Jack shoved his big hands under her whipped asscheeks, his fingernails scraping into the large purple welts swelling on her flesh. He forced her into the rhythm of fucking.
Marie could hear herself sobbing out her delight, feeling those rings stabbing again and again into her nipples until she thought they would rip from her tits. She ground her clit against him, loving the swelling sensations in her belly. Every bump of his cock against her clit sent the woman higher and higher.
She felt her pussy stretching thin as sweat dripped from her tits and sides. He was all the way into her once more, his balls pillowed against her upturned asshole while his hands slapped her across the face again and again. He was savaging her while fucking her, his fingers threatening to crush her jaw, shatter her skull. The more he struck her, the more wild Marie became, bucking her ass up until she thought the bench would collapse and break in two.
"Yaghghgh!"
He dug his fingernails into her ass. Marie's thighs were burning, juice spraying from her cunt-hole to put out the fire raging in her pussy. Her body was melting while he fucked faster and faster. In a few moments Marie couldn't tell one fuck-stroke from the other. There was a hot fluttering sensation between her thighs. The woman screamed again, feeling as if her body were on fire. That angry fire around her cunt-mouth spread, exploding. She cried out, her belly bulging with excitement. Marie exploded, feeling the hard, heavy jolt of her cum blasting through her. She wept and struggled, her body bouncing against the bench while the big man fed in spurt after spurt of his fizz.
Feeling his good had to be bad, she thought, weeping and gasping as the final throbs of her climax ebbed.
Jack braced his hands on either side of her shoulders, slowly pulling his dripping cock from her cunt.
"Christ! She's almost better than that little bitch I serviced at school!" Jack said, staggering to one side.
"You gotta be careful about those kids," Brad said frowning. "I warned you about that. Once the principal hears about it…"
Jack waved his hand in disgust, pulling on his pants while winking at Marie. "Don't worry about it. This kid ain't gonna talk. She likes it too much – just like this bitch."
Brad looked at Marie, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "In that case, maybe we should introduce the two of them some time later."
Marie sighed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Two long weeks had passed since the last session.
It was all Cindy could do to hide her injured wrists from public view. She'd taken to wearing long sleeves, bathing her sore flesh in private, always worrying that her mother would discover her wounds. But soon she realized her mother too was acting secretive. She was dropping things, especially when the phone rang.
And now and then Cindy caught Marie rubbing her shoulders as if she'd been struck from behind. Cindy knew that feeling. Her shoulders ached too from the awful treatment she'd endured under the hands of that man.
Billy had transferred to another school without a word of warning, baffling some of his teammates and teachers. But Cindy blushed when she heard about it. The kids all looked at her, figuring it was some romantic quarrel that had broken him up. But Cindy knew better. He had been tested, he felt, and had failed in his manhood.
Somehow, Billy's departure made Jack more attractive in an insane sort of way.
It was the beginning of the third week, just when she was leaving the gym after helping to decorate the walls for Friday's Halloween prom when she ran into Jack.
He was standing in the doorway, leaning heavily against the molding while he looked casually at the orange and black decorations overhead.
"A buddy of mine told me I had to be careful around you. Said I couldn't trust you. Is he right?" Jack said, his voice low and threatening.
Cindy nearly fell through the floor, hugging her black notebook against her tits while looking over her shoulder to make sure none of the kids noticed them.
The other kids were all gathered around laughing at something in the corner.
Cindy slipped into the shadows, careful to keep a distance from the big, handsome janitor. She started to open her mouth to speak, then thought better of it. Let him take the lead.
"I'm not going… to say anything," Cindy said hesitantly, feeling her heart sinking.
He was after her again. She could see it in his eyes. They were hungry, savage, like the eyes of a wolf. Her flesh crawled while her heart beat so wildly that she thought it would tear through her chest.
"Good. You're gonna come with me then," he said, taking her by the elbow and pulling her after turn.
Cindy resisted, pulling back, her face blanching with fear.
"But my mother…"
"You'll call her and tell her you're at this fuckin' thing," Jack said, raising his voice.
One of the girls turned around. "Are you okay, Cindy?"
"Uh-huh, Lisa. It's all right," Cindy called back, waving cheerfully.
"Good. That's real good, and smart. Now call her and get ready."
Cindy could have said no. She could have run back to the gym and sought help. But instead she walked quickly to the phone and dialed home, breathlessly telling her mother about her extra work and not to worry because one of the girls' fathers would drive her home.
Jack smiled, taking her once more by the elbow and dragging her down the dimly lit hall.
No one was around as she shuffled behind him, dropping papers as she stumbled toward the door. Cindy was surprised they were outside now, heading for a small blue van. It was Jack's van.
She sat quietly, her hands in her lap as he swung the door shut, started the engine, then steered the mini-van south toward Brad's.
When they arrived at the house, Cindy was too frightened to talk.
There were lights on in the front room. She could see movement through the drawn shades over the large bay window.
He opened the door for her, pushing her books to the floor and dragging her in. It had happened so quickly.
Whoever was inside had already stepped to one side as Jack shoved the young teen in.
Cindy stumbled, tumbling to the floor and rolling to one side. She drew her legs up quickly, scooting back until her spine was pressed against a brown wing chair.
"So, this is the hot little slut you were talking about when we had Marie over."
Marie? Cindy froze, staring wide-eyed at the two men over her. No. It was a coincidence, she was sure. Her mother would never ever be caught with people like this. She was far too good, far too square for this kind of thing.
"Rope 'er up and take her downstairs to the playroom. I've got the other one coming over. Seems she had a change of plans and can make it after all…" Brad said, tapping the toe of his boot against Cindy's side, then hefting it savagely against her lower ribs.
Cindy cried, doubling over, feeling as if her ribs were cracking under the blow. The young girl could hardly move.
Brad kicked her again, driving the toe of his boot right up into her asscrack this time. Cindy jerked forward, her arms flying out to either side of her body while her knees dug into the rug. She curled her fingers, digging the tips into the soft carpeting as she struggled to catch her breath.
Jack bent down, scooping her up from the carpet and half-carrying, half-dragging the gasping teen. Her arms dangled down, her fingertips scraping over the floor as she felt his hands pushing into her belly.
They were taking her down a narrow staircase now. She could smell the dampness and guessed it was some kind of cellar. Brad was busy taking off her jersey, the material frictioning against her nipples.
Brad stopped for a second, hefting her tits, cupping the rounded bottoms and squeezing them. He made her pink nipples stand out, something Cindy blushed furiously about.