"Damned slut!" he shouted at her, pulling the dirtied hand out from her hole and sliding it to her face. "Here, suck on it. Coach says you like to suck. That's just what you're gonna do now!"
He was pushing the fingers down into her throat, making her gag. The salty, pungent flavor of her piss made Betty sick to her stomach. She could have bitten down on the offending hand. But then God only knew what they would have done to her for revenge. Instead, she remained as calm as she could, enduring this latest humiliation. When he punched her in the ass, letting go, Betty gripped her stomach and turned around, spitting onto the floor.
"Not bad, not bad," Coach Robinson said. "Hey, you, Frank, you get 'er. You want 'er so bad with them fingers, you stick your cock into her. You'll find she's fantastic."
"Yeah, fantastic." The boy named Frank pulled down his pants, staring at her like a wolf.
Betty crawfished back, looking up again at her hanging daughter. They were going to fuck her here, right in front of Annette.
But there was little Betty could do to protect herself. She could see the boy's prick standing up hard and rigid, his balls tight against his crotch.
"Man, I ain't fucked in a long time. Coach here don't like us screwin' around with girls before big games," Frank said, sliding his hand over his seven-incher. "Now, he don't seem to mind a little fun right away."
"This is a kind of treat – unexpected," Coach Robinson said. "I expect you boys to remember this out on the playing field with South High later."
Frank bent over and gave her a backhanded blow across the mouth. Betty shuddered, the force of that blow snapping her head back. He forced her over on her side.
"All the way over," Frank commanded.
Frank was acting like the others now, demanding, arrogant, cruel. He forced her onto her face, placing one foot on her ass and digging the toe into the sweaty asscrack. There was another roar of approval. He was on top of her like some triumphant warrior, digging his toe against her shitter, laughing at her she moaned in defeat.
"Oh yeah, gonna go in the ass, maybe. Like that ass, real nice round butt."
"No, don't do that to my mother! Oh, oh, what are you trying to prove?" Annette screamed.
Betty could hear the girl crying out, shouting at the top of her voice while Frank started mounting her.
He was fully on her now, his muscular weight crushing her. His hands seemed to be everywhere. Betty felt herself choking. She struggled under him, fighting to suck in air. She fought to be free of his crushing weight. But nothing she did seemed to help. Through the roaring in her head, she heard the sounds of the boys standing around her. Frank was attacking her, beating her, hitting her again and again with his fists. She could feel his prick gouging along her asscrack, nearly touching her asshole. He had already slipped his hands around her shoulders and was kneading her tits cruelly when he came.
"Uhhhh… man, too much!" he gasped.
He had been too anxious, sliding his cock back and forth in her asscrack until he started shooting off against her flesh.
Betty groaned, feeling the hot sticky cum spraying over her assflesh. At least, this time, there was little pain attached to the climax.
"I ain't through yet. I got more!" Frank shouted, half out of his mind with lust. Grabbing Betty by the shoulders, he twisted her around, kicking her thighs apart, then fitting his cockhead between her cuntlips. He grabbed her hips.
As he fucked his cock into her clenching cunt, his grip on her hips tightened. He was bruising her flesh. Then he leaned forward, sliding his hands up to her ribs, to her shoulders, and finally to her throat. Betty cried out, stars exploding in front of her eyes.
He was going wild, strangling her while fucking her at the same time. It was the ultimate fuck. She raked his shoulders, crying out as much as she could, hearing her daughter's shrieks of horror. The pressure increased. His fingernails burrowed into her throat as the savage heat of his cock increased to her cunt. Fucked to death. This was going to be her end, fucked to death.
The pressure kept on. Betty felt her arms falling away while her cries became weaker. There was a shattering sound. Someone was shouting while the pressure suddenly stopped around her throat.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Coach Robinson had knocked Frank unconscious, pulling him off Betty and leaving him to his friends. Annette was still hanging from the ceiling, her arms and legs now feeling as if they would tear from her body at any second.
"That was good. Your mother performed very well, considering. I'm sorry about what happened there, but Frank apparently gets carried away at times."
David lowered Annette to the floor until her left foot finally touched. Someone unfastened the wrist cuff that held her arm and its opposite leg together. In a moment she was freed.
"Hey, how about the double chair, Coach? These two really turn onto the electricity. Let's give 'em somethin' to moan about. You know?"
Coach Robinson smiled, nodding in approval. "Good idea, David. Then we can throw them to the crowd. After that, they'll be more than willing to satisfy some of the boys."
Annette shrank back against Jack Robinson, terrified.
"We're going to break out the transformer again – but this time with a new twist," Jack said.
"Transformer?" Annette looked curiously up at the coach while she saw her mother jerking upright from the floor.
"No, no, not again! Not again!" Betty cried.
"What is it, Mother?"
David and Jack were drawing two of the nearby chairs forward, putting them face to face about six feet apart. Only now did Annette see the straps on the legs and armrests. There was a black box nearby she guessed was the transformer, long black wires leading from it.
Annette was dragged to one chair and flung down hard, her tits flopping against one another. The crowd of boys grew quiet once more, watching as David fastened the leather straps around Annette's arms.
"Careful, David. We don't want to hurt her too much. See? Don't put the leather over the chafed marks. We don't want to see bone."
The grotesque command made the teen shiver. What was worse was the finishing touch – the attachment of the leather thong around her ankles. She was bound once more, sitting in a chair that somehow reminded her of those pictures of electric chairs in Sing Sing.
Betty was next. Annette watched as some boys scooped her mother easily off the floor and put her in the chair facing her.
The teen stiffened. The girl watched with horrified fascination as David and the others unwound some of the wires which were all tangled together.
"We'll start with you first, Annette, considering you haven't done this before and will need some time to adjust to it," David said.
Cold sweat broke out on her forehead and shoulders. Annette watched as David approached her with two clamps, black wires trailing behind them.
"What are they for?"
"Your nipples, Annette. They're for your nipples. When we get through with you, you're going to be wired to the transformer via your mother. And then… well, you can guess what's going to happen then."
Annette whimpered, watching the clamps open. He rubbed the cold metal against her nipples before letting the tiny teeth bite down on her pink nubs.
The teen closed her eyes, shuddering with horror and fear. Her mother had endured this and survived. She would too. But the pain she would have to go through was what worried Annette the most.
"Now, for your cunt and asshole. Your mother can tell you about this," Coach Robinson said when the girl was about to scream out an objection.
"It's useless, Annette. They're going to have their way, dear. Save your strength," Betty warned in a hoarse voice.
Annette blushed again as David stuck long skinny wires into her, first one up her cunt, then another up her asshole. The girl shifted position as best she could, feeling terribly uncomfortable with the wires and clamps attached to her. She looked at her mother. Coach Robinson was sliding a long wire up her mother's pussy.