'Sure, baby. That's what I was thinkin' about that day I talked to you in the cafeteria,' Gino said, swaggering up to her. He was holding the ropes loosely in one hand, rubbing the frayed ends against his chin. He looked like something straight out of hell. Betty felt her pulse leap at her throat.
'I wasn't talkin' about plain ol' fuckin'. Man, everybody does that nowadays.'
'This one don't,' Hank said, hunching his crotch into her ass while gripping her upper arms so hard Betty was afraid he was going to leave bruises. Already she could feel her ass quivering under the anticipation of another whipping. Her ass flesh was still tender and hurt when she sat the wrong way in a chair.
'Huh? Oh yeah, yeah,' he said, smirking and nodding his head rapidly up and down. Gino still held the rope, tickling himself with it under the nose. 'I forgot. The hot virgin. She ain't been around long, but she's one hell of a quick study. Well, baby,' he said, stretching out one arm and rubbing the frazzled end of the line against her face, 'we're gonna see just how quick you are today.'
Betty drew back, her face a mask of fear. What were they going to do with her and those ropes? What were they talking about?
'Let's get 'er naked.'
Fingers fumbled madly around her blouse, opening the blue V-neck quickly and pulling the garment off her shoulders.
'Be careful. Don't wanna tear any of this,' Gino cautioned as he reached down and pushed the button through the hole that loosened Betty's skirt. 'She's gotta walk outta here like nothin's happened. She come walkin' through that fuckin' door like a war refugee and they're gonna be on our asses fast!'
'Yeah, yeah,' Hank agreed, helping his buddy tug the short skirt down past Betty's ankles and off her feet.
'Now the bra… see, those nice tits. Christ, used to nearly jack off when I saw 'er bouncin' them boobs up and down the hall.'
'They're nice,' Hank agreed, stepping behind Betty and unsnapping her halter. 'Got nice hard nipples to suck on. She likes that, gettin' her nipples sucked on, even bit and pinched. Man, this chick digs everything, man, everything!'
The panties went next, slipped down over her legs and off her toes, flung onto the pile of clothes draped over the nearby workbench. Hank was all for fucking her right away. But Gino was more experienced, holding one hand in front of his buddy and studying the trembling naked girl in front of him.
'She needs a good fuckin', all right. But she's gonna need some hog tyin' too.'
With that, Gino dropped one of the ropes, telling Betty to bend down and place her hands squarely on top of her ankles.
'No,' she said, folding both hands modestly over her cunt while drawing her elbows in at her navel, trying to hide her nipples with her upper arms.
'No?' Gino asked calmly, arching one bushy eyebrow.
'Leave me alone!' she said defiantly, eyeing the stairway once more.
'Sure, sure.'
With that, the young man brought both hands together, spread his legs apart and drew his arms back as if he were a batter at home plate. The next thing Betty knew was that his two fists had slammed into her belly, knocking her back hard against the bench. She gasped for breath, her belly feeling as if it had just been ripped open. And when her ass struck the splintery edge of the workbench, Betty jackknifed the other way, her spine concaving while her arms flew out to either side of her body helplessly. Desperately the blonde teen grabbed at anything, feeling the world darkening around her.
'You ain't gonna pass out on me, bitch,' Gino snarled, grabbing her by the hair and yanking the girl up.
Betty screamed, her scalp throbbing from the pain. Her knees had threatened to give way under that savage blow. But they strengthened the moment she felt her hair being yanked out by the roots.
'Now double over, bitch.'
Betty did as she was told, afraid to resist. They meant business. The thought that she was in school safe and sound disappeared from her mind. She was alone in the world, trapped in a kind of hell with her two tormentors. There was nothing around, nothing except them and her. No one would come in and save her. She had to survive, had to somehow live through all this as best she could.
Hank took one rope and looped it around her left wrist, cinching it tight with a figure eight, then draped it around the end of the five-foot two-by-four Gino had found under the workbench.
'You get the other one?' he asked Gino as his buddy picked up the second piece of rope.
Gino followed his buddy, tightening the line around Betty's right wrist, then draping the rope around the opposite end of the board and tightening it with a slipknot.
The young woman sighed, feeling so exposed. Her ass was high up in the air, her knees bent slightly while her wrists, hurting from the rope, were bound to the large board. 'The ankles now, right behind her fuckin' wrists,' Gino said.
'Good, man, good. She ain't gonna get outta this one easy.'
Betty agreed. She was trapped, and she prayed that God would have mercy on her for the excitement she felt pounding in her chest!
CHAPTER NINE
'Shine that boot, baby.'
Gino made his point clear by jabbing the girl in her gut with the rounded toe of his boot. It was dusty. The teen could see that. She could smell something awful reeking from the sole. Standing there, her face nearly touching the floor, her hair hanging over her eyes, Betty could tell his giant engineer boots needed cleaning. But what did they want her to do? She was tied hand and foot to the two-by-four, unable to move.
'How… I mean?'
'How you think?'
Betty shivered. She guessed. He wanted it shined with her tongue.
'Lick it,' he commanded, kicking the girl lightly once more in the belly.
'Y-y-yes, oh, God, yes,' Betty sobbed, shaking the tears from her eyes.
'I wanna see those boots shine, baby. I wanna see my cock in 'em,' Gino said, reaching down and unzipping his Levi's.
Betty stuck out her tongue, hesitating for a moment. Gino laughed at her, turning to Hank and winking, then drawing the boot closer to her mouth.
'I said lick it. You don't clean the leather good I'll have you suck off the bottom, understand? You think the top's bad, you oughtta get a load of my soles, baby. Maybe I walked through dog shit and…'
'No more!' Betty pleaded with him, feeling the sour bile rising in her throat. She gagged, swallowed hard, then stuck out her tongue once more. Those ropes burned her wrists and ankles! And that board was hurting her legs by making them spread apart so far!
'Ohhhhhhh…'
Trembling, Betty touched the tip of her tongue to the front top of Gino's boot. Back and forth her tongue moved, leaving a wet, dark trail through the gray dirt. She turned her head, spat out the filth, then went back, tonguing his boot.
'That's good, baby, that's a good bitch. You got it down,' Gino said, throwing back his head and laughing derisively down at her. 'Used to think she was somethin' else, the way she sashayed up and down the halls. Guess she thought her shit was too good to smell. Well, baby, your shit stinks just like everybody's.'
The words were terrible, but not as bad as what she had to do. She licked from front to back, carefully avoiding the sole whenever Gino purposely twisted around one leg and tried to make her lick his soles. Twice she nearly retched on his boot, somehow managing to keep from throwing up. She thought of what he would do to her, how he would beat her if she pulled something like that.
'That's nice. Now the other,' he said, examining the cleaned boot with satisfaction.
Betty peered up through her hanging hair, feeling her stomach turn over. The other boot was filthier than