Schoolgirl bondage

CHAPTER EIGHT

Betty tried twisting her head away, but David gripped her hair tightly, twisting it around until the woman sobbed in pain. Bending his knees a little more until he was touching her tits with them, he shoved his cock to her lower lip. Betty opened her mouth reluctantly, flicking her tongue around the tip of his prick.

"That's it, baby, get a good lick of my meat. Yeahhhhh, good hot lick. Fuck, should've had your daughter do that. She's got a sweet mouth. Maybe I'll have 'er clean out my asshole first, then shove my cock up her."

Betty tried pulling away as if she could escape the horrible flow of words. But David's grip on her hair was too firm. She could feel individual strands ripping from her scalp, the shocks of pain bringing yet more tears to her eyes. The woman inhaled sharply, opening wider. In a moment she felt that fat pole fucking down her throat, felt the meaty prickhead brushing over her molars and down until his cock was touching her tonsils. She closed her lips around his cock, feeling the thick blue veins sliding back and forth, back and forth.

David was grunting happily now, holding her head with both hands, his fingers fanned out over her ears while he fucked his cock back and forth. At times, he shifted his thighs from left to right, shoving his cockhead against her cheeks and making them puff out even more.

Betty coughed, gagging as the taste of his jizz coated the inside of her mouth and throat quickly. It was a bleachy, flat-tasting flavor.

"This'll make it go down easier," Coach Robinson said, spitting into his right palm and greasing down his cock.

Seconds later, Betty felt a rude forefinger pry into her shitter, squirming around and around, stabbing deep into her assguts.

She jerked up from the seat, the ankle and arm bonds keeping her in place. The dildo in her cunt seemed amplified somehow although no one had touched the controls. Betty squirmed her ass against the open-bottomed seat, swallowing down the thick long inches of cockmeat David was feeding her while Coach Robinson slid his knees under the wooden chair a bit more and shoved up.

Betty felt the pressure, the terrible pressure of his prickhead against her asshole. At first she thought he would never push that cock in. His prick was far too big, too massive. Her ass-ring even refused to give way one inch, the pulsating pressure pulling the flesh of her asscheeks downward and inward. He steadied his cock with one hand, moving his prick around until the fat prickhead touched her shitter lips. Betty panicked, her guts wrenching while her thighs tightened.

"Nooooffffff!" she screamed around David's cock.

Coach Robinson nearly raised the chair from the floor with his massive upward thrust. Betty howled frantically around David's mouth-filling prick as she jerked her arms against the rope restraints. She could hardly breathe from the pressure, from the pain!

"In her, Coach?"

"Yeah, yeah, all the way…"

It was a lie. Betty knew only his prickhead had slipped past her asshole. But he was spreading her asscheeks with both hands, stroking her stretched wrinkled asshole lips with his thumbs to ease their tension so he could slip more of his prick into her. When that failed, Coach Robinson moved one hand around to the dildo, wriggling it, forcing it up against her clit. The touch of that electrified cock against her nerve-rich sex center sent Betty flying higher and higher. She jerked up from the wooden chair, her flesh straining, her bones rattling as a series of mini orgasms took her by surprise. Her muscles relaxed and contracted in unpredictable ways. Jack was able to slip half of his prick into her bowels before she had a chance to stop him.

David jerked her hair again, shoving his prick all the way in. Betty felt his balls pillowing up against her chin as the coach's prick seemed to slide in and nudge her stomach. She was filled – fucked in the mouth, in the cunt, in the ass! Both men stopped for a second, looking down at the triple violated woman.

"Christ, she's got so much cock in her she can hardly breathe!" David grunted.

"You were right, David. She's good and hot and tight. Don't find these kind of women around all the time. We'd better hold on to her."

"Wait till you see the daughter."

Betty wriggled her tongue around the mouth-fucking prick, sucking so hard her cheeks caved in. She started enjoying this new gag, this cock sliding in over the top of her tongue and bumping up against her tonsils. The rub of his hairy balls against her chin added to her delight as well. She tugged her feet upward, pulling at the restraints holding her feet flat to the floor. Coach Robinson fucked his prick up until his cock was fitted all the way up her ass. Betty groaned, her ass clamping down tight. And, all the while, that dildo was vibrating inside her, sending the steady current of battery electricity racing into her clit.

"Let's fuck her in time, David. That'll send her up the wall."

"Yeah, come on, baby, go for it."

They began together, drawing out, then sliding in, Coach Robinson gripping the dildo with one hand and reaming back and forth. Betty shuddered, tasting more and more jizz on her tongue. David was getting hot, getting ready to spray her throat. She swallowed another load of cum-flavored spit.

"Uh, Christ, she's good," David gasped, pressing his fingertips hard against the sides of her skull.

She laved her tongue around the long fat cock, swallowing more spit, moving her ass from left to right and feeling the thick length of that prick up her ass.

"Gonna make it, David. Gonna spray this cunt with my jizz," Coach Robinson said.

Betty shuddered again as she felt him stop his ass-fucking. His prick seemed to be jumping around inside her ass, actually growing thicker as the seconds ticked by. David stopped as well, letting out small low groans. Then Coach Robinson swore, his fingers gripping the handles of the chair. He nearly overturned them all, shoving his prick up hard again and again against her ass. David steadied himself, holding onto Betty's head more firmly while shoving his prick all the way in.

The woman gagged, spittle frothing around the stretched corners of her lips. She heard Jack shouting something below her. And then it was like getting a warm enema. She could feel hot white cum shooting into her bowels, slicking down her ass-tube. Jack was swearing, his hands striking Betty against the belly. She could hear his feet kicking out under her while he fired load after load of his spunk from his tight, heavy balls.

"Man, doin' it!"

David was next. Striking the woman twice across the ears, he held onto her hair, tugging savagely as he shot into Betty's sucking mouth.

"Uhhhhhhh… man, take it, bitch. Come on and swallow it… oh yeah, yeah, suck it on down, suck it on down all the way!" David cried.

Betty did as she was told. It was wonderful, this savagery she was wallowing in. Her mind had shattered. She sucked on David's cock as if his prick were giving her life and clenched her asshole onto Jack's still-shooting cock. She was being inundated by spunk. Her pussy tightened on the dildo, jerking it nearly out of the coach's hands.

Jack laughed, firmly gripping the plastic prick and twisting it all the way in. Betty let out a grateful moan, her thighs ridging with tension as she bounced her ass over the fucking prick.

"Man, this cunt's unreal. She still wants more," the young stud said, shaking his head.

"She'll get more. She won't be able to walk for a week after we get through with her," Coach Robinson assured David.

"Yeah, man, that's it, fucked right into the hospital," David sneered.

David pulled his prick out, wiping the tip over her lips while Coach Robinson withdrew his cock slowly from her asshole. Betty felt like she was taking a shit. Betty reddened, wondering if she would disgrace herself. Her shitter lining was closing down behind the retreating cockhead. Coach Robinson kept the dildo in her cunt until he had pulled the full length of his cock from her shitter.

David watched as Coach Robinson slipped the plastic prick from the woman's cunt, wiping it on his shorts. He drew it up to his nose and sniffed.

"Hot pussy. There's nothing like the smell of a woman's cunt when it's up and ready for a fucking," Coach Robinson said, waving the dildo in front of David's nose. The young stud was obviously pleased with what he smelled.

"You're awful… both of you. You should be locked up," Betty said, finally able to speak.

"Baby, you aren't going to have much say in it. You wanted this bad, and there's no way you'll be able to prove we raped you."

"Rape?"

David let out a guffaw. "Man, if anything, her and her daughter oughtta be brought up on that charge."

"Okay, David, let's take her to the tub," the coach said.

"The tub?" Betty asked, dazed.

Davis unfastened the cuffs holding her feet to the floor. It was a relief having the bonds released once more. She felt the blood rushing to her toes, making them burn and tingle.

"Come on, time's wastin'."

David scooped her up from the chair, steadying the woman as they walked across the large room, past those horrible green metal cabinets and through a back doorway.

As she walked, Jack's hot cum dribbled from her asshole, wetting down the backs of her moving thighs. She wanted to reach back and clean herself off. But that move would only bring about more ridicule.

"Okay, there she is," Jack said as they entered another room.

The room was small – approximately ten feet by eight. In the center was a large old-fashioned white porcelain tub with four curved supporting legs. A small sink to the right was the only other furnishing.

"Get in, and, when you're in, get on your knees," Coach Robinson said.

Betty bowed her head, meekly passing the two men and climbing in. The porcelain was cold to the touch as she slipped to her knees. Betty braced her hands on either side of the tub, noticing the bottom appeared stained with something.

Coach Robinson was the first to come up to the edge of the tub, scratching his hairy belly and staring with satisfaction at the woman.

"That's good. Now I'm coming in. Move back just a little," he said, raising one leg and hauling himself into the tub. "Right. Now, don't move. David, you've never done this, so watch I think you'll find it interesting."

"Never found nothin' you done, Coach, uninteresting," David replied with a shit-eating grin.

"What… what are you going to do to me here?" Betty asked, her mind whirling around with all sorts of possibilities.

Coach Robinson said nothing, shoving his thumbs under his shorts and pushing them to his knees. At first she thought it would be another blow-job. But here? And so soon after they had fucked? She saw his prick – long and thick, flaccid, not rising one inch from his thighs. No, this wouldn't be an ordinary fuck.

"Now, tilt your head up. That's right, just look at me."

He was taking his cock in one hand, rolling the prickhead around between his right thumb and forefinger. The piss-slit opened. A horrible thought rushed through Betty's mind, one that made her open her mouth in horror. He was going to piss on her! That was why they were in this tub. That was why Jack wasn't getting hard.

A chill of revulsion rippled up and down her spine as she drew back, one hand clamped to her mouth. She could feel sour bile rising in her tightening throat. They had gone too far. Betty shook her head, her eyes wide with terror as she watched first one yellowish drop, then another bubble up to his piss-slit.

"Get back there, baby, you aren't going to climb out of here. David's behind you, ready to shove you right back in. And," Coach Robinson said, kicking her lightly in the soft swell of her lower belly, "you wouldn't want something like that to happen, would you?"

Betty shook her head again from right to left, dropping the hand from her mouth. She pushed forward, realizing her flesh had warmed part of the white porcelain tub floor. Jack pursed his lips together triumphantly, bending his knees slightly and spreading his feet farther apart. Betty heard him fart. He was smirking down at her.

"Do everything I tell you to," Jack said.

"Yes," she said in a timid voice.

Jack walked up a little farther, bending his knees a bit more than before. Betty watched, her eyes nearly crossing as the fat cockhead dangled in front of her, pointing straight at her nose.

"You do everything right and maybe we won't be so hard on you like before."

More piss drops appeared, dripping down between Betty's spread knees. She felt the last of Jack's cum seeping from her asshole. Then she sucked in a ragged breath, holding it until she thought her lungs would burst. The drops turned quickly into a twisting yellowish stream. He lowered his cock, pissing first in the space between her splayed knees and watching with satisfaction as droplets bounced up into her cunt. Jack enjoyed watching the disgust registering on her face. Betty tried to keep as calm as possible. But the thought that this man was about to piss on her revolted the woman.

He moved the stream up, directing it right into her navel. Betty wanted to retch, but managed to keep herself under control. From the corner of one eye she could see David standing there, hands on his hips, grinning with satisfaction as he watched his coach pissing on her. More of the hot, oily piss spattered onto her belly. Betty wanted to pull back, to twist around and clamber from the tub. But instead she remained there kneeling, not moving an inch, her chin tilted up as more and more piss spattered against her flat belly then dripped to the tub's bottom. In a moment it was swirling around down the drain. The piss came and came, washing over her, slicking her cunt now. Betty felt the hot liquid seeping through her greased-down cunt hairs, splashing over her hips, dribbling down more and more, until the gurgling in the drain was a steady sound. She shivered once more, blinking her eyes. She tried shaking those vile drops from her body.

Jack stopped, wagging his prick up and down. A few drops struck her chin. Betty covered her mouth, turning around and dropping her head over one side of the tub. It was all she could do to keep from vomiting. The stench between her legs was growing worse and worse. She was kneeling in a sewer, one Jack had created just for her.

"Come on, Betty, don't move. You told me you were going to obey us. So, you're going to have to stay still. I like it that way."

She shut her eyes, biting her lips to keep from crying out in rage and disgust. The thin, hot spray was starting up again. This time Jack directed it up at her tits, making sure the pee stung her nipples, then splashed up to her mouth. This was too much! She clapped her hand over her lips again falling backward. Her legs kicked out, rubbing up against the slick bottom. She was wallowing in his piss, almost bathing in it.

"Man, she don't seem to understand what you want," David said.

"Too bad. She could've saved herself a whole lot of trouble. But still," Coach Robinson said, sighing with some disappointment. The stream had stopped again.

Betty shook the piss from her body, staring up hatefully at the big man towering over her.

"You want more of that in there?" Coach Robinson said, gesturing with one hand toward the large room behind them.

"No, no!" she wailed, shaking her head.

"Then don't fuck around with us any more." Her hands came down. Her face was calm except for a small tic along her right cheek. He finished pissing on her belly, flicking off a droplet that struck her chin. Betty was proud of herself. She didn't move.

"Now, David, you've watched me. You do the same thing. Careful. The tub's slick with piss."

Coach Robinson climbed up, hitching up his shorts as David climbed into the tub and directed his cock right at the woman's face.

"No, please, not in my face, not there!" Betty wailed, unable to keep herself from shouting.

"I'll piss on you anywhere I damned well choose," he shot back, his cock bobbing between his fingers.

Betty cringed, waiting for the next stream of piss.