The roped schoolgirl's rape

CHAPTER FIVE

"No! Oh, God, noooo!"

Ginny tried pulling back. But Gus had been ready for her shock. Grabbing her hard by the wrist, he yanked the frantic, teen into the building, kicking the door shut behind her. She heard the double panes rattling in their frames as she pitched forward, barely keeping her balance. Where was Justin? Why had he called her and asked her to come if he wasn't here?

"That's it, baby. Come on, come on to ol' Gus. He wants to have a little fun with you."

Ginny turned around, backing slowly away from the advancing janitor. He looked more loathsome than before. The sweat on his face made him look more horrible. His close cropped graying black hair glistened. His broad forehead wrinkled and the skin around his dark eyes tightened. He hadn't shaved for a day or so. How could the school district have hired such a pig in the first place?

"Justin's around here. He called, and I was right there. In fact, I heard you pantin' away."

"No, no, that's not true!" Ginny said, shaking her head slowly.

"Sure is. Justin's my pal, my buddy at least for a while. I told the little fucker I'd turn'em in, tell the coach he was fuckin' around. Your panties were right there under the couch. I didn't let 'em take 'em away before the coach came back. The kid was frantic. Loves football and all that shit."

Gus rubbed one hand under his chin, peeling off a lose scab.

"Me, I like fuckin'. Fuckin' young stuff like you. Usually gotta pay for it," he said, his voice lowering nastily. "But this time I'm gonna get it free."

Ginny felt her stomach tighten. Justin had sold her, solid her to Gus like some slave just to save his precious high-school football career.

"Where…"

"He's gettin' some stuff ready. I don't like fuckin' in the usual way. Guess you could've figured that out, though."

Ginny didn't want to figure anything out. She looked wildly around, searching for a path of escape. Everything was dark around her. She wasn't familiar with the twisting passages in this area of the school building. She'd be running blindly about with Gus behind her, knowing every square inch of the pathway.

"No, oh, no!"

Now the girl knew what real fear was. The flesh along her thighs and in the crack along her ass crawled. As Gus took one step closer, she drew back, her breath catching. Ginny thought she could hear her heart pounding. Gus looked so big now, much bigger than she'd remembered him.

"Ohhhh!" she gasped.

Gus caught her by the shoulders, his big palms pressing down. Ginny closed her eyes and shuddered, fighting out the sheer desire to scream. He was hurting her, curling his fingers into her flesh and pressing down. The pain shot up to her neck, then down to her back.

"Suck cock, baby? You wanna wrap them lips around my prick and suck me off? Yeah, that'd be good, givin' ol' Gus some good head."

The thought made Ginny want to vomit. He was pressing her down toward the floor. He was going to make her do it. He was going to make her suck his prick!

Ginny twisted away, backing off after Gus lost some of his grip.

"Bitch!" he spat.

He moved, quickly, twisting strands of her hair in his fists Ginny yelped, feeling him tearing strands from her scalp.

"Yaghghhghh!" she screamed.

Her eyelids flickered as Gus jerked her close, his filthy breath pumping in her face. She could smell all that whisky and, tobacco he had consumed. The odor made her want to puke. And this was the thing that was doing to fuck her?

"Suck me, baby, suck me good!"

He tightened his grip on her hair, dragging her back, back past the door and toward the office, where she and Justin had fucked. Muttering something about her being too much trouble, he flung her forward, sliding one leg out to make sure she tripped on it.

Ginny pitched forward, her legs tangling over one another. Her hair flew in her eyes as she doubled over, her palms hitting the polished concrete floor hard. The shock of the blow sent shards of pain through her arms and elbows, the air being knocked from her lungs as she rolled several times and finally came to rest against a door.

"Here," he said.

He was tugging her hair again, drawing her face up against his booted foot so hard that the blow cracked her lower lip. Ginny moaned, able to taste her own blood, and Gus growled again. The horror of what she was now facing surged through her like some hideous new life.

"No, I won't, I won't!"

He stared at her, breathing hard, heavy. The brightness in his eyes was like the hungry fixed stare of a sewer rat. As she trembled, the terror gnawing at her mind, Gus smiled. He enjoyed doing this, watching a woman trembling under his filthy gaze.

Raising one hand slowly above his head, he drew closer, his feet nearly touching hers. Ginny whimpered, tensing, waiting for the blow to fall. He would strike her again and again. She knew it, felt it in her bones. Even as she flattened herself against the wall, drawing her legs up until she was a tight little ball, his hand came down. As before with Justin, she could hear the wind whistling between his spread fingers. There was a moment's silence. And then the blow came, the force knocking her body halfway on its right side.

"Ygaghghhgh – uhhhhfffffff!"

Ginny covered her face with both hands, whimpering softly. She dug her heels into the floor, trying to scoot away from the big man. Gus followed her, raising one booted foot and kicking her hard in the ribs.

"Ooooooffffffff!" she gasped.

Ginny doubled over, her hands instinctively gripping her belly. Gus laughed, raising his foot again and jerking it hard against the back of her neck.

Stars exploded behind her eyes as she fell on her hands and knees. She had to get away. Blindly, the girl scurried from her tormentor, sobbing, shaking the long blonde hair from her eyes. Somewhere in the scramble, her sweater had come off and now lay on the floor. Gus pursued her, letting the girl get ahead of him for a few seconds. He enjoyed this, letting his prey skitter ahead for a while, flushed with the hope of escape. No one would escape from him, he knew.

Ginny stopped, turning around and peering like a frightened animal over one shoulder. He was standing there, his legs spread widely apart, a vicious leer on his ugly face. Nowhere could she find escape. The walls seemed to be closing in on her. She drew back, her head under a water fountain. Oh, if only Justin would come out and discover what was going on, he would help her.

"Justin!" she cried, hot tears rolling down her cheeks. Justin swore something and advanced quickly, his hands stretched out for her. Ginny stifled another scream, half twisting around and raising one shoulder protectively against him.

"You ain't gotta choice, bitch."

He dragged her out from under the fountain, by the wrists, hauling her like a sack of potatoes down the hall to the coach's room.

"No, no!"

"Shut up!"

He slapped her again, backhanding the girl into near-submission. Ginny's body slid backward on the slick floor, her head knocking hard against the hard surface. She lay there, arms spread to either side of her body as if she were about to be crucified. Her dress had ridden up to her knees. Weakly she thrust her arms down, her fingers trying to pull down the hem of her skirt modestly below her knees. At that point, she watched Gus unzip his fly. Then he pushed his pants below his knees.

Ginny saw his cock, big, thick, ugly, his dark purple prick tip pulsing with excitement. The knobby vines knotted around his cock shaft. His balls were taut, drawn to the upper portion of his sac. The image of a blade formed in her mind as his cock quickly swelled to its full heat and hardness. She wanted to touch his prick, feel it. And yet her mind was telling her it was awful for her to feel this way. The blows must have knocked the sense from her.

"Yeah, we're gonna have ourselves a real hot time tonight."

Ginny sobbed, pressing her spine against the wall. She clenched her fists, pressing them against her thighs. Her cunt trembled. The thought of having him fucking her, fucking her, after she had had that wonderful experience with Justin in the room, sickened her. Ginny made a face, turning away from the standing janitor.

But Gus wasn't about to be put off. He reached down, curling his fingers around the top of her blouse, and tore down. Ginny struggled, her hands fighting his. But the teen was no match for the janitor. Gus ripped her garment open, tearing the material apart, then jerking it from her body. Next came her skirt. Ginny skittered back on the floor, beating at the ugly man with both her fists. Her blows only made Gus laugh. He dropped to his knees, pushing her back hard while fumbling with her zipper. She heard more tearing, ripping sounds while he muttered something about her zipper sticking. He gave up, joining his hands together near the front of her skirt then rapidly pulling them apart. The plaid material ripped down. In a moment Ginny had been stripped. She lay there on the cold hard cement floor, cringing away from Gus, clad only in her bra and cotton panties.

"Yeah, yeah, that's a good start."

Once during their struggle Ginny had felt his prick brushing up against her arm. It had been as if someone had touched her with a hot iron. She shrank away from it and Gus, praying he'd drop of a heart attack or something.

"Okay, suck it, and suck it good. You try anything, baby, like bitin', and I'm gonna knock that pretty head of yours all around this fuckin' room."

Gus had her on her knees now, her ass cheeks resting uncomfortably on her heels. His pants were gathered around his ankles, while his cock stood out thick and hard. Ginny wrinkled her nose. She could smell the sour, thick odor of his unwashed crotch. But Gus was gathering more of her hair in his fists, pulling at the strands, making her shudder with pain as he drew her face closer to his crotch. When she drew back, he yanked up on her hair, lifting her ass from her heels. Ginny cried out, shaking her head, indicating with a nod that she wouldn't fight him any longer.

"Suck!" he demanded.

Opening her mouth, the girl closed her eyes. A hard pulse leaped at her throat. She swallowed once, then parted her lips a little farther. Ginny could feel something very hot brushing over her pouty lower lip. Then Gus was saying something, moaning while rubbing his cock back and forth over one cheek. She could feel his prick sliding up to her eyes, then into her hair before slipping back to the area around her mouth. He was toying with her, watching her revulsion as he rubbed his prick back and forth against her face. When she shivered too much, the janitor yanked up on her hair, tearing yet more strands from her scalp. Finally he centered his prick head in front, of her mouth. Ginny blinked open her eyes and saw that his cock was about to plunge down her throat. She quaked, her mind rioting with mixed emotions as Gus tensed his thighs and drove in.

"Mmmmfffffff," she choked.

"Ohhh, yeahhhh. It's been a fuckin' long time since I've had head. Head, baby. That's what's it's called. Givin' good head. And you've got a nice, hot tight little mouth. Probably just as tight as your cunt or ass."

Ginny coughed, gagging from the thick hunk of hot cock meat throbbing in her mouth. The veins felt like warm worms squirming down past her lips. Gus only fucked three or four inches in and out of her mouth. He enjoyed peering down, watching his spit-slicked fuck rod sliding in and out, in and out between her thinly stretched lips. His balls swung back and forth, hot, tight with cum wanting to boil out.

"Come on, come on, move that fuckin' tongue around my – ohhhh, yeahhhhh!"

Again Gus jerked up on her hair, giving her commands and tearing at her if she didn't respond fast enough. Ginny flicked her tongue around the groove separating the double lobes. Gus liked that. He shivered, leaning forward, caressing her head while giving her more inches to suck and chew on.

"Come on, baby, tighten up those lips! Oh, yeah, yeah, milkin' my prick just like that. Fuck, baby where the fuck you learn somethin' like that? Justin give you lessons that good?"

Ginny bobbed her head back and forth, feeling the silky sweep of her hair against her shoulders and arms. The girl flicked her tongue more frantically, drawing it down as far as she could, until she curled it around, the arrow-shaped head of Gus' prick.

"Now, go for it, baby. Gonna throat you. Gonna give you it all."

Ginny barely heard what he was saying when she felt his fingers cupping the back of her skull. He was holding onto her, his palms pressed against her ears, flattened against the sides of her head. Then he shoved down, his knees bending slightly and banging against her face. More cock was sliding into her mouth. Ginny swallowed the spit that threatened to choke her. More and more cock head slipped in, sliding over her tongue, past her molars, past her tonsils, going down until she could feel his prick head banging against her throat.

"Nooooofffff!" she cried.

Gus wasn't about to stop. He held her tightly, pressing his hands so tightly, the girl thought he would surely crush her skull. In and out now, in and out, the full eight inches piledriving into her mouth. She could feel the soft slap of his balls against her chin.

Gus shoved forward, keeping his crotch pressed hard against her face. Ginny moaned, trying so back away, feeling dizzy with the lack of oxygen. He was cutting off her air with his prick. She jerked her hands up, pressing her fingertips against his overhanging belly while trying to twist her head away. She had to get some air. Surely she would die if he kept his prick buried in her throat like that!

"Ohhh, yeahhhh, baby, baby, suck that fuck rod. Come on," he sighed, closing his eyes and tending his spine back a little. He rubbed his crotch up and down, flattening her nose against his groin while his cock hairs bristled in her flaring nostrils.

Finally he relented, backing away. Inch by thick inch, Gus slid back until only his prick head rested on her lower lip. A thin pearly drop of cum oozed from his piss-slit and dropped onto her tongue. She tasted it, that salty, bleachy flavor of jizz.

"Man, there's more where that came from. And you're gonna get plenty of it."

He pushed her back, wiping the tip of his fuck rod against her mouth. Ginny felt awful. She had committed a terrible thing, had sucked a man's cock. And it was this man, this horrible man who was forcing her to do it.

The girl could feel that familiar warmth down between her thighs. There was something inside her, something responding to his cruelty. She could feel that dampness in her cunt and her clit began stiffening, the surrounding silky flesh. No, Gus must never know how, hot she was becoming.

"Over on your belly."

To emphasize his command, Gus slipped one toe under her ass, flipping the girl to one side. Ginny sobbed, wiping a tear away from her eyes as she obeyed the man mutely. She rested on her tummy, glad that at least for a second or two her tits and cunt were tucked away from his leering gaze. She rested one burning cheek against her right arm, staring off in the darkness, wondering where on earth Justin had disappeared.

What was that? She could hear the rattle of the long, metal buckle of his belt as he took it from his pant loops and twisted it around his fists.

"Please, oh, no!"

She tensed, her smooth round white ass cheeks trembling under the thin cotton of her panties. Her knees knocked together. Stories of men who tortured girls before killing them raced through her mind as Gus' gigantic shadow cut across her body. She felt so small, so frail, so pushed into the dirt as Gus towered over her.

"Bitch!" he spat.

Gus braced himself, his arm cocking in the air like a catapult. The thick black leather sizzled through the air, hissing more loudly than his fist had earlier. It came down hard, smacking dryly across both ass cheeks. Ginny had never felt anything so stinging, so hot before in her life. She opened her mouth, her lips twisting apart as a howl came from deep inside her.

"Yaghghghghhh!" she screamed.

She jerked forward, her arms shooting forward while her knees jerked apart. She started to get up, bracing her hands on either side of her body. Gus stepped forward, placing his right heel between her shoulder blades and shoving down hard. Ginny slammed against the floor, her chin striking the concrete so violently, she thought her jawbone had shattered.

Again Ginny shrieked, the leather belt curling around the bottom swell of her left ass cheek. A hot stinging sensation bit along her cunt lips, nipping into her clit while her asshole winked open and shut.

"Good and hot. Gonna warm up them ass cheeks good and hot with this mother, then fuck the shit outta 'em."

Ginny was certain he would. And then God only knew what would happen to her.