"That can't be true," Betty grumbled, straining her neck to see if her daughter was all right. Some of the boys had been looking at her, scratching their balls, wondering when they were going to have at her. Annette was humiliated beyond words, her face flame red as she hung there obscenely, her cunt wide open. One of the boys started for her.
"Not yet. I've got a game we can play with her mother first," Jack said, rubbing his hands together. He reached up and began unfastening the bolts from Betty's collar.
Betty was surprised. She thought he would have ass-fucked her in front of these boys or do something equally as degrading to humiliate her. But instead of that he was pulling the collar from the back of her neck, then reaching around and unfastening her wrists from the wall. Betty nearly fell to the floor, bracing herself against the wall. She rubbed her hands together, then folded her arms over her tits.
"Now, Betty, I'm sure the boys would like to meet you. They haven't seen you around campus. You can show them what an older woman can look like," Jack said, taking her by the wrist and pulling her forward.
The boys had formed a semi-circle in the room. She was aware of a slow but steady rise in temperature as they watched her walk forward. Then Jack put one hand between her shoulders and pushed hard, sending her tumbling forward. The move was so sudden it caught Betty by surprise. Her legs became entangled. She let out a loud squawk, pitching forward and landing hard on her hands and knees.
"Now, get up and walk around the boys. Show them your cunt and ass if they ask for it," Jack said, his voice remaining calm and steady.
Betty shook the hair from her eyes, still crouched in that doggie position. Someone – David, she thought – moved behind her and kicked her in the ass. Scrambling forward, Betty rose gracefully to her feet.
She began walking along the curved line, aware of a cold draft making her tit tips very hard. She moved past the boys, some of them muttering, all of them watching appreciatively as she passed. She made her hips swing, that move making her tits dance and her ass wiggle.
"Mother, how could you?" Annette cried. Annette's hurt voice brought her back to reality. She looked at her hanging daughter, then turned and charged at a tall red-headed boy who had been leering at her cunt. She screamed, tearing at his eyes, clawing his cheeks.
"Damn you, damn you all!" she cried.
She beat at the young man, seeing only the red rage of her hate and frustration. He was stunned at first, reeling back from the attack. Coming around, he pummeled Betty with his opened hands, knocking her to the ground then bringing one foot swiftly down and sending his sharp-toed boots crashing into her ribs. The blow was enough to send the woman rolling away like a log, clutching her stomach and gagging from the painful blow.
David was up to her, pulling on her hair, dragging her back. Betty howled with more range and pain, struggling, her heart racing as her asscheeks flattened against the concrete floor.
Pulling her to the middle of the floor, David dropped her, taking a cat-o'-nine-tails Jack had handed him from a green metal cabinet. Betty saw the hideous Medusa-headed thing in the boy's hand and cried in terror.
CHAPTER TEN
"Stop it, stop it! Oh God, you're hurting her!" Annette cried.
But her pleas were drowned out by the roar of the crowd. David had the cat in one hand, bringing it down with loud snapping sounds. The young boy made certain the leather strands struck the floor, the resulting sound resembling that of a pistol shot. Betty scrambled back, her eyes fastened on the weapon.
David's cock strained in his pants. His fingers tightened. Betty drew both hands to her lips, shaking her head as David approached her.
"Please, don't do this. My daughter and I have suffered so much. Don't do this to us."
It was a nightmare – the boys all standing around laughing at her and this animal about to attack her. Betty glanced up, staring at her daughter.
"Run, Mother! He'll hurt you with that thing if you don't run."
Betty sobbed, still begging the boy to let her go. She was looking wildly around for some way out. At least this time they had kept the bonds off her. She slid back, her widened eyes focused on the advancing boy. He gained on her, bringing the cat down to within three inches of her left ear. The hissing sound of the leather racing through the air terrified her.
Betty screamed, then wheeled about. Like an animal, on all fours, she moved out of reach. Her tits hung down low, the tips brushing the floor. Someone stretched out a hand and slapped her hard on her ass. Betty squealed, losing her balance for the moment and tumbling into a crumpled heap.
"Uhhhh, oh God, God, leave me alone. Don't do this to me!"
Betty slid back once more, her tits rising and falling on her heaving chest. He was going to hit her with that, peel the flesh from her bones with that terrible instrument. David approached as he swung the cat over his head.
The knotted tips came down at her, chewing at the flesh along her hips. Betty screamed. Her legs flew apart as she shot back, her ass bouncing on the hard cold floor.
Annette twisted around on her ropes, straining from the bound position she was in. She was turning around now, out of view of what was going on with her mother.
The cat came down again as Betty scooted back, banging into the left wall. Betty looked helplessly at the coach. Jack was standing there with the others, his big arms folded as he watched almost impassively. When the thongs tore through her left asscheek, the woman let out another lively cry. An explosion of stinging heat blew into her cunt, spreading to her belly.
Again the cat bit. Again the heat curled into her clit, slicing into the sides of that tiny sex organ. The cat came down again and again, streaking her white flesh with stripes of red.
Betty rolled onto her belly, stretching out her long thin arms and pulling herself forward.
David followed, beating her lightly across the shoulders, then concentrating on her jiggling ass. The boys howled with approval, cheering David on as he pursued his hapless prey.
"Come on, David, come on and beat the snot out of her!" someone shouted.
"Yeah, get that bitch goin'. Coach said she likes this kinda shit!"
David brought the cat down across her asscrack, one of the thongs biting into her shitter. The resulting shock of hot pain made her eyes bulge out. Betty screamed, her legs and arms jerking as if they had attached those dreadful electrified clamps to her body again.
"Yeah, man, this is fuckin' fun," David said, stopping the beating for a second and caressing the leather with both hands.
Betty cried, scrambling to her feet and running blindly forward. She had to get out of here at any cost. Arms flailing in front of her, the woman crashed into three young men.
"Hey, she's wantin' us all. Man, baby, you can take on three studs?"
"Stop it! Get away from me!" Betty screamed as loudly as she could, twisting about, pounding them with her fists.
They only laughed at her, their fingers pinching her flesh, slapping her, hurting the areas already welted by the cat. David stood by, watching one of his buddies grab Betty around the waist and haul her from the floor.
One hand slipped down, two fingers fucking into her cunt. Betty screamed again. She was hot, so hot from all the chasing, all the beating she found her cuntal walls clamping down on his fingers. The boy laughed, jamming yet another finger in and twisting it about. That was too much for the excited woman to stand. Her ass rubbing up against his crotch, Betty found herself pissing on his hand.