Schoolgirl bondage

CHAPTER NINE

Betty looked up. She saw his balls. "Now, open that fuckin' mouth. Yeah, that's right. Now lemme see your fuckin' tongue. Yeah, you oughtta be proud of it. That tongue's terrific! Man, the way it was movin' around my cock made me want to cum a helluva lot sooner than I finally did."

Betty closed her eyes again, taking deep, puffing gasps. She could feel her large tits rising and falling with her chest, the full tits rubbing against one another. David moved one foot up to her pussy, pressing his big toe up into the fur-edged pussy slit.

The way it was rubbing up against her clit made the woman let out a groaning gasp. He was fucking her with his toe, rubbing the jagged nail up against her clit.

When she moved, David reached down and slapped her cruelly, his fingers leaving long red marks on her cheek. The blow rattled her teeth. But somehow Betty managed to stay upright, straightening herself, watching her tormentor with fixed eyes. He was moving back now, bracing his legs against the front edge of the tub. Most of the coach's piss had gurgled down the drain in front of her. A dull sheen glistened from the bottom of the tub, the remnants of Jack's pissing spree.

David began, directing the spray straight into her mouth. It was like getting hit by a brick. The force of his stream nearly knocked the back of her skull off. Betty steadied herself, feeling nothing but the hot, stinging rush of bladder fluid against the back of her throat and against her tonsils. It was only moments later when she began tasting the urine and smelling it. She started closing her mouth, the horror of this situation sinking in once more. The piss spattered against her front teeth and lips, sending fine droplets all over her face.

The resulting spray was nearly blinding. She turned her head one way, then the other, trying to avoid the piss. But David kept up with her, spraying into her mouth, then into her hair, finally winding up wetting down her eyes and ears with his piss. She fell back, her legs kicking out once more and nearly up-ending the young stud. He swore at her, never stopping his steady spray of piss. Behind her, Betty could hear Jack congratulating the boy for his endurance.

She felt David's toe again, this time kicking into her pussy. She felt her clit aching with the strain of an oncoming orgasm. She shuddered, curling her fingers and digging the nails into her thighs. She was going to cum! Oh God, just as he was going dry she was going to cum!

"David, I think she's rutting again. She's having another climax. Better do something about it. A woman can't cum high and dry. It's not right."

She threw her head back, her hair dancing along her shoulders. Her eyes screwed into a squint, Betty dropped her hands to her cunt. With her thumbs she peeled back the outer cunt lips, rubbing her nails along the sensitive flesh between her smaller and larger lips.

"Here, baby, I can do that better for you. I got a better aim." David was fucking her with his toes, laughing at her piss-slicked face and body while screwing his toe up into her cunt.

And what was terrible, what was so humiliating about all this was how much she loved him doing this. Through a red mist she saw his cock hard, dry. His eyes were shut now while his toe kept fucking in and out against her shuddering clit.

Betty could hardly speak. Licking her dry lips, the woman thrashed around the tub, slicking her body even more with the piss while David kept his toenail pressed evenly against her clit. She exploded over and over, feeling the world dropping away.

"Damned cunt came while I was doing this. Man, oh man," David sighed.

David reached down, his prick bobbing in Betty's face. Half-conscious from her climax, she wanted to take that hot cock in her mouth and suck one more time.

There was no mercy in David's eyes. He struck her across the face with the back of one hand, knocking her sharply against the back of the tub. Betty heard the dull sound of her skull hitting the porcelain. Then everything went black.

How long she had been out, Betty had no idea. When she awoke, she realized she had been taken from the tub and washed. Even before opening her eyes, she could smell the fresh soap on her flesh.

It was also then she realized they had bound her once more. She felt her body rubbing up against a wall, her nipples frictioning over the rough surface. A metal band had been clamped around her neck, keeping her face up against the surface. She could turn her head around barely. Two wrist restraints, also bolted to the wall and holding her arms out crucifixion style, kept her up in spite of her unconscious state.

Stiffening her legs, Betty was able to take the strain from her arms and neck. Behind her, she heard a groan. Someone else was in the room, someone who was suffering as much as she was. Betty slowly turned her head and saw a young teen dangling from the pulley assembly in a wildly contorted position.

"Annette!" she cried.

The young girl jerked in response to her name. With small movements she was able to twist around and face her mother. The ropes pulled awkwardly on her body. It was a terrible punishment, one the coach and David must have spent some time thinking of.

"Why… why did they come for me?" Tears stained the girl's flushed face as she fought back the sobs.

"I… I can't explain, Annette."

"And, Mom, what are you doing here?" The teen's voice cracked.

"I… I came for parents' night and somehow the coach and I…" Betty couldn't finish, the metal collar around the back of her neck forcing her to gasp in pain. She pressed one cheek against the cinderblock wall, then fought for control once again.

"And David… and his friends." Annette's voice broke again, choked off by her hysterical sobs. "They came and practically raped me right there in my own room." Annette wailed her frustration, shaking the tears from her eyes. "They said you were having a good time and wanted me to join in."

"That's not true, Annette! They forced me here, and then found out you were my daughter. The boy, David, he was the one who wanted you here. And he said you and he…"

"Yes, it's true!" Annette blurted before her mother finished.

"And now they're got you hanging there," Betty hurried to say, not wanting to talk about the past.

"The coach said he would leave me all night. Oh, Mother, it hurts!"

Betty looked on in anguish. It wrung her heart to see her daughter like that. It was a terrible thing to stand there, unable to raise one finger. She couldn't move from the wall. The bands around her wrists and neck were far too tight for her to do anything except stand there and watch the teen twist slowly in the air. Oh, how she hated David and the coach. Through the closed door to the left she could hear muffled laughter.

"Oh, Mother, I'm sorry… I'm sorry for having done – you know – with David. It seemed so right at the time. I didn't know he was into this kind of thing," Annette explained.

"They're animals! They're all animals, darling. You've got to remember that. It isn't your fault. It isn't mine. When we get out of here, we'll make them pay for this," Betty vowed grimly.

"No! No! Everybody would be talking about it. We wouldn't be able to live here any more. I don't want to move!"

Her daughter's words made sense. Betty remembered what both Jack and David had said earlier. They wouldn't have to worry about her and her daughter pressing charges. Even if the courts believed them, the scandal alone would ruin both her and her daughter. They had them in a trap and Betty now knew just how inescapable that trap was. She sagged in her bonds, feeling totally defeated.

"Oh, oh, it hurts to be tied up like this," Annette cried after some pause.

"Scream," Betty said. "I think it would help. It would get somebody in here, someone who would stop this."

The punished, hanging girl tossed her head about angrily, her long hair flashing around her shoulders. Even this small movement caused her body to start turning around. With some difficulty, Annette managed to turn herself around to face her mother.

Betty saw the teen's tits were nearly pulled flat against her chest from the tension of the overhead pulleys. Her cunt was partially opened, the dark moist pink pussy meat barely visible through her thick blonde bush. For an instant, Betty found herself admiring her daughter's naked, slim body. Then, remembering the boys and what they were doing to them, she found herself tearing at her bonds. She broke four nails, scraping her fingers against the cinderblocks.

"God, somebody come in here, help my daughter!" Betty screamed.

Every movement was causing more and more excruciating pain to her daughter. Betty heard her daughter moan and continued shouting at the top of her voice.

"What the hell's goin' on in here?" David asked, poking his head in, frowning angrily at Betty.

"My daughter. How dare you tie her up like that? How dare you?" Betty shouted.

He laughed, leaving the door open and sauntering up to the hanging girl. He smoothed one hand down her tits, trailing the tip of one finger down, down until it was touching her clit zone. Betty saw her daughter's face slacken at that light touch. With a sharp slap he sent a rush of pain shooting from her cunt to her brain. Instinctively Annette jerked on the ropes, that movement causing her yet more agony.

"Stop it! Hurt me, but don't hurt her!" Betty pleaded.

"Now, there's a suggestion I like."

"What's going on in here, David?" the coach asked, looking in.

"Nothin' much, Coach. She wants some more action," he said, nodding in the direction of Betty.

"To free my daughter," she added.

"That's what I want too," Jack said. "Bring the rest of the boys in here. Might as well have some of the team around to watch."

Betty felt her flesh crawl. Again the woman twisted around to see her daughter. Annette was watching the door like a terrified animal, her pain temporarily forgotten as she heard stirring noises outside the door. Then, one by one, the team filed in. They were all good-looking young men.

"How long have you been doing things like this?" Betty hissed as ten young men filed in.

"Since I got here, I guess," Jack said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "About four years ago."

Betty was astounded. He had been subjecting girls and women to this torment for four years and no one had so much as raised an objection.

"I know what you're thinking," Jack said, walking up to her and slipping one hand between her asscheeks. "We can spot the ones who say they don't like this, but really do. You'd be surprised at the number of repeat customers we have here – on their own, by the way."

"That can't be true," Betty grumbled, straining her neck to see if her daughter was all right. Some of the boys had been looking at her, scratching their balls, wondering when they were going to have at her. Annette was humiliated beyond words, her face flame red as she hung there obscenely, her cunt wide open. One of the boys started for her.

"Not yet. I've got a game we can play with her mother first," Jack said, rubbing his hands together. He reached up and began unfastening the bolts from Betty's collar.

Betty was surprised. She thought he would have ass-fucked her in front of these boys or do something equally as degrading to humiliate her. But instead of that he was pulling the collar from the back of her neck, then reaching around and unfastening her wrists from the wall. Betty nearly fell to the floor, bracing herself against the wall. She rubbed her hands together, then folded her arms over her tits.

"Now, Betty, I'm sure the boys would like to meet you. They haven't seen you around campus. You can show them what an older woman can look like," Jack said, taking her by the wrist and pulling her forward.

The boys had formed a semi-circle in the room. She was aware of a slow but steady rise in temperature as they watched her walk forward. Then Jack put one hand between her shoulders and pushed hard, sending her tumbling forward. The move was so sudden it caught Betty by surprise. Her legs became entangled. She let out a loud squawk, pitching forward and landing hard on her hands and knees.

"Now, get up and walk around the boys. Show them your cunt and ass if they ask for it," Jack said, his voice remaining calm and steady.

Betty shook the hair from her eyes, still crouched in that doggie position. Someone – David, she thought – moved behind her and kicked her in the ass. Scrambling forward, Betty rose gracefully to her feet.

She began walking along the curved line, aware of a cold draft making her tit tips very hard. She moved past the boys, some of them muttering, all of them watching appreciatively as she passed. She made her hips swing, that move making her tits dance and her ass wiggle.

"Mother, how could you?" Annette cried. Annette's hurt voice brought her back to reality. She looked at her hanging daughter, then turned and charged at a tall red-headed boy who had been leering at her cunt. She screamed, tearing at his eyes, clawing his cheeks.

"Damn you, damn you all!" she cried.

She beat at the young man, seeing only the red rage of her hate and frustration. He was stunned at first, reeling back from the attack. Coming around, he pummeled Betty with his opened hands, knocking her to the ground then bringing one foot swiftly down and sending his sharp-toed boots crashing into her ribs. The blow was enough to send the woman rolling away like a log, clutching her stomach and gagging from the painful blow.

David was up to her, pulling on her hair, dragging her back. Betty howled with more range and pain, struggling, her heart racing as her asscheeks flattened against the concrete floor.

Pulling her to the middle of the floor, David dropped her, taking a cat-o'-nine-tails Jack had handed him from a green metal cabinet. Betty saw the hideous Medusa-headed thing in the boy's hand and cried in terror.