The roped schoolgirl's rape

CHAPTER NINE

"He wants to meet me tonight?"

Ginny nodded, sipping the last of her milk from the small canon. Several kids, around her were squeezing through the chair-lined aisle in the cafeteria, chattering excitedly about the dance tomorrow night.

"Wow – Justin – the two of you and me? That sounds really freaky, Ginny."

Cindy leveled a steady glance at her friend, shaking the brown hair from her eyes.

"You don't have, to come. I told Justin I didn't think you would."

"You said that?"

Cindy was watching her closely, her forehead wrinkled in annoyance. Ginny affected a slightly bored expression, gathering up her half-eaten sandwich and stuffing it back in the paper sack.

"I said I thought you would think coming here at night would be too kinky. I don't know," Ginny said, shrugging her slender shoulders. "I just said I'd ask, but not to expect anything."

Ginny was surprised at herself. She was turning into quite a little liar. Beneath her cool exterior, the girl was feeling herself fall to pieces. It had been nearly three days since her encounter with Gus and Justin. She had had to wear high-collared blouses and dresses to hide the light pink chafe marks that were only now starting to fade. The welts and marks from belt beating were pretty much gone. But the emotional scars still remained. At night, the and turned, her body on fire as she dreamed of Justin holding her, fucking her while that terrible noose choked the wind from her lungs. And Gus figured into her dreams, that awful, ugly fat body of his cornering hers, weighing on top of it while he beat her into submission.

"I don't know," Cindy said.

Justin had called her last night, the sound of his voice over the phone making her hair stand on end. He had told her to bring Cindy tonight, any way she could. At first Ginny refused. She more than guessed what kind of night it would be. But then came all the threats and Ginny finally caved in. Oh oh, she wished she were stronger! She wished she could stand up to Justin and Gus. But then she thought of the delicious feelings she had had during that night of terror. Something evil, something Satanic in her moved when Justin spoke. And she agreed to lure Cindy into their proceedings.

"Come on Cindy," Ginny said, edging up to her friend and giggling. "It's something else getting… you know, fucked by Justin." Ginny rolled her eyes up, shrugging her head between her shoulders and giggling once more. Cindy's eyes lit up as she squirmed excitedly in her chair. She looked around suspiciously to make sure no one heard them.

"I guess so. You'll come with me? I mean, it's my first time and all."

Ginny smiled, feeling somewhat superior to her friend.

"Sure. No problem. I'll meet you in front of the school, at around nine. Okay?"

Cindy nodded, biting her lower lip in excitement.

"I can hardly wait," she confessed in a shaky voice. "His prick's eight inches long?"

"Maybe longer," Ginny said solemnly, nodding her head.

"Doesn't it hurt or anything?" Ginny shrugged again. "At first. But then he started sucking my cunt and all what and – oh, there's that janitor again."

Ginny saw him staring at her and Cindy, smiling that awful leer of his while working on one of the overhead lights.

"I know. Come on, let's get out of here."

Ginny felt as if she were betraying her very best friend in the world. But then something told her Cindy would quickly find pleasure doing this. All the rest of the school day, Ginny could hardly sit still. Her heart beat quick as she stared at the clock, praying the minute hand would move more quickly. At home she could hardly look at her books let alone read them. She had told her mother there was a dance committee meeting that evening at school. Her mother, trusting her, said little, only telling her to be careful in coming home.

"Oh, God!"

The lies she had been telling, and the lies she would continue to tell! It was a little after eight-thirty when Ginny could no longer stand the waiting. She was chewing her nails, feeling her cunt tighten like a fist then swell open, hot and ready. She was trembling when she took the freshly washed cotton panties, then slid them up her naked legs. She snuggled the crotch band against her cunt, feeling the soft rub of the material against her sensitive pussy lips. Oh, how her knees shook and knocked against one another at that light touch. Only now did she realize the extent of her heat. No wonder she worked so hard at getting her friend to school. She would have done anything for Justin, anything to have him fucking her again. The girl closed her eyes as a particularly powerful spasm passed through her pussy. The pining, the beating, everything added to her arousal.

She felt tingly and excited. Though she had suffered so severely and wonderfully at their hands only three days earlier, the girl felt expectant, hungry for Justin's and Gus' weird kind of affection Justin had treated her like dirt. Yet yesterday in the hall he had hugged her, slipping one hand around her waist and down to her ass when he thought no one was looking. Ginny had struggled weakly against him, her books tumbling to the floor while her papers scattered around the corridor. Justin had only laughed, biting her neck, telling her, "There's more where that came from."

"God!" she moaned.

Tonight would be the night. She was afraid of him and Gus. Yet she couldn't keep her thoughts about sex from taking over her brain. It was as if she were possessed by some horrible devil. She adjusted the elastic band around her narrow waist, wondering who would be pulling the panties down tonight.

"And don't forget, dear, if it's later than ten-thirty, take a cab. I'll pay for it," her mother called from downstairs.

"Yes, Mother."

Ginny nearly giggled at her mother's concern. But the giggle ended when she thought about Gus and Justin. They were planning something special. She could feel it, see it in Justin's eyes when he grabbed her like that in the hall yesterday. She could hear it in his voice when he talked to her last night about getting Cindy to come down to the school with her.

Ginny glanced at her small alarm clock. It was getting close to nine. She had told Cindy she'd meet her in front of the school by nine. Ginny hurried now, slipping her bra over her tits. The smooth material felt good against her nipples. Who would be biting and sucking them tonight? Both men did such a good job! She liked the way Gus nipped her tit-tips, drawing half her tit in his big mouth while rubbing the flat of his tongue over her nipple. Just thinking about it made her cunt tremble in wild anticipation. Oh, it would be good tonight!

Maybe she was really doing too much this time. She had fallen into that pit of lewd entertainment by accident. Now she was choosing it, dragging a friend into it. And all for the sake of two men who had used her as a toilet. Ginny paused, drawing her skirt slowly up her thighs. Was it an attack of conscience? She turned, looking at herself in the mirror. There was a look of expectancy on her face, a look of smoldering want and lust she couldn't disguise. Thank goodness her mother was watching television downstairs! Ginny shook her head, trying not to think about questions, about morality, about morbid conscience. That was gone, out of the way. All she could think of now was the delight that lay in store for her in spite of or because of the pain!

Ginny stood before her mirror, turning and sucking in her flat tummy until it made a cave under her ribs. She realized how petite and yet how attractive she was. Small, yet with full hips and thighs and tits. Her ass was full, yet compact and well-rounded. No wonder Justin and Gus had been hungering after her.

"God help me!" she moaned.

Hurriedly Ginny finished dressing, tucking her blouse in her skirt and padding down the stairs. Quickly she called good-bye to her mother, then skipped from the door, hearing the screen bang behind her. It was a cool evening, one that made her breathe hard as she rushed down the sidewalk toward the school building.

"Right on time," Cindy said, glancing down at her small, wristwatch. "Where's Justin?"

Ginny could hardly speak. Her excitement was so great, she only took her friend by the elbow and guided her away from the front entrance. There in the basement she could see the familiar glow coming from the janitor's room. Just beyond was the light from the gymnastic area; Justin and Gus were there. She sucked in another deep breath, descending the stone steps to the door.

"Justin?"

Ginny put her fingers to her lips, rapping softly at the metal door. After some time she heard the lock opening, the door puffing back.

"Come on."

Cindy followed, pulling her sweater together around her neck. Justin was there, all right, standing with a pair of white basketball shorts on and that was it! Ginny frowned especially when he closed the door again and stared hotly at her friend.

"In here – came on."

Cindy followed the two of them blindly, looking around at the empty corridors. This was the first time she had ever been in the men's gym, and the sounds and sights of the area fascinated her.

"We'll use the mat room," Justin said.

"Oh, I can hardly believe this is happening! What are we supposed to do?"

"Guess we'll find out," Ginny said honestly, unsure when Gus would make his appearance.

The threesome entered the mat room, a room full of memories for Ginny. She looked about. The noose was gone, taken out before school began the next day, she assumed. Justin had only flicked on one light, barely illuminating the area. It had the atmosphere of a bar she thought, as she began unbuttoning her blouse. Cindy stood next to her, her hands folded together, looking terribly out of place.

"Here, you'll need some help with that," Justin said, taking off her sweater.

When Ginny had slipped off her blouse and started unhitching her skirt, Justin came back, moving behind the brunette and starting to unbutton her garment. Cindy closed her eyes, lowering her head a little while trembling mightily. Cindy glowered at the girl. Yes, she had asked her to come at Justin's command. Now she was watching, as Justin seemed to be more interested in her than Ginny!

"That's it, baby, that's it, relax."

Justin and Cindy were almost in an embrace. The brunette had shed her blouse and skirt and now stood bare-footed wearing only her bra and panties. Justin dropped his head and began sucking on one of Cindy's tits. The girl's eyes shined with excitement while her body bent back to accommodate Justin's move.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Cindy squealed.

Ginny felt her flesh glowing. She wanted to touch him, to touch both of them. Her mood must have reached Justin. The young stud stood up, working his fingers against his cock through his gym shorts. He signaled with one hand for her to approach. Ginny walked over to her friend, very aware of the subtle rubbing of her cunt lips against one another. She wondered if Cindy could see the dark stain of her juices against the cotton crotch of her panties.

"Suck her cunt, man. I dig watchin' women suck cunt."

"What?"

Cindy reared back, her eyes wide. She stared first at Justin, then at her friend.

"Hey, you gotta play by my rules. You're here now, right, Gus?" Justin said.

Ginny felt somewhat unclean when she turned and saw the big janitor standing there in the doorway.

Cindy made a horrible face, covering her tits and cunt with her hands and backing away. She looked accusingly at Ginny. Yes, she knew now, knew her friend had betrayed her in the worst way.

"You – oh, God, Ginny, how could you've done this to me?"

"I couldn't help it," Ginny said, feeling another rush of guilt washing over her. "I just couldn't help it. You'll understand."

"Yeah, you're right, she'll understand," Gus said, almost salivating as he stared at the trembling brunette in front of him.

"Come on, take'em to the other mat room," Gus said with a laugh when Cindy rushed for her clothes and Justin kicked them away. The girl cried out, shaking her head violently. Her cries became more fevered when Gus grabbed her by the wrist and pulled violently. The girl's body snapped nearly in half. Ginny thought she could hear some bones cracking as Gus half-dragged, half pulled the screaming Cindy from the mat room.

"Justin!" Ginny gasped anxiously.

"Come on."

She followed her friend's screams, watching with growing interest as Gus pulled and yanked at the brunette teen, finally pitching her like an old basket of clothes into another mat room to the right.

When Ginny entered, she saw the men had been busy. There were all sorts of devices there. The noose, thank God, wasn't there. But there were several wooden chairs, apparently having been taken from the cafeteria. Crude leather straps had been taken from the walls and thrown on the concrete floor. Cindy was standing there in the center, bent at the waist, still covering her cunt and tits. Gus had ripped her bra off during the struggle to the room.

"Here, drink this. You'll need it," Justin said, pressing a glass of amber-colored fluid into Ginny's hand.

Ginny looked questioningly in his eyes and found no answer. Blinking against the brilliant overhead light, she did as she was told. She felt the chill hit her stomach. And then a strange, almost paralyzing warmth began spreading through her body. Little by little the blonde teen began losing the sense of guilt and horror as to what was happening. She noticed that Cindy was still wearing her panties. But Gus was walking slowly around her like a wolf stalking its prey. Cindy watched every move he made, choking back the hysterical sobs, still glancing at her friend now and then as if begging for help. She wouldn't get it in that quarter.

"Okay, man, enough of this crap."

Gus was all over her in a second, his big arms embracing the squealing, shrieking brunette. Cindy struggled, beating at him with her fists while kicking back as hard as she could. It was almost comical to Ginny as she watched her friend completely stripped, then her ass grabbed and pinched by the vile janitor. Cindy's long brown hair swept over her ass. Then her screams of revulsion turned to cries of pain. Gus was grabbing a fistful of her cunt hairs, twisting them out of her pussy. When he did it again, Cindy yammered for mercy, her body trembling horribly.

"Yaghghhghghhh!"

"Shut up!"

Gus let go, jerking one hand back hard, then backhanding her so violently that the girl's body lifted three inches from the floor. Cindy flew back, her arms cast to either side of her body. Her ass edged out, then flattened as she landed hard near the edge of the mat. She rolled over several times, her arms now together, her legs entangled. The girl had stopped her cries. Now she only sobbed quietly, her body shaken occasionally by a cough or a gagging sound.

"Tie 'er up."

Justin moved to Cindy, dragging the near hysterical girl up from the floor to one of the wooden chairs. He worked silently, ignoring her pleas as he buckled two straps around her body. One kept her ass flat against the seat and pressed against the back of the chair. The other cinched her back to the rear of the device. At first the girl struggled in the hope of breaking free. Ginny watched, knowing that even if Cindy were to break through the straps somehow, there would be no way she could leave without Justin and Gus letting it happen.

"Now you – you get down there and suck her pussy out," Gus said, grabbing hold of Ginny's right arm and hauling her over.

The liquid, whatever it was she had drunk, was making her a little high. Whisky? It was hard to tell. She stumbled over her own feet, kneeling before the trembling Cindy and pitching forward. Gus was holding her by the hair, forcing her head in between the girl's flailing legs. She could feel her ears pressing against the flesh of her friend's inner thighs. Something warm was against her mouth – Cindy's cunt. Ginny laughed, reared back, then pushed forward, sticking out her tongue and remembering how Gus had touched her all over before fucking her ass.

Ginny tasted the odd flavor of Cindy's pussy. It reminded her somewhat of a man's jizz. She stuck her tongue in again, sucking hard while pressing her nose up against her friend's clit. Cindy yammered once more for mercy, snapping her head back and beating her feet against the floor. Ginny groaned. Justin had slipped beneath her and was tonguing her pussy, as well, smoothing his fingers up along her ass cheeks to feel how hot and wet she was. Oh, this was going to be a better night than before!