Chapter 9
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.
