She threw her head back, her hair dancing along her shoulders. Her eyes screwed into a squint, Betty dropped her hands to her cunt. With her thumbs she peeled back the outer cunt lips, rubbing her nails along the sensitive flesh between her smaller and larger lips.
"Here, baby, I can do that better for you. I got a better aim." David was fucking her with his toes, laughing at her piss-slicked face and body while screwing his toe up into her cunt.
And what was terrible, what was so humiliating about all this was how much she loved him doing this. Through a red mist she saw his cock hard, dry. His eyes were shut now while his toe kept fucking in and out against her shuddering clit.
Betty could hardly speak. Licking her dry lips, the woman thrashed around the tub, slicking her body even more with the piss while David kept his toenail pressed evenly against her clit. She exploded over and over, feeling the world dropping away.
"Damned cunt came while I was doing this. Man, oh man," David sighed.
David reached down, his prick bobbing in Betty's face. Half-conscious from her climax, she wanted to take that hot cock in her mouth and suck one more time.
There was no mercy in David's eyes. He struck her across the face with the back of one hand, knocking her sharply against the back of the tub. Betty heard the dull sound of her skull hitting the porcelain. Then everything went black.
How long she had been out, Betty had no idea. When she awoke, she realized she had been taken from the tub and washed. Even before opening her eyes, she could smell the fresh soap on her flesh.
It was also then she realized they had bound her once more. She felt her body rubbing up against a wall, her nipples frictioning over the rough surface. A metal band had been clamped around her neck, keeping her face up against the surface. She could turn her head around barely. Two wrist restraints, also bolted to the wall and holding her arms out crucifixion style, kept her up in spite of her unconscious state.
Stiffening her legs, Betty was able to take the strain from her arms and neck. Behind her, she heard a groan. Someone else was in the room, someone who was suffering as much as she was. Betty slowly turned her head and saw a young teen dangling from the pulley assembly in a wildly contorted position.
"Annette!" she cried.
The young girl jerked in response to her name. With small movements she was able to twist around and face her mother. The ropes pulled awkwardly on her body. It was a terrible punishment, one the coach and David must have spent some time thinking of.
"Why… why did they come for me?" Tears stained the girl's flushed face as she fought back the sobs.
"I… I can't explain, Annette."
"And, Mom, what are you doing here?" The teen's voice cracked.
"I… I came for parents' night and somehow the coach and I…" Betty couldn't finish, the metal collar around the back of her neck forcing her to gasp in pain. She pressed one cheek against the cinderblock wall, then fought for control once again.
"And David… and his friends." Annette's voice broke again, choked off by her hysterical sobs. "They came and practically raped me right there in my own room." Annette wailed her frustration, shaking the tears from her eyes. "They said you were having a good time and wanted me to join in."
"That's not true, Annette! They forced me here, and then found out you were my daughter. The boy, David, he was the one who wanted you here. And he said you and he…"
"Yes, it's true!" Annette blurted before her mother finished.
"And now they're got you hanging there," Betty hurried to say, not wanting to talk about the past.
"The coach said he would leave me all night. Oh, Mother, it hurts!"
Betty looked on in anguish. It wrung her heart to see her daughter like that. It was a terrible thing to stand there, unable to raise one finger. She couldn't move from the wall. The bands around her wrists and neck were far too tight for her to do anything except stand there and watch the teen twist slowly in the air. Oh, how she hated David and the coach. Through the closed door to the left she could hear muffled laughter.
"Oh, Mother, I'm sorry… I'm sorry for having done – you know – with David. It seemed so right at the time. I didn't know he was into this kind of thing," Annette explained.
"They're animals! They're all animals, darling. You've got to remember that. It isn't your fault. It isn't mine. When we get out of here, we'll make them pay for this," Betty vowed grimly.
"No! No! Everybody would be talking about it. We wouldn't be able to live here any more. I don't want to move!"
Her daughter's words made sense. Betty remembered what both Jack and David had said earlier. They wouldn't have to worry about her and her daughter pressing charges. Even if the courts believed them, the scandal alone would ruin both her and her daughter. They had them in a trap and Betty now knew just how inescapable that trap was. She sagged in her bonds, feeling totally defeated.
"Oh, oh, it hurts to be tied up like this," Annette cried after some pause.
"Scream," Betty said. "I think it would help. It would get somebody in here, someone who would stop this."
The punished, hanging girl tossed her head about angrily, her long hair flashing around her shoulders. Even this small movement caused her body to start turning around. With some difficulty, Annette managed to turn herself around to face her mother.
Betty saw the teen's tits were nearly pulled flat against her chest from the tension of the overhead pulleys. Her cunt was partially opened, the dark moist pink pussy meat barely visible through her thick blonde bush. For an instant, Betty found herself admiring her daughter's naked, slim body. Then, remembering the boys and what they were doing to them, she found herself tearing at her bonds. She broke four nails, scraping her fingers against the cinderblocks.
"God, somebody come in here, help my daughter!" Betty screamed.
Every movement was causing more and more excruciating pain to her daughter. Betty heard her daughter moan and continued shouting at the top of her voice.
"What the hell's goin' on in here?" David asked, poking his head in, frowning angrily at Betty.
"My daughter. How dare you tie her up like that? How dare you?" Betty shouted.
He laughed, leaving the door open and sauntering up to the hanging girl. He smoothed one hand down her tits, trailing the tip of one finger down, down until it was touching her clit zone. Betty saw her daughter's face slacken at that light touch. With a sharp slap he sent a rush of pain shooting from her cunt to her brain. Instinctively Annette jerked on the ropes, that movement causing her yet more agony.
"Stop it! Hurt me, but don't hurt her!" Betty pleaded.
"Now, there's a suggestion I like."
"What's going on in here, David?" the coach asked, looking in.
"Nothin' much, Coach. She wants some more action," he said, nodding in the direction of Betty.
"To free my daughter," she added.
"That's what I want too," Jack said. "Bring the rest of the boys in here. Might as well have some of the team around to watch."
Betty felt her flesh crawl. Again the woman twisted around to see her daughter. Annette was watching the door like a terrified animal, her pain temporarily forgotten as she heard stirring noises outside the door. Then, one by one, the team filed in. They were all good-looking young men.
"How long have you been doing things like this?" Betty hissed as ten young men filed in.
"Since I got here, I guess," Jack said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "About four years ago."
Betty was astounded. He had been subjecting girls and women to this torment for four years and no one had so much as raised an objection.
"I know what you're thinking," Jack said, walking up to her and slipping one hand between her asscheeks. "We can spot the ones who say they don't like this, but really do. You'd be surprised at the number of repeat customers we have here – on their own, by the way."