still light outside. Perhaps it was only four, maybe five. She would be missed at home within an hour or so. What would she tell her mother? How could she ever explain something this evil, this perverted to her mother? No, no, never would her mother know about this incident in her life. Even Julie would be kept in the dark. She would make up some story about seeing a guy to keep Julie satisfied.
'Hey, baby, you rested up?'
Janet had hoped they would forget her. But from the tone of Jack's voice, the end of her ordeal hadn't come yet.
'Please, just let me go. You've done enough to me already, haven't you?'
She heard laughter. Apparently they hadn't. She heard chairs scuffling across the wood.
Peering up again, Janet saw them approaching, their chests bare although all three had slipped their Levi's back on. They stopped short of the couch, their faces sneering down at her.
She knew they were looking at her as if she were the lowest creature on earth! They weren't the scum any longer. She was the dirt, the mud they could trample on. She had proven just how sluttish she was a few moments ago. She could have resisted, could have refused to participate in their awful game. But instead she had taken them on willingly, had embraced their perversions with an enthusiasm that surprised even these animals! Yes, they were right in looking down at her! She was scum, the lowest of the low!
'Get on down, baby… get on down and lick them boots,' Jack said.
Janet pushed herself weakly up from the couch, brushing her hair from her eyes. She looked blankly into his eyes. Her mind was still scrambled from the mind-blasting fuck she'd just received. 'Wh-what?'
Something about boots? What had he said? What had he ordered her to do? Something awful? Probably. She couldn't imagine Jack was asking her to do anything decent.
'I said lick my fuckin' boots. You been doin' everything else around here, baby. You ain't fit for decent people any more. Fuck, you got about as much class as a toilet bottom. So, baby, you gonna show yourself just how low you are. Now lick them boots.'
Jack shot one hand out, griping her by the hair and tugging hard.
Janet screamed, her eyelids fluttering. She beat at his fingers, her legs flailing against the sofa. The pain was excruciating. For a moment there Janet had thought the men had numbed her reactions. But she could still feel pain, still feel fear.
She slid off the couch, tumbling in a heap at the big man's feet. He let go of her hair, his hands on his hips, his lips curled once more into a broad sneer. She had heard him correctly.
'Lick 'em!'
He shoved his filthy boots caked with mud under her chin.
Janet jerked away, her blonde hair curtaining her face once more. Maniacs, all of them! They should all be put away somewhere where they couldn't harm the rest of society. 'I said lick 'em!'
He would hit her if she didn't obey quickly. Janet leaned forward, supporting her body with both hands while her legs lay tucked under her butt. She could smell the filth rising like a sick vapor from his boots. And he wanted her to lick them? Closing her eyes, Janet swallowed hard, dropping her head down, down until her lips were nearly touching the dirty leather.
'Toilet mouth,' Greig murmured.
The young stud stepped behind Janet as she began polishing Jack's boot with choking, gagging sounds. Just when she grabbed at her throat to keep from retching, Greig raised one booted foot, putting the heel down hard on the back of her neck. Pushing down hard, he shoved her flat on the floor, her chin striking the toe of Jack's boot hard enough to knock the wind from her.
'Ooofff!'
'What's the matter, babe? Don't you know how to lick somethin' clean? Ain't your old lady never told you how to clean up a plate? Come on, bitch, lick 'em clean. I wanna see your fuckin' face in cum,' Jack taunted.
Janet pushed herself back up again, casting a look of loathing at Greig before she pushed back her hair and once more lowered her mouth to the awful boot. How horrible it tasted. After every second or third lick she had to turn her head and spit out the mud gathering on her tongue! And they were all laughing, laughing at this horror! It amused them to watch her groveling like this, panting like a dog, licking their boots clean! Surely this had to be the end! Surely there could be little else they would do to her!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
'Unghhhhh!'
Janet turned away from the men, both hands clutching her stomach. She had licked Jack's boots clean and was working on Bill's when she thought she was going to lose her lunch.
She gagged, feeling the sour taste of the bile rising in her throat. Bending over, her tits nearly touching the floor, she fought back the desire to retch in front of these men. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of watching her shame herself like that! Spitting out the dirt, Janet panted sickly, wishing once more she could have a knife to end her miserable life.
'Rope the bitch! If she don't know how the fuck to behave now, we'll just have to drive the lesson home, right guys?' Jack said, raising an eyebrow.
Rope! More torture, more beating, more belting!
'No, no! NO! NO!' Janet screamed hysterically, alternately laughing and shrieking as Greig and Bill grabbed her under the arms and hauled her down the darkened hall toward the bedroom.
The bedroom! Jack had said she'd get there when she proved herself worthy. Worthy! The thought made her laugh again. She threw back her head and screamed with hysteria.
'Come on, you looney. Man, she's goin' nuts. Guess we fucked her crazy!' Bill commented as they dragged the girl into the small room.
Janet stopped her wild cries as they threw her on the bed. She landed with a grunt, pushing herself up quickly and staring wide-eyed around the room. The room was small, dirty, bare of any furnishings except this crumpled double bed and a cracked mirror nailed to the wall behind it. Dirty, empty, deserted, just like her life!
Looking at the mirror, she saw her face distorted by all the cracks in the glass. As distorted as her life was! Then she saw Jack enter the room, pieces of rope dangling from one hand. She laughed again, drawing her fingers over her mouth.
'Fucking? Oh God, no, yes, no, yessss!'
Her mind whirled out of control as he stepped into the bedroom, swinging the ropes.
'Dumb bitch!' he growled, raising one hand and slapping her right cheek.
The blow knocked Janet flat on the bed, her hair sweeping over her face. She grunted, half rolling to one side. The hysterical laughter was over, replaced by a soft, gentle moaning.
Janet didn't, fight them, didn't even give them the satisfaction of groaning with some kind of delight as she felt someone looping the line tightly around one ankle, then slipping another rope around her other leg. They were spreading her thighs apart, securing the ropes with a double figure-eight around her ankles, then tying the loose end around a leg of the bed with a square knot.
She was split open again, her cunt and asshole exposed, pried open by the tension of the heavy-duty line. Still the girl could feel cum oozing out of her violated holes, wetting down the filthy white sheet gathered under her body. What now? Defeated, deserted, the young teen didn't care. She was already a zombie. There was little they could do, she thought, that would rouse her much from her stupor.
'Come on, get up on your fuckin' hands and knees, baby,' Jack ordered.
It was an effort, perhaps the greatest effort of her life to haul herself up from the bed. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Janet saw what she had become – trampled on, a slovenly whore driven to the depths of depravity, a willing victim of these animals who knew nothing else except the vilest kind of sexual contact. She lowered her head, her hair splashing across her whitened knuckles. Digging at the torn sheets, she thought of her mother and wept.
'You take anything, right, baby? See if you dig this,' Jack said.
