"Please!" she gibbered, the sensations too intense to bear. "Oh please!"
As her orgasm began to fade, Todd gave her another shock. Her body became one solid orgasmic spasm, every cell of it contracting. She wailed, and Todd shocked her again. Fireworks went off in her head. Todd shocked her one more time, but she didn't feel it. She'd been knocked unconscious.
"She better not be dead!" Coach Sterling said as he cut Marilyn down. "Christ, Norton, you're crazy!" Despite his words, the coach's cock was as hard as Todd's.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bobby ran for some cold water. He returned in moments with a cupful of it and slapped it in Marilyn's face. She came to with a gasp, then lay there wincing as Todd prodded her in the ribs with his sharp toenails.
"See, she ain't dead," Todd said. "She's aching for a cock up her ass, and so's this other bitch." He set the electric dildo on a bench and picked up a rope. "Help me with her, Myers."
As Todd and Bobby went to work on Marilyn, the coach picked up the dildo and inspected it. The metal cylinder was wet with Marilyn's ass-juices and the musky female scent made him squeeze his cock.
"You ever buggered a bitch, Myers?" Todd said. He was yanking on Marilyn's blonde hair as he wrapped a rope around her neck. "You ever fucked ass?"
"Of course," Bobby said. His cock was rigid, and he was jerking on it. "I fuck Sissy's ass all the time."
At the mention of Sissy, the coach turned and slipped quietly away. He'd forgot all about Sissy, and it was time he checked up on her. As he passed through his office and through the office of the women coaches, he stroked the metal dildo. More of Marilyn's ass-juices rubbed off on his hand and he rubbed them on his cock. His cock throbbed. He stepped into the girls' locker room and found Sissy panting and squirming as she struggled to break free of her bonds.
"Coach!" the little freshman said. "Thank God you're here, Coach! Help me!"
The coach watched her. She was totally helpless, like a butterfly pinned to a collector's board. As he watched her struggle, he became more and more excited.
She wouldn't think twice of betraying him if it suited her, he told himself. She would say whatever Marilyn and Nada ordered her to say, would claim he raped her even if he'd never laid a hand on her, would claim he'd tied her down and whipped her even if he'd been the one to rescue her.
"Coach, help me!" she whined. "What're you waiting for?" The tone of her voice had turned nagging, bitchy, accusing.
They're all alike, he realized. All the girls he'd ever coached had a touch of Nada and Marilyn in them. They would eat him alive if it suited their needs, would take advantage of him and use him in any way necessary to get what they wanted. They would charm him with their smiles, would cajole him with their voices, would tempt him with their willowy young bodies.
"Coach?" Sissy said. She was looking at the metal dildo the coach fingered, couldn't help noticing the man's club like cock, which throbbed menacingly. "Please, Coach, help me?" Her voice no longer nagged. She sounded unsure of herself again, even frightened.
"Who's your boyfriend?" the coach said. "Bobby Myers?"
"Does he fuck you?"
She didn't know how to answer, was afraid to answer, wasn't sure what the coach wanted her to say. She was afraid that whatever she said, the truth or a lie, would be the wrong answer.
"Does he ever fuck your asshole?"
"No!" Sissy was shocked by the question. "Of course not!" She told the truth.
"Liar!" the coach said. "What I heard is that he fucks your ass all the time!"
"I'm not a liar! I'd never let him do that to me."
"Tell the truth," the coach said.
"I'm telling the truth," Sissy said, and she started to sob. "I'm telling the truth. Please untie me!"
The coach didn't believe her. He pictured Bobby fucking his stiff cock up Sissy's asshole as Sissy squealed like an excited little piglet. He pictured himself fucking her. His cock shot through with thrills and he knew Sissy needed to be punished for lying to him. It was about time he started showing all his girls, not just Marilyn and Nada, who was boss around here.
Sissy was still tied exactly as Marilyn and Nada had left her, on her back, stretched between benches, spread-tingled. Her pert little tits bounced up and down as she panted. The pink gash between her blonde pussy-lips gleamed with wetness, pulsated with each beat of her heart.
The coach got to his knees between her legs and lowered himself on top of her. As he rubbed himself against her incredibly smooth, incredibly soft young body, he worked his cock up her sizzling little cunt. She groaned as he sank his fuck-pole in her to the hilt. He stuffed his tongue in her mouth, tasting her sweetness.
Sissy felt herself being crushed under the bone and muscle of Coach Sterling. She felt his cock sliding inside her like a rattlesnake. His tongue licked her tonsils and she gagged. She was smothering, choking, helpless.
She couldn't believe this was happening to her. It was incredible enough, what Marilyn and Nada had done to her, but this was even more incredible. She'd always sensed the meanness and cruelty hiding behind the smiles of Marilyn and Nada, but she'd sensed only timidity and nervousness behind the self-conscious smile of the coach. He was a good coach, but none of the girls feared him. They only listened to him and respected him because of his reputation. Who would ever have guessed that mild mannered Coach Sterling was capable of rape!
Sissy's pink toes curled as the intense fuck sensations streamed through her loins and legs and belly. She'd never been fucked by a cock so large. Bobby's cock was like a middle finger compared to Coach Sterling's cock. Her body undulated, her hips rocking up and down to meet his thrusts. She gasped into his mouth. His cock-head punched in and out of her womb like a fist.
It no longer mattered to her that she was being raped. It no longer mattered to her that she was tied at the wrists and ankles, that she was stretched out helpless under the heaving, grunting man, that the cold, unmercifully hard concrete was grating at her shoulder blades and tailbone, that the skin of her back was being rubbed raw. Nothing mattered now except the feeling of the coach's big hard cock rubbing in and out of her cunt. The feelings in her loins made her writhe and moan, made her eyes roll and her pelvis grind. Her pleasure made her pain bearable.
Fuck me! she thought, though she didn't say it. Pound that cock in me, make me feel it! Oh Coach, fuck me!
The coach bore down, groaning as he plunged his cock in her cunt. Pussy-cream oozed from her cunt and trickled into her ass-crack. As he fucked her, her body tightened. She strained at the ropes spread-eagling her. Her clit swelled, turning to bone. She arched up, writhing madly, every cell of her body prickling.
"Oh! Oh God!" She shuddered as her loins exploded.
As she came, the coach fucked even harder. She shrieked, the sensations driving her crazy. If only she could wrap her arms and legs around the man! She gnawed viciously into his jaw, like biting on a stick of wood.
"Damn you!" the coach growled. He dug his fingers into her cheeks and, forced her to stop biting. Then he arched up, out of range of her teeth, and he fucked her until her orgasm had subsided and she would scream if he fucked her another stroke.
"Dirty little bitch!" he said, puffing his juice dripping cock out of her. "Who would have guessed what a dirty little bitch you are, Sissy Johnson!"
The coach touched his cock, then lifted his wet fingers to his lips and tasted her pussycream. A wave of dizziness passed through his head and a tremor passed through his cock. He looked down at the naked girl.