rutting bitch. And Annie told her not to make a big deal out of it? She was horrified by her acts and by their consequences!

"Coming to class?"

"I'll be there in awhile. Tell them I'm not feeling well, Annie. Tell them something," the girl muttered, staring down at the crumbs on the table.

Annie stopped, pursing her lips together and shaking her head slowly from side to side. Hesitating for a moment, the girl walked back to her friend and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Look, I'll talk to Hank and try to find out what's going on. If there's anything I can do about it I'll stop this little rumor mill, okay. Now cheer up. See you in class."

Betty smiled, feeling a little hope brighten her otherwise darkened mood. Neither Hank nor Gino were in the next class. She might be able to forget about her troubles through study. And besides there was Annie – good old Annie, someone who really cared about her in spite of that show she and Hank had put on the night before.

Sighing, Betty picked up her books and walked briskly from the cafeteria. If she hurried, she could avoid a tardy slip for class.

Climbing the concrete stairs, Betty saw that the halls were nearly deserted. This was the last lunch period. The hall monitors were gone and no teachers were milling about. She rushed past several closed doors, her head down, her breathing quickening as she once more thought about Hank and what he was doing to her. Gino! The way he had stared at her in the hall. She could almost feel his big hands on her, tearing off her clothes, caressing her body.

History class was at the far end of the building. Quickening her pace, Betty turned the corner, stopping short by a large green metal door that led to the boiler room. There were Hank and Gino, leaning against the fire alarm pole. Betty felt frozen, unable to move. She blushed furiously, knowing these two knew what she had done the night before.

"Late to class? Too bad," Gino said mockingly, shaking his head from side to side.

"Yeah, means we're gonna have to turn you in. Too bad."

"You're not hall monitors," Betty said, feeling her flesh crawling.

"Yeah? Well, we're gonna help 'em out. Can't have monitors around the place all the time," Gino said, pushing himself up from the wall and starting for the girl.

"Yeah. We're supposed to be at practice now out in the field. But the coach won't miss us for a while. He's got all that paperwork and shit," Hank said, moving quickly behind her and stretching out both arms.

"I'll scream," Betty whispered, her mind whirling around a thousand miles per hour. They were accosting her right here in school! Was there no place safe for her?

"No, you won't. You cause any trouble and I'm gonna tell everybody about you," Hank said, his eyes narrowing.

"You already…"

"Just Gino," Hank interrupted. "Thought he'd dig it 'cause he's onto you. But you mess up now, baby, and the whole fuckin' school's gonna know about it. You think they're gonna do somethin' to me and Gino?" he chuckled, his lips curving up into that cruel smile she knew all too well. "But you won't be able to show your face around here, understand?"

Yes, she more than understood. The others would slap him on the back and congratulate him for having fucked her so well. Meanwhile she would be sneered from school, laughed at until she couldn't stand it.

"What do you want me to… do?" she said, swallowing down the last word. Betty already had an idea.

"Janitor's not in. He's out there, watchin' the team fuck around in the field." Gino moved forward, pushing the green metal door open. Immediately there was the soft mechanical purr of machinery. "Downstairs."

"No, I won't," Betty cried through clenched teeth.

The girl started backing away, glancing nervously over one shoulder. There was no one in the hall. But still all she had to do was scream and…

"Mmmmmmmffffff!" she gasped.

A hand over her mouth. She could feel the fingers pressing her lips hard against her front teeth while another hand grabbed her around the waist. Betty tried twisting around to break the grip, her books and papers falling to the floor and scattering on the tiles.

"Pick up her shit and let's get the bitch downstairs fast," Gino said, dragging Betty back through the basement doorway.

The blonde teen struggled helplessly, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer muscular power of Gino's arms. She could feel his breath panting against her neck while the one hand around her waist slid up to her tits.

"Nice, nice. Hank was tellin' me what a hot fuck you are and what you dig. That's nice too," Gino crooned in one ear, pulling her heels over the slight rise of the basement doorway. Almost immediately Betty noticed an increase in the sound of whirring machinery. There was a vague sour odor to the air, the smell of electricity. The air was warmer here.

"Okay, got 'em," Hank said, slipping in behind them and shutting the door. When Betty heard the lock snap shut, her heart sank. They were going to torment her here, make her submit to their perverted desires, and there was no one who could put a stop to their antics if they should get carried away.

Betty bit down on Gino's fingers, then reached up and pushed his hand away from her mouth. That sudden pain startled the young stud enough to break his hold on the girl. That was all Betty needed. Shoving him to one side, she darted around Hank, wrapping her fingers around the door handle while frantically pounding at the lock.

"Oh please, help, help me! I'm trapped in here! Oh God, please…"

Desperately Betty fought with the lock, trying to force it open. It was impossible. Hank was behind her in a flash.

"Try to hurt my buddy, huh?" he said, putting his paw-like hands on her shoulders and knocking her from the doorway.

Betty flew back, her asscheeks hitting the steel guardrail. That blow sent slivers of pain racing through her body, making her teeth rattle while Gino kept shaking his hand from the bite.

"Yeah, man, she put a set of marks around the joint that's gonna really hurt," Gino said, his face darkening with anger.

"What did you expect me to do?" Betty cried, staring from one young man to the other.

"Just about that, Hank," Gino said to his buddy, his lips curling again into another sardonic smile.

Betty felt her blood pressure go up. She was standing there on the small platform, Gino several steps below her, Hank in front of the door, both hands touching either side of the molding. She couldn't rush down, couldn't escape through the door. Then she saw the cocks – both of them, tenting up the fronts of the boy's Levi's. Betty gasped, her eyes widening.

"Oh, no, no, just let me go, just…"

Hank got behind her, throwing his, arms so tightly around her waist that he knocked the wind from her. Betty's knees shot up while her body jackknifed, her ass jamming into the stud's gut. Her cheeks puffed out while a rush of wind escaped from her lungs.

"Let's take 'er downstairs, man, and tie her up. She's gonna be so fuckin' hot she's gonna need chains or somethin' to hold her down," Hank said, turning around and dragging the kicking girl down the iron steps.

"Yeah, she sure screams a hell of a lot! Man, it's like somebody set her cunt on fire or something," Gino said, backing down while watching the girl's frantic moves.

"I did that yesterday… me and Annie. Christ, you should've seen the way this one turned on. Thought she was gonna bounce right off the fuckin' floor when we fucked around with her."

Betty listened helplessly to their obscene talk while they dragged her down the stairs. Reaching the bottom, Hank and Gino manhandled her. Hands were roving all over her body. She snapped her head back, gritting her teeth together as she felt them fingering her tits, hiking up her skirt and feeling her cunt through her nylon panties. Gino was the first to drop to the floor, holding her around the soft spot behind each knee while tonguing her inner thighs. The sensation of his giant tongue as it lapped its way up her legs drove her mad. She could feel every nerve ending in her body stretching down toward that licking tongue. She wanted to feel his mouth on her pussy. In a sudden rush of sensation, she wanted to feel him sucking her cunt.

"Come on, man. Before we fuck the shit outta her let's have us some real fun," Gino said, getting up and letting her skirt fall back down.

Hank held her while the young Italian stallion rummaged around in a near-by workbench. Rolls of tape, screws, various tools were thrown onto the floor while Gino searched for something.

"Here we go… somethin' to hold down this little cunt while we play with her," he said, holding out a long half-inch piece of line. Betty stared at it, wondering what on earth they were going to do with it. On closer examination, she saw it was really several pieces of rope, each about three feet long. The hemp was rough and brown, frizzed at the badly cut ends. "Got a board over there too. Bring 'er on over. Wanna hog tie this little cunt."

"Oh no!" Betty yelled.

"Sure, baby. That's what I was thinkin' about that day I talked to you in the cafeteria," Gino said, swaggering up to her. He was holding the ropes loosely in one hand, rubbing the frayed ends against his chin. He looked like something straight out of hell. Betty felt her pulse leap at her throat.

"I wasn't talkin' about plain ol' fuckin'. Man, everybody does that nowadays."

"This one don't," Hank said, hunching his crotch into her ass while gripping her upper arms so hard Betty was afraid he was going to leave bruises. Already she could feel her ass quivering under the anticipation of another whipping. Her ass flesh was still tender and hurt when she sat the wrong way in a chair.

"Huh? Oh yeah, yeah," he said, smirking and nodding his head rapidly up and down. Gino still held the rope, tickling himself with it under the nose. "I forgot. The hot virgin. She ain't been around long, but she's one hell of a quick study. Well, baby," he said, stretching out one arm and rubbing the frazzled end of the line against her face, "we're gonna see just how quick you are today."

Betty drew back, her face a mask of fear. What were they going to do with her and those ropes? What were they talking about?

"Let's get 'er naked."

Fingers fumbled madly around her blouse, opening the blue V-neck quickly and pulling the garment off her shoulders.

"Be careful. Don't wanna tear any of this," Gino cautioned as he reached down and pushed the button through the hole that loosened Betty's skirt. "She's gotta walk outta here like nothin's happened. She come walkin' through that fuckin' door like a war refugee and they're gonna be on our asses fast!"

"Yeah, yeah," Hank agreed, helping his buddy tug the short skirt down past Betty's ankles and off her feet.

"Now the bra… see, those nice tits. Christ, used to nearly jack off when I saw 'er bouncin' them boobs up and down the hall."

"They're nice," Hank agreed, stepping behind Betty and unsnapping her halter. "Got nice hard nipples to suck on. She likes that, gettin' her nipples sucked on, even bit and pinched. Man, this chick digs everything, man, everything!"

The panties went next, slipped down over her legs and off her toes, flung onto the pile of clothes draped over the nearby workbench. Hank was all for fucking her right away. But Gino was more experienced, holding one hand in front of his buddy and studying the trembling naked girl in front of him.

"She needs a good fuckin', all right. But she's gonna need some hog tyin' too."

With that, Gino dropped one of the ropes, telling Betty to bend down and place her hands squarely on top of her ankles.

"No," she said, folding both hands modestly over her cunt while drawing her elbows in at her navel, trying to hide her nipples with her upper arms.

"No?" Gino asked calmly, arching one bushy eyebrow.

"Leave me alone!" she said defiantly, eyeing the stairway once more.

"Sure, sure."

With that, the young man brought both hands together, spread his legs apart and drew his arms back as if he were a batter at home plate. The next thing Betty knew was that his two fists had slammed into her belly, knocking her back hard against the bench. She gasped for breath, her belly feeling as if it had just been ripped open. And when her ass struck the splintery edge of the workbench, Betty jackknifed the other way, her spine concaving while her arms flew out to either side of her body helplessly. Desperately the blonde teen grabbed at anything, feeling the world darkening around her.

"You ain't gonna pass out on me, bitch," Gino snarled, grabbing her by the hair and yanking the girl up.

Betty screamed, her scalp throbbing from the pain. Her knees had threatened to give way under that savage blow. But they strengthened the moment she felt her hair being yanked out by the roots.

"Now double over, bitch."

Betty did as she was told, afraid to resist. They meant business. The thought that she was in school safe and sound disappeared from her mind. She was alone in the world, trapped in a kind of hell with her two tormentors. There was nothing around, nothing except them and her. No one would come in and save her. She had to survive, had to somehow live through all this as best she could.

Hank took one rope and looped it around her left wrist, cinching it tight with a figure eight, then draped it around the end of the five-foot two-by-four Gino had found under the workbench.

"You get the other one?" he asked Gino as his buddy picked up the second piece of rope.

Gino followed his buddy, tightening the line around Betty's right wrist, then draping the rope around the opposite end of the board and tightening it with a slipknot.

The young woman sighed, feeling so exposed. Her ass was high up in the air, her knees bent slightly while her wrists, hurting from the rope, were bound to the large board. "The ankles now, right behind her fuckin' wrists," Gino said.

"Good, man, good. She ain't gonna get outta this one easy."

Betty agreed. She was trapped, and she prayed that God would have mercy on her for the excitement she felt pounding in her chest!