"What do you want me to… do?" she said, swallowing down the last word. Betty already had an idea.
"Janitor's not in. He's out there, watchin' the team fuck around in the field." Gino moved forward, pushing the green metal door open. Immediately there was the soft mechanical purr of machinery. "Downstairs."
"No, I won't," Betty cried through clenched teeth.
The girl started backing away, glancing nervously over one shoulder. There was no one in the hall. But still all she had to do was scream and…
"Mmmmmmmffffff!" she gasped.
A hand over her mouth. She could feel the fingers pressing her lips hard against her front teeth while another hand grabbed her around the waist. Betty tried twisting around to break the grip, her books and papers falling to the floor and scattering on the tiles.
"Pick up her shit and let's get the bitch downstairs fast," Gino said, dragging Betty back through the basement doorway.
The blonde teen struggled helplessly, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer muscular power of Gino's arms. She could feel his breath panting against her neck while the one hand around her waist slid up to her tits.
"Nice, nice. Hank was tellin' me what a hot fuck you are and what you dig. That's nice too," Gino crooned in one ear, pulling her heels over the slight rise of the basement doorway. Almost immediately Betty noticed an increase in the sound of whirring machinery. There was a vague sour odor to the air, the smell of electricity. The air was warmer here.
"Okay, got 'em," Hank said, slipping in behind them and shutting the door. When Betty heard the lock snap shut, her heart sank. They were going to torment her here, make her submit to their perverted desires, and there was no one who could put a stop to their antics if they should get carried away.
Betty bit down on Gino's fingers, then reached up and pushed his hand away from her mouth. That sudden pain startled the young stud enough to break his hold on the girl. That was all Betty needed. Shoving him to one side, she darted around Hank, wrapping her fingers around the door handle while frantically pounding at the lock.
"Oh please, help, help me! I'm trapped in here! Oh God, please…"
Desperately Betty fought with the lock, trying to force it open. It was impossible. Hank was behind her in a flash.
"Try to hurt my buddy, huh?" he said, putting his paw-like hands on her shoulders and knocking her from the doorway.
Betty flew back, her asscheeks hitting the steel guardrail. That blow sent slivers of pain racing through her body, making her teeth rattle while Gino kept shaking his hand from the bite.
"Yeah, man, she put a set of marks around the joint that's gonna really hurt," Gino said, his face darkening with anger.
"What did you expect me to do?" Betty cried, staring from one young man to the other.
"Just about that, Hank," Gino said to his buddy, his lips curling again into another sardonic smile.
Betty felt her blood pressure go up. She was standing there on the small platform, Gino several steps below her, Hank in front of the door, both hands touching either side of the molding. She couldn't rush down, couldn't escape through the door. Then she saw the cocks – both of them, tenting up the fronts of the boy's Levi's. Betty gasped, her eyes widening.
"Oh, no, no, just let me go, just…"
Hank got behind her, throwing his, arms so tightly around her waist that he knocked the wind from her. Betty's knees shot up while her body jackknifed, her ass jamming into the stud's gut. Her cheeks puffed out while a rush of wind escaped from her lungs.
"Let's take 'er downstairs, man, and tie her up. She's gonna be so fuckin' hot she's gonna need chains or somethin' to hold her down," Hank said, turning around and dragging the kicking girl down the iron steps.
"Yeah, she sure screams a hell of a lot! Man, it's like somebody set her cunt on fire or something," Gino said, backing down while watching the girl's frantic moves.
"I did that yesterday… me and Annie. Christ, you should've seen the way this one turned on. Thought she was gonna bounce right off the fuckin' floor when we fucked around with her."
Betty listened helplessly to their obscene talk while they dragged her down the stairs. Reaching the bottom, Hank and Gino manhandled her. Hands were roving all over her body. She snapped her head back, gritting her teeth together as she felt them fingering her tits, hiking up her skirt and feeling her cunt through her nylon panties. Gino was the first to drop to the floor, holding her around the soft spot behind each knee while tonguing her inner thighs. The sensation of his giant tongue as it lapped its way up her legs drove her mad. She could feel every nerve ending in her body stretching down toward that licking tongue. She wanted to feel his mouth on her pussy. In a sudden rush of sensation, she wanted to feel him sucking her cunt.
"Come on, man. Before we fuck the shit outta her let's have us some real fun," Gino said, getting up and letting her skirt fall back down.
Hank held her while the young Italian stallion rummaged around in a near-by workbench. Rolls of tape, screws, various tools were thrown onto the floor while Gino searched for something.
"Here we go… somethin' to hold down this little cunt while we play with her," he said, holding out a long half-inch piece of line. Betty stared at it, wondering what on earth they were going to do with it. On closer examination, she saw it was really several pieces of rope, each about three feet long. The hemp was rough and brown, frizzed at the badly cut ends. "Got a board over there too. Bring 'er on over. Wanna hog tie this little cunt."
"Oh no!" Betty yelled.
"Sure, baby. That's what I was thinkin' about that day I talked to you in the cafeteria," Gino said, swaggering up to her. He was holding the ropes loosely in one hand, rubbing the frayed ends against his chin. He looked like something straight out of hell. Betty felt her pulse leap at her throat.
"I wasn't talkin' about plain ol' fuckin'. Man, everybody does that nowadays."
"This one don't," Hank said, hunching his crotch into her ass while gripping her upper arms so hard Betty was afraid he was going to leave bruises. Already she could feel her ass quivering under the anticipation of another whipping. Her ass flesh was still tender and hurt when she sat the wrong way in a chair.
"Huh? Oh yeah, yeah," he said, smirking and nodding his head rapidly up and down. Gino still held the rope, tickling himself with it under the nose. "I forgot. The hot virgin. She ain't been around long, but she's one hell of a quick study. Well, baby," he said, stretching out one arm and rubbing the frazzled end of the line against her face, "we're gonna see just how quick you are today."
Betty drew back, her face a mask of fear. What were they going to do with her and those ropes? What were they talking about?
"Let's get 'er naked."
Fingers fumbled madly around her blouse, opening the blue V-neck quickly and pulling the garment off her shoulders.
"Be careful. Don't wanna tear any of this," Gino cautioned as he reached down and pushed the button through the hole that loosened Betty's skirt. "She's gotta walk outta here like nothin's happened. She come walkin' through that fuckin' door like a war refugee and they're gonna be on our asses fast!"
"Yeah, yeah," Hank agreed, helping his buddy tug the short skirt down past Betty's ankles and off her feet.
"Now the bra… see, those nice tits. Christ, used to nearly jack off when I saw 'er bouncin' them boobs up and down the hall."
"They're nice," Hank agreed, stepping behind Betty and unsnapping her halter. "Got nice hard nipples to suck on. She likes that, gettin' her nipples sucked on, even bit and pinched. Man, this chick digs everything, man, everything!"
The panties went next, slipped down over her legs and off her toes, flung onto the pile of clothes draped over the nearby workbench. Hank was all for fucking her right away. But Gino was more experienced, holding one hand in front of his buddy and studying the trembling naked girl in front of him.