Making Slaves Of Schoolgirls
by Paul Gable


FOREWORD 

The onset of puberty inevitably brings with it the dawning awareness of 
sexuality, of a child's inherent masculinity or femininity, and the struggle 
to put that sexuality into proper perspective with internalized standards 
and parentally prescribed teachings. 

For some, the transition occurs with relative ease. For others, the change 
is marked by tension and anxiety, and a growing awareness that their world 
is not shaping up as expected. 

For Tina Murphey, a young girl experimenting with her newly awakened 
sexuality, the change from childhood to womanhood is difficult and filled 
with anxiety. In her confusion about her sexual natures and true desires, 
she finds herself hurried along by a weekend of rape, torture and 
degradation. 

MAKING SLAVES OF SCHOOLGIRLS is the story of young girls searching for the 
meaning of sex, struggling to mature, and then finding themselves abused at 
a time when tenderness is most essential. It is a novel about the difficult 
transitional period through which we must all go. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Tina Murphey pushed her slender fingers through her blonde hair, peering up 
through the latticework of the steel pipes. It was so hot down here in the 
school basement. And all around her Tina could hear the hissing and clanging 
of the old pipes. Steam rose from the rusty joints of some, giving the air a 
musty odor that made her shiver. She rubbed her fingertips briskly along her 
goosefleshed arms, curling her toes, wondering when Joe was going to come 
here. They had set this place as a secret meeting place where they could 
talk, something they couldn't do at school or at home. 

Tina shivered again, feeling that funny spot between her long white legs 
grow hot and tense all over again. The tingling electric shock that made her 
thighs tighten made her pussy muscles quiver when she touched them. 

Touched them? Tina let out a nervous giggle, looking around as if sumeone 
could read her private thoughts. She had been turned on by Joe, feeling as 
if he could read her mind when she found herself staring at him all the time 
in American History class. He was so strong, so handsome. They had made 
tentative communication with one another. And once or twice he had slipped 
his hand around her waist, implying more would follow if only they had the 
place. Tina bit her pouty lower lip at times like those. 

She was still a virgin, a good girl, as her mother was proud to say. The 
fast ones around school had the fun, she thought, but also had their 
reputations ruined. She would be real careful with Joe, however. Tina had 
promised herself that when she felt all those delicious sensations race 
through her young body. No one would know she was seeing him, and thinking 
about fucking! 

"Hey, you, what the fuck are you doin' down here?" 

Tina nearly jumped from her skin. Wheeling around, she gripped the warm 
metal handrail around the boiler and peered into the semidarkness. It was 
Dirk, the head janitor at the high school. Tina made a little frown, 
stepping back while unconsciously moving one fluttering hand up to her 
throat. He had a way of staring at her that made the teen feel like filth. 

"I ... I was waiting for someone," she said, her voice thin and tight. 

"For who? The president? Everybody's gone upstairs. You're supposed to be 
gone too ... 'less you're plannin' a little hanky-pank, huh?" 

Dirk's face was one big leer. It was amazing how horrid he could look when 
he wanted to! It was bad enough staring at him with that wretched scar 
running across his face, that somehow made his short-styled haircut more 
severe. He had his greasy thumbs hooked over his belt now, and his baggy 
gray workpants pulled tight against his crotch. One sweep of the eyes told 
Tina his cock was getting hard! God! He wasn't wearing shorts! 

"No. Nothing like that." Tina's face was flushing red while she searched for 
words. "It's ... it's a kinda surprise ... the prom. We thought we'd meet 
down here where it's quiet and...." 

"Ha! You're lyin'. Can see that in your fuckin' face. You're meetin' some 
dude down here 'cause you thought nobody's around. Well, I'm around, and I'm 
gonna get a piece of the action." 

Tina's eyes rounded as she stepped farther back. She didn't like the way 
this conversation was going. She eyed the steep ladder to her left. She had 
come down that way. She would go up in the same way. The meeting with Joe 
would have to wait. Tina stepped in that direction, finding her way blocked 
by Dirk. 

"Like I said, you ain't goin' anywhere 'til I say so," Dirk growled, his 
voice thickening as he pawed at her. 

Tina let out a little cry, backing away, striking her lower back hard 
against the handrail. Dirk was coming at her, with that awful grin still on 
his face. How could this be happening to her? How could she be enduring 
something like this? Tina shook her head from side to side, backing away, 
one hand stretched behind her, searching for something to hit him with. 

"No ... no, don't you touch me," she warned, shaking her head. "If you touch 
me I'll scream." 

"And who's gonna hear you-your friend? Whoever he is, you'll be long gone 
from here before he comes and finds you." 

"No!" 

Tina made a dash for it, her sandaled feet slipping on the metal grating. 
Dirk caught her left wrist, twisting it up and around until the girl thought 
the tiny bones were breaking. She screamed, her knees buckling out from 
under her as she crashed to the floor. 

With a dull thud, Tina struck her forehead against the side of the boiler, 
the blow stunning the girl for a moment. She felt someone pulling at her 
arm, realizing that it was Dirk dragging her away, her feet tangling with 
one another as her legs bumped over the catwalk. 

"Oh no, don't, please ... I'll pay you anything! My parents have money!" She 
pleaded, fear knifing into her heart. "Just don't hurt me!" 

Dirk pulled her still, swatting down when she tried twisting away from him 
until he had her on the brink of another set of ladders. Peering down Tina 
could see there was another level-this one leading to the sumps. The roar of 
the machinery was deafening here. She thought her ear drums were going to 
pop as Dirk reached down and forced her up, bracing her against the handrail 
and forcing her to look down. She could see hissing pipes and turning gears 
all over the place. They meant nothing to the terrified teen. All Tina could 
think of was how a wonderful mysterious meeting had turned into a hell! 

"Down you go." 

He was forcing her down the stairs, kicking at her ankles with his black 
leather engineering boots, trying to pry her fingers off the metal rails. 
Tina struggled back against him with all her might, pushing her ass up, 
trying to keep her footing. But he was pushing her too hard, knocking his 
hands against hers until Tina found herself pitching forward, her hands 
flailing in front of her while her feet slid from the steps. She tumbled 
forward, striking her head several times against the rails, then finally 
crumpling into a half-conscious heap at the foot of the stairs. 
"Yyyeeeooowww!" 

Dirk scrambled down quickly, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her 
from the ladder. The sharp, knifing pain in her scalp brought the teen back 
to her senses. Tina screamed, twisting her head from side to side, jerking 
her arms up while scratching wildly at his fingers. She could hear him 
laughing at her, his heavy breath panting against her face as he dragged her 
farther and farther into the basement. She kicked her ankles painfully 
against something very hard and cold, her sandals flying from her feet. Tina 
could feel her dress tearing in places as the big man pulled her along, 
cursing and swearing at the teen. 

A door slammed! Suddenly Tina was plunged into darkness. She could hear Dirk 
shuffling around her, his feet banging into loose, heavy things in the room. 
There was a clicking sound. Then the room was bathed in a dim, yellowish 
light. It was then the girl saw that he had torn his stained shirt from his 
chest and had begun opening his trousers. Tina drew back, crisscrossing her 
arms in front of the torn bodice of her dress, and tucking her legs under 
her pert ass. It was difficult for her to breathe as she watched the man 
like a trapped animal, her fingers clutching and unclutching, pulling at the 
dirty material of her dress as she wondered where Joe was. Surely, he was 
the only one who could save her now from this madman. 

"Now, we get down to business," Dirk said, licking his chops. 

"Don't you ... don't touch me!" 

Tina's voice was a tight whisper, her scalp crinkling with raging fear as 
she lay on the floor. Looking around her, the blonde teen saw the room was 
quite small-perhaps a storeroom that had since been abandoned. There were 
things hanging from hooks on the cement block wall, things Tina couldn't 
recognize at first as she lay there cringing under the big man. 

"That's about the only thing I'm gonna do to you." 

He reached down, his paw-like hand resting heavily on her shoulder as he 
gathered the blue cotton material of her dress in his hand, then ripped it 
from her body. Tina screamed, her fingers wildly trying to hold on what torn 
portions of her dress she could. But it was impossible. He was all over her 
like some filthy slime, pulling the material from her chest and her thighs 
until she wore only her bra and panties. Dirk paused for a moment, running 
his fingers through his hair while smelling the soft cotton dress hanging 
loosely from his fingers. 

When he threw it down and crushed the remains under his boot heel, Tina drew 
back, her half-naked ass scraping over the concrete floor. She jerked her 
head around, staring at the shut door behind her. Would she have enough time 
to reach it, to open it, to run up the stairs and out into the street naked? 
Dirk guessed her thoughts, stepping in front of her, the heel of his right 
boot stomping hard on her fingers. 

"Owwwww!" 

Tina thought he had broken all her fingers. She screamed, doubling over, 
trying to jerk her hands out from under the crushing sole. Dirk laughed, 
grinding his boot harder against her knuckles, watching as the young girl 
swung her body from side to side, crying out in increasing agony as she was 
certain he was breaking her fingers. 

"Now, you know I'm for real, right bitch?" 

"Owwww, no, no, nooo!" 

Grabbing a fistful of her silky blonde hair again, Dirk shoved her face down 
against his other boot, crushing her lips against the cold leather. Tina 
could smell something awful coming up from under his shoe and gagged, 
feeling the sour bile rising up in her throat. Dirk pulled his boot away 
from her fingers, bringing his knee up against her chin and knocking her 
back against the cold wall. 

He had knocked the wind from her with that blow, sending her crashing 
backward, her arms and legs flying apart. To her shock, Tina felt her cunt 
clenching in spasms. For a moment the teen thought about being impaled by 
that man, raped here in the filthy of this underground room like a rat. She 
was afraid still, but feeling something else quite different shooting 
through her veins like fire as she watched him come at her again. 

"Nothing like a good, hot fuck after school. Settles the nerves, right?" 

"No, no, you don't know what you're talking about!" Tina cried. 

"I sure do," Dirk said, loosening his trousers, then shoving them down fast 
to his ankles. 

Tina jerked back, her eyes rounding even more as she saw a thick-veined, 
meaty hunk of cockmeat spring up and stand out from his hairy crotch. She 
was speechless with horror. Tina had seen pictures, of course, in sex 
education classes. But this thing was way lots bigger than anything she had 
ever seen in those dumb books! Her lower jaw slackened while a pulse leaped 
through her throat. 

"Open mouth, huh? Wanna swing on his mother before I stick it in you?" 

"No, no, I won't let you do this to me! I won't," the girl sobbed, clenching 
her fists and pressing them hard against her thighs. 

It was all bravado. What could she do against someone this big and strong? 
The door was locked. They were alone! The disgust over what was going to 
happen to her overcame her initial fear. And when Dirk bent down to scoop 
her up from the floor, Tina scratched at his face, screaming and shouting 
obscenities at him while scrambling up and lurching toward the door. Her 
fingers grasped the handle, desperately pulling at it while Dirk ran his 
fingers over his cheeks to make sure she hadn't drawn blood. 

"Bitch!" 

Tina screamed at it, beating her tiny fists against the unyielding steel as 
she heard the janitor lumbering up behind her. Roughly he encircled her 
waist with one arm, jerking her away from the door, then flinging her like a 
pile of dirt to the floor. When Tina tried to regain her footing, he raised 
one foot up, kicking her hard in the belly. 

"Oooofff!" 

Dirk threw himself on top of her, his hands wrapping around her wrists, 
holding her arms pinned to the floor while his knees forced her legs apart. 
She could feel the hot throbbing cock meat burning against her thighs, then 
rubbing up farther until it was poking against her panty crotch. The 
sensation was shockingly delicious! Tina stopped her fighting for a moment, 
sucking in air through her flared, burning nostrils, feeling Dirk moving his 
hips against hers. Then she could feel that fat prickhead rubbing up against 
her panty crotch once more, pushing the silken material up into her pussy. 
Sparks seemed to fly into her cunt, making the tiny muscles cramp up again 
in delightful pleasure! 

Against her will, Tina found herself sighing happily, actually wanting Dirk 
to treat her a little more roughly. In another moment she could feel his 
greasy cockhead poking at the elastic legband of her panties, forcing it up 
until it was touching her clit. Tina jerked as if someone had touched her 
with a live electric wire, her legs moving up and encircling Dirk's thighs 
lightly while he moved in for the kill. 

"Little slut," he panted in her ear, working his hips urgently around. "You 
want it bad, real bad." 

He was biting her right ear lobe, squiggling his tongue in her ear canal 
while moving his hands up to her tits. When he had both cupped around her 
tit mounds, he pulled her bra apart, tearing it from her body. Tina 
screamed, especially when he dove between her tits, then began licking at 
the nipples while still dry fucking her. It was better and worse than 
anything she ever could have imagined. 

And now his fingers clutched at the underside of her cuntal mound. Tina 
sucked a deep breath. He was so heavy, so violent. He wanted to get her 
panties off to fuck her. The thought of it frightened as well as excited the 
teen. At first she tried everything she could to discourage him. 

But Dirk was muttering at her again, pinching her flesh, grabbing small 
fistfuls of her skin and squeezing them between his callused fingers until 
she squealed in pain. Tina soon learned to keep her mouth shut, squirming 
under the pain, begging him in a sniveling voice not to hurt her and knowing 
he would do everything he could just to do that. 

He had his hands down around her hips now, feeling the swell of her narrow 
hips. His cock had slipped lower, almost under her cuntal mound now. To her 
shock and dismay, Tina knew she had soaked her panty-crotch as well. She 
could feel the way his cock pumped against the covered crack. Ohhh, that 
cockhead was shoving the material up between her pussy labes again. The 
sensation made her bite her lower lip once more as she rocked her hips from 
side to side. Dirk felt the move, knowing what was happening inside her. He 
grunted with approval. 

Tina felt the tickle between her thighs grow more and more urgent. It all 
felt so slick down there. And when she realized he had torn her panties to 
one side and was going to fuck her, the girl went wild, at first embracing 
the janitor, then doing all she could to push him away with her hands and 
feet. 

When she flattened her palms against his chest, threatening to beat his face 
if he didn't let her go, Dirk backhanded the teen twice, his knuckles 
bruising her chin. 

Tina's head snapped back, banging hard against the floor. She groaned, 
knowing it was useless to fight this horrid man. He was grabbing at her 
panties, pulling at them, tearing the soaked cotton cloth from her thighs. 
In a moment only the elastic waistband remained around her hips as she felt 
the mounting thrill invading every nerve ending of her body. 

"Want it bad, huh? This bad?" 

Tina blinked her eyes open, finding herself staring at a four-inch blade in 
front of her. She screamed, her throat growing dry while her brain froze. He 
laughed softly at her, brandishing the weapon in front of her eyes. Tina let 
out a shuddering breath, her belly muscles tensing while her cunt boiled 
over with increasing lust. 

Dirk was still hunching, moving his cock up and down the full, furry, jagged 
length of her pussy. He was purposely keeping his cock directly over her 
clit, making the tiny organ sputter and spark with the wet rub. When he 
began tracing a thin line around her cheek, Tina was certain he was going to 
scar her just for his kicks. Her eyes went wide while she ground her teeth 
together, waiting for the painful shock of the blade into her flesh. 

"Now, I don't like messin' up my prick. You a virgin?" 

"Y ... y ... yes," she stammered, sniveling once more. 

"Thought so. You're gonna make love to somethin' else then before I ram this 
mother up your cunt." 

Dirk pulled away. The shocking, buzzing sensations that flashed through her 
mind disappeared for a moment. Tina sighed, knowing this was only a respite. 
More would follow, she guessed, before she would be allowed to limp back 
home. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"What are you doing?" 

She gasped as he ran the point of the knife along the sole of her right 
foot. Her toes curled. If she hadn't been so frightened, the touch would 
have tickled rather than terrified her. 

"What does it look like?" 

Dirk held the knife easily. Quickly, he slicked a thin line across her right 
calf. Tina screamed, trying to flinch away from the sharp pain. 

"No, please!" She pleaded, thinking her ass sphincters would give way and 
she would disgrace herself in front of this horrid man. 

Dirk was slicking his lips and pumping his cock with one hand while moving 
the knife around her body with the other. When he drew the point close to 
her cunt, Tina jerked away, rolling onto her belly. She wept profoundly, her 
body shaking as if she were having a fit. Again and again the teen couldn't 
believe this was happening to her. 

"Wanna get fucked in the ass?" 

Tina bit her lower lip, refusing to answer that one. In a moment she felt 
something cold pressing against her asscheek. It was the knife tracing the 
full, plump line of her asscheeks, then coming to rest in the warm moist 
cuntal valley between. Bracing her arms to either side of her body, Tina 
pushed herself up, her ass high in the air the way Dirk wanted it. He was 
holding the knife flat against her jugular vein now, rubbing the sharp edge 
at times against her flesh. Time and time again the big janitor threatened 
to slice it open and fuck her to death while she bled in his arms. The more 
he threatened her, the louder she sobbed, still feeling that hot, tight 
feeling throbbing through her cunt. 

"Uh!" 

Tina felt the wet, sticky line of her pussy crack slowly unstick as her 
knees slid apart more and more. That awful knife traveled down now around 
her neck, past her jutting shoulderblades and down her spine. When it was up 
against her shitter, Tina let out another cry, feeling her sphincters 
shudder at the touch. 

And when Dirk moved the knife back down to her cunt and traced the tip 
around her cuntlips, Tina felt her labes contract as her pussy sucked in 
air. Again a cold, shocking chill froze her wet cuntslit from her cut down 
to the bottom junction of her outer labes. He was doing terrible things to 
her, raping her with that knife, rocking the blade down until the cold steel 
was rubbing against her clit. The room seemed to be spinning around as she 
arched her back, offering her cunt eagerly to the janitor's stare. 

"Yeah, a slut, a real slut. You're goin' for it, baby, goin' for it real 
hard. Ain't too many like it this early in the game." 

"No, no, you're lying!" 

Tina tried denying the obvious, hanging her head down, pushing back while 
Dirk knelt behind her. Looking up, she could see his image in the shiny 
boiler plating in front of her. He was stroking that long, thick cock that 
stuck straight out from his groin while he moved the knife around more and 
more. She let out more sighs, the tip of the knife cutting into her clit 
folds. The searing, hot pain was inseparable from the thrill of the direct 
contact between her pussy and the cold steel. 

When it looked as if she were really fucking back, he pulled the blade away, 
holding it once more against her throat and scraping the sharp edge against 
her flesh. Tina let out another cry, certain he was going to cut down into 
her windpipe. 

"Owwwww!" 

It had happened so fast the teen had no idea what was going on. Dirk had 
spat on one palm, greasing down his cockhead before throwing himself onto 
her back and gripping her hard around the hips. He shoved down and forward, 
his groin banging against her ass while his cockhead pressed hard against 
her shitter. She heard the knife falling to the floor near her. For a moment 
Tina thought about picking it up and swinging the blade around, stabbing the 
steel deep into the attacking janitor. But once again, Dirk was faster than 
she was, jabbing his cockhead against her shitter, lifting her knees from 
the floor with the force of that blow. Tina's eyes bulged, her mouth opening 
while nothing but air shot past her front teeth. Then with a sudden, 
mind-blasting shock of agony, the head of his prick found her. Tina yelled 
and screamed, feeling the blunt head pressing against her virgin asshole. 
Her cunt winked shut, then blew out a puff of hot air. 

"Take it, bitch! You're a piece of shit, and I'll feel your shit on my 
cock." 

He jabbed again, his fingers clawing at her belly, tearing at her flesh as 
if he were going to rip her skin from her bones. The tearing, stretching 
pain made Tina feel as if he were ripping her body apart. The binding pain 
radiated quickly from her asshole to all parts of her body, making her belly 
and thigh muscles harden until they cramped while her upper arms knotted 
tightly. 

Tina's face reddened, her cheeks quivering while she felt that huge, hard 
cock shove up against her wrinkled asshole flesh once more. The muscles felt 
as if they were tearing from the pressure while her knees left the floor 
once again. Tina cried as he savaged her, her long blonde hair sweeping over 
her whitened knuckles. The girl screamed louder and louder, her throat 
starting to hurt while another inch of the janitor's prickmeat buried itself 
in her asshole. 

"No ... uhh ... nooo!" 

Tina coughed, spit gathering in her throat and threatening to choke her as 
the pain increased. Dirk was beating one fist against her right side, 
slapping and knocking her while cursing and shoving more of his cockmeat 
into her ass. He stopped for a moment, wiping his forehead against her 
flesh, then pulling his cockmeat out a few inches. She felt as if he were 
pulling out yards of her ass guts right now as he jerked his hips from side 
to side. His fingernails clawed at her thighs once more as the pain shot out 
from her asscheeks a second time and lodged deep between her tits. Tina 
thought she would have a heart attack as she knelt there, mounted by the big 
janitor, and fucked deep in her ass. 

Then Dirk moved again, flexing his thighs, pushing his cock down into her a 
second time. Now he didn't stop, forcing the full ten inches of his cockmeat 
all the way into her bowels until he had his balls pillowed up against her 
ass. 

Tina gasped, feeling the hard prick buried all the way up in her belly. It 
was so odd having something that hot and long rummaging around deep in her, 
making her cunt so very, very hot and wet. Things had changed in her mind, 
the terror having gradually been replaced by an excitement that made her 
cunt experience tremors of need. 

He was pushing her down toward the floor, his weight making her knees scrape 
painfully against the concrete. But it all didn't matter to her. The young 
teen loved it, inviting more of his torture as he pile drove into her ass. 
She squeaked, her cunt going into tremors of need when he started pulling 
his cockmeat out. When Dirk shoved it back in her once more, the teen 
thought his cock would come out of her mouth. 

Dirk pulled his cock out halfway, moving his thighs up and making a little 
room between his body and Tina's. 

In a blinding flash, the girl felt the shocking chill of the knife once more 
against her pussy. Tina jerked downward, her elbows collapsing as she 
thought the world was entering her cunt. Never had she felt anything quite 
like this in her life. Even when she was playing with herself at night she 
couldn't have brought herself up to this point. He was fucking her hard now, 
his belly slapping regularly against her asscheeks, making them shiver and 
slap against one another with each forward fuck thrust. Her belly was filled 
as if she had just downed five hamburgers while her tits slapped together. 

Tina thought her belly would split open as the heat from the nerves in her 
asshole sent streamers of weird need sparking down to her clit. She wanted 
more cock in her ass. As shocking as the thought was, Tina knew she would 
love it if he would slap more cockmeat into her, making her shitter burn 
with the friction of being fucked hard. 

He stopped once more, working his hips around, stirring that hunk of hard 
muscle around like a spoon before pulling out. Then he was back to fucking 
her hard, the speed of his ass-ripping prick increasing. Tina squeezed her 
asshole, thinking the hot friction of his fucking cock would set her ass and 
cunt on fire. Heat bit into the sides of her throbbing clit. 

Dirk laughed at her, drawing the knife back and forth against her throat, 
then bringing the tip down until he was gouging the sides against the 
rounded tops of her asscheeks. Tina knew he was cutting her ass in tiny 
cross-cross patterns. But right now she didn't care. All that mattered were 
the delicious sensations racing through her, taking her breath away. The 
feeling in her cunt was building up fast, becoming as important as the prick 
pistoning in her asshole. His fingers clawed along her body, reaching up to 
her tits and squeezing them until her nipples throbbed in time with her 
stimulated clit. 

She couldn't take it any longer. The delicious sensation of climaxing was 
hovering over her like a dark cloud, pressing her down nearly as hard as 
Dirk did right now. The stretched, tearing ring of her shitter drew all 
sensation and attention from her body as she sagged under Dirk's pounding 
weight. 

The big janitor grunted behind her, his cock pulling out and sucking her 
guts down. Only the fat, meaty head of his prick remained in her clutching 
asshole for the moment. Tina felt it tugging at the tender lining of her 
shitter, urging her insides out. It was the wildest feeling she had ever 
experienced in her life. She hunched her ass back and forth in fast, wild 
strokes. It was just what the janitor had been waiting for. 

"Take it, bitch! Take it! My meat's shootin' off inside you!" 

Tina's cunt snapped shut on the knife, the blade cutting shallowly into her 
cuntlips as she felt spurting masses of the janitor's cum splatter into her 
asshole. Her asshole wrung at his prick as she convulsed, her body 
collapsing onto the floor. Dirk reached down, holding her up, pumping his 
cockmeat into her hard, then leaving it lodged in her shitter while more and 
more of his spunk pumped up from his dangling balls and coated her asshole. 

Tina felt the hot jizz oozing from her shitter, dribbling down the backs of 
her thighs. And when the knife touched her clit once more, the girl came 
apart, her body jerking up against his as if someone had planted explosives 
under her body. She was cumming, her clit spasming and throbbing while she 
backed up against her vile rapist. Yes, she was hot, wet, clenching, her 
shitter clamped tight around the pumping prick while her cunt snapped shut 
against the knife. 

When she blinked her eyes open, the teen found herself sprawled on the 
floor, her arms out to either side of her body, and her legs spread wide 
apart. 

"For somebody who don't like to get touched, you sure put out like a little 
slut. I think I'm gonna use you around here for more," Dirk said, wiping his 
mouth with the back of his hand. 

She tried pulling herself up, falling back to the floor with exhaustion as 
her asshole winked shut wetly with another cuntal spasm. She had degraded 
herself in front of this filthy man. He had shown her a part of herself she 
never would have guessed existed until now. Again Tina tried to pull herself 
up. At that point the girl felt Dirk press the toe of his boot against her 
neck, pushing her back down to the floor. 

He had hitched his trousers back up, buckling them tight, then strode over 
to where she lay. Tina cried out, her hands jerking out from either side of 
her body while her chin cracked against the concrete. Her head spun from the 
force of the blow while her neck ached from the pressure. Tearing open her 
mouth to breathe, the teen discovered to her horror that she couldn't draw a 
breath! Tina scratched her nails against the floor, breaking three as she 
tried to shake the harsh weight from her body. "Noooo!" 

Somehow the girl managed to get out the complaining wail, pushing herself up 
once more and keeping her head above the floor. Dirk moved his foot to one 
side, bringing the edge of his boot up against the girl's mouth. Tina tasted 
something awful! Wrinkling her nose, she shrank away from the foul boot, 
gagging and wiping her mouth with one hand while scrambling away from the 
sadistic janitor. 

Dirk was laughing and watching as she scurried from one corner to the other, 
her hair hanging in front of her flushed face, her tits slapping together. 
Tina was half-hysterical, hardly in control of her senses as she desperately 
searched for some corner she could hide in. 

Dirk watched for a few more minutes before rushing for her. Tina screamed, 
crossing her arms in front of her face and falling back. Every muscle in her 
body tensed as she waited for the worst. 

"Uh!" 

He struck her several times with his closed fists, beating her about the 
elbows and upper arms until the girl fell to her right side, twitching under 
the rain of blows. Blinking her eyes clear, she saw Dirk was standing some 
distance from her, with something dangling from his left hand. He had 
stepped away for a moment, having fished what appeared to be rope from 
somewhere. Again Tina looked desperately at the door, hoping she could hear 
something, some indication Joe was there. If she did, she would shout the 
walls down and scream for help. "Owwww!" 

He jerked one hand from behind her back, forcing her to hold both wrists 
together while he slipped the half-inch line around them. Dirk fixed the 
rope in a double slip-knot, cinching the hemp so tight the girl winced at 
the pinching sensation that followed. He was rolling her back onto her 
belly, grabbing both her ankles and bending her legs back until her toes 
touched his fingers. He roped her feet together in much the same way he had 
tied her hands, cinching both her bound ankles and wrists together. 

Tina winced in pain, trying to keep her shoulders up from the floor to keep 
her back from snapping. Her body was a large, agonizing U, her tits flat 
against her upper chest while the teen sucked in lungfuls of air to help 
steady her nerves and ease the pain. 

What happened next was worse than any beating or kicking she had so far 
endured from the janitor. The room had been dark enough so Tina couldn't see 
everything in it. Now, half twisting around to the right, she rolled her 
eyes up and saw a long double-linked chain hanging just above her lower 
back, with two eye-hooks slipped through the last links. Dirk grabbed the 
ropes binding her wrists and ankles together, making the girl cry out in 
pain. At times Tina thought he was going to snap her spine in half as he 
attached the ropes to the eyehooks, then moved quickly to the wall where he 
began turning something the girl later found to be a ratchet. Almost 
immediately her body began to tighten and rise from the floor, her wrists 
and ankles drawing more closely together. 

"Ahhhh, no, noooo!" 

Tina shook her head, jerking in the ropes, then finding the best thing for 
her to do was remain motionless as the janitor began lifting her slowly from 
the floor until she swung some twenty inches from the concrete. Her tits 
hung against her upper chest while the blonde teen gasped for breath from 
the pain. Looking up, Tina saw Dirk testing the ropes, then making her 
bounce in her bonds until the line cut into her wrists and ankles like 
knives. Tina let out a sob, hating herself for showing him this kind of 
weakness and knowing there would be more to follow. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Tina hung there like a piece of meat, her spine throbbing and cracking while 
her arms nearly pulled from their sockets. A cramping pain ached up and down 
her thighs, making the young girl cry out in agony. Sweat glistened from her 
body as Dirk approached her with two adjustable wrenches. Without saying a 
word, he knelt down next to her, opening the top of one greasy wrench, them 
moving it to her right tit. Looking down with rounded eyes, Tina saw him fit 
the head against her nipple, then start to twist the small screw at the top. 
He was closing it! In a moment she could feel the small ridges of the head 
biting into her tit tip. She cinched her eyes closed, biting down on her 
lower lip until she could taste blood. No! He was still twisting it, 
watching her face, waiting for her to scream! Tina's head wobbled, her 
tongue wagging out while her nostrils flared. The thing was crushing her 
nipple like a berry, and still Dirk twisted the screw. She could hold out no 
longer. "Owwww!" 

The teen threw back her head, jerking her body painfully against the bonds 
holding her captive. Letting go, Dirk watched as the wrench bobbed along 
with her hanging tit, the head biting agonizingly into her nipple. Tina 
yowled and shrieked, hoping the thing would let go. But the wrench clung 
obscenely to her distended nipple, sending streamers of continual pain 
shooting into her brain. And then Dirk moved around to her other tit, 
opening the wrench, sliding the head up to the free nipple, and then closing 
the top until the steel began crushing the tit tip. 

Tina thought she would faint. The awkward position she was hung in, the two 
wrenches crushing her nipples-everything made her gasp with agony. Dirk 
stood there, pleased with what he had done. Then moving to a small green 
metal cabinet he slipped one hand in, then pulled out a rattail file. When 
Tina opened her eyes again, she saw him holding it in front of her nose, 
rubbing it in front of her the way he had stroked his cock before fucking 
her ass. Tina shook her head. No. No. 

"Now, it's about time you lose that cherry," Dirk said with a leer. 

"No ... not with ... with that!" 

Tina jerked around again, moaning as she tugged vainly against the ropes 
holding her. They were cutting into her wrists and ankles while the wrenches 
seemed to tighten against her crushed nipples even more. Tina was aware of 
everything-the touch of those horrid tools against her tits, the ropes 
pulling her arms and legs back, the breaking sensation in her back. And now 
he was moving behind her, standing between her pulled-back and spread legs, 
laying the file up against her ass and starting to rub it back and forth. 

Tina groaned, feeling the cold ridged steel chafing her smooth flesh. He 
moved it along her asscrack like a prick, sliding it down until it was 
rimming her cunt-smeared shitter. The girl let out a cry, feeling the pointy 
tip starting to slip into her asshole. She wished she could pass out, so she 
wouldn't have to endure this horror. 

But the faint wouldn't come. Instead Tina remained terribly alert, her 
forehead wrinkling while streams of perspiration streaked her lust-bloated 
face. Dirk moved the file down to her pussy now, until he was pressing the 
pointy end against her cuntal slit. Tina jerked, her thighs flexing, and the 
muscles ridging against the white flesh. Tina cried out, tearing open her 
mouth, yowling like a frightened cat and begging the janitor again and again 
not to hurt her in this way. 

Ignoring her, Dirk gripped the rattail file firmly by the wooden handle, 
twisted it around, then started pushing it into her cunt. 

Tina snapped her head up and down, feeling the slow, painful entry of that 
thing into her pussy. The muscles cinched shut on that invader for the 
moment, milking it, refusing to let it slip into her hole any farther for 
the moment. Dirk let go, watching with amusement as the file bobbed up and 
down, clenched by the girl's overheated cunt. 

When a puff of air blew out from her wet sucking pussyhole, the janitor knew 
it was time to slip it in once more. Tina shouted as he shoved yet another 
inch of the cold, hard file into her cunt. When the tip touched her cherry, 
the young teen let out another series of harsh cries. She twisted her wrists 
around in the ropes binding them, feeling a trickle of blood staining the 
line. No. No. She couldn't lose her cherry this way, not to that thing 
reaming her cunthole out. 

"Now, baby." 

He shoved in, twisting the rattail file at the same time. Tina's mouth 
opened, her eyes nearly starting from her head while her nostrils flared. 
She could feel the agony, the pain throbbing past anything she could have 
called hurt, making her skull feel as if it were going to blow to pieces! 

She could feel the awful tearing sensation in her cunt, the way the tiny 
membrane was ripping under the awful pressure of the file's head. Tina 
screamed, finding her voice once more, her body jerking and snapping 
obscenely in the ropes while Dirk fucked the file all the way down. 

"Nooooo ... ooowwww!" 

He didn't let it stop there either. Moving the file down until the head 
nearly touched her womb, Dirk pulled it out slowly, twisting it around and 
around, chafing the sensitive, aching membranes he had just fucked. Tina 
shouted again and again, her voice bouncing off the walls of the tiny room. 
There was nothing but pain, and the agony of a raw round being rubbed again 
and again by that awful file! 

But her muscles were still clenching that thing, grabbing at it as she 
screamed for him to stop. Besides the stinging pain was an awful delight 
that demanded more and more stimulation. The more Dirk hurt her, the more 
she wanted. Tina tried shaking this truth from her mind. But it came back 
again and again, making her body buck for more just as it tried twisting 
away from the terrible hurt between her white, shivering legs. 

"Noooo ... ohhhh God, don't do this to me! God in heaven, please ... please 
stop!" 

Tears blinded the young teen as she twisted, agonized and rutted there in 
front of Dirk. The smell of her aroused, overheated cunt filled the room, 
raking his cock harden once more. He kept fucking her with that file, 
shoving it in and out, watching the way her legs jerked apart each time he 
pushed it in and rubbed the ribbed sides of the file against her clit. When 
he could take it no more, the young stud pulled the file out, tossing it 
with a loud clatter onto the floor. "Ooooh!" 

Tina sagged in her bonds, realizing she was high on her own arousal. She was 
close to climax, her cunt throbbing not only with the agony of having been 
fucked with that awful thing, but with the delight of simply having been 
fucked. Dirk was lowering her to the floor, slipping the knots out from the 
eyehooks, then fumbling with the knots holding her wrists and ankles 
together. 

"Goddamn it!" he muttered, his fingers twisting around the ropes futilely 
before he finally managed to untie the young girl. 

"No, don't hurt me any more!" she begged, watching as he untied her 
completely, then rolled her onto her back. 

"Too bad there ain't a bed around here. But you're slut enough to appreciate 
any kind of surface just as long as you can get your goddamned cunt reamed!" 

"Stop!" 

He kicked off his boots, then shoved his trousers down, stepping from them 
quickly, his cock swaying like a huge tree limb in the wind. It was long and 
thick again, just as it had been when he'd shoved it into her asshole. Tina 
lay there breathless, her nipples still entrapped by the wrenches. Grabbing 
both Dirk twisted them around, tearing them from her tits with one horrid 
move. 

For a moment Tina thought he had ripped her tit nubs off, screaming her head 
off, arching her spine and beating her head against the floor. When she 
finally stopped shouting, he was standing over her, his fist moving back and 
forth against his cock. How Tina wanted it! To her utter shame and 
degradation, the young girl could only think of getting fucked by that huge 
prick, bobbing inches from her head. 

"Bitch ... ruttin', fuckin' bitch." 

He was on her in a moment, backhanding her face and knocking her once again 
to the floor. Tina whimpered, her teeth chattering against one another as 
she felt his hands pawing her body cruelly. "Oh ... ohhhhh!" 

He wouldn't ease up. Holding her wrist with one hand, he jammed one palm 
between her legs, forcing them apart wider. He cupped her crotch, his thumb 
ramming into her cunt crease. Without even thinking, the girl found herself 
jerking her hips up, inviting him to fuck her with his fingers. He grunted, 
satisfied with her reaction. Dirk shoved his thumb in at an angle, finding 
her swollen clit, then crushing it under his jagged nail. Tina saw stars, 
her head rolling from side to side while her knees jerked up, slowly 
settling back down to the floor once again. 

Just when Tina thought she could take no more, he pulled his finger out with 
a soft, sucking sound, reaching up and kneading her sore tits while shoving 
his mouth atop hers. It was an awful, filthy mouth! Disgust rolled through 
her as she felt his hot, slippery tongue fence down over her tongue, 
touching the back of her throat while he kept squeezing her tits. Spit 
frothed around the corners of her lips, dribbling down her chin while Dirk 
pinched her sore nipples. 

Tina screamed into his mouth, something the janitor seemed to enjoy. He 
moaned back, hunching up against her, rubbing his cock up and down against 
her cuntal crack. 

Steam seemed to rise from her cunthole, with the tense, rubbery muscles 
guarding the opening snapping shut only to relax once again as Dirk's cock 
slipped over the bloated head of her clit. Tina couldn't tell what was real 
any longer. She had to have him in her. She had to have something inside 
her. She felt the janitor's tongue wriggling down into her throat again, his 
fingers clawing at her nipples, then moving down and kneading her belly 
flesh until she screamed once more in his mouth. 

"Bitch!" 

He pulled away from her, jerking her body down the floor a little, then 
remounting her. Tina didn't feel the cold cement against her asscheeks. She 
clenched her thighs, feeling the electricity sparking in her cunt. The 
terror faded. All that was left was sheer sexuality. 

"Yeah, good pussy, good fuckin' ... that's the way you're gonna fry off my 
prick, baby." 

Yes, that would be her revenge! She would boil his cock with her pussy while 
he fucked her into oblivion. Tina laughed hysterically as he flung himself 
onto her belly, prying her legs apart with his callused fingers. She shut 
her eyes, tears oozing out from under the shut lids. Her mouth was a tight 
scar while a pulse leaped through her throat. She tightened her jaw, biting 
her lower Up. She could feel her injured tits swollen, the nipples 
blood-engorged. Spasms of itchy, achy lust rushed through her belly, biting 
into her clit. 

He was on top of her, his weight crushing her, his knees spreading hers 
apart. Then she could feel the cockshaft burrowing through her pussyhairs, 
sliding up toward her labes. Tina held her breath until her eyes swam, 
staring wide-eyed at the ceiling as the fat, meaty head brushed up against 
her clit. The girl let out a long, low sigh, her body shuddering at the 
delightful touch! 

"Like it, eh? That's what you were down here for in the first place. Now, 
I've added some spice to fuckin'. Yeah, you're gonna be hanging' around ol' 
Dirk for a long time after I get through with you." 

The hot, spongy cock tip slipped past her curved, itchy labes. She could 
feel them puckering inward, then finally springing apart as more hot juice 
seeped from her hole and greased down the penetrating cockshaft. Tina arched 
her back, pressing her shoulders against the floor. He was really fucking 
her, driving his meat into her until she thought it would be coming out of 
her mouth. He used no technique, simply ramming his cockmeat into her, then 
fucking hard with his brutal, heavy weight. His fucking sent shock waves 
through her cunt, ricocheting into her brain. His fucking made her head ache 
while her brain numbed from the excitement. 

And now he was all the way in her cunthole, shoving his cock in until his 
balls pillowed against her crotch. His belly rubbed against hers, his legs 
crushing hers against the floor while his hands gripped her tits and kneaded 
them cruelly. 

Tina rolled her head from left to right, licking her dry lips while she 
raised her legs slowly, slowly. Soon her knees were nearly up to her tits 
while the balls of her feet rubbed up against his kidneys. She was 
completely open to him now, her cunt spread, aching, hot, juicy, waiting for 
and wanting more cockmeat. 

"Fuck ... fuck!" 

The forbidden word bubbled from her mouth soon after Dirk tore his lips from 
hers. He was sucking on her nipples now, his teeth biting the distended nubs 
while he slapped her thighs angrily with the flats of his hands. He fucked 
her again and again, his body rocking against hers, knocking the wind from 
her. Tina was surprised at how quickly she was going to cum! Multi-colored 
lights exploded behind her eyes as she felt the fat, long prick race through 
her cunt, spearing her again and again. 

Dirk grunted, his fingers attacking her cruelly while he fucked faster and 
harder. As he savaged her, the scalding pain became pleasure that echoed 
through her bruised cunt. As he rode her, driving the teen like a nail into 
the floor, Tina tightened up, clutching the pounding prick. They collided 
over and over. And soon the cry that escaped from the girl's mouth was one 
of unspeakable pleasure. 

"Ohhh, ohhhh!" 

Tina couldn't help herself. She had to have that meat slamming into her, 
filling her, making her belly bulge. And as the first spurts of cum burned 
into her pussy, she cried out, scissor-kicking her legs above the big 
janitor. She flung them around the big man, pounding his back with her heels 
while he filled her cuntslit up with his hot, bubbling white cum. 

Tina thought she would explode and sail through the ceiling. She tightened 
up on him again, scratching his back, and crying out greedily for more. Tina 
couldn't believe it as she came again and again, that rodding prickmeat 
bringing out more stinging delight from her clit. 

"Baby, that's good, real good," Dirk grunted, shaking the sweat from his 
forehead and slowly pulling out of her sucking pussyhole. 

"Oh, sweet Jesus, what have I done?" Tina sobbed, covering her face in 
disgrace. 

"Just what I wanted you to do, baby, and just what you wanted to." Dirk 
pushed away, grunting, then began searching for his pants. 

Tina lay there quietly, watching him slowly dress. Even when he stepped over 
her without looking down, she watched him, wondering what it had been that 
had turned her on this way. The things he had done to her! She looked at the 
wrenches and ropes now lying useless on the floor and shuddered. And she had 
enjoyed it while she had screamed her head off. Tina began to cry, rubbing 
her eyes with both hands. How she had disgraced herself this day! 

"Okay, up on your feet. I ain't got all day. Got some work around here to 
take care of, and you gotta get home. I can't spend all my time takin' care 
of your cunt," Dirk said gruffly, sliding both hands under her arms and 
jerking her up from the floor. 

She steadied herself, looking around for her dress. Dirk picked it up from 
the floor for her, tossing it into her face. Tina studied the garment, now 
wrinkled, dirtied and torn. Burying her face in it, she sobbed 
uncontrollably. 

"I said move it!" he barked, slapping her hard against the back of the head. 

Tina cried out, stumbling forward, then catching herself. Her bra had been 
torn and was useless. Her panties were a memory. Only her dress was somewhat 
wearable, and that she slip ped over her body, trying to gather the holes 
and rips together while Dirk stood there, with that same filthy leer on his 
face. When she slipped her sandals on, he moved up to her, taking her chin 
between his thumb and forefinger and squeezing it hard. Flinching, Tina did 
her best not to cry out. 

"And remember, don't blab your head off about what we did, or what happened 
tonight's gonna be nothin' compared to what I can do to you when I get real 
bad, understand?" Dirk remarked. 

Tina nodded her head, feeling terror leaping through her once again. She 
could see nothing but animal evil in his black, hard eyes. Satisfied, Dirk 
let her go, laughing as she rushed stumbling from the room and scrambled up 
the ladder to the first floor above. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"He made you do what?" 

Tina looked nervously around, fearing someone had overheard them. 

"He ... I told you what he did to me," she whispered. 

"Wow! And you didn't tell your mom, or anybody?" Betty Ferguson said after a 
moment's pause. The doll-faced brunette's face was smooth with shock as she 
looked roundeyed at Tina. 

"How could I? I mean, he threatened me! And even if they believed me, he'd 
make up all sorts of stories about me and ... and, oh I don't know! It's all 
so confusing! I'm so mixed up!" 

Tina was close to tears. She had told her very best friend that Dirk had 
raped her, but had left out all the torture and had definitely not told her 
how she had been fucked in the ass. Nor did she relate to the girl how many 
times she had cum in the big man's arms. Even now the whole scene seemed 
unreal-like some nightmarish fantasy that refused to go away in the day! 

One week had passed. Somehow Tina had managed to sneak home and climb to her 
room without anyone noticing her torn dress. The marks were easily 
camouflaged. Dirk had been careful about that, beating her on the ass and 
belly and thighs, places that wouldn't necessarily show in public with a 
long dress. 

Pleading the flu, Tina had managed to get herself excused from gym class. 
But something inside her told her she had to relate what had happened to her 
to someone. Betty was the natural girl to tell. 

"Well," Betty said pensively, looking around at the nearly deserted hall, 
"you've gotta tell somebody. I mean, what if he tries it again?" 

"He wouldn't dare," Tina whispered hoarsely, clutching her books to her 
tits. 

Betty looked smugly at her friend. 

"If he got away with it once, what makes you think he wouldn't try it a 
second time?" 

What would he do? Find her in the classroom, or grab her from her bed and 
drag her back down to the boiler room? But she couldn't tell Betty about 
that. As it was, her story sounded fabricated. 

"I don't know. I just feel he wouldn't. Look, Betty, I made a mistake in 
telling you." Tina backed away from her friend and lowered her gaze. "Just 
don't tell anybody, okay?" 

"You've gotta tell somebody," Betty insisted, wrinkling her forehead 
thoughtfully as Tina tried to make her escape. Just when she thought Betty 
would give up, her friend's face lit up. 

"What about Joe? He's after you all the time. You said he was going to meet 
you down there. He's probably wondering why you never showed. You've been 
avoiding American History class for a while, and now I know why. 

Tell him what happened, and maybe he can figure out what to do," Betty 
grabbed her friend by the elbow. 

Tina froze with horror, her knees shaking against one another. She thought 
of the young handsome athlete, and of how his face would shatter when she 
told him what happened. The thought almost made her sick. 

"No. Leave me alone, Betty. I ... oh my God!" 

Tina froze, flattening herself against the lockers, and ducking behind her 
friend. It was Dirk, shambling down the hall, his tool case rattling next to 
him as he crossed the corridor without seeing the two girls and descended 
the stairs to his basement office. Betty kept her mouth shut, watching the 
man disappear before she said another word. 

"I'll go down with you and talk to him," she said firmly, pulling her friend 
away from the lockers. 

"What? Are you crazy? He'd laugh at you, then probably work on us both," 
Tina cried, pulling away from her friend and staring at her with disbelief. 

"If you don't come with me, I'll go down there alone," Betty said, letting 
go, then walking toward the stairs. 

"Oh, no, don't! I'll tell Joe. I'll tell my mother. I'll tell the principal, 
anybody, but don't go down there!" Tina rattled, holding her friend back. 
The hall was silent, the few people who had been around having long since 
left the building. Betty stopped, an uneasy feeling seeming to cross her 
face. 

"Well, I guess you're right. It is kinda creepy here all alone, and 
especially with that guy and all the things he might do. Still, I think we 
should leave him a note or something that lets him know we're on to him," 
Betty pursued, taking her purse and raking through it until she came up with 
a note pad. 

Tina wanted to say something, but realized her friend was bent on doing 
something before they left for home. She waited, feeling fear start to 
rustle through her while Betty scratched out a note, folded it, then rushed 
down the stairs. 

Leaning over the handrail, Tina held her breath, waiting to hear the 
scraping of an opening door and Betty's scream. Nothing happened. Betty had 
placed the note under the door, then rushed back up the stairs, breathless 
with her triumph. "Let's go!" 

The two girls ran from the school, Tina thinking that Dirk was pursuing them 
across the darkening athletic field onto the deserted boulevard that ran 
behind the school. No one, however, was following them. 

That night as she lay in bed, every creak outside, every shuffling sound 
made her start from the mattress. 

The next day at school was an ordeal for Tina. Avoiding dark, lonely places, 
she expected the janitor to come bursting into one of the classes and grab 
her to the amazement of the others, backhanding her, then fucking her in 
front of them all. That fantasy rushed through her mind again and again, 
making her cream in her panties more than once, much to her dismay. So 
disconcerted was Tina that she broke her vow and found herself in American 
History class, facing Joe who came up to her after the bell. 

"Where were you?" 

Tina felt herself melting under his hot gaze, her cuntlips puckering in 
while a trickle of cuntjuice oozed maddeningly through her pussy hairs. She 
was amazed that he could do this to her. Perhaps it was something Dirk had 
done. Maybe it was the way he had treated her, had fucked her, making her 
realize what a man's cock would feel like rushing through her pussy or her 
asshole! 

"I ... I guess I chickened out," she lied, feeling her cheeks burning. 

"Sure did. I waited down there for almost a half-hour. I heard the janitor 
fooling around somewhere. Thought he was going to catch me." 

Tina flinched at the mentioning of Dirk. What a surprise Joe would have got 
if he had spotted them-her hanging like a piece of beef from the ceiling, 
with Dirk fucking her ass! The thought made her shudder again. 

"I still wanna be alone with you. How about later on?" 

"No! I mean, I don't know," Tina corrected herself, wanting badly to fix 
what she had unintentionally ruined. But the thought of waiting alone for 
someone once more terrified her. 

"Look. If you're afraid of waiting for me, I'll meet you and we'll ... you 
know, talk or something," Joe said with a sly smile, his thin lips curling 
up sexily. 

Tina blushed more furiously than ever. His blue eyes were dancing in his 
head mischievously while he rocked back and forth in his tennis shoes. She 
could tell he had a good body. She could feel her nipples scratching against 
her bra while her cunt lips began to swell. 

"Well...." Tina was still unsure. 

"Come on. This is the last period," Joe urged, taking her by the arm and 
escorting her from class. "We'll go in the bandroom. Nobody's there right 
now. They practiced already." 

For a while Tina thought everyone was looking at them. She could almost feel 
the leers burning through her clothes. But then they were nearly alone. 
There were a few kids running through the backdoors, their backpacks 
flapping against their spines. No one was paying them any attention. 

"In here." 

Joe had opened a large green metal door, stepping back and waving in Tina 
with exaggerated courtesy. Bowing and giggling, Tina followed, stopping just 
inside until there was ome light. "Glad to see you back." 

"No! Oh Joe, help me!" It was Dirk, standing directly under the yellow light 
he had just switched on. "I'm gonna help him, not you." 

"What?" 

Tina backed away as the door slammed shut. Oh God in heaven, it was the same 
room. She had entered it through another door. There was the pulley, the 
ropes, everything that Dirk had used to torture her before. Her gaze shot 
from Dirk to Joe, then back to the janitor once again. They were in on it 
together! She could see they were both in on it! 

"Your friend was real dumb in leaving that note," Dirk said. "Made me real 
mad. We're gonna take care of her later, though. You'll see to that. But for 
now, we're gonna give you a lesson ... another one. Joe saw what you went 
through the last time." 

"Yeah. Through a little window ... right there," Joe said with a grin, 
pointing to a small slot opposite Tina. 

"No. This is impossible," she whispered, shaking her head from side to side. 
It was too grotesque to consider. This had to be some horrid dream. 

"Sorry, baby, but it's all real. Joe here's real curious about what I do. 
Seems he caught me in the act with one of the girls last year and got real 
into it. I don't mind somebody sharin' the action with me, if he knows what 
he's doing," Dirk explained, coming at her. 

"No, no, not the two of you!" 

Tina felt as if she had been dropped into some horrid net. 

"Get 'er up in the harness!" 

" No!" 

Tina fought them both, beating her fists first at Joe, then wheeling around 
and kicking at Dirk. The men let her flail around for a while, laughing at 
her before knocking her back with several blows to the stomach, then finally 
pushing her against the south wall. There, in the darkness, Tina felt Joe 
shoving her ankles into the metal bracelets attached to the wall, locking 
them in. Dirk was pushing her shoulders against the cold cinderblocks, 
spitting in her face each time she screamed, laughing evilly at her before 
taking her right hand and smashing it back against the wall. 

Tina wailed, her face pinching and blanching as she felt metal cuffs cinch 
down around her wrists, binding them to the wall. He worked with her left 
hand as well, slapping it into the cuff. She was trapped, manacled by her 
wrists and ankles. She breathed hard, her tits rising and falling heavily 
against her chest. They were going to strip her then fuck her. 

"Why ... why are you both doing this to me?" she cried in a frightened gasp. 

"When I saw you I knew there was somebody who was real good at fuckin' 
around ... I just knew it. And, man, you sure proved that one right!" Joe 
was leering at her now. 

Tina shuddered. She could see by the gleam in his eyes that she would 
experience more pain and humiliation than she ever had in her life. 

"Please, please! What do you want me to do? I'll do anything, only please 
don't hurt me!" 

"She says that all the time, then can't wait to have more." 

Dirk turned around, curling his fingers around the bodice of her dress, the 
tips sliding into her bra. With one massive downward jerk he tore her dress 
open, revealing her tits and cunt at once. Joe stepped back and pursed his 
lips together, letting out an admiring whistle. 

"Man, I could see some stuff from the other room. But this close, she's 
better than I thought." 

"You're damned right she's better. And you're gonna have a crack at her," 
Dirk promised. 

Dirk pulled the rest of her garments off, wadding her panties up into a 
tight ball and shoving them into her mouth. Joe came around with 
two-inch-wide tape, encircling her head several times to make sure the 
panties stayed shoved deep in her throat. Tina swallowed with difficulty, 
using the tip of her tongue to push the panties away from her tonsils. It 
was hard to breathe, she discovered, and she did her best to inhale sharply 
through her nostrils. 

Joe moved up, taking her big, thirty-six-inch tits in his hands and slowly 
fingering them. Tina closed her eyes. He was rubbing one thumb over her 
right tit nub now, playing with it, pushing it down until she felt it 
stiffening against the touch. At the same time, a warm, itchy feeling began 
to grow between her shivering legs. 

"That's good," Dirk commented. "She's gettin' wet down there, just the way a 
woman should." 

Joe continued to play with her nipples, bending down and starting now to 
suck on them. First the right, then the left, his tongue sanding over them, 
making the girl more and more aroused. Again the teen closed her eyes, 
twisting her wrists in the manacles, biting her teeth against the gagging 
panties and moaning through them. She loved that feeling, the soft, rubbing 
feeling of his lips sucking gently on her nipples while his tongue caressed 
them. 

"Owww!" 

He had bitten into her tit just above the areola. She felt his teeth digging 
into her flesh as if they were the fangs of a mad wolf. The sharp, lancing 
pain that followed made her snap her head back and wail once more through 
the panty gag. 

Joe's free hand was parting the hairy, swollen lips of her cunt. Tina 
groaned, feeling his fingers sliding greedily along her outer labes, then 
slipping into her clutching, soaked pussyhole. Dirk, meanwhile, was busy 
behind her. He moved Joe to one side for the moment, having taken some cord 
from a drawer. Tina watched as he took a small quarter-inch-thick piece and 
wrapped it around her right tit in a tight bind. She could feel the line 
biting hard into her flesh. Her body shivered with gagging sobs as the teen 
swallowed yet again. Tina remembered everything the janitor had put her 
through earlier-the beating, the hanging, the way those wrenches had crushed 
her nipples. Now it was happening again. Only this time, Joe was in on it. 

Looking down again, Tina saw Dirk with a small pair of silver-colored 
pincers in his right hand. Her eyes widened in horror as he brought them 
down to her pussy, rubbing the cold steel against her thighs, watching as 
her asscheeks quivered at the touch. Tina was letting out raspy, hoarse 
gasps through the panty gag, her muscles bulging out against her sweaty 
flesh, her toes curling until they cramped. Strands of hair clung to her 
flushed face as Dirk snapped the pincers to the stem of her clit. 

"Owwwww!" 

Tina let out a shriek that sounded like a cry from hell, jerking her body 
forward, bouncing it against the wall, then twisting her body and snapping 
it against the manacles holding her prisoner. She could feel the lancing 
pain cut into her clit. It was a wild sliver of pain that sliced mercilessly 
into her body. Tina panted heavily, nearly swallowing the gagging panties as 
the pincers seemed to tear the clit from her body. 

Tearfully she looked to Joe for help. But the teen only watched with growing 
curiosity, letting the big man do as he pleased with her. Tina shrieked as 
more excruciating pain filled her clit. 

Tina would have given anything to be free of this pain. She would have let 
them both beat her, and then fuck her in the ass! But nothing took away that 
near-numbing agony throbbing between her legs. And then suddenly Dirk shoved 
three fingers into her cunt, twisting them around and around while he jerked 
the pincers torturously from side to side. 

Tina thought he was trying to rip her cunt open. A volley of loud, 
hysterical, muffled cries erupted from her lips. The pain was becoming more 
and more intense. She felt her strength ebbing quickly as waves of agony and 
nausea flushed over her. There was a sudden' sharp explosion in her brain. 
Then suddenly everything went blank. Mercifully, Tina collapsed, her body 
hanging limply from the wall manacles. For a brief period, at least, she was 
at peace! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

When Tina awoke she found herself strapped to a low-backed wooden chair. One 
broad black leather strap was cinched tightly across her shoulders, pinning 
her upper back against the wood. Another was pulled tightly across her 
belly, making it very difficult to breathe. She squirmed back a little, 
giving herself a little more room. Thank God she wasn't strapped and 
manacled to that dreadful wall any longer! At least she was sitting down, 
even if her ankles were still manacled-this time to the feet of the chair. 

It was about then when Tina realized pincers-smaller than the one that had 
tormented her clit earlier-were attached to her body. There were two 
attached to each ankle while two more were clamped to her wrists. Blinking 
her eyes clear, Tina realized there was someone else in the room, strapped 
to a chair some fifteen feet in front of her. Because of the dim lighting, 
however, it was impossible for Tina to see who it was. The gag was still in 
place, wadded tightly against the back of her throat. She couldn't even call 
out to see who was there. Looking around as best she could, Tina realized 
now she was in another room-another of the janitor's obscene playrooms, she 
guessed wryly. 

"She's awake." 

It was Joe, bending down and taking a close look at her. Tina winced. How 
she hated him now! 

"Good. That's real good. I figured your friend might be hanging around to 
see how your date with Joe went," Dirk began, rocking back and forth on his 
heels and licking his lips with relish. "It was luck finding her that good. 
But here she is-your pal." 

Tina felt shivers race up and down her spine while her hair stood on end. 
Dirk had switched on another light, this one just over the girl's head. It 
was Betty all right, stripped naked, her tits lying flat against her upper 
chest. From the black and blue marks Tina could see on her arms and legs, 
she could tell the girl had put up a fight. But of course Dirk and Joe had 
won. She was strapped to the chair in the same fashion as Tina. But more 
wires seemed to lead to her body. Narrowing her eyes, Tina could see that 
pincers were attached to Betty's nipples and cunt as well. 

"Okay. Finish her up. I wanted Tina to be conscious when we did this," Dirk 
explained. 

Joe wasted no time, picking up several sets of black wires and pulling them 
up to Tina. The girl watched as he opened two sets of pincers, then let the 
tiny teeth sink into her nipples. Another one bit lightly into the soft, 
moist flesh just below her clit. But the most offensive one, Tina thought, 
was the wire Joe shoved up her asshole, pushing it up and in until she 
thought it would reach into her belly. 

"It's great being a janitor around here." Dirk rubbed his hands together. 
"Nobody gives me any shit around here, and I can work on all sorts of shit 
down here. I thought about this for a long time. And now I'm gonna give it a 
shot with you two." 

Joe pushed a crude panel in front of Tina, then moved around and shoved a 
similar panel in front of Betty. Tina saw with some effort that she could 
move her fingers up to the dial. There were settings marked one through 
twenty on the outside of the dial. Looking up, the teen could see that Dirk 
and Joe also had a small panel nearby. 

"I think you're getting the picture," Dirk said, smirking at Tina. "I want 
you to give your friend twenty volts," he ordered, his fingers fluttering 
around the black dial. "If you don't, you'll be punished." 

Tina hesitated, stretching her hands forward until the leather bands around 
her shoulders and belly hurt. Her fingers touched the cold black plastic 
dial. But she couldn't do it. She just couldn't! Betty was sitting there, 
her eyes bulging out of her head with terror, her face streaked with 
perspiration while her thighs quivered with fear. It was inhuman to torture 
someone. 

"Ohhhh!" 

Tina's brain exploded, bright lights popping out from behind her eyes as 
current surged through her body. Her spine arced widely against the back of 
the wooden chair while her muscles spasmed. Her tits itched while her clit 
throbbed wildly against the biting pincers. Worse, that wire in her bowels 
was sparking, making her sphincters lose all control. The girl thought that 
surely she would lose control of herself and would shit all over the chair. 
Tina screamed again, her eyelids fluttering uncontrollably while her arms 
and legs jerked like a berserk puppet's. Finally the electricity stopped. 

Tina sagged against the leather bonds, not daring to look at the men who had 
shot her with this pain. A buzzing sensation whirled around in her head as 
she fought for her breath. Never, never had she experienced such paralyzing 
pain in her life. She could hear Dirk and Joe whispering behind her. Then 
Joe came up, his arms folded in front of him. 

"Now, you want to give Betty a shock?" 

Tina's fingers stretched for the dial, touching the plastic. For a moment 
she almost twisted it up to number two. No. She couldn't give into these 
monsters, no matter what they did to her. Weeping, she let her fingers fall 
away from the panel, bracing herself for the next shock. 

It came with a vengeance, this time worse than before. As the electricity 
rushed through her body, making her muscles spasm even more than before, the 
girl jerked and bit down hard on the spit-soaked panties. Her temples 
throbbed agonizingly and she heard explosions again and again in her head. 
Her tits jumped, the nipples hurting and spasming wildly while the wires 
bounced against one another. 

Once she caught sight of Betty strapped and gagged to her chair, her eyes 
became tear-filled. But that didn't lessen the pain shooting through her 
body. How she hated her friend-sitting there, having the luxury of pitying 
her while she twisted and bounced like a maniac against the wooden chair. 
Desperately in a spasm of hatred Tina tried to stretch her hands up to the 
panel. But the electricity was paralyzing any voluntary movement. She would 
have to wait. 

The muscles in her body and thighs knotted painfully while her clit filled 
with blood and felt raw. It felt as if fists inside her were beating her all 
over, and blunted glass shards were scratching her distended nipples and 
clit. Her asshole recoiled, a fist of air bursting from her shitter and 
nearly dislodging the wire. Her asscheeks were clenching and unclenching as 
she bounced and jerked from side to side in the chair. 

Soon fiery steel daggers ripped through her. Again Tina stretched her hand 
forward, trying to grip onto the dial and send the current into Betty. But 
any movement was impossible. She frothed and slathered at the mouth, 
screaming through the gag, fearing she would lose consciousness before she 
had a chance to give Betty a sample of what she was suffering. 

"Uhhhhhh!" 

It was over! The current stopped suddenly, leaving Tina sagging against the 
leather bands on her chest. She could hardly breathe. The current had nearly 
knocked her unconscious. 

It was some time before she was able to see clearly, looking up once again 
and seeing Betty sitting calmly in the wooden chair opposite her. Her eyes 
took in the wires, the pincers, all in the same position hers were in. There 
was going to be no hesitation now. Her friend wanted to know more about 
this. Well, she would find out about it soon enough. 

"Now, Tina, you have second thoughts?" Dirk asked, his grin seeming to 
indicate he knew what was on her mind. 

Tina's hand shot out firmly now, her fingers gripping the dial. Without 
hesitation she switched it to the setting two, looking up and seeing Betty 
suddenly jerk up from the chair, a shriek escaping from behind her gag. Her 
eyes bulged out, her nostrils flaring while her naked body shook and 
shivered as if she were having a fit. The girl snapped against her leather 
bonds again and again, tearing at them while her legs kicked back against 
the chair. Her wires bounced against one another while more and more screams 
escaped from behind the gag. Tina left the dial on for some time, finally 
switching it off. Betty groaned, sagging forward, sobbing without daring to 
look up. 

"Good. You're learning, Tina. Now for both of you sluts, I'm gonna send in 
some juice to each of you. You can stop it or lower the current by 
re-routing it to your buddy over here," Dirk explained, switching the dial 
on his panel at the same time and sending twenty volts into each teen. 

Tina groaned, twisting around, feeling as if her tits and belly and clit 
were being ripped from her body. Her bones throbbed again, the joints aching 
while her fingers gripped the dial and swung over to the setting of four. 
Betty shrieked, her body bouncing wildly up and down against the chair. 
Looking up, Tina saw Betty bouncing savagely from side to side. At times she 
thought she could see sparks shooting out from under her fingertips while 
the teen shrieked and screamed. Then Betty managed to regain some control, 
reaching around and twisting her dial. 

It was a hateful surprise to Tina, feeling the current suddenly surge 
through her body once more, this time more furious than ever. Her lips 
turned purple, diamonds of spit standing out on them. What was worse was the 
awful way her cunt was reacting-spasming, jerking, and sending out a shower 
of juice while her clit throbbed to a beat of its own. The pain inside her 
body was awful. She thought something was tearing her insides to pieces. At 
the same time she could feel a climax erupting. She was helpless to control 
the jerking in her pussy and the ripping sensation in her clit. Her cum 
showered her thighs. 

As she jerked and shuddered against the chair Tina thought surely they would 
let both of them die like this, electrocuted in the basement of the school. 
The current seemed to increase. Somehow Tina managed to twist the dial 
again. When she heard Betty shriek louder, she knew the current would 
lessen. 

Either Betty or Dirk sent another surge of current through Tina's body. It 
was too much. Her face was a blur, her body a writhing serpent as 
electricity threatened to turn her body to a cinder right there. 

"That's enough!" Dirk switched the machines off. 

It was as if some brick wall had suddenly given way in front of her. Tina 
was still trembling and sobbing, pulling against the restraining leather. In 
front of her she could hear Betty crying out as well, gasping for air around 
her gag, thankful the current was off. 

"Go outside and check to see if anybody's around who heard us," Dirk said, 
licking his lips as he stared at Tina. 

"Hey, man, I thought I'd have a crack at her," Joe complained. 

"Just do what I say. Look around the grounds and come back. There's enough 
for everybody." 

Joe left reluctantly. Waiting until the door slammed, Dirk turned and tore 
the straps from Tina's body. He ripped the tape from around her head, 
yanking the panty gag from her mouth. The girl screamed while tremors 
erupted in her cheeks. 

Dirk said nothing, slapping her until she came around, then shoving her 
against the floor. In a moment he was between her legs, knocking them wide 
apart while opening his trousers. Tina lay there helplessly, watching him as 
he finished tugging his trousers down all the way. 

"No!" she cried out instinctively, knowing nothing would help. 

He shoved his white cotton jockey shorts down and let his prick spring free. 
Tina saw his cock, so big and thick, a monster to rape her. Tina felt as if 
all the filth in the world had vomited over her body. But at the same time, 
something was raging inside her, something that demanded satisfaction. The 
young girl felt her cunt, wet in anticipation, the hot ticklish sensation 
between her spread legs growing more and more urgent as Dirk rubbed his 
prick up and down the full length of her cunthole. 

She could hear her friend groaning in the background, struggling against the 
leather holding her prisoner to the electric chair. But Tina could only care 
about what was happening to her now. Dirk was sliding the head of his cock 
into her hot, sucking pussyhole when he stopped, curling his fingers into 
her hair and tugging the strands yet again. 

Tina opened her mouth in pain, letting out a grunting moan. The janitor was 
rising, moving forward until his knees pressed painfully into her lower 
arms. She cried out again, blinking her eyes clear and seeing that his cock 
was waving in front of her face. The meaty head was purple, with slick drops 
of pre-cum oozing from the piss-slit. 

Dirk was greasing down the prickshaft with the jizz, making it all shiny and 
greasy while rubbing his balls with his free hand at the same time. Tina 
knew what he was going to have her do. She had heard some of the girls talk 
about sucking cock. But now the girl realized she was going to find out for 
herself just what sucking cock was all about. 

"Take this baby, and swing on it. Make ol' Dirk smile." 

He had his fist around the center half of his cockshaft, leaning forward and 
putting more weight on his knees against her arms. Tina thought he was going 
to break her arms. She groaned, opening her mouth and wriggling her tongue 
against the grooved bottom of the fat cockhead. Dirk groaned, pulling at her 
hair, ripping strands from her scalp while shoving his prickmeat into her 
mouth. 

Tina groaned, feeling her jaws expanding while the janitor's cock slid in 
all the way. It was hard for her to swallow as she felt the prick brush up 
against her tonsils, then pillow out against the back of her gagging throat. 
Desperately the teen tried the best she could to swallow, feeling the spit 
building up in the back of her throat. 

She gagged again, trying to twist her face away from the big man's 
sour-smelling groin. She didn't like taking cock in her mouth. It was 
degrading, and far from exciting, she felt. 

But Dirk was coming apart on top of her, cooing to her while jerking her 
hair harder with both hands. He was starting to rock back and forth, rubbing 
his cock up against her throat, then pulling it out almost all the way. She 
could feel her cheeks sucking in each time he withdrew, only to puff out 
when the janitor slammed his cock back into her mouth and down her throat. 
"Uh! Uhh! Uhh!" 

"Your cunt's so fuckin' hot right now you probably want that prickmeat bad, 
right? You'll get it, but now I'm gonna have some fun with you this way." 

Tina greased his cock with her spit, now moving her head back and forth. She 
felt the weight of that fat, throbbing cock against her wriggling tongue. 
Tina did her best to do all the things he was telling her. 

Dirk was going crazy, pulling his prick out, slamming it down again, gagging 
her with that thing each time he deep-throated her. She could feel her own 
heat rising now, her clit aching while her cunt was a riot of needle-sharp 
sensations. 

She wanted something inside her cunt to fill her up, and stretch the slick, 
juicy walls while he filled her mouth with his cockmeat. Closing her eyes, 
Tina imagined the prick drilling and filling up her cunt, the thought 
exciting her more and more. "Now!" 

The word was simple enough, but Tina knew what it meant. He pulled his cock 
from her mouth quickly, backhanding her twice, his knuckles bruising her 
chin and cheek. Dirk threw himself savagely on top of her, pinning her with 
his knees and hands while he shoved her knees farther apart. In a second the 
girl felt his cockmeat penetrate her sucking pussy, stretching the itchy 
walls apart and going in all the way. Tina yowled, edging her knees up 
against the janitor, moaning and grunting while he fucked her wildly. In a 
moment she felt the climax bubble off in her cunt. Her clit was giving it 
off in sharp, short bursts. Tina let out a scream, throwing her head back 
while Dirk pounded his hips against her thighs. 

He was going wild, beating her, raping through her cunt with that massive 
hunk of prickmeat, tearing her body to pieces. Her tits heaved. The nipples 
shoved up while sweat oozed from her body. Flexing her thighs, Tina felt her 
cunt shoot off yet again, the friction generated by Dirk's fucking prick 
sending her off into an endless series of orgasms. 

Dirk twisted her hair, tugging on it, and clawing at the silky strands. 
Then, with a lung-bursting shout he shot his wad up into her cunt. Tina 
could feel the hot cum jelly burning into her cuntal walls, spilling from 
her hole and wetting down her raised asscheeks. She screamed back, beating 
her asscheeks against the sweaty-damp floor while Dirk pounded his cock 
again and again into her cunthole. It was a symphony of madness, the two of 
them screwing harder and faster, as the high school janitor savaged the teen 
until both finally collapsed in exhaustion. 

"Oh God, help me!" she cried, turning her face from Dirk's. She could see 
Betty sitting limply there in the chair, her body sagging against the bonds. 
Oh, oh, when would this end? 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The ordeal was far from over. Dirk had padded over to his desk, pulling out 
a bottle of vodka and swilling down several gulps. Walking over to Betty, he 
curled his fingers around her brown hair and jerked her head back. He pushed 
his face into hers, spitting at her, laughing at the teen as the girl 
squirmed uncomfortably in the chair. 

"You wanna get more electricity? You wanna cum like your friend over there? 
She went nuts with me ... and probably came when you were sending the volts 
over to her too." Dirk shot back his head and took another drink from the 
bottle. This time he spat the liquor into the girl's face, making her cough 
and shrink away as best she could from the big man. Dirk liked watching 
women react that way. It made his cock hard. Dumping a little more of the 
foul-smelling cheap vodka on the teen, he turned his attention back to Tina. 
She still lay on the floor, cum oozing from her pussyslit and wetting the 
floor just under her pussy. 

It was nice to feel that, she thought, looking up at the janitor swaying 
from side to side, his head tilted back, sucking down the vodka. Tina 
thought for a moment she could overcome him if he were drunk enough. She 
would free Betty and the two would escape from his prison. 

But Dirk wasn't about to let himself become drunk yet. He pulled the bottle 
from his lips, letting out a sigh, then moving up to Tina again. 

"All you ever wanna be is fucked, right? There can't be enough cock for you, 
baby. I can tell that. And you're damned lucky you got somebody like me to 
take care of you. Shit, I can fuck all damned night and still cum my brains 
out in the morning," he bragged. 

To emphasize his point, the janitor slammed the bottle down with a crash 
against a nearby table, then stumbled forward tipsily, settling back down 
onto the girl and jerking her arms back over her head. She lay there 
stoically, turning her head to one side and letting the janitor enter her. 
She could feel his cock sawing through her body while he grunted excitedly 
into her face. Tina thought about the safety and warmth of her family and 
wept. The tears excited the janitor even more. 

"You think I'm hurting you? Wait for a minute!" Dirk cried. 

He pumped for a moment, twisting his thighs around, stirring his cock in her 
cunt like a spoon. Against her will, the teen found herself moving her 
thighs in an opposite direction, increasing the friction until Tina felt her 
pussy growing warm and tight. Oh, that man, as vile as he was, knew exactly 
how to excite her! How she hated and loved him at the same time! 

"Good, good!" Dirk groaned, shooting off again in her cunthole. 

Tina felt the hot cum stinging against the sides of her pussy. He was 
shooting, filling her up with his cream while she hung there in mid-air, 
barely satisfied. Dirk could see that in her eyes and laughed. 

"Poor thing's all upset because she didn't cum with me. Don't worry. That's 
why I've got this for you." 

Tina watched as he staggered back to the table and picked up the bottle of 
vodka. Taking a final swig from the tall bottle, he laughed and settled back 
down to her, gripping the bottle by the bottom and shoving the neck into her 
cunt. Tina cried out, jerking her ass from the floor, then falling back as 
the smooth cold glass penetrated all the way into her. 

She had never had anything like this happen to her. The girl's face flushed 
beet red while she felt that smooth thing shoot all the way up into her. The 
janitor corkscrewed the bottle, shoving it deeper and deeper until Tina 
couldn't take any more. 

"So, the bottomless pit's got a bottom after all," Dirk said with a laugh, 
shoving the bottle up against her womb, and laughing at her. 

"Nooooo!" 

"Okay, baby, it's all the way in. Nice and comfy. So now you're gonna fuck 
it ... and fuck it like you really mean it, understand?" 

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

But Tina found herself moving her thighs around. She jerked them slowly at 
first, then faster and faster as the coldness warmed in her cunt. She closed 
her eyes, knowing there was no escape until she had done what Dirk wanted 
her to. He grabbed the bottle hard and shoved it in for all he was worth. 

"No ... uhhhhh!" 

It was awful! She was actually feeling something while he was doing this to 
her. This animal taunted her, laughed at her while he fucked her with that 
bottle. Her juices were starting to ooze from her hole, her cut bristling 
with excitement while the bottle shoved down, deep into her pussy. 

"Ughhh ... uh ... uhhhhh!" 

Tina jerked her hips, raising her ass. Dirk fell on her, gripping her tits, 
squeezing them until the nipples popped up again. He sucked hard on the tit 
nubs, biting them, tearing at them while still pile-driving the bottleneck 
into her sucking pussyhole. Tina saw stars exploding in the back of her head 
as she slammed her ass high in the air. The rough hands on her tits and the 
steady throbbing in her cunt combined. The fucking bottle rammed her cunt, 
rubbing deliriously against her clit. 

"That's it, baby, that's the way! Come on and fuck that bottle. Ohhhh, real 
nice, right?" 

"Uhhhhh!" 

Her cuntal muscles sucked the bottle in deeper. Only her pussy muscles moved 
now, making the bottle bob up and down. The smooth-finished bottle sucked 
softly against her cuntal thicket. Tina could feel her clit swelling more 
and more as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head. Dirk was biting 
first one nipple then the other, lifting her tits from her chest with his 
teeth. The more pain he shot into her, the more achy her clit became until 
she could no longer stand the urgency throbbing through her. 

With a sharp cry the girl heaved her legs off the concrete floor, crying out 
while her cuntal muscles contracted with the explosions blasting through her 
cunt. Tina could feel the bottle shooting out, clattering against the floor 
as the remaining vodka spilled out and wet down her calves. 

She still came, rocking her body from side to side, weeping and sobbing 
while the janitor still kept biting on her nipples. 

"You're no better than some mindless Hollywood whore," Dirk snapped. "You're 
a bottomless pit, and thank God for that!" 

He wiped the top of the bottle and swilled down more of the vodka. 

Tina closed her eyes. She was a fucking machine. He had told her that, and 
now she'd come to believe it. 

"Hey, she okay?" 

It was Joe. He had come back and was standing there now with his hands on 
his hips, looking a little disappointed. It was obvious that Dirk had had 
his way with her and now she lay there, looking worn. 

"She was great," Dirk slurred, tossing the bottle across the room and 
shattering it against the cinderblocks. He was growing drunker by the 
second, hiking his trousers up sloppily, and giggling while rubbing his 
crotch. 

"You're teaching her how to satisfy men, hun, Dirk? That's what you told me 
before about the girls," Joe sneered, walking up to Betty and chucking her 
under the chin. "At least you didn't get this one." 

Betty looked wide-eyed at the big athlete, moaning through her gag. It was 
obvious she saw herself on the plate next and was protesting vehemently. Joe 
began feeling her nipples with the back of one hand, his eyes glistening 
while he whispered things Tina couldn't hear into the brunette's ear. 

"Hey, you'd better take care of this one before she slips away. I'm too 
fucked up right now with the booze to watch the bitch." 

"Yeah, good idea." 

Joe left Betty trembling in the seat for a few moments, walking up to Tina 
and sliding his hands under her arms. She groaned, her legs refusing to obey 
as they seemed to turn to rubber. 

"Damn it! Stand up." 

Joe dragged her across the room to a position to the left of her friend 
Betty. 

"Raise your arms ... up there, if you can see it," he snapped. 

Tina saw the horizontal bar hanging directly over her. She did as she was 
told, not complaining as he strapped her wrists to either end of the narrow 
pole with two half-inch strips of leather he had pulled from his rear 
pocket. 

Joe then bent down and spread her legs wide apart, pushing them to either 
side. Again remembering the treatment she had received when she disobeyed, 
Tina moved quickly, looking down and noticing a ringbolt in the floor 
holding a short chain that ended in a heavy leather anklet. Joe fitted these 
on her, buckling them tightly against her flesh. Tina winced, but didn't 
dare let out a sound, grinding her teeth against one another while 
straightening her spine. She caught Betty's eyes, a look of compassion in 
her glance. But Tina knew Betty would be the one suffering now. She was 
being put on ice, hung there for the moment while Joe and Dirk readied 
themselves for the trembling brunette still strapped to the electrified 
chair. 

Tina watched as Joe moved to the right wall, unfastening a wooden ratchet. 
Slowly he turned the winch handle, making the bar above the girl's head 
slowly rise. Her arms were slowly drawn up more and more, making her ankles 
tug at their bonds. Tina gasped as first one heel, then the other heel left 
the floor. 

Joe kept on turning, his thin lips curling into a smile as he watched the 
leather straps cut into her wrists. Tina jerked her head from side to side, 
staring at the straps, her eyes rounding as the pressure against her arm 
muscles turned to pain. Letting her head fall back, feeling the sweep of her 
long blonde hair against her lower back, Tina groaned as she thought she 
could feel something pop in her shoulder. 

When Joe finally stopped turning and flipped the ratchet, Tina hung there in 
the form of an X. Her arms and legs were spread wide. She moved her head 
slowly from side to side as she tried to find out the degree of her bondage. 
It was, she discovered, the only move she could make freely without causing 
herself more pain. 

"It ... it hurts me!" 

"That's the idea. In any case," Joe remarked with a shrug, "you're not going 
anywhere 'til we say so." 

He moved up to her, running his fingers caressingly up and down her strained 
Jlesh. Tina moaned, closing her eyes, feeling his hands slide over her tits, 
then move down to her navel and finally to her cuntal thicket. It was still 
moist from all her juices when Dirk had fucked her with the vodka bottle. 

Joe was growing obviously excited, tracing his fingers along the boyish 
curves of her body, touching her pussy with the back of his hand, then 
turning his fingers around and letting them barely touch the tense, rubbery 
edges of her swollen outer pussy labes. The light, ticklish sensation was 
more torture for her than a whip. "Ohhhh!" 

It was more hellish than she could have imagined! Joe curled his fingers, 
grabbing at her cunt hairs and tugging at them until a fistful ripped free 
from her flesh. Tina's legs shivered while her arms pulled futilely against 
the rattling chains. Betty screamed in sympathy, jerking in her bonds while 
the fires of hell roared through Tina's cunt. Again Joe pulled at her cunt, 
tearing more hairs from her sore pussy, making the young blonde teen scream 
until her throat was raw. 

"Fuckin' whore! That's all you're good for. That's just what Dirk said you 
were good for. Fuckin'. Fuckin' anything. Shit, bet if I brought in a pack 
of dogs you'd go down on 'em in a sec!" 

"Hey, watch it, kid. You don't want the cops comin' around here snoopin'," 
Dirk warned. 

Joe laughed, pulling away from the sobbing, screaming blonde. 

"I looked around. There's nobody around here except us and them. We've got 
all fuckin' night if we want," Joe explained, smoothing the back of his hand 
over Tina's savaged pussy again. 

The girl couldn't look at him. She knew he was using her, considering her as 
nothing more than a piece of hanging meat. The straps around her wrists 
seemed to cut in more deeply while the anklets chafed her flesh around her 
legs more than ever before. 

"Okay, okay, you've got her up there. Now let's start in on this one." 

Betty whimpered wildly through her gag, her head jerking around, her eyes 
darting from one man to the other. When they unfastened her from the chains, 
she struggled against them, beating her fists against the two men wildly 
while they laughed and pulled her from the chair. 

Soon the brunette was being knocked from man to man, pushed from Joe to Dirk 
then back to Joe again, like a beach ball. Betty wept, struggling against 
them, her tits flopping around as she rushed blindly about, searching for 
some escape path. There was none. 

When Dirk finally tired of the game, he grabbed her while Joe produced more 
lengths of leather. He tied her hands behind her back in a double 
figure-eight, then pushed her against the wall. They were whispering 
something Tina could only catch snatches of here and there. When they were 
finished, they took Betty and pushed her in front of the chair, pulling some 
of the wires from the seat and stretching them out a little farther. The 
girl backed against Dirk, shoving her naked ass against his crotch and 
screaming through her gag while shaking her head violently back and forth. 

"No, baby, we ain't gonna shove you back in there again. We got other 
plans." Dirk laughed evilly. 

Joe was bringing up something that looked like an old microphone stand, the 
kind they used in the auditorium above. The top had been refitted with 
something-a long smooth metal cap that looked like a man's cockhead! Joe 
rolled the refashioned microphone stand up in front of Betty, bending down 
and attaching the electrical clamped wires to the base of the thing. The 
girl's eyes rounded as she stared at the tip, guessing what the men were 
going to do to her. 

Tina jerked at her bonds once again, her hair standing on end while her 
flesh prickled. They were going to impale her friend on that long dildo and 
then send current through the metal and electrocute her! 

The two of them stood smirking and enjoying the girl's fear for a while, 
letting her stew for a moment before they took a wrist and arm and raised 
her easily above the floor. 

"No, don't do this to her!" 

"What's the matter, baby? You see something like this and you want it, 
right?" 

Betty shrieked through her gag, her muscles straining against her sweaty, 
glistening flesh as they drew her over the pole, then slowly let her down. 
When the cold tip of the makeshift dildo touched her spread cunt, Betty 
shrieked again, her head snapping back while her legs kicked wildly out from 
her body. 

Dirk and Joe took a firmer grip, pushing her down on the awful prong. When 
the rounded tip slipped past her tense, outer pussy labes, Betty went limp, 
half-passing out while the men lowered her onto the thing. 

"Take it easy. Don't wanna tear her up too bad," Dirk warned. 

Betty awakened fully now when the metal began ramming its way all the way 
into her hole. She cried and yammered through her gag, her arms still 
pulling against the men while they fitted her snugly on the big pole. 
Neither of them said a thing to the teen, pushing her farther and farther 
down until she wound up standing there, held there by impalement on that 
steel thing. It was an infuriating, shameful way for the young brunette to 
stand. 

"Take the gag off her. I wanna hear this." Dirk moved to the master panel he 
had used when torturing both Tina and Betty. 

"Nooo, don't do this to me! Oh, Tina, tell them not to do this to me!" Betty 
screamed the second the awful gag had been torn from her mouth. 

"I can't tell them anything!" Tina cried back, her arms and legs aching from 
the spread position they were pulled into. 

"No, oh God, God in heaven, nooo!" 

Betty squinched her eyes shut, tears oozing from under the long brown lashes 
as Dirk switched on the machine once more and sent a jolt of electricity 
through the pole in her cunt. Betty shrieked, her arms jerking out while she 
pitched forward, nearly falling onto the floor. Joe slapped her hard across 
the face, backhanding her, warning the girl not to stumble from her perch or 
he'd personally beat her into submission. 

Betty sniffed, wiping her eyes with the backs of her fingers. She slowly 
rose on her toes, arching her feet, trying to pull as much of that thing 
away from her cunt as she could. Another jolt of current made her fall back 
to the floor, her body jumping up and down onto the fucking rod. 

The electricity was making Betty fuck herself, turning the girl into a 
helpless puppet while the men laughed and pointed at the moaning teen. It 
was a hell Tina never would have guessed existed here in the basement of her 
high school. And the fires of that hell were far from extinguished. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Betty jerked and jumped as the current increased more and more. She moaned 
and shrieked alternately, her eyes having rolled to the back of her head 
while she fucked herself again and again over the rodding pole. Dirk was 
turning the dial even farther than before, laughing at the teen while she 
flamed scarlet and begged for them to let her go free. 

"Nooo, please, I ... I can't ... can't take this any more!" she stammered. 

But the current shot through her body, singeing her cunt like a wildfire. 
Betty snapped back and forth, her arms swaying and jerking out uselessly 
while her legs struggled to keep her pussy from sliding down too far on the 
rodding dildo. Tina thought she could see sparks shooting out from the 
girl's nose while her nostrils flared and her asscheeks jiggled against one 
another. 

It was an obscene, horrifying scene that aroused Tina terribly. She wished 
in one part of her mind that she could be there, feeling the biting, 
stinging current burning through her body while the large, fucking pole shot 
all the way into her pussy! Tina groaned, trying to rub her thighs together 
to pinch off another climax. But the restraints held, keeping her legs 
spread far apart, forcing her to remain strung up this way, completely 
dissatisfied. 

Betty gave herself up completely to the feeling, pitching forward, hanging 
her head down while jerking her ass up and down as if she were fucking 
someone on the floor. She had climax after climax, her flushing belly and 
face telling the story. When Betty appeared to be exhausting herself, Dirk 
switched off the current, Joe moving quickly in front of the teen to catch 
her as she slipped forward, nearly pushing the tip of the dildo through her 
cuntal walls. 

"Man, she's outta her head. She's goin' nuts." 

Betty was going out of her mind, her legs scissor-kicking while she came and 
came even after she had been pulled from the pole. 

"Yeah, she's goin' outta her head, still thinkin' about fuckin' herself on 
that stick," Dirk agreed, slapping her across the face several times until 
the teen finally snapped from her hysteria. She sank sobbing against Joe's 
shoulders, her degradation complete. Her friend had been completely 
humiliated, and now she was leaning against them, silently begging for 
attention. 

"We'd better get these cunts back outside," Dirk said, checking his silver 
wristwatch. "Don't want their folks to start callin' the cops out." 

"It's a real shame ... real shame," Joe said, moving away from Betty and 
looking back up at Tina. "This one's hotter V a firecracker. I can tell 
that. Man, I can't wait 'til I slip somethin' down her throat or up her 
pussy. Man, good hot pussy, and you got first debs on the fucker." 

"Age first, kid. Now let's get this thing goin'." 

Tina grunted with relief as Joe unsnapped the ratchet and slowly eased the 
awful pressure tugging at her arms. She felt her joints shrink back together 
while her feet finally touched the cold cement floor. Tina steadied herself, 
not wanting to be a prisoner to these men the way Betty apparently had 
become. 

"Get dressed. You know the way out," Dirk snapped to Tina. 

The girl rubbed her chafed wrists and ankles, glad to be free. Betty had 
been thrown to the floor like a used tissue, curling her legs up and 
wrapping her arms around her knees while she sobbed quietly. Picking up her 
clothes from the floor, Tina dressed hurriedly. Betty by this time had 
somewhat recovered, crawling on her hands and knees to the young blonde 
while shaking her head. 

"What've I done? Oh God, what've I done?" she moaned again and again. 

Tina did her best to get her friend out of there, struggling up the stairs, 
half-carrying Betty to the first floor while Dirk brought up the rear, 
letting the two of them out. It was already growing dark, although it was 
light enough for the girls to pick their way across the empty athletic field 
to the boulevard behind. 

"I can't let my mother see me like this," Betty cried, tugging at her brown 
hair. 

"My mom's still at work," Tina said, pulling Betty behind her and ducking 
down a back alley. Two men were watering their respective lawns down the 
block. She didn't want to be seen by them. "We're the same size. You wear my 
things. Your mom won't know the difference," she whispered, rushing forward. 

Betty followed, gathering strength and stopping her wild sobbing. Thank God, 
Tina thought, when she saw the garage empty. Rushing into the house, she 
gave Betty a quick change of clothes, thinking only of how they were going 
to deceive their parents. Thoughts of Joe and Dirk were pushed from her mind 
until later. 

"What'll we do?" Betty wailed, her fingers drawn to her tense mouth as she 
stood once again at the doorway, wearing Tina's light blue cotton dress. 

"We have to talk about it. But we can't give in to them," Tina said tensely, 
curling her fingers against her thighs. "If we do, then they've won." 

That evening Tina did her best to avoid conversation with her mother, using 
an oncoming cold and homework as an excuse to leave the dinner table early. 
It was a restless night, one where the girl couldn't concentrate on anything 
except fucking. In her terror-stricken dreams she felt the leather straps 
biting into her wrists while the anklets stretched her body taut like a 
pulled rubberband. She could feel Dirk's hot hands crawling all over her 
body, pinching and abusing her while her cunt ached. 

Twice she woke from her dream, her nightie soaked with perspiration while 
her cunt throbbed with climax. Tina tried several times to push those awful 
thoughts from her mind, concentrating on anything that would take those 
images of Dirk, Joe and their straining cocks away. 

But nothing worked. The next morning the young blonde teen yawned sleepily, 
pushing her fork through the breakfast eggs and wondering what else would 
happen to her before the men were finished with her. Tina wasn't to be left 
long wondering. 

She and Betty avoided talking to one another that day, their eyes dropping 
modestly to the floor while they struggled with their private thoughts. And 
when Tina saw Joe in her history class the girl nearly screamed at him, 
catching herself and biting her pouty lower lip. He sat there ignoring her, 
dutifully taking notes. 

It was when the bell rang and Joe passed her that Tina realized her 
nightmare was about to start all over again. He dropped a folded piece of 
white paper in her notebook just as she was closing it. Sitting there, 
feeling her cunt heat up suddenly and wink shut, Tina fingered the paper 
nervously as the others shuffled from the classroom. Looking around, the 
young girl opened it and drew in a sharp breath. 

"1817 North Colorado Blvd. Be there tonight-eight sharp!" 

Betty had left. Tina looked around to see if any one else had noticed her 
panic. She sat there alone now. So, the nightmare continued.! Tina crumpled 
the'paper, wanting to throw the thing in the rubbish. But she hesitated, 
knowing Dirk would somehow get her and drag her kicking and screaming to 
that obscure address no matter what she did. 

They had her caged in as if she were a rat rushing from one wall to the next 
in desperate search for an escape route. It was horrid! Tina thought about 
calling the police. But would they believe her? And even if they did, she 
could imagine both Joe and Dirk gloating as they related just how she and 
Betty performed on the ropes. 

Tina moved from her seat, clutching her books to her tits, feeling Dirk's 
cockhead jabbing for her cunt as she walked down the corridor with a slight 
wobble. They had done it. They had turned her into one of them-a fucking 
machine performing for them like a trained seal. She would be there, even 
though everything in her soul told her to run away. The thickness and 
hardness of their cocks ramming her was a potent come-on. 

That night she quickly finished dinner, again telling her puzzled but 
pleased mother she wished to be alone. At seven-thirty Tina hesitated, 
closing her books and feeling woozy as she thought about what lay ahead for 
her. No, she wouldn't go through with it. Joe and Dirk could wait until they 
dropped of old age, but she wouldn't come. 

In the end, however, Tina found herself tiptoeing to the back stairs, 
sneaking down the steps and out into the backyard and then rushing down the 
street toward Colorado Boulevard. 

The address took her only ten blocks from her home to an old two-story 
wood-frame house built in the turn-of-the-century Gothic style. The home 
looked awfully forbidding as Tina walked up the curving drive and climbed 
the stairs. A movement of the brown window curtains told her someone had 
been watching for her. 

"Come on in," Dirk said, holding a can of beer in one hand while stepping 
back. "It's my place. Not bad, eh? 'Course, couldn't pay for the whole 
fucker myself ... even here in Pasadena. "He slammed and locked the door 
behind her. Instinctively Tina knew there were others there even though she 
could see only Dirk. "I knew you'd be here even though Joe thought you might 
try gettin' away. Don't matter. I'd get to you one way or the other." 

Tina felt as if someone had covered her body with slime. The familiar note 
in his voice sickened her, and she wanted only to spit in his face. He had 
made her come here without saying one word. The threat was implied and she 
had given in to it. 

"Come on inside. Don't stay in here," he said, moving behind her and pushing 
the teen gently toward the lit kitchen. Once inside the room Tina noticed 
several ashtrays filled with different brands of cigarettes. It looked as if 
there had been a convention here. She backed away from the table, finding 
herself brushing up against Dirk. 

"Who's here?" 

"Don't matter ... not right now." 

He put the can of half-empty beer down on the stove top, grabbing her by the 
shoulders and digging his fingers into her flesh. Tina thought he would tear 
her to pieces right now, and somehow that thought excited her and made her 
tremble under his hot, probing fingers. Dirk could see the mixture of 
feelings in her eyes, and it gave him incredible pleasure. He pulled her 
dress off gently, careful not to tear the material. When he unbuckled her 
bra and let her tits fall forward she made a move as if to cover them, then 
stopped. It would have been futile and might have been cause for a hard 
slap. 

"Bend over." 

Tina again hesitated, then bent over, feeling her tits roll forward from her 
chest and bump up against her upper arms. He told her to put her fingers up 
against her toes and keep them there while spreading her legs at least three 
feet apart. Her panty-crotch was getting soaked as perspiration and 
cuntjuice flowed together, making her cuntal muscles wink shut as the young 
girl continued to keep her ass high in the air as instructed. 

"Now, you're gonna have some trouble gettin' down the stairs this way," Dirk 
began, opening the center kitchen drawer and pulled out two lengths of 
quarter-inch line. "But I don't think it's gonna stop you from doin' 
anything you want to." 

Tina whimpered in shame as he looped the first length of rope around her 
right wrist, then pulled it taut until her hand was braced against her left 
ankle. Pulling the line tight until it made her fingers icy and numb, the 
stud fixed the rope finally with a double figure-eight. He did the same to 
the other wrist, criss-crossing her arms at the elbow while making sure the 
rope was drawn tight before moving behind her. 

"Now, walk around." 

He slapped her on her ass, his fingers burning through the thin, white 
translucent nylon. Tina moved one foot ahead of her tentatively, her arm 
following. Slowly she learned how to walk in this bent-over, roped way 
without making herself lose her balance. 

Dirk followed her around the large kitchen, throwing chairs in her way, 
making her slip by putting one foot in front of her as she walked 
doubled-up, her tits hanging in front of her. When she reached the stove, he 
popped open the oven door, taking her by the hips and jerking her head into 
the greasy hole. 

"No!" 

Tina wrinkled her nose, the foul smell of the uncleaned oven invading her 
nostrils. It was horrible. Blinking her eyes rapidly, the teen could see the 
blue flame of the broiler winking at her through the filthy black iron 
grating. The odor of years of cooked food and stale grease made her retch 
while Dirk was pushing at her from behind. She strained back, her muscles 
tensing and cramping while her tits scraped painfully against the front of 
the oven. 

He was grabbing at her panties now, pulling them down around her knees, then 
worming one no finger up into her asscrack until it was pressed against her 
shitter. Thoughts about being fucked in the ass shot through her racing 
mind. Tina protested violently, screaming into the oven while trying to back 
away. A sudden blast of heat singeing her hair and burning her face told the 
girl that Dirk had turned on the oven. "Nooooooooooo!" 

The heat was growing worse and worse, making her eyes water while her lips 
dried until they chapped. It was almost impossible to breathe, her mucous 
membranes drying up in the intense heat while her hair tangled in the iron 
bars of the oven grid. What was just as bad was the steady finger probing in 
her asshole. Dirk had shoved one finger up into her shitter, scraping the 
nail around and around the tender lining while her tits and face roasted in 
the belching oven. 

"No, no, don't do this to me! Don't kill me!" she shrieked, her voice 
shrilling into the oven and nearly deafening her ears. 

"Like it? Like some place nice and warm? That's what most you cunts want." 

"Owwwwww!" 

There were two fingers in her asshole now, in his thumb scraping down and 
caressing her clit while his free hand kept her pressed into the oven. Tina 
coughed, the spit drying in her throat as her mouth parched from the dry 
heat. He must have had the stove on all the way! Her eyeballs were drying 
out, smarting and stinging in her head while her skin drew taut over her 
skull. 

Another click from the oven and more heat smashed into her face and tits. 
Her nipples burned and drew back as they brushed over the white-hote grill. 
It felt as if her entire face were on fire! Tina could feel her eyebrows and 
lashes curling back from the heat while a third finger slipped into her 
shitter, spreading her asshole so far open, a train could have slipped in 
without trouble. 

"Nooooo! Oh, God, God, get me out of here! Please, I'll do anything you 
want! You're killing me!" 

Tina feared for her life. Dirk might be so aroused he could forget what he 
was putting her through. She would die like this, doubled over and roped, 
with her body stuffed into an oven. 

"Okay, okay, stop your damned screamin'!" 

Tina almost collapsed to the floor, feeling the sudden cool wash of air 
against her face and tits. He had pulled his fingers from her asshole first, 
wiping them against his shirt while turning off the stove. 

"Now, down the stairs ... still like that. I'm not gonna give you any break, 
baby ... at least, not yet." 

He walked in front of her, opening a green wooden door just behind the 
stove. Shaking the long blonde hair from her eyes, Tina waddled to the 
doorway, stopped for a second and rolling her eyes up at Dirk. He motioned 
impatiently with one hand for her to start on the way down. 

Tentatively the girl took a step, lowering one foot, feeling her body 
teetering dangerously forward. When she felt his hands grip her shoulders, 
the teen wasn't surprised at all. He was going to heave her down the steep 
basement steps. 

"No, please, I'll try ... I'll try harder," she gasped, struggling to push 
her body backward. 

But Dirk pushed her forward, sending her spinning against the opposite 
railing, then tumbling head over heels down the non-skid, padded steps until 
she came to rest in a crumpled, unconscious heap at the foot of the stairs. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Before Tina dared open her eyes, she knew she was bound helplessly. She 
could feel her legs pulled apart and raised above her body, with the ankles 
cuffed to something. Slowly the girl cracked her lids, realizing in a flash 
that she was in total darkness! Her arms had been stretched back as far as 
they could go. Her wrists were cuffed to what she guessed was metal or steel 
while her asscheeks rested on the splintery wood underneath. Tina tried 
bending her legs, but the cuffs wrapped around her ankles made that 
impossible. 

Dirk and Joe had put her through hell and they were doing it again. Worse, 
she had come here on her own power, wanting to throw herself into the pit, 
feeling excited as she climbed the stairs to the porch, her heart pounding 
with expectations. What on earth was wrong with her? 

What was that? For a while there was nothing but the noise of her own 
labored breathing. The claw-like skitter of some small animal had made her 
catch her breath, wondering if rats were moving around her, waiting to climb 
onto her naked body and start chewing. The thought made her scream, twisting 
around on the board she rested on, tugging wildly at her bonds. The cuffs 
and rope hurt her ankles and wrists while her shrill shrieking bounced off 
the narrow walls. 

Tina stopped, cocking her head to one side. No. It must have been her 
imagination. There was nothing in the room except her. She adjusted her 
lying position once again, feeling the splinters digging into her naked ass. 
Dirk or someone had obviously untied her then finished stripping her. Tina 
worked her hips against one another. No. There was no cum in her pussy. She 
hadn't been raped ... yet. But knowing the janitor, that little oversight 
would soon be taken care of. 

Footsteps! She could hear someone coming. Tina tensed, feeling her heart 
start to pound so hard she thought it would explode! There was a pause 
outside. Then the door cracked open, a narrow beam of yellow light flooding 
into the room. She could hear whispering outside. A hand slipped in and 
switched on something. The table under her suddenly began to rumble, the 
gentle shaking exciting her cunt. Tina licked her dry lips, feeling her 
nipples starting to grow stiff and rise up. 

What was happening! She could feel her arms being pulled back. 

"No, stop!" 

There was no one in the room. She was sure of that. There had to be some 
machine, something that was stretching her body there against the wooden 
table. Tina jerked her head from left to right, her long hair splashing over 
her reddened face while her arms stretched farther and farther back. The 
girl screamed, her mouth tearing open as she felt the growing stretching 
pain in her upper arms and elbows. They were going to pull her arms from 
their sockets! 

Tina shrieked again, drumming the backs of her legs against the splintery 
wood. She couldn't take this any more! She would faint from the pain and 
pressure against her joints. Already she could feel the violent throbbing in 
her knees. Tina's tits flattened against her upper chest as the bench 
groaned yet again. Just when the girl thought she would pass out from the 
increasing agoily, the machine stopped. 

Tina breathed hard, her lips still torn open, the raspy breaths gurgling 
from her throat. She tried doing anything she could to ease the pulling 
tension against her body. The door opened wider this time and Joe stepped 
in! He had stripped down to his Levi's, his bare chest glistening in the dim 
light surrounding her. Tina writhed in agony, staring with a mixture of hate 
and excitement at the young man who approached her now. 

"It's a little thing Dirk worked up ... a system of pulleys in the wall," 
Joe explained, waving one hand in the direction of her wrists. 

Tina didn't care about explanations. She was broiling in agony, wanting only 
to be released. 

"But guess you don't care about that. Maybe this'll give you something to 
care about." Joe bent over and picked up a small stick. "It's called a 
taser-something cops use. Bet you heard about it on T.V." 

Tina's eyes rounded, her nostrils flaring as she took in the horrid thing. 
Of course she had heard about it. Some police departments had banned the use 
of the thing, calling it cruel and unusual punishment. But they were 
available on the black market. And now Joe stood above her, holding that 
awful stun gun, laughing at her as she lay stretched on the wood. 

Dots of perspiration beaded her forehead while streaks of sweat oozed down 
from under her stretched-back arms. Tina could only think of the stories she 
had heard about those things-about the men who had died or wound up in the 
hospital because of that awful device. 

"Oh no, no, don't ... you'll kill me with that thing," she whispered. 

Joe shrugged, switching the taser on, then bringing the metal tip down 
closer to her body. Tina whimpered, her eyes bugging from her head while she 
breathed heavily. Her belly heaved up and down while her tits slapped wetly 
together. 

Her body gave off a sheen as Joe brought the buzzing taser down against a 
spot just below her knee. 

"Alyeeeeeeeee!" 

Tina thought someone had taken a bite from her leg! She shrieked, slamming 
her legs against the wooden bench while experiencing the full tearing agony 
of the taser against her flesh. She cried out again, tears starting from her 
eyes while Joe only laughed at her. 

"Not bad, eh? Maybe it's a little low," Joe said with a chuckle. 

"No! No! Don't do this to me!" she panted, here eyes begging the young stud. 

"Why not? Seems you can take anything we throw at you. Here's somethin' else 
for you to catch." 

She heaved deep, gusting breaths, watching as the taser came down a second 
time. This time Joe brushed the metal tip over her belly, laughing as Tina 
shrilled another cry and arched her spine, her stomach muscles cramping into 
tiny knots. She shouted again and again, beating her head against the wooden 
table while she yowled. 

Tina felt her throat growing tight and raw from all the crying out. But 
there was nothing she could do. The pain was horrid! And now ... and now he 
had the taser around her nipples! Sheer animal fear rushed through her, 
tearing away any thoughts except those of escape and fear of pain. 

Tina screamed again, fearing he had burned her nipples off! Joe had worked 
quickly, first touching the right tit tip, then the left, backing away as 
the young teen jerked her body against the straining ropes to either side of 
her. Tina shrieked again, coughing and choking on her own spit while the 
awful taser hovered over her tits. When Joe brought the thing down again the 
young girl let out another scream, jerking her head up and watching the blue 
and yellow sparks fly from the metal tip of the taser into her nipples. She 
could smell flesh burning! 

Tina screamed wildly, twisting her body against the wood, feeling the 
splinters knifing into her flesh. It was awful, menacing as she took in all 
the agony Joe fed her. 

"Now this!" 

He turned down the power for a moment, dropping the taser gun down to her 
thighs. Tina whimpered, closing her eyes, feeling a pulse of terror leap 
through her throat. She could feel a kind of buzzing, sharp tingling of the 
electricity against her flesh. It made her cuntal muscles quiver itchily, 
bunching up against one another while more and more juice flowed. It was 
shamefully pleasurable, something she knew Joe could see. 

He was leering down at her, nodding his head up and down as if he had 
expected something like this. He moved the thing closer up to her cunt. Her 
body shivered with expectation and terror. In spite of the agonizing pain, 
Tina felt her nipples puckering into stiff points. Her big tits were still 
flattened against her upper chest by her manacled arms, her cleavage almost 
having disappeared by the hard stretching. 

Tina sobbed, her mind reeling wildly as she watched the taser come closer 
and closer to her pussy. Joe's eyes glittered. She could hear whispering 
crackles, a sign that the electricity was burning the fine peach fuzz 
covering her white flesh. Then he had the thing over her pussy, barely 
touching the tops of her curly cunthairs. 

Tina shuddered, watching as the taser dropped a few more centimeters and 
sent her cuntal muscles into spasms. The singeing hair added to the smell of 
the dampness of the cellar, making her retch dryly. And then ... and then 
Joe dropped the awful machine down against her pussy. 

"Eeeekkkkk!" 

The pain was awful. For one mad second, Tina thought she would be able to 
tear the ropes and chains from the wall and bring the house down on them 
all. With a tearing pain in her throat, her breath blew out, dragging a 
hellish shriek with it. Tina felt more hot tears flow as she shuddered and 
shivered under the horror of the agony. 

Then it was gone! The girl let out a long sigh, realizing just how wonderful 
feeling nothing was! Tina let out a cry when she saw the taser coming down a 
second time, however, this time dropping against her tits again. Tina 
shouted and shrieked, thinking he was about to rip her tits from her chest. 
The electricity was tearing her to pieces! Joe looked tense and severe, 
sliding the taser down to her cunt, then bringing it back up along her 
spasming belly to her tits again. 

Tina felt herself losing control. She was pissing on herself, the hot salty 
urine spurting from her cunthole and wetting down her thighs and asscheeks. 
The teen above her laughed, moving the taser down to her calves and sending 
cramping agony shooting through her thighs and toes. 

"No more! Oh God, no more!" she screamed, her eyes rolling around in her 
head. 

Then it was over. She heard the taser snap off. The only sound in the room 
once more was her own breathing. Joe placed the taser gun on a nearby table, 
folding his thick-muscled arms over his bare chest and staring down at her. 

"Shit! I was gonna fuck you after this. But you pissed all over yourself," 
he said with a frown. "Don't wanna fuck a Goddamned peehole. Gotta clean you 
up, I guess." 

Tina barely understood him. His lips were moving, something was coming out. 
But the fear and the pain had numbed her brain even now. She knew someone 
was releasing her ankles and wrists. 

"This way." 

Did he expect her to stand? The girl desperately tried to follow orders and 
push her legs off the bench. But nothing would happen. It was as if the 
taser had paralyzed her for good. Tina tried again, but her body wouldn't 
move an inch from the bench. Joe muttered something, reaching down and 
pushing her from the table. "This way." 

Did he expect her to stand? The girl desperately tried to follow orders and 
push her legs off the bench. But nothing would happen. It was as if the 
taser had paralyzed her for good. Tina tried again, but her body wouldn't 
move an inch from the bench. Joe muttered something, reaching down and 
pushing her from the table. 

Tina cried out, rolling over and collapsing in a heap onto the floor. The 
fall had brought her back to life as she pulled herself up, feeling the frag 
of her tits against her upper chest. Joe bent over and helped her up, 
pushing her toward the door. He was taking her down some dark corridor. 
Above her, Tina could hear the floor creaking. There were others in the 
house, probably in the kitchen, she thought. It was growing damper and 
darker where they walked. Tina narrowed her eyes, shuffling forward, feeling 
Joe's fingers tightening around her upper right arm. He pushed her into 
another room, with a floor that seemed terribly cold and slick. 

Joe switched on the lights. Unlike the other room, this one was illuminated 
by two glowing fluorescent tubes screwed into the low ceiling. At once Tina 
saw the place was a kind of wash down center. The walls were white and 
slick, looking as if they had been painted recently with enamel. The floor 
was slick as well, three edges of it grooved into small canals that ended in 
drains. 

There were four sets of chains hanging limply from the walls, with pincers 
attached to the ends. The chains were close together, only about sixteen 
inches apart Tina guessed. It was to one of these sets Joe puslid her, 
slapping the teen on the ass and squeezing her asscheeks with one hand until 
she squealed. 

"What are we doing here?" she asked with a quivering voice. 

"Gotta clean you up, like I said! I ain't gonna fuck you with piss in your 
cunt," Joe said, pushing her between her shoulder blades hard. 

Tina stumbled forward, stubbing her toes on the tile. Regaining her balance, 
she pushed the hair from her face and marched toward the wall. She stopped 
when Joe told her to, only a few inches from the brightly painted concrete 
slab in front of her. Joe moved quickly to insure he would succeed, taking 
the far clamp and opening the pincer, cinching it onto her right tit nub. 
Tina opened her mouth to scream, backing away an inch or two. But the young 
stud had opened the other clamp, pinching it onto her left nipple. 

When Tina jerked her hands around until she could feel the tiny bones 
cracking against each other. She cried in pain. 

'I Owwwwwww!" 

"Thought I'd have to fix these," he muttered, reaching back with one hand 
and producing two small pieces of rope he had carried in from the other 
room. He bound her wrists tightly together behind her back while Tina 
sobbed, pressing her hot, throbbing forehead against the cold slimy wall. 
She hated the bondage, hated the ropes biting into her flesh. They had 
nearly eaten through her skin to her bone! Why couldn't they leave her 
alone? 

"Now, we'll clean you up." 

Tina stood there, her knees knocking against one another. At least her 
ankles were free, she thought to herself, curling her toes against the cold 
floor, her flesh puckering into goose pimples and making her nipples stretch 
teasingly against her tits. 

"Oh God, God, help me through this," Tina muttered. 

There were sounds behind her. Tina wondered if she should turn around. 
Perhaps it would be better just to stand there and wonder what would happen 
until it did. She heard metal clanking against the floor, a sound that made 
her jump a little while her breath caught. No. She had to see what he was 
going to do to her. 

Turning, careful not to increase the pressure of the clamps biting into her 
sore nipples, Tina moved around and saw Joe standing there holding a carwash 
wand in one hand! A thin black rubber hose was attached to the base that was 
screwed into a rusty faucet near the doorway. Joe was bending to one side 
now, his fingers loosely gripping the handle of the wand while his other 
hand was turning the top dial. 

Tina shook her head, turning around and staring at the wall in front of her. 
A blast of hot water smashed against her asscheeks, making her stand on 
tiptoe and slam her body against the wall. The pincers chewed relentlessly 
into her nipples, tearing at the nubs while the burning spray made her 
asshole stretch and quiver. 

Her knees knocked and banged against the slab in front of her while her feet 
slipped over the floor. She couldn't lose her balance and fall! Oh God, she 
would tear her nipples from her tits surely! 

"Uhhhhh!" 

Joe was pointing the scalding spray against the backs of her knees, working 
it around her ankles, then back up to her ass. He was walking up to her now, 
and the closer he came, the more stinging the spray! She felt her asscheeks 
burning both from the severity of the spray as well as the growing heat. 
Tina screamed, flattening her belly and tits against the wall while Joe 
played the water up and down. 

When he moved the water to one side, trying to get at her cunt, the girl 
twisted around, feeling the pulling tear of the pincers against her nipples. 
They stretched the tit nubs painfully while the water burned her flesh. He 
was trying to knock her off-balance, up-end her and make her fall so she 
would hang by her nipples like a piece of beef! "No!" 

Tina shouted at him in defiance, struggling against the stream. He was 
directing the water at her crotch now, having worked the wand around. The 
water hit like a tiny hammer against her clit, setting her pussy on fire. 
The spray opened her swelling, rubbery cuntlips, setting more flashes of 
delight rushing through her veins. 

Tina ground her teeth together, her body swaying back and forth, and the 
chains pulling straight out from the wall and tugging her tits up from her 
chest. 

"Oh God, no, no, nooo!" 

She was glaring at him, wanting to spit in his face while at the same time 
feeling the glory of arousal radiating out from her cunt. Oh God, God, how 
beautiful, how ... how wonderful this was happening. At yet the same time, 
how horrid this pain was making her this wildly excited! Tina reveled in her 
degradation now as the stinging spray continued to do its work. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"Uhhh ... ooooooh!" 

Tina nearly collapsed to the floor. She had to lean heavily against the wall 
in front of her, bracing her body up as the water shot into her cunt, 
washing away the mixture of piss and cuntjuice. She nearly doubled up, her 
mouth opening wide as a fiery blast of erotic feeling shot through her. 

The water was jus t hot enough to make her sweat under it. Tina rolled her 
belly under the spray, trying to get her cunt away from the moving hot 
stream. Joe moved back, shooting the stinging stream up between her long, 
shivering thighs. 

Tina couldn't hide her arousal any longer. She hunched back at the stream, 
pushing her ass up in the air and finding herself fucking at the water! It 
was horrid what he was doing to her, turning her into a mindless fucking 
machine! 

The pincers pulled at her tits again, distending her brown, stiff nipples, 
the tiny teeth tearing at her sensitive flesh. When he shot the water again 
against her cunt, it was like a wide sucking mouth against her throbbing 
hole. 

Tina gasped, her slick body moving from side to side. She threw herself 
against the wall again, not daring to turn to face the stream. Joe was 
moving it up her body now, spraying the stream into her face and taking her 
breath away with it. The girl screamed twice, falling back and losing her 
balance. She fell to her knees, her tits pulling up, the nipples tearing 
against the biting clamps. Again Tina's mind blanched with the horrid pain, 
her feet scrambling under her red, jiggling asscheeks as she fought for 
balance. Somehow the teen managed to regain her footing, bracing herself 
against the wall, and panting heavily like a beaten animal. "Ooooooooh!" 

Joe moved around once more, taking the wand and shoving the burning tip up 
into her shitter for a second. Tina squawked, her knees shooting apart whole 
her belly bulged from the intrusion. 

"Stop it! Oh God, you're killing me!" 

Tina felt the muscles in her shapely body working against the spray as she 
turned one way then another, trying to keep her face from the spray while 
her cuntal muscles cramped deliciously shut on nothing. Steam had begun to 
rise from the floor, curling up toward the ceiling and hanging there like 
clouds. 

Joe moved around to the front once more, blasting the water against her 
tits. Her nipples throbbed under the double stimulation of the pincers 
biting down into her nipples combined with the stinging spray hosing over 
her stretched tit nubs. The outside heat of the water and inner heat of her 
lust combined to make the girl pant as much from excitement as from the pain 
with the spray. 

"Uhhhh!" 

And now the incredibly heavy rush of water on her clit-zone and cunthole 
made the girl's hips rise and jerk from left to right. She found herself 
pushing her legs apart, inviting Joe to shove the hose up between her legs. 
Her hips rolled about while she jerked her hands against her lower back, 
oblivious to the tearing clamp of the metal against her wrists. 

Joe moved the water back up to her chest, the splashing spray bouncing off 
her tits and filling her nostrils and mouth. Tina coughed and gasped for 
air, feeling the lascivious heat burning through her pussy. She was 
helpless, tied this way, Joe moving the wand up and down, spraying her cunt, 
then twisting the hose about and sending the hot stream coursing through her 
asshole. 

It wouldn't be long before the climax building in her cunt would explode. 
Tina could feel the unmistakable tension in her crotch, the slow opening and 
closing of her cuntal muscles. She hoped Joe would stop when she started to 
cum. If he kept on, she knew she wouldn't be able to resist anything he did 
to her until her orgasm tapered off. 

Tina started twisting her hips around, looking for more of the stream. The 
lascivious mass of feelings gathering in her crotch accelerated, sharpening 
to a pinpoint as the stinging spray beat at her clit. She writhed to get the 
flow onto her cuntal mouth, groaning through her tensed lips, feeling the 
pincers bite more teasingly into her stretched tit nubs. 

Joe moved the spray again, hitting her tits with it, then moving it back to 
her pussy. The young stud was taking careful aim with the hose, his 
movements adding to the rutting flush she felt throughout her body. Once 
more the stream blasted across her rippling belly and onto her tits. Tina 
felt the water toying with her pinched nipples longer this time. It was 
forcing the rubbery tips up, pulling the restraining small chains with them. 
The full underswell of her tits throbbed under the hot, steady flow. 

Tina growled, jiggling her asscheeks against one another, feeling the 
resulting heavy jiggling as a stimulation against her clit. All this was 
taking away her strength, draining her like a dry sponge as she tensed 
herself to rush her climax. 

"Uhh ... huhhhhhh!" 

She could have cried with frustration. Joe was playing the water between her 
spread thighs. 

Only the softer drops hit her cunt now. Again Tina felt the hot metal tip 
shove up against her shitter, the water shooting up into her bowels and 
making her belly swell. The resultant hot flash of pain nearly sent Tina 
falling to the slick floor beneath her. Then the spray was against her belly 
once more. She spread herself for the invading stream, feeling the vulgar 
thrill of the blast against her clenching ring of cuntal muscles. 

"Yeah, baby, fuck it out, fuck that stream out, just like it was my cock!" 

"No, no, don't ... oh God, don't do this to me!" she shrieked. 

Tina slammed her body again and again against the wall in front of her, 
stars shooting in front of her eyes. She was going to cum. She could feel 
that now-the hot, tense feeling turning into something much more achy and 
urgent. It made her draw in breath with a raspy sound, her ribs heaving 
mightily while her nipples hardened even more. When the stream came back 
down against her cunt, she felt her pussy clench like a fist. She could 
almost hear the wet slapping of her cuntal walls against one another as they 
clamped down on thin air. Oh, how raw and itchy they felt! "Ooooooooh!" 

Joe blasted the stream one last time across her tits, making the nipples 
pucker inward, then tremble as the pincers still tore at the flesh. She 
could hear Joe laughing behind her. But nothing mattered right now. All the 
girl wanted was to have the powerful stream stop. She didn't know how much 
longer she could survive this awful attack without falling to pieces and 
injuring herself terribly. 

She wanted to scream. The water and gut-wrenching burst of her climax 
wouldn't let her, however. She writhed there against the wall. The sound of 
the water splashing in front of her drowned out everything. Tina strangled 
on her sobs, her breath driven out by her climax. She rolled her hips again, 
feeling the stream blasting against the spasming, clenching ring of her 
cunthole. The room seemed to darken as she slipped back, then fell forward, 
pulled by the relentless tug of the chains pinching her tits. Tina moaned, 
clawing her bound hands against her asscheeks as if she were trying to get 
away from the terrifying power of her climax. 

"Uhhhhhh!" 

Her skin was painfully tight, stretched over her bones and muscles by the 
tension racking her body. Her nipples hurt. The whole surface of each tit 
hurt, the pain increased by the steel clamps chewing into the tit nubs. Tina 
gagged on her own spit, crying out in delight and agony as another powerful 
spasm blasted through her crotch. She threw back her head, feeling the wet 
silky sweep of her hair against the tops of her asscheeks. 

The naked, tortured, still-cumming girl tried pulling away from the chains 
yet a third time, shaking her head wildly from side to side as her clit 
throbbed against the surrounding pulsing cuntflesh. Her arms shuddered and 
her body was racked by the terrible spasms of climax. Tina felt her knees 
buckling under her again, her body falling to the floor. Even the tearing 
sensation of the clamps against her nipples couldn't bring her to her feet 
again. Tina struggled, her legs cramping from the strain, her cunt throbbing 
wildly while her asshole winked shut in time with the beats of her clit. 

Joe moved around, softening the spray a bit, then jamming two inches of the 
hot metal tip into her pussy. That was all Tina needed. Her knees knocked 
together then against the wall while the hot spray shot up into her cunt. He 
fucked her with the wand, chugging the thing up and down while working the 
spray deep into her cunt. The hard-crashing droplets were touching 
nerve-endings the dildos and pricks hadn't even approached earlier. 

Her body arched upward, her tits pulled all the way now from her body, her 
nipples stretched thin. She fell back farther, her screams echoing through 
the room and beating against her ears as the white-painted wall in front of 
her grew dark. 

But the young blonde teen couldn't stop her climax. It roared on, smashing 
along her spine, careening off her brain, then rushing through her scorched 
veins back to her convulsing cunt. Again and again she felt her pussy 
muscles clamp down on thin air, making soft, sucking sounds while Joe 
caressed her ass. When she felt his fingers slip into her asshole, the young 
teen thought she would fall apart. He was fucking her with those fingers, 
rubbing what felt like his cock up against her asscrack. Was he going to 
fuck her in the asshole? Tina didn't care. There was nothing he could do to 
her she wouldn't like. Her spasms drove her temporarily mad as she came and 
came and came, her knees continuing to buckle. 

When it was over, the girl found herself lying on the wet floor, the clamps 
having been torn from her aching nipples. Tina cried, drawing her knees up 
to her tits, her body shivering while her head lolled from side to side. She 
caught glimpses of the overhead light burning into her eyes and turned away. 
Every nerve ending in her body had been over-stimulated. He had made her cum 
so violently, it was difficult for her to breathe now as she lay motionless 
on the cement. 

"That was good, real good, baby. I like that feeling of havin' you cum 
against my fingers. Man, you practically pulled them outta joint." Joe wiped 
his lips with the back of his right hand. 

For a moment Tina thought he was going to jump her, knock her legs apart and 
fuck her while he kept her wrists bound behind her back. But instead Joe did 
nothing, nudging her ass several times, then turning and putting the washing 
wand back into the small blue holder from which it came. Tina closed her 
eyes in defeat, both glad and revolted that she had come. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

They had let her rest in that awkward position for nearly an hour. Tina 
rolled onto her right side, stretching her legs, and rubbing her upper arms 
against her sore nipples until they didn't throb and hurt so much. Later, 
her shoulders began to ache from lying in the same position. Half-sitting 
up, Tina looked around, her eyes hurting from the bright overhead light. 
There were no sounds other than the unsteady dripping of water from the 
walls and from the washing wand behind her. "Hello?" 

Tina was rubbing her wrists against the rope holding them together and 
wondering what would happen to her next. When the door crashed open without 
warning, making her scream with a start, she knew perhaps the worst of her 
ordeal he ahead of her. It was Dirk with two men she didn't recognize. He 
said nothing, grabbing her from the floor and shoving her hard against the 
other two. 

There were hands all over her, fingers clutching at her tits, squeezing her 
asscheeks, two fingers slipping into her cunthole, a knee jabbing hard 
against her spine. It was all so sudden, so violent, and they were pushing 
and shoving at her all the while, stepping on her naked feet, and hitting 
her. She laughed and cried hysterically, her body abused as the men pushed 
her out the doorway until she stumbled and fell. 

Dirk untied her hands, kicking her hard in the ribs, his right booted toe 
bruising her flesh. Tina let out a groan, rolling over and over, drawing her 
hands protectively up around her chest. Another kick landed a boot squarely 
between her asscheeks, sending the teen skittering for ward into the 
corridor wall. It was dark again. Tina could hardly see in front of her as 
she tried madly to scramble to her feet. Someone was cupping her cunt, 
squeezing the throbbing, moist meat hard while fucking her asshole with his 
other hand. 

Tina clawed her way from the awful men, nearly on all fours now, stumbling 
forward while fists and boots kicked and hit her. She was screaming and 
scratching her way through the corridor, not knowing where she was going. 
She only hoped it would be somewhere away from these horrid men. There! Yes 
there, to the right. An opened door with light shining from it. At this 
point any refuge seemed a salvation for her. 

With a shout of triumph, Tina stumbled to the door, pitching herself in, 
then stopping short with a sharp scream. There was Betty, hanging upside 
down from the ceiling by her ankles, her legs spread widely apart by a 
two-by-four while her wrists were bound to chains attached to floor 
eyehooks. Her body was in an X, similar to the position Tina had found 
herself in earlier, but upside down. 

Betty's hair spread against the concrete floor while large red marks on her 
belly, tits and ass told Tina that the men had worked her over cruelly. She 
was hanging there dazed, unaware of Tina's presence as the men gathered 
behind the girl and pushed her in. Dirk was there, slipping a 
cat-o'-nine-tails back into a holder attached to the cinder block wall. 

"Your friend got the same message. But she didn't come. Good thing I got 
into the school files and found out where the little bitch lives. Her folks 
don't even know I grabbed her," Dirk said proudly, chuckling as he examined 
the girl's whip-striped body. 

"Oh my God!" 

Tina covered her mouth with both hands, feeling the bile rising in her 
throat. This was too much! 

"These guys are buddies of mine. You like our playrooms down here? That's 
how I afford this place, everybody kicking in some coins while I get the 
cunts for the fun," Dirk explained, motioning to Betty who still groaned 
from her upside-down position 

"Animal!" Tina cried, forgetting herself and throwing her body against him. 

She scratched at his face, kicking and biting while he stood there stunned 
at her sudden aggression for the moment. The paralysis lasted only for a 
second, however, his hands reaching up and shoving her violently away. Tina 
stumbled over her own feet, tumbling backward and landing hard on her ass. 
The men behind her laughed, slamming the door shut. Betty by now had blinked 
her eyes open and saw her friend. 

"They've won, Tina. They've got us." She moaned, tears streaming from her 
eyes. "There's nothing we can do. They got into my house through the window 
and-" 

"Shaddup," Dirk said, smacking her head across the spine. 

Betty let out a sharp cry, forcing herself to be silent while Tina shook her 
head, drawing her legs protectively under her firm ass. She could be 
thankful for now, she thought, that Dirk or the others hadn't hung her 
upside down or beaten her. They had taken out their savagery on Betty, 
something that made the blonde teen smile in spite of herself. Yes. She was 
becoming one of them, enjoying the pain, and glad someone else was being 
hurt. 

"But you ain't gonna get away with anything, baby. Don't even think it." 
Dirk said. 

The men behind her roared with approval. Something was happening in her, 
something that made her want them to do their worst to her. She would show 
them. She would survive and even enjoy it, cumming in their faces and daring 
them to abuse her. Someone-Joe, she thought-came up behind her, stretching a 
leather belt under her chin, then sliding it against her windpipe. She could 
hear the massive laughing as the black leather choked down, squeezing her 
throat, making her squawk and jerk her hands up, her fingers clawing wildly 
at the restraint. He was pulling her back, dragging her naked ass over the 
floor, her heels kicking back while her eyes rolled about and her tongue 
wriggled from her mouth. She tried screaming, bright yellow spots exploding 
in front of her as the leather choked down against her windpipe. The young 
teen tried scrambling up to her feet, bending her knees frantically, trying 
to shove back to give more slack to the choking leather belt. Nothing 
worked. 

Tina thought they were going to squeeze the air from her when the belt 
loosened around her throat. Joe had dragged her to one corner of the room 
where a long metal table stood, a drain at one end that opened to a funnel 
below. There were two straps-one at the head, one at the foot, that now hung 
open. 

Joe and someone else grabbed the screaming teen, pitching her onto the 
table, then holding her down while Dirk moved forward and cinched the straps 
against her tits and knees. Tina screamed wildly, beating her head against 
the metal. 

"Now, you're gonna know for a long time just what the fuck we're all about. 
You'll have a little reminder ... you and your cunty little friend over 
there," Dirk said with a mysterious grin. 

"What ... what's that?" 

All the men's faces blurred together in a terrible blur as she lay there on 
the horrid steel dissecting table. Someone had pushed a small hibachi 
forward, the glowing coals obviously having been stoked until they were hot 
and ready for heating something. Dirk had lit a cigarette from them, puffing 
the smoke in Tina's face, then lowering it down over her belly. She shut her 
eyes, whimpering as the heat singed the white fuzz from her flesh. 

Oh, Jesus, Jesus, it all felt so good as the heat crept down her belly 
button and moved through her clenching cunt. Everything-the pain, the 
terror, the arousal all merged into one. 

Crouching a little farther, Dirk spread her legs, working his fingers 
between her pussy labes, unsticking them. Tina's fingers became fists while 
her thigh and belly muscles tightened. He touched a few frazzled hairs of 
her pussy. Tina sucked in a deep breath, her neck muscles standing out. 

She trembled all over, begging him silently and yet at the same time 
readying herself for the inevitable burning touch. It came, making her 
scream while her legs fought to close on that burrowing hot needle. Her clit 
filled while the cigarette hissed and went out. 

"She's ready." 

Dirk stretched out one hand while Joe rattled the coals about in the black 
hibachi. Snapping her head around, Tina saw the young stud handing the 
janitor a long steel poker. There was a half-disc at the end, glowing hotly 
now as Dirk tested the weight, hefting it up and down, cutting the fetid air 
with the branding iron. Branding! That's what he meant when he told her she 
would remember this evening! 

Tina screamed, the veins starting from her neck while she arched her back 
and strained against the wide leather bands holding her to the dissecting 
table. She thrashed as much as she could, while her eyes focused on that 
horrid iron dropping closer and closer to her body. 

"No! No! No!" 

Red and orange sparks flew up from the hibachi as Dirk stirred the iron 
through the coals once more, enjoying her terror. There was soft murmuring 
around her, almost a kind of chanting. When the tip of the branding iron 
slipped back down, only an inch now from her right thigh, Tina muttered 
again. 

"No ... oh my God ... no, don't ... don't hurt me with that thing!" 

Dirk lowered the iron, looking up at Joe, then around at the others. The hot 
tip glowed a red, blistering path between her thighs. The scalding heat 
singed her tender flesh, making her sweat more profusely as she waited for 
the final touch. Then he was down at her cunt, shriveling her pussy hairs 
with the iron. Tina couldn't take it any longer. And when the glowing disc 
finally pressed against her left thigh, burning its emblem into her smoking 
flesh, the young blonde teen shrieked almost with relief, feeling her cunt 
spasm with a wild, stinging cum while her skin burned and blistered. 
"Eeeeekkk!" 

And when they had branded Betty, twisting the hot iron into her asscheeks, 
Tina could only laugh cruelly, shrieking and screaming while her friend's 
cries filled the room. 

* * * 

"Wow, so there's this kinda ... sex club you two belong to?" 

"Well, sort of. And it's very selective," Tina said, winking knowingly to 
Betty who sipped her chocolate milk in the high school cafeteria. 

"And he's in it?" the young freshman asked, her eyes rounding with 
excitement as she looked at Joe standing in the fast food line. 

"Uh-huh. And you'll really like it. And it's safe. I mean, we wouldn't tell 
you about anything like that unless we were part of it and sure. After all, 
" Tina said, "we're your big sisters here. We're supposed to guide you 
through your first year here at Hollywood High." 

The girl bit her lower lip, looking from side to side, then nodding her head 
excitedly up and down. 

"Wow, I can hardly wait." The girl had been persuaded. 

Tina folded the wax paper neatly over her sandwich, smiling while the young 
freshman bubbled over about how she was looking forward to this new club. 
Dirk, she thought, would have another convert. It had worked with her, then 
finally Betty. The wound had healed on her thigh. He was right. That burn 
had done more than simply remind her of what had happened. It had made her 
part of them all, and Betty as well. 

"It's more fun than I thought coming here," the girl bubbled over. 

"Oh, just you wait. Just wait," Tina said, rising from behind the long table 
and gathering her belongings. She would have to tell Joe about this new 
convert. It would be an interesting night. 


THE END
