"Leave her alone! Oh God, leave her alone!" Betty cried. She couldn't stand to think of Annette going through something like this, especially in front of her.
David brought the crop down again against her asshole, the resulting pain ending Betty's screaming for the moment.
"Man, hot ass, hot everything," David muttered.
He dropped the crop for a moment, opening his Levi's and letting his fat prick tumble out. Betty stared at his cock as he walked around to the front again, working his fingers up and down the stiffening prick. He had fucked her daughter with that thing? No wonder Annette was upset, Betty thought. And now they were going to drag her here.
"You'll never get in. The school guards…" Betty stared to say.
"They ain't gonna notice nothin'. Coach here's taken care of them lettin' us in the back way without thinkin' twice. They're old men. We'll get around 'em. Yeah – gonna be a real show."
Betty couldn't help herself now as she stared at that massive cock poking out between David's halved Levi's. She felt her nipples, sore and throbbing, puckering into stiff points in spite of her horror. Her big tits were flattened somewhat by the extension of her trussed-up arms. David let his pants drop, the fat, long cock jutting toward Betty.
David picked up his crop, winding the top thong around his wrist. Betty's spirits sank. He was going to hit her again. He walked in front of her, riding crop trailing across the underswell of her tits. Then, with a quick, savage movement, David slashed the crop across both nipples. Betty squealed, seeing bright yellow flashes explode in front of her eyes. Her tits bounced from the impact, each vibration sending more and more pain into her brain. Her right nipple felt as if it were half-torn from her tit.
David smiled grimly at her. Then he slashed a broad X across her belly.
Then he went a little wild, hitting down under her kneecap with the middle of his crop. Betty jerked as if the coach had touched her once more with the electrodes. David moved around, beating the leather against her soles, sending rushes of incredible pain up her legs. Her head sank back and her mouth opened. Again and again David brought the black leather against her ass making sure the crop bit into her gray/pink asshole flesh.
Betty wanted to beat her fists against him, against something! But there was nothing around. Instead she let the cuffs slice into her wrists.
The leather smacked dryly again and again. Her ass was on fire. There were times when Betty thought her skin was splitting from the repeated blows.
David stopped hitting her with the crop, turning the instrument around and shoving the rounded handle into her ass hole. Betty's face blanched, her nostrils flaring as she felt that awful thing slide up her shitter. Her belly quaked while the woman made harsh, gagging sounds. No, no, he was tearing something back there, stretching her asshole with that riding crop! The woman screamed, her body quivering as three inches of the handle made their way up into her bowels.
"Man, you think she's loose enough back there to take my prick?" David asked.
"Doubt it, David. Look at the way she's carrying on. You'd probably have her bringing down the security guard if you ass-fucked her now."
The stud twisted the crop around in her asshole, until Betty thought her shitter would rip. Just then, she heard the sounds of more people outside.
"Just the others, baby," David said, smacking her ass lightly, then yanking the crop out.
Betty felt as if he'd pulled out a fistful of assguts. She shivered, stretched there between the floor and ceiling as David went through her purse, pulled out her driver's license, and gave her address to two of his buddies who stayed outside the door. They tried peeking in, but David was firm.
"Bring the slut's daughter down here. Then you can have all the fun you want with her. Me and the coach are workin' on Mom over there."
They disappeared in a hurry. Betty felt her heart sinking as once more she thought of her daughter and what was about to befall her.
"Oh God, not Annette, not her, not my daughter here," she sobbed.
"Christ, I'm gettin' fuckin' sick and tired of listenin' to her mouth," David growled, striking Betty once more across the ass with the crop.
"Then let's shut her up." Coach Robinson walked to one of the cabinets and pulled out a large red rubber ball. Two straps led from the sides of the ball while two thinner ones dangled from the top. He moved around to the front of the stretched woman. "Open your mouth."
Jack shoved the ball in, rolling it back until it was nearly pressing up against her molars.
Betty swallowed hard, able to taste the pungent flavor of the latex. Coach Robinson pulled the side straps around her cheeks, fastening them at the back of her head. The two straps he threaded on either side of her nose, slipping them around the rear straps and securing them firmly over the buckle. Betty worked her tongue around the ball, pushing it forward a bit so she could swallow more easily. Her jaws hurt already from being stretched apart so far!
David experimented with her, bringing the crop down hard across her asscheeks. Betty screamed, but the gagging ball prevented her from doing anything more than making muffled cries.
"That's better, man. She was gettin' on my nerves with all that fuckin' yellin'," David said.
David resumed poking the crop up Betty's ass, watching her face as he twisted the instrument farther and farther up her shitter. Betty tried pushing her knees apart. But the restraints on her ankles and the bar overhead prevented her from doing much. When he had shoved nearly four inches of the rod up her asshole, the young boy stopped. He slipped one hand around her cunt and found to his delight that Betty was still juicing.
She shamed herself again. She should have been terrified, screaming her head off, sobbing. But instead she was getting hot, showing them all that no matter what they did to her she was still in heat against her will.
"Bitch. Still wants a good fuck," David muttered.
"I'll show you one way to warm her up until she's practically percolating in front of you," Coach Robinson said. "I wired her up over there. I'm not going to do that now. Too much trouble." He walked to the cabinets. "But here's something you can use that'll give you an idea what she was like."
It was a dildo – a long, pink dildo with shiny metal strips wrapped tightly against the pink latex. It gave the instrument the shape of a strange barber pole.
"Be sure you don't touch the metal when you switch it on. Hold it here," Jack said, tapping one finger at the base of the latex prick.
"Man, she's gonna get one hell of a fuck with this mother, huh?"
David did as he was instructed, holding the dildo carefully in one hand while switching a tiny button on with the other. There was no sound as there had been with the transformer. There were no sparks, nothing to suggest there was anything different going on. But Betty, as she looked down horrified at the thing, knew it was going to hurt her as much as the electrodes had.
David spread her hot, slick pussy lips apart, hesitating for only a moment, then pushing the head of the dildo in.
Betty felt her cuntal muscles spasming down on the invading dildo. The first metal band hadn't touched her yet. She sucked in air and held her breath until her eyes swam. They would surely kill her with the games they were playing. David twisted more of the dildo in. Betty grunted. Heat flashed up from her crotch to her asshole and nipples, making them throb obscenely. He twisted in another inch. And then the first metal band came in contact with her juicy cuntal flesh.
Betty strained against her bonds, her toes and fingers curling until they cramped. It was like having a million tiny, sharp teeth nibbling into her clit and pussy! She let out the air with a muffled gusting sound as the voltage shot up her cunt. That thing couldn't possibly have the amperage the transformer had. But there was still enough electricity to make the woman bounce against her chains. David laughed, fucking yet more of the dildo into her.