Betty smiled, feeling a little hope brighten her otherwise darkened mood. Neither Hank nor Gino were in the next class. She might be able to forget about her troubles through study. And besides there was Annie – good old Annie, someone who really cared about her in spite of that show she and Hank had put on the night before.
Sighing, Betty picked up her books and walked briskly from the cafeteria. If she hurried, she could avoid a tardy slip for class.
Climbing the concrete stairs, Betty saw that the halls were nearly deserted. This was the last lunch period. The hall monitors were gone and no teachers were milling about. She rushed past several closed doors, her head down, her breathing quickening as she once more thought about Hank and what he was doing to her. Gino! The way he had stared at her in the hall. She could almost feel his big hands on her, tearing off her clothes, caressing her body.
History class was at the far end of the building. Quickening her pace, Betty turned the corner, stopping short by a large green metal door that led to the boiler room. There were Hank and Gino, leaning against the fire alarm pole. Betty felt frozen, unable to move. She blushed furiously, knowing these two knew what she had done the night before.
'Late to class? Too bad,' Gino said mockingly, shaking his head from side to side.
'Yeah, means we're gonna have to turn you in. Too bad.'
'You're not hall monitors,' Betty said, feeling her flesh crawling.
'Yeah? Well, we're gonna help 'em out. Can't have monitors around the place all the time,' Gino said, pushing himself up from the wall and starting for the girl.
'Yeah. We're supposed to be at practice now out in the field. But the coach won't miss us for a while. He's got all that paperwork and shit,' Hank said, moving quickly behind her and stretching out both arms.
'I'll scream,' Betty whispered, her mind whirling around a thousand miles per hour. They were accosting her right here in school! Was there no place safe for her?
'No, you won't. You cause any trouble and I'm gonna tell everybody about you,' Hank said, his eyes narrowing.
'You already…'
'Just Gino,' Hank interrupted. 'Thought he'd dig it 'cause he's onto you. But you mess up now, baby, and the whole fuckin' school's gonna know about it. You think they're gonna do somethin' to me and Gino?' he chuckled, his lips curving up into that cruel smile she knew all too well. 'But you won't be able to show your face around here, understand?'
Yes, she more than understood. The others would slap him on the back and congratulate him for having fucked her so well. Meanwhile she would be sneered from school, laughed at until she couldn't stand it.
'What do you want me to… do?' she said, swallowing down the last word. Betty already had an idea.
'Janitor's not in. He's out there, watchin' the team fuck around in the field.' Gino moved forward, pushing the green metal door open. Immediately there was the soft mechanical purr of machinery. 'Downstairs.'
'No, I won't,' Betty cried through clenched teeth.
The girl started backing away, glancing nervously over one shoulder. There was no one in the hall. But still all she had to do was scream and…
'Mmmmmmmffffff!' she gasped.
A hand over her mouth. She could feel the fingers pressing her lips hard against her front teeth while another hand grabbed her around the waist. Betty tried twisting around to break the grip, her books and papers falling to the floor and scattering on the tiles.
'Pick up her shit and let's get the bitch downstairs fast,' Gino said, dragging Betty back through the basement doorway.
The blonde teen struggled helplessly, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer muscular power of Gino's arms. She could feel his breath panting against her neck while the one hand around her waist slid up to her tits.
'Nice, nice. Hank was tellin' me what a hot fuck you are and what you dig. That's nice too,' Gino crooned in one ear, pulling her heels over the slight rise of the basement doorway. Almost immediately Betty noticed an increase in the sound of whirring machinery. There was a vague sour odor to the air, the smell of electricity. The air was warmer here.
'Okay, got 'em,' Hank said, slipping in behind them and shutting the door. When Betty heard the lock snap shut, her heart sank. They were going to torment her here, make her submit to their perverted desires, and there was no one who could put a stop to their antics if they should get carried away.
Betty bit down on Gino's fingers, then reached up and pushed his hand away from her mouth. That sudden pain startled the young stud enough to break his hold on the girl. That was all Betty needed. Shoving him to one side, she darted around Hank, wrapping her fingers around the door handle while frantically pounding at the lock.
'Oh please, help, help me! I'm trapped in here! Oh God, please…'
Desperately Betty fought with the lock, trying to force it open. It was impossible. Hank was behind her in a flash.
'Try to hurt my buddy, huh?' he said, putting his paw-like hands on her shoulders and knocking her from the doorway.
Betty flew back, her asscheeks hitting the steel guardrail. That blow sent slivers of pain racing through her body, making her teeth rattle while Gino kept shaking his hand from the bite.
'Yeah, man, she put a set of marks around the joint that's gonna really hurt,' Gino said, his face darkening with anger.
'What did you expect me to do?' Betty cried, staring from one young man to the other.
'Just about that, Hank,' Gino said to his buddy, his lips curling again into another sardonic smile.
Betty felt her blood pressure go up. She was standing there on the small platform, Gino several steps below her, Hank in front of the door, both hands touching either side of the molding. She couldn't rush down, couldn't escape through the door. Then she saw the cocks – both of them, tenting up the fronts of the boy's Levi's. Betty gasped, her eyes widening.
'Oh, no, no, just let me go, just…'
Hank got behind her, throwing his, arms so tightly around her waist that he knocked the wind from her. Betty's knees shot up while her body jackknifed, her ass jamming into the stud's gut. Her cheeks puffed out while a rush of wind escaped from her lungs.
'Let's take 'er downstairs, man, and tie her up. She's gonna be so fuckin' hot she's gonna need chains or somethin' to hold her down,' Hank said, turning around and dragging the kicking girl down the iron steps.
'Yeah, she sure screams a hell of a lot! Man, it's like somebody set her cunt on fire or something,' Gino said, backing down while watching the girl's frantic moves.
'I did that yesterday… me and Annie. Christ, you should've seen the way this one turned on. Thought she was gonna bounce right off the fuckin' floor when we fucked around with her.'
Betty listened helplessly to their obscene talk while they dragged her down the stairs. Reaching the bottom, Hank and Gino manhandled her. Hands were roving all over her body. She snapped her head back, gritting her teeth together as she felt them fingering her tits, hiking up her skirt and feeling her cunt through her nylon panties. Gino was the first to drop to the floor, holding her around the soft spot behind each knee while tonguing her inner thighs. The sensation of his giant tongue as it lapped its way up her legs drove her mad. She could feel every nerve ending in her body stretching down toward that licking tongue. She wanted to feel his mouth on her pussy. In a sudden rush of sensation, she wanted to feel him sucking her cunt.
'Come on, man. Before we fuck the shit outta her let's have us some real fun,' Gino said, getting up and letting her skirt fall back down.
Hank held her while the young Italian stallion rummaged around in a near-by workbench. Rolls of tape, screws, various tools were thrown onto the floor while Gino searched for something.
'Here we go… somethin' to hold down this little cunt while we play with her,' he said, holding out a long half-inch piece of line. Betty stared at it, wondering what on earth they were going to do with it. On closer examination, she saw it was really several pieces of rope, each about three feet long. The hemp was rough and brown, frizzed at the badly cut ends. 'Got a board over there too. Bring 'er on over. Wanna hog tie this little cunt.'
'Oh no!' Betty yelled.
