Chapter 7
David twisted her cunthairs again, pulling them from her
pussy while stroking her thighs with the cold black leather of the
riding crop. Then the young stud pushed his face deep between her
tits, twisting his head around and sucking on her aching nipples.
Betty cried out, her legs shaking violently and nearly
tearing the leather bonds keeping them fastened to the floor. She
could feel her fuck juices running like molten lava.
"Man, man, she's hot," David said.
"Like a Goddamned griddle. She'll burn up your dick if you
get a chance to stick it in. Man, she cried, David, when I fucked
her," the coach said.
David moved around to her ass, biting her flesh, sliding the
leather crop around her thigh. Then he backed away. Betty
couldn't see him. But she saw his shadow on the floor to her
right, cast there by the light bulb overhead. She could see that
awful arm cocking back, getting ready to strike. She clenched her
teeth, watching as the shadow cut across her body. And then there
was the bite of the whip, the kiss of leather hissing against her
flesh. The strands smacked dryly against her right asscheek.
Betty's body snapped forward, prevented from going any
farther by the restraints. She twisted her wrists in them,
bobbing up and down with short, jerky movements as yet another
stroke carried the leather to the inner curves of her tight
asscheek. A third blow yanked her asshole out of shape, sending
lewd, hot streamers of pain up her spine.
Betty hated herself, hated herself for giving into this vile
young man. First the electricity, then this! When would it end?
"You know, bitch, there's somethin' I gotta tell you," David
said in a husky voice. "Your fuckin' daughter ... she's been with
me, man. I fucked the shit outta her."
It was a lightning revelation to Betty. She wanted to scream
"liar" at him, but Annette's sulkiness, her jumping whenever the
phone rang, everything in her recent attitude suddenly made sense.
Rage filled the woman as she jerked futilely against her chains,
screaming.
"Looks like you stepped on a sensitive nerve, David," Coach
Robinson said.
"Man, she's gotta know. I'm gonna have some of the guys
bring the little bitch down here when they come down for the late
workout. Gotta see the two of 'em together. Bet it'll be one
helluva show."
"Leave her alone! Oh God, leave her alone!" Betty cried.
She couldn't stand to think of Annette going through something
like this, especially in front of her.
David brought the crop down again against her asshole, the
resulting pain ending Betty's screaming for the moment.
"Man, hot ass, hot everything," David muttered.
He dropped the crop for a moment, opening his Levi's and
letting his fat prick tumble out. Betty stared at his cock as he
walked around to the front again, working his fingers up and down
the stiffening prick. He had fucked her daughter with that thing?
No wonder Annette was upset, Betty thought. And now they were
going to drag her here.
"You'll never get in. The school guards--" Betty stared to
say.
"They ain't gonna notice nothin'. Coach here's taken care of
them lettin' us in the back way without thinkin' twice. They're
old men. We'll get around 'em. Yeah--gonna be a real show."
Betty couldn't help herself now as she stared at that massive
cock poking out between David's halved Levi's. She felt her
nipples, sore and throbbing, puckering into stiff points in spite
of her horror. Her big tits were flattened somewhat by the
extension of her trussed-up arms. David let his pants drop, the
fat, long cock jutting toward Betty.
David picked up his crop, winding the top thong around his
wrist. Betty's spirits sank. He was going to hit her again. He
walked in front of her, riding crop trailing across the underswell
of her tits. Then, with a quick, savage movement, David slashed
the crop across both nipples. Betty squealed, seeing bright
yellow flashes explode in front of her eyes. Her tits bounced
from the impact, each vibration sending more and more pain into
her brain. Her right nipple felt as if it were half-torn from her
tit.
David smiled grimly at her. Then he slashed a broad X across
her belly.
Then he went a little wild, hitting down under her kneecap
with the middle of his crop. Betty jerked as if the coach had
touched her once more with the electrodes. David moved around,
beating the leather against her soles, sending rushes of
incredible pain up her legs. Her head sank back and her mouth
opened. Again and again David brought the black leather against
her ass making sure the crop bit into her gray/pink asshole flesh.
Betty wanted to beat her fists against him, against
something! But there was nothing around. Instead she let the
cuffs slice into her wrists.
The leather smacked dryly again and again. Her ass was on
fire. There were times when Betty thought her skin was splitting
from the repeated blows.
David stopped hitting her with the crop, turning the
instrument around and shoving the rounded handle into her ass
hole. Betty's face blanched, her nostrils flaring as she felt
that awful thing slide up her shitter. Her belly quaked while the
woman made harsh, gagging sounds. No, no, he was tearing
something back there, stretching her asshole with that riding
crop! The woman screamed, her body quivering as three inches of
the handle made their way up into her bowels.
"Man, you think she's loose enough back there to take my
prick?" David asked.
"Doubt it, David. Look at the way she's carrying on. You'd
probably have her bringing down the security guard if you ass-
fucked her now."
The stud twisted the crop around in her asshole, until Betty
thought her shitter would rip. Just then, she heard the sounds of
more people outside.
"Just the others, baby," David said, smacking her ass
lightly, then yanking the crop out.
Betty felt as if he'd pulled out a fistful of assguts. She
shivered, stretched there between the floor and ceiling as David
went through her purse, pulled out her driver's license, and gave
her address to two of his buddies who stayed outside the door.
They tried peeking in, but David was firm.
"Bring the slut's daughter down here. Then you can have all
the fun you want with her. Me and the coach are workin' on mom
over there."
They disappeared in a hurry. Betty felt her heart sinking as
once more she thought of her daughter and what was about to befall
her.
"Oh God, not Annette, not her, not my daughter here," she
sobbed.
"Christ, I'm gettin' fuckin' sick and tired of listenin' to
her mouth," David growled, striking Betty once more across the ass
with the crop.
"Then let's shut her up." Coach Robinson walked to one of the
cabinets and pulled out a large red rubber ball. Two straps led
from the sides of the ball while two thinner ones dangled from the
top. He moved around to the front of the stretched woman. "Open
your mouth."
Jack shoved the ball in, rolling it back until it was nearly
pressing up against her molars.
Betty swallowed hard, able to taste the pungent flavor of the
latex. Coach Robinson pulled the side straps around her cheeks,
fastening them at the back of her head. The two straps he
threaded on either side of her nose, slipping them around the rear
straps and securing them firmly over the buckle. Betty worked her
tongue around the ball, pushing it forward a bit so she could
swallow more easily. Her jaws hurt already from being stretched
apart so far!
David experimented with her, bringing the crop down hard
across her asscheeks. Betty screamed, but the gagging ball
prevented her from doing anything more than making muffled cries.
"That's better, man. She was gettin' on my nerves with all
that fuckin' yellin'," David said.
David resumed poking the crop up Betty's ass, watching her
face as he twisted the instrument farther and farther up her
shitter. Betty tried pushing her knees apart. But the restraints
on her ankles and the bar overhead prevented her from doing much.
When he had shoved nearly four inches of the rod up her asshole,
the young boy stopped. He slipped one hand around her cunt and
found to his delight that Betty was still juicing.
She shamed herself again. She should have been terrified,
screaming her head off, sobbing. But instead she was getting hot,
showing them all that no matter what they did to her she was still
in heat against her will.
"Bitch. Still wants a good fuck," David muttered.
"I'll show you one way to warm her up until she's practically
percolating in front of you," Coach Robinson said. "I wired her
up over there. I'm not going to do that now. Too much trouble."
He walked to the cabinets. "But here's something you can use
that'll give you an idea what she was like."
It was a dildo--a long, pink dildo with shiny metal strips
wrapped tightly against the pink latex. It gave the instrument
the shape of a strange barber pole.
"Be sure you don't touch the metal when you switch it on.
Hold it here," Jack said, tapping one finger at the base of the
latex prick.
"Man, she's gonna get one hell of a fuck with this mother,
huh?"
David did as he was instructed, holding the dildo carefully
in one hand while switching a tiny button on with the other.
There was no sound as there had been with the transformer. There
were no sparks, nothing to suggest there was anything different
going on. But Betty, as she looked down horrified at the thing,
knew it was going to hurt her as much as the electrodes had.
David spread her hot, slick pussy lips apart, hesitating for
only a moment, then pushing the head of the dildo in.
Betty felt her cuntal muscles spasming down on the invading
dildo. The first metal band hadn't touched her yet. She sucked
in air and held her breath until her eyes swam. They would surely
kill her with the games they were playing. David twisted more of
the dildo in. Betty grunted. Heat flashed up from her crotch to
her asshole and nipples, making them throb obscenely. He twisted
in another inch. And then the first metal band came in contact
with her juicy cuntal flesh.
Betty strained against her bonds, her toes and fingers
curling until they cramped. It was like having a million tiny,
sharp teeth nibbling into her clit and pussy! She let out the air
with a muffled gusting sound as the voltage shot up her cunt.
That thing couldn't possibly have the amperage the transformer
had. But there was still enough electricity to make the woman
bounce against her chains. David laughed, fucking yet more of the
dildo into her.
He nearly had all nine inches of the thing in her, the metal
bands searing the walls of her convulsing pussy. He was making
her cum, and cum hard. The electricity was doing crazy things to
her cunt. The muscles were contracting, relaxing, then
contracting again. Betty wanted to kick her legs free. All she
could do was pull them hard against the leather straps and feel
the resulting cutting sensation against her ankles.
David started fucking that thing back and forth in long,
slow, stroking motions. The voltage increased then decreased,
depending on how far he lucked the dildo in and out.
"Hey, Coach, she's cummin'. I mean, she's really poppin'
off, and I don't think she can stop," David said, pleased with his
work and pulling out the dildo and handing it to the coach.
"Don't worry about it, David. This one's hot. I don't think
she's going to give up cumming for a long time," the coach said,
rubbing his prick through his gym shorts.
"Man, gotta fuck this chick. I ain't gonna stand here and
watch her pop off without my cock in 'er. Her daughter was a hot
fuck. Bet this one'll top even that," David said, grabbing one of
the nearby chairs and dragging it over to Betty.
Betty watched as David slipped the chair in front of her,
then climbed atop the seat, his fat cock still wagging like a
flagpole in front of her. Stretching his thick-muscled arms over
her head, he began unfastening the straps--first the left, then
the right. The sudden release of tension from her arms made Betty
slip back, her heels crashing to the floor. David caught her just
in time, rubbing his hands freely over her ass-cheeks, then
slipping the chair around behind the hot, frantic woman.
The bonds still kept her ankles fastened securely to the
floor. When Betty bent her knees and sat in the chair, she
realized immediately a large hole was cut in the center of the
seat. Her asscheeks puckered together, sagging toward the floor.
She started to rise, but the young stud shoved her back down.
"Ain't no mistake, cunt. That's the way it's supposed to
be."
Coach Robinson brought out that awful electrified dildo
again, this time having mounted it on a long two-inch diameter
pole fastened to a small round stand.
"Thought this would keep you company while you're waiting for
your daughter," Jack said, positioning the dildo under the chair.
Betty's eyes widened when she felt the smooth plastic
cockhead rubbing up against her ass. The dildo was pressing up
against her cunt now, forcing the outer swollen cunt lips in.
Betty tried jerking up in her seat. But David only shoved her
down roughly by the shoulders. In a moment, the fat plastic cock
had forced its way back into her cunt hole, stretching her pussy
walls apart and burrowing deep into her body. Betty let out a
long groan of defeat, her head snapping back.
"Here, come on, David, can't let her arms go free like that.
No telling what she'll do," the coach said.
Betty swallowed hard behind the gagging latex ball once more,
her blue eyes moving from side to side. More rope, this time
cinched around her mid-arm. She sighed gratefully that David and
Jack had decided not to chafe her wrists any more. The young stud
slipped the rope three times around her arm, securing both arms
with double figure-eights. Coach Robinson switched the battery on
that electrified dildo, sending a current into her pussy.
"I think she likes this, man. She's diggin' gettin' reamed
out more by that thing than by us," David said.
"Let's see how much more she enjoys this in the end," Jack
sneered.
"Man, this time I wanna hear the bitch," David growled,
reaching around and unfastening both sets of straps and popping
the ball from Betty's mouth.
The woman turned her head around and spat out foul-tasting
spit, shuddering as the current from the dildo began pricking her
clit more and more.
"Groove it on, man, fuck her in the ass. I did that to her
daughter, and she was hungry for cockmeat up there."
"No, no, you didn't!" Betty cried, horrified at the news.
"Annette would never ... never let something like that happen!"
David laughed, jacking his cock a little, then crawling up on
her knees. Betty groaned from the playful weight of his body on
hers. In a moment he was standing on her thighs, his feet
crushing her. Bending his knees slightly, he wiped his prick
across her eyes, her nose, her forehead.
"Man, she couldn't get enough of my prickmeat. If I wasn't
so fuckin' tired that night, I could've fucked 'er till daylight."
Coach Robinson slipped under the seat, his cock now hard and
hot, jutting up from around the stretched legband of his white gym
shorts. Betty shivered again, feeling his hands sliding around
the armrests of the chair and touching her belly.
"You're going to have a woman's dream come true--fucked in
all holes, and at once."
"No, no, no!"
David's cock in her mouth proved a more effective gag than
the ball.
