The roped schoolgirl's rape

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Ohhh, baby, baby, good hot pussy! Yeah, man, hotter'n this afternoon. You were right – uhhhh – right, Gus. This one's somethin' special."

"Yeah, kid. Thought so the first time I laid eyes on her ass."

Ginny had no energy for growling or gasping now. All her being seemed focused on her cunt. It was pinpointing all attention around the pistoning rod of prick meat in her guts.

"Fuck it, baby, come on, fuck it."

Ginny's flesh glistened with perspiration. She rolled her eyes up, catching sight of the rope trembling under the fucking movements.

"Soon, kid?"

"Yeah, yeah, soon!"

Justin was huffing, his breath catching every now and then when Ginny's cunt snapped shut on his cock. The girl felt his fingers scraping painfully along her ass cheeks now. He had nearly raised her from the stool. His upper legs and groin were hammering hard against her, his prick fucking faster and faster into her sucking, dribbling cunt hole. Ginny fought for air! Her eyes bulged out and her nostrils flared and burned with what oxygen she could suck in. The noose was even tighter now, the rough hemp leaving a long pink circular mark around her throat. It was such a combination, the rope nearly killing her, Justin's cock fucking like a trenching tool into her pussy. The room was spinning, growing more and more blurry as Justin fucked her like an animal.

"Noooooo!"

It was happening! Just was stopping, his cock throbbing and beating its wild cumming rhythm against her cunt. She saw the young athlete throw back his head, his Adam's apple working up and down against his throat. The veins stood out against his forehead while his lips worked together, saying nothing. The rope tightened. And then Ginny felt his slimy cock cream filling her throbbing cunt slit. Justin's cock shaft slopped back and forth while gobs of jizz shot in.

"Fuck, Jesus fuck, I'm doin' it, man, fillin' the slut up."

Justin's voice was strained as his prick shot up and stayed buried all the way in Ginny's pussy. The girl let out a matching hoarse cry, every inch of her body bucking and milking his fuck rod, it seemed. She felt her cunt lips wetting down with the sharp jets of jizz. Justin was going crazy under her, his body rubbing up hard against hers. Vaguely, dimly Ginny caught sight of something moving around behind her. It was Gus. She remembered what he had said about kicking the stool from under her. She felt the stool moving as he placed one foot against the bottom rung.

Half-blinded by her own cum, the teen realized with horror that the stool had been kicked from under her ass with one violent shove. She heard it rattling against the floor. Almost immediately the rope choked her, the inch-thick hemp hanging her. The explosive throbs and pulses in her pussy seemed to increase as the rope cinched around her neck. Ginny fought for air, her hands flailing wildly about. Justin was oblivious to her plight, his eyes a closed as more and more jizz burned into her cunt lining. At one point Ginny felt the back of her hand bang against Gus' thigh.

"Here, bitch."

Something hard was in her palm, the switchblade! For one wild instant Ginny thought about plunging the knife into Gus, then Justin. But the noose around her neck became the target for the blade. Twisting her hand up and around, Ginny guided the knife to the jiggling rope above her. Oh, it seemed to take so long! She jerked the switchblade back and forth, feeling the movement of the knife through the noose strangling her. Her arm muscles ached as panic settled like a cold fog over her heart. She had to move quickly, move quickly, or surely she would pass out from lack of air!

"Uhhhhhh!" she gasped.

The girl sawed frantically, making guttural sounds from the effort. Ginny heard the rope parting as the blade sawed deeper and deeper into the hemp. Justin was still cumming, fucking his prick deep into the girl while gripping her thighs. A ring of blackness clouded her vision. The blade finally cut through! Immediately she felt the noose loosen around her windpipe while the rope draped around her shoulders. She pitched forward, the weight of her body nearly knocking Justin to the ground. The young stud held firm, however, bracing himself while finishing the blonde teen off with three more powerful fuck thrusts.

It had been too much! Justin left her lying there on the floor, dumped like a useless sack of shit on the cold concrete. Quickly, Ginny reached up, her fingers clawing at her throat as she slipped the horrid noose from her neck.

"Come on. Let's get the little slut cleaned up before turnin' her out," Gus suggested, grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her back out the room.

There was no pretense of nicety, no desire to help her along. Gus pulled her the way he would have pulled a dirty sack down the hall, her legs trailing behind her, her one arm dangling uselessly to one side. What was the use of standing up? What was the use of fighting back? She felt exhausted, drained, emotionally and physically beaten by their horrible actions. Gus pulled her up, hugging her closely to his body while cupping her ass cheeks in both his hands. It was horrid, the same horrid grip he had given her before ass fucking her. She felt his hands digging into her ass cheeks, the fingers scraping along her ass crack. He was working her asshole lips together, grinning hellishly at her.

"And we only just begun. Inside," Gus said. He pushed her forward toward a door at the side of a white-walled room. Ginny stumbled, raising her hands to sweep the hair from her face. The aches in her muscles from having been fucked in such grotesque ways, plus the near hanging she'd barely escaped, numbed her for the moment. The girl tripped and fell sprawling on her hands and knees on a tiled floor just inside a raised sill. Big hands gripped her shoulders and pushed her forward, over more tiles until the teen found herself lying in some sort of gutter or depression. There was a distinct odor. Shaking the fog from her mind Ginny realized she was inside the men's room on the other side of the wrestling room. The slight depression she was in was the urinal. The trough led downward on either side, small metal drains now rusty near her.

"That's right, baby. You're a toilet, a real toilet, and we're gonna show you what we do with toilets."

Ginny watched as Gus and Justin positioned themselves in front of her, spreading their legs, bending them slightly at the knees. Each one was holding his limp prick loosely near the crown. How odd it was not to see either of these men sporting their long, thick cocks fully hard. Ginny scooted around, her legs sliding out of the piss trough. The smell around her was sour and pungent. Thank goodness the toilet hadn't been used for some time. The tiles were warm and dry and the stench rising from the rusty drains was mild.

Gus was first. He twisted his fingers around his fat red prick head, his thumb caressing the slit just under his double-lobed prick tip. One drop, then three, then a small trickle of yellow began seeping from his cock head. Then the stream became stronger as he bent, his knees yet farther forward, his legs spreading wider apart. The horrid stream of piss bounced off the stained tiled wall behind Ginny. The girl flinched, feeling the hot stinging spray of piss spatter onto her back and neck. She began crawling out of the piss-trough. But Justin blocked her way, raising one foot and threatening to kick her face if she made any escape attempt.

"Uhhhhhh," she moaned.

Gus grinned, directing his twisting yellow spray onto her face. Ginny screamed, raising her hands and putting them in front of her face. She had taken the full brunt of his piss on her nose and chin, some of the yellow drops swung into her mouth. She gagged, feeling dry heaves clench her belly and chest. Turning her head away, the terrified blonde teen felt the stream now on her thighs, now on her belly, the spray warming her flesh. The stink spread. A pulse leaped in her throat. The terrible heat of that stream was making the girl ill.

"Oh baby, baby," Gus moaned.

Ginny covered her mouth, feeling the sour bile rising in her throat. No, no, she wouldn't vomit. They would probably make her eat it if she did.

Another spray, this one coming from Justin! He began pissing on her hair, moving the spray to her ears, over her cheeks. Ginny cried out, sliding one hand around to the side of her head to protect her mouth from his piss. Gus had almost gone dry.

"Gonna reload," he said.

Gus moved away from the urinal as Justin took his place, smiling as he moved his piss stream down to her cunt, pissing on her cunt mound as if it were a flat rock. Ginny let out an anguished cry of disgust, dropping, both hands immediately to her pussy to protect her pussy lips from this violation. It was what Justin wanted. Just as quickly, he jerked his hands up, moving the spray immediately to her mouth and eyes. Ginny found herself swallowing the awful piss, the spray stinging her nostrils and eyes. She jerked back, the back of her head striking the wall behind her and nearly knocking her out. Her spread legs stretched out in front of her as she sank into the piss gutter. Around her, the girl could hear the urine gurgling down the rusty drains as more stench rose like a dreadful cloud around her.

Gus was drinking water from a glass, nearby. When he returned, he gave a filled glass to Justin who downed it quickly.

"You ain't gonna forget tonight so easy. And this ain't everything."

"Oh no, no, don't – don't! Not more, not any more!"

Ginny thought surely she would collapse from the drain on her emotions! What kind of men were they?

"Uhhhhhh!" she gasped.

Justin held her by the hair, jerking the strands from her scalp as he'd done earlier. This seemed to be one of his favorite pastimes. And Gus stepped up, pissing again. The more Justin held her by the hair up from her flesh, the wider Ginny opened her mouth. It was here that Gus directed his spray, spattering her lips with the urine first, then moving the stream down until he was pissing directly into her mouth. Both men could hear the swirling of the urine as it swished around her molars, her tongue, the back of her throat.

Ginny gagged and coughed, closing her throat as best she could to keep the vile liquid from reaching her stomach. She felt the piss swirling around her tonsils, some of it spilling out and dribbling down her chin to her belly. They were using her as a toilet. The stench now of piss in her mouth rose to her nostrils. She groaned and gasped but couldn't twist free of Justin's terrible grip on her hair.

"Man, oh, man, pissin in this ones's a real trip, man."

Gus went dry again, shaking the last few drops off against Ginny's face. The girl felt Justin let her hair go. Turning around, she held onto her belly, spitting out the foul liquid into the gutter.

"Uhhhhh!"

Justin cut lose, pissing into her hair once more as she doubled over and held back the vomit trying to reach her throat. She was almost unconscious to the pissing this time around. They had dragged her through the muck. Any more was almost superfluous. Justin emptied his bladder, shaking the last few drops against her spine, then placed one booted foot against her ass cheeks and shoved forward. Again the girl found herself sprawling forward, her hands sliding out in front of her, gliding over the piss-slicked tiles. She rubbed her mouth and nose in the filth.

"Okay, baby," Justin said, glancing at his watch.

Gus looked down at his, also, pursing his lips together.

"Yeah, gotta get this slut outta here. The cops'll come out soon if they see the lights on. Don't want 'em nosin' around and out about this."

Ginny pushed herself up from the muck, her tits hanging heavily from her upper chest. She let her long piss-stained hair all around her ears, curtaining her flushed, shamed face. If there had been a hole deep enough, the girl would have crawled into it to hide her shame.

"Man, somethin' rotten stinks around here," Gus said, putting his hands on his fat hips and laughing at the humiliated teen.

"Come on," Justin said more compassionately, stepping back as Ginny crawled farther from the urinal. "Let's clean her up and get her out of here." Both men took the dazed, stunned girl from the lavatory, moving her through the empty room to another behind. There in the shower they scrubbed her like a farm animal, warning the girl not to say a word.

"You do, and we'll make what happened to you seem like a nun's picnic," Gus warned, pinching her ass as he shoved her under the hot water spray.

Ginny stared at him, her blonde hair clinging to her face and neck. The water felt good, washing off all the piss and sweat and cum that had nearly baked itself onto her body. Passing her fingers shakily through her hair, Ginny wondered how on earth she was going to get home. Surely her torn clothing would attract attention, even this late in the evening.

"And I wanna tap that little slut friend you got – Cindy, I think its her name," Gus said, twisting the rusty knobs and turning off the water. "I'll call you when I want you both to come over. You get 'er down here any way you can. But we're gonna have ourselves a real party, understand? A real party."

Ginny half heard what Gus was muttering about. All she cared for was to leave the school, get out of his grip any way she could. Justin handed her the rags that had been her clothes. Fighting back the tears, she draped her ripped blouse and torn skirt around her body, doing the best she could to cover herself. Ginny was still a little stunned, still dazed from the violent treatment and fucking she'd endured. But the girl did the best she could to be coherent. She wanted to make certain she was in complete control of her faculties when she came home. God only knew what her mother would think and say if she were to find her daughter creeping into the house in rags!

"Okay, I'll drive her home."

Justin guided the girl out of the school, leading her by the hand across the broad athletic field to a blue Mustang parked on the side street. All the time, Ginny kept taking deep breaths of air, feeling herself coming back to reality. She had endured much. Gus had fucked her in the ass after having beaten her badly. Then the two of them had forced her to nearly hang herself while Justin fucked her half-mindless topped the evening off by pissing on her, literally kicking her into the gutter and letting Ginny know what they thought of her. Sitting in the car, she turned from Justin, shading her eyes, feeling the tears and confusion flow. She had lied to them all the time. Ginny had enjoyed the pain, the abuse. She had cum harder when the men were the most brutal. She shook her head, resting her forehead against the smooth cool glass of the side window. Justin lumbered into his car, turning on the engine and pulling away quickly from the curb. Ginny wondered what time it was. What did it matter? They sped the few blocks to her house, the lights and houses becoming a mindless blur. She found the car stopped in a few minutes.

Clearing her head, the girl peered through the side window and found herself staring at the front of her house. All the windows were dark. Mother had gone to bed without suspecting a thing. Ginny smiled, aware that the situation didn't merit that kind of reaction. Her mother was snoring peacefully in her room, unaware that her daughter had been fucking her brains out that evening!

"See you later," she said.

Justin had been silent, unfriendly as he pushed her from the car, then slammed the door behind her before pulling away from the curb slowly. Ginny stood there alone on the lawn, the leaves of the old twisted oak rustling in the breeze. She felt the wind separating her still damp hair. They had scrubbed her like a pig. Again the teen smiled, putting one hand to her lips to keep from laughing. Turning, she walked quickly to the house, feeling that same sexy rub of her cunt lips against one another that had gotten her into trouble in the first place. The keys, thank goodness she still had them! Her blouse was starting to come off as she turned the lock in the door, and pushed her way into the kitchen.

"Thank God!"

It was quiet. Only the steady clicking of the grandfather's clock in the living room broke the silence. Carefully Ginny locked the door, gathering what was left of her blouse and holding it over her tits as she tiptoed through the kitchen, down the hall and into the living room. No, Mother had gone to bed, all right. There was the old television guide, flipped open, lying by the television set.

Ginny climbed the stairs, moved past her mother's bedroom, then finally slipped back into her room. She sighed a breath of relief. Closing her eyes, she leaned heavily against the door, opening her mouth and gulping in large lungfuls of air. Then tentatively Ginny moved one hand up to her throat, feeling the chafed area where the rope had rubbed against her flesh. Justin and Gus had tried to kill her with that noose. And she had loved it, loved feeling Justin's cock fucking through her pussy, jabbing up her cunt to bang off her cervix, while Gus had kicked out the stool from under her. She had climaxed while the air was being choked from her!

Gus had said something about bringing Cindy with her the next time – next time? Ginny moved away from the door, crossed the room haltingly, then through herself over the bed, burying her face in the pillow. She could still feel their hands, their cocks, their piss.

And there would be more. Strangely enough, Ginny was looking forward to it. A normal girl, she thought would have been running for the police. And yet – well, she would think about it tomorrow. Perhaps then she could sort it all out.