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.
Staring into the broken mirror, she saw Jack standing behind her. He was pulling something out of a small leather pouch he'd carried on his right side. A knife! God! So this was how her life was going to end, knifed to death in this slum house, a victim of her own perversity!
"Nooo!"
She bolted, then froze when she felt the flat of the iron blade pressed against her cunt. The shock nearly made Janet faint. Trembling, curling her fingers until they cramped, waiting for the final blow, she watched as Jack and the others drew closer to the bed. "Nice, huh?"
She felt the knife slide across one buttock, then dip into her narrow asscrack. Jack traced the blade up toward her waist, then carefully down to where her ass met her thigh. The pressure increased as the surgically sharp knife neared her clit. How shameful, how horrible, and yet how exciting! Yes, it was too true. The girl felt herself warming once more between her legs, actually becoming aroused by the subtle drag of that knife.
Then the blade went away.
Janet let out a long shuddering sigh, unsure whether or not she was glad Jack had withdrawn it. Then suddenly there was a chill at the center of her cunt. Jack, had pressed the blade against her wet slit, rocking it from her clit to the bottom junction of her cuntlips. She heard him laughing, commenting on how her juices were oozing out of her slit and wetting down, the gleaming silver blade.
Jack rocked the knife up and down, pressing the tip against her rising clit.
Janet gasped, shaking her head from side to side. No, no, please God, not this, not this! It was one degrading act after another, each one more horrifying, more humiliating than the last! And there was nothing she could do to stop them, to stop her body's positive reaction to what Jack and his buddies were doing. Jerking to one side, tugging her feet against the ropes, she arched her back, opening her cunt almost eagerly td the blade.
"Yeah, slut, yeah, you want anything to take care of that bitchin' cunt of yours," Jack muttered.
He kept rocking the blade back and forth. The touch and coldness of the iron sent excitement rushing through the blonde teen. It was almost the same feeling she had when the men were toying with her, fucking with her. It didn't seem to matter what or who touched her cunt – just as long as something did!
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Janet felt her cunt clamp down, the razor edge of the blade slitting her outer cuntlips.
"No, no, don't… don't make me do this!" Janet cried.
She stared at her lust-bloated face in the mirror. She was turning onto this horror, loving every perverted moment of it! When Jack rocked the knife down, shoving the tip harder against her clit once more, the young girl thought she would faint from pleasure. She closed her eyes, feeling her flesh crawl, feeling those sharp delightful shivers of sexuality ripple up and down her spine. It was unbelievable, but she felt her clit swelling, felt a hotter, more intense lust flowing from her crotch. Fucking! Yes, that had done it to her, had warped her mind, had turned her into a sex machine!
Janet's pulse raced. She opened her eyes and saw Jack hovering over her. He was stroking his long, thick cock that stuck out from his halved Levi's.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" the girl cried.
"Man, now she's beggin' for it… just like all the other cunts we've had up here," Jack muttered. Janet screamed, her elbows bowing out. The tip of the knife her pierced her clit, her cuntlips burned, flamed with delight.
Janet had thought that Jack might hurt her with that knife, might cut her. That possibility added yet even more spice to the girl's fear, made her cunt juices ooze out faster.
"Go for it," Jack whispered, dragging the sharp edge of the blade tack, tracing a groove down to the edge of Janet's cuntmouth.
The buzzing, spinning flashes from her clit ebbed, but the fear of having her pussy cut remained. With another grunt, Janet shoved her ass back at the big man, feeling the tip of the knife slip around her cuntal rim. Glancing back into the mirror once more, Janet could see she was shaming herself, letting her body show that it was hungry for his red-knobbed cock. She wanted Jack to shove his rod into her hungry, sucking hole.
Jack was panting now, still jacking his cock, his fist moving faster and faster.
Janet rolled her hips from side to side, arching and shoving back her buttocks at him. She felt the oily, slippery sweat rolling down her thighs, mixing with her cuntjuice.
"Bitch! Pig! Take a cock, baby, a real man's cock!" Jack shouted, climbing onto the bed.
Janet smiled, her eyes closed tightly as she felt the stabs of his cock against her pussy. Rolling her hips forward and hunching her back, she felt his cockhead slip in, then move around in her cunthole. How easily it slipped into her pussy, just like a greased finger?
Jack steadied himself for a moment, then slipped his fingers down, down until he was again playing with her tits, kneading the flesh, pinching her nipples. Janet loved the sensation of being fucked like a dog, of being degraded by this man and his friends. She wished this could go on all night. She hunched her back against him harder, feeling the full length of his fat prick in her body. She felt his cockhead like a plum on a pole, swirling and rotating around and round inside her.