"Ohhh, nooo!"
"Now sit down."
Her legs were straddling the small three legged stool. Ginny felt the insides of her thighs gripping the small piece of furniture. Gus moved behind her, his hands still on her shoulders. He pressed down. She felt her knees giving way as her ass moved down, down toward the round wooden top. In a moment she was squatting down on the stool, the cold wood making her flesh break into goose pimples. Immediately the girl dropped her hands over her crotch, hugging her upper arms together to cover her tits.
"Don't need modesty around here, not with me," Gus said as he checked the rope, then gripped the noose and slipped it around Ginny's neck quickly. The girl let out a startled yelp, the hemp chafing her flesh. Jerking both arms up, she clawed her fingertips at the rope, trying to knock the noose from her throat.
"Forget it!" Gus barked loudly, knocking her hands away, while adjusting the quadruple slipknots and adjusting the size of the noose. In a moment the choking device was tight against her windpipe. Ginny let out a startled yelp, her ass bouncing up and down against the stool. The legs scraped slightly along the concrete floor. For one moment the girl thought that they were going to hang her right here in the wrestling room.
"Move around too much, baby, and this mother's gonna strangle you. You don't want that, do you?" Gus asked, whispering in her ear.
She had to get out of this some way. They were going to kill her for sport!
"Now, we're gonna see just how fast you are," Gus said, checking the rope one more time, then reaching back in his hind right pocket. Ginny's terror-stricken eyes followed his hand movements, watching as he pulled out a large black and white-handled switchblade. Pushing the button, Gus revealed a five-inch blade that snapped into position.
"Like it?"
He moved around to the girl, pressing the flat of the blade against one of her cheeks. Ginny shivered, pressing her fists against her ass cheeks. She was afraid to move. The rope was holding her head high. The girl trembled as Gus rubbed the blade back and forth, rocking it from handle to tip against her nose. Was he going to slice open her face?
"We're gonna try somethin' more interesting than this."
The big man moved around, gesturing for Justin to come into the room and shut the door.
"You're gonna see just how hot this little bitch is."
Gus knelt down in front of the girl, his gaze fastened on her cunt. Ginny was completely humiliated. She couldn't look down for fear of choking. But she knew he could see her juices glistening on her blonde cunt hairs. She knew he could see his spit slicked on her thighs. Gus licked his lips. Was he going to suck her pussy again? If she moved, she could hang herself. That was it! Enjoying sex while teetering on the brink of death. And Gus was there, watching her, watching to see how far she'd go.
"Now watch this, man. She's got a cunt like a fuckin' steel trap."
The tip of the switch-blade, followed a curving path. Gus trailed it up from her knees, around in a broad arc toward her cunt, then back toward her ankle. Ginny closed her eyes, sucking in a hissing breath through her flared nostrils. She felt the icy touch of the steel against her flesh inching toward her pussy, then away. He was teasing her, teasing her with that instrument the way he had teased her with his tongue and lips earlier. The girl curled her feet, the arches cramping, while her bare toes tapped against the floor. She bit her lip, her face twisting into a mass of intense concentration. She could almost see the blade as it slipped and slid its way around her flesh. Now be had it several inches from her pussy. He was rocking it the way he had against her cheek. Only now the pointed end of the knife was right up against her cunt. Ginny felt the juices starting to flow again, her pussy swelling open with sexual heat. Once more brutality was taking its toll, making her feel aroused as if this cruelty were her lover!
Ginny felt her cunt suck in air, opening in an instinctive spasm as the knife began moving forward, tracing the outer swollen line of her cunt lips.
"Look at that, man! Her fuckin' cunt's movin', really moving around!"
"Yeah. You know, when I was fuckin' her this afternoon I thought I was feelin' somethin' movin' around. Her cunt's really something else!" Justin said.
Ginny kept, her gaze away from Gus and Justin. She thought only of that knife, that horrid blade rubbing up against her pussy. Gus adjusted his kneeling position, leaning somewhat against one thigh. He moved the switchblade until the steel was pressing against her clit. Ginny gasped. The cold pressure on her clit sent a shock as sharp as the knife itself.
Ginny stiffened her back, her legs kicking hard against the stool. That slight movement tightened the noose around her neck. She swallowed hard, the room spinning around and around. She had to be more careful, or surely she would kill herself.
"Now, we'll see how much control she's got. Not bad so far?"
The continual chill and touch of the blade sent streamers of terror and incredible arousal coursing through the terrified girl. Ginny slowly became conscious of the tiny slits on the edges of her cunt lips, slits caused when her cunt lips contracted against the knife. She was milking it, trying to suck at the knife as if it were a cock. Oh, how overheated her pussy was! It had been all that ass fucking, that had done it! Nothing had entered her pussy. Even though she had cum violently, still her cunt wanted something inside it, something long and hard. Gus had cheated her of a hard fuck. Now her pussy was turning on to this obscene knife.
Ginny's pulse raced, the blood scorching her veins. Looking to one side, she saw Justin was stroking his long, thick cock. He was enjoying this terribly, watching as more beads of perspiration rolled along her high-riding tits, while Gus kept on torturing her with the knife against her cunt. He twisted his fingers around his prick head, groaning softly when beads of cum oozed from his piss-slit. Moving forward another step, he looked down, watching as the gleaming blade disappeared in the thick blond bush protecting Ginny's cunt.
"Oh, no, oh, please, don't do this! Oh God, no!"
But it was almost impossible for her to talk. Any movement she made with her throat or neck tightened the noose more, it seemed. But then it was impossible for her not to say or do anything. Gus had slid the knife up a little farther, making sure the tip of the blade was cutting into her cunt folds. The girl's feet beat hard against the floor and she sucked in another kissing breath. The searing pain was inseparable from the electric thrill of the direct clit-touch. Her ass slid along the splintery wooden top. Ginny felt her cunt lips catch on fire. The constant rush of her juices across and into the tiny slits caused by Gus' traveling switchblade amplified the tense, aching feeling deep in her pussy. She wanted to get fucked, fucked bad. The mixture of horror sent streamers of strange chilling thrills through her. Ginny swallowed hard again, trying to edge back from the choking hemp.
"Uhhhhhhh," she moaned.
Ginny also felt a strange, warmth rising in her belly, making her cunt muscles tighten even more against the cutting blade. The fiery stinging in her cunt lips and the terror of the janitor's knife wound her excitement higher. Ginny hated herself as she thought about what would happen next. She new she would be acting like a pig, a worthless slut. This man had raped her horribly in the ass, and trapped Justin and her in this web of disgusting humiliation. She hated him horribly. And yet her body was saying something else. Her hips were moving, her body was opening up to him. She wanted him, wanted his cock inside her. At one point Ginny even thought about having that knife inside her, fucking her. She blinked away another tear of frustration, her chest tightening while her mouth grew as dry as cotton.
Gus moved the knife back, stinging a groove down to the edge of the girl's cunt mouth. The spinning, buzzing flashes that had made her off-balance stopped. But the fear of having her pussy carved up created a kind of wet, quivering sensation in her belly.