Betty Wingate stared down at the small envelope. It had appeared on her desk sometime during the afternoon classes, but she was not sure when. It was obviously for her. Her name was typed neatly on the face of it.
She ripped it open and unfolded the note inside. It had been done on the same typewriter as the envelope.
Betty, Honey,
Meet me after school at the place shown on this map. I have a little surprise for you. Love, Ben.
Included with the note was a crudely drawn map. Betty studied it and realized she knew where it was. An arrow indicated the dilapidated building rumored to be the headquarters of a gang of young toughs. What could Ben be thinking of? She decided not to question her lover's whim. He probably had figured out a new place for them to have clandestine sex. She did remember his mentioning that his landlady was making remarks about the amount of time Betty spent at his apartment.
She shivered with delight at the thought of more sex with Ben, no matter where he chose to make it happen. Jumping into her car, she headed out of the school parking lot and straight to the deserted building.
"Hi," Susie said. She leaned against the frame of Ben Sommers' classroom door and smiled at him. "Good afternoon, Susie," Ben answered, looking up from the papers he was correcting. "What can I do for you?"
Susie walked over to him slowly, her succulent, fleshy hips undulating gently as she moved. "Oh, I think you know, Ben."
The teacher held up his hand, almost as though he were pushing her, away physically. "Hey, no more. Remember what I told you about Betty and me."
"Oh, I know, Ben," Susie said, leaning against the edge of his desk, her large, melon shaped breasts jutting toward him invitingly. "And I want you to know I'm real happy for you. Miss Wingate's so nice. She's almost, well, pure, like an angel."
"Yeah," Ben said, grinning up at her. "That's how I feel."
Susie fluttered her long eyelashes and looked downward shyly. "It's just that… well… "
"What is it?" Ben asked, his voice mirroring his concern.
Susie looked into his eyes. "I just thought maybe one more time, a last time, something for me to remember you by all the rest of my life. I got a place that's real secret. Nobody'd ever know. What do you say, Ben? Will you do it for me, please?" Her voice was pleading, almost innocent. She dropped her eyes again, the deep fringes of her eyelashes brushing her cheeks. Ben thought he could detect a tear in the corner of her eye.
"Sure," he said. "All right. Once more." He grabbed his coat and followed Susie to his car.
"Hey, there's a car pulling up outside!" Tom Zesky whispered excitedly.
"Of course. It must be Miss Wingate," Dale answered. "I told you Susie'd deliver. She always does."
"I'll say," Bear Jotis grunted, massaging his own massive crotch. "I still get hard every time I think of that gang bang we had with her. When can we do that again?"
"Any time. Susie's willing. Right now, though, we got other meat to attend to."
"Good thing we hid our bikes around back. She probably thinks the place's empty. Shhhh, now. She's nearly at the door."
Cautiously, Betty Wingate pushed open the door to the dilapidated building. She tiptoed inside, squinting to see in the half darkness. "Ben?" she whispered hoarsely. "Are you here?" That was silly, she thought to herself. How could he be here. His car had not been outside. Of course, he could have parked it a block or so away, not wanting anyone to see both their cars and suspect what might be going on in the empty building.
She picked her way along over the beer can littered floor. What she had heard about this being a hang out for teenagers must be true. What a strange place for Ben to pick for them to meet. Still, she decided with a shrug, he must know what he was doing.
There was a sound from behind a bale of rags in the far corner. "Is that you, Ben?" she whispered loudly. "Don't jump out and scare me, Ben. I don't like surprises." She moved forward, toward where the noise had been.
"Nice you could make it, Miss Wingate," said a gruff voice behind her.
Betty whirled around, her heart pounding. There stood Dale Paulson and a hugely muscled young black man dressed in motorcycle leathers. Both of them were leering at her.
"Dale, I… what are you doing here?" She fought to control herself, trying to hold her panic at bay.
The dark boy chuckled and pushed his greasy hair away from his forehead. "We've been waiting for you, Betty, all four of us, ain't we, Bear?"
The negro nodded, his big hand going instinctively to his tightly packed crotch.
"Four of you? I don't understand, I… "
"He means us," came a new voice.
Looking behind her, Betty saw two more boys, a redhead and a greasy looking blond.
"I… I don't understand," Betty mumbled, her voice weak with fear.
"Don't you really, Miss Wingate?" Dale said, grinning cruelly as he advanced toward her. "You said that before. You're smart, so damn smart the way you come on in the classroom. I can't believe you don't know what we're after."
"You can't! No!"
Dale threw back his head and guffawed with laughter. "What the fuck you take us for, Lady? Of course we can. We can do anything we fuckin' please. Can't we, Guys?"
The other three grunted assent. All of them were approaching her now, and Betty could feel the hotness of their presence. Her nostrils were filled with the dark smell of young males in heat. She was terrified. An icy chill ran down her back, and she glanced from one of them to another fearfully. "You'll be caught," she whispered, her tone quivering.
"What makes you think so? Who'd catch us?"
"My friend, Ben Sommers. He's meeting me here. He'll come through that door any minute."
"Shit, Lady," Dale snarled, now so close to her that Betty could feel his hot breath on her cheek, "you really are dumb, aren't you? Did you really think that note you found came from Horsecock Sommers?"
Betty's eyes grew wide. Her red mouth gaped open in fear and amazement.
"That's right, Bitch," Dale said. "That note was just a way to get you here. Nobody knows where you are, not even your big cocked boyfriend."
"Don't you talk about him that way!" Betty flared, her eyes flashing angrily. "It's disrespectful."
Tom Zesky chuckled. "Hey, Dale, you picked out one with spirit. I figured she'd be just another tight assed English teacher. This one's gonna give us a real ride."
Betty moistened her lips and managed to speak despite the lump of raw terror lodged in her throat. "What do you boys want from me?" she asked, already sure of the answer.
"Nothin' you ain't gonna enjoy," Dale answered, his fingers caressing her flushed cheek, "I've seen how you keep looking at my crotch every day in English class. Since you seem so interested, I decided to give you a sample of it, and my buddys too."
Betty shrank away from him, her mind gripped now by total panic. She could feel the lust crazed stares of the four hoodlums as their eyes roved over her softly feminine curves and hollows.
Dale stepped closer, and Betty covered her face with her trembling hands, her breath frozen in her aching lungs, and her heart pounding so wildly she thought it might burst. "Don't hurt me, please!" she whimpered helplessly.
Dale grabbed her chin with his fingers and pulled her face close to his own. As he spoke, Betty's nostrils were flooded with the sour smell of his tobacco stained breath. "We ain't gonna hurt you, Teacher, no worse than Ben Sommers does with that big club he's got swingin' between his legs, and I bet you like that kind of hurtin'."
In all her life, Betty had never known such terror. A cold river of perspiration made its way down her spine, and her blood had turned to ice. She glanced from one to another, her eyes glazed with fear and loathing. They were vicious, hateful, and the looks on their young faces told her that they were bent on doing exactly what Dale Paulson threatened. There was nothing on Earth she could do about it.
Bear Jotis stepped forward. Betty looked up into his smirking, thick lipped face as he stared down at her. His big hands moved to touch her richly curving breasts. She backed away, letting out a tiny gasp of horror. Jerry Bova's strong palms gripped her shoulders from behind, holding her fast.
"Goin' somewhere, Cunt?" he growled.
Bear's blunt fingers began to knead her tender breast flesh through the thinness of her sweater. He was rough, demanding, his grasping fingers pinching and hurting her. Betty flinched, her face twisted with pain.
"Stop, pleeeeease stop!" she whined plaintively.
"Shit, Woman," Bear growled, his voice deep and dark with lust, "we ain't even started yet."
"Why don't you park right along here, Ben?" Susie said. She pointed to empty parking spaces along the curb of the deserted street.
"Where is it we're going, anyway?" Ben asked, as he pulled the car to a stop and turned off the motor.
"It's a block or so down the street. I think we should walk. That way nobody'll see your car and come in to investigate. I wouldn't want to have anything happen to spoil your happiness with Miss Wingate. You know that, don't you, Ben?"
Ben Sommers reached over and gave Susie's bare knee a pat. "You're a wonderful girl, Susie, and I'll always remember you."
Susie opened the door of the car and jumped out. "Then let me give you something worth remembering," she said, giggling. "Come on. I'm so horny I can hardly stand to wait until we get there."
Jerry reached down and gripped the hem of Betty Wingate's sweater.
"No," she moaned, "please don't!" Helplessly, she tossed her head from side to side. Bear Jotis was still massaging her firm, tingling breasts, and her nipples were now painfully, urgently erect, despite her overwhelming fear.
"Go on," Dale ordered roughly, rubbing the throbbing lump in his crotch, "strip her, and let's get on with it. My pecker's so hot I'm about to cream in my pants."
Jerry jerked the sweater upward, exposing Betty's tender, white stomach and taut rib cage. In spite of her struggles, he kept pulling, skinning her sweater off over her head. She stood exposed from the waist up, her nicely formed breasts jutting proudly before her.
Tom Zesky let out a low, appreciative whistle. "Aw, shit, look at them jugs. Christ, I could bite on them until she screams for mercy."
Dale laughed coarsely. "You'll have plenty of chance, Buddy. We all will."
Betty swallowed hard, holding back the terrifying flood of helpless nausea that gripped her body. They would kill her, she was sure. The thugs would take from her everything she held dear and respectful and leave her an empty, used up husk. There was no way out now. She was at their cruel mercy.
"Get her shoes and stockings off," Dale ordered. "Let's get on with some fuckin' and suckin'. I been waiting for it too long."
Fighting and crying pitifully, Betty tried to keep them from ripping off what remained of her clothing. It was no use. Jerry held her arms at her sides, and Bear clamped his dirty, crotch smelling hand over her mouth. When she tried to kick, they simply lifted her feet clear of the floor. While Tom pulled off her shoes and threw them into the corner, Dale ripped at the band of her skirt. Soon her clothing was a tattered pile of useless rags. She stood, her arms pinioned behind her, wearing nothing but her tiny bikini briefs.
Dale reached into her crotch and massaged her sizzling crack roughly with his fingers. "Oh, Man, you guys, she's so hot down here that she might melt our cocks."
"Let her try it," Bear grunted. "I'm ready."
Hooking his fingertips under the tight elastic band at the top of Betty's panties, Dale pulled them down, sliding them over her full, flaring hips and down her long, tapering legs. They lay in a puddle at her bare feet.
"Come on," Dale urged, "let's flop her onto the cot and get into some heavy duty sex."
They dragged her over to the sagging single cot and threw her onto its soiled, wrinkly sheet. Betty looked up at the four of them helplessly, too frightened to struggle or even to move. She could hardly make herself believe this was happening. She was a respectable person, a teacher. She had guarded herself so carefully, giving her body only after great thought and only in the right circumstances to men she genuinely cared for. She had never even had a fantasy about being raped. If she had, she thought to herself ruefully, maybe she could think of some way to defend herself against this mindless onslaught. As it was, there was nothing to do but lie there and wait for her heart to pound itself apart.
Dale started to loosen his belt, his sparkling, lust filled eyes never leaving hers for a moment. "Just keep starin', Baby. I know what a great body I got, and it turns me on all the more to have you lookin' at it."
The others hooted derisively, their laughter grating on Betty's ears, and they followed Dale's lead, ripping off their tight clothing, hungrily staring at the helpless woman laid out before them like a banquet. In a moment, all four young men were stark naked, their hugely distended erections sticking straight out before them. Betty tried her best to look into their faces, but her eyes kept being drawn down to the steaming hotness of their moisture laden groins. The hardness of their brutally stiff erections took her breath away. She could smell nothing now but the randy, mind boggling scent of their immediate arousal, and she knew what they expected of her. She was to be their means of quelling that urgency. Betty fought to keep her sanity.
Stroking his erection lewdly, Dale stepped forward. He gazed down at her nakedness with cold, staring eyes. She sobbed fearfully. Her eyes were fastened on the impossible rigidity of his thick penis. He would rip her to pieces. She would be useless as a woman for the rest of her life. It would be better if the four thugs killed her when they were finished with their heartless ravishment.
"She wants it bad, no matter what she says," Bear grunted, his voice low and husky with passion. "Just look at her starin' at your fat prick, Man. She ain't sayin' so, but she can't wait."
Betty's cheeks burned with embarrassing blushes. Dale grabbed her hair and pulled her face toward the moist tip of his long, meaty erection, "Is that right, Teacher? Are you hot for some young pud up your hot little cunt?"
"Let's all four fuck the shit out of her," Jerry said, rubbing his low hanging gonads. "Let's fill her belly up with hot cum."
"Hurry up," Betty whispered desperately. "Get it over with. Let's be down with it." She was sure she would lose her wits if the living nightmare went on too long. Her nostrils were filled with the musky smell of Dale's freely leaking cock tip, and, inside her, she began to feel the libidinal juices flowing. How could this be? Despite her terror, despite the fact her very life was threatened, she was beginning to respond. The animal part of her nature was forcing its way to the surface, taking over, urging her young body to respond in the ancient ways known to every woman since the dawn of time.
Dale smiled at her, and his grin had no hint of compassion. It was the smirking acknowledgement of his supreme power over her very life. "Hold her legs apart," he ordered roughly. "I'm goin' in."
Betty screamed at the top of her lungs.
Susie led Ben Sommers to the door of the deserted building.
"Hey," Ben said, "that looks like Betty's car."
"How could it be?" Susie asked innocently. "What would Miss Wingate be doing here?"
"I don't know," Ben answered, peering into the window of the locked auto, "but it's her car all right. There's her grade book on the front seat."
Dale knelt on the dirty cot, his burgeoning erection in one fist. Betty looked up at him helplessly, her legs widely splayed. Jerry and Tom held them firmly at the ankles. Bear was once again toying with her softly crinkled nipples, pinching her, making her grimace with pain. Betty closed her eyes, clenching the lids tightly, trying in vain to close out the reality of her terrible situation. "Stop, pleeeeeeease stop," she groaned, but she was no longer talking to the sex crazed youths. She was talking to herself and to the feelings of raw lust now welling up within her body. The animal part of her was taking over, overwhelming her fear, her good sense, her feelings of respect and Tightness. Bear's blunt fingers moved hotly over her sensitive breasts, turning them to fire, making her whole body quiver with excitement.
Dale spoke, his voice low and filled with awe. "You want it, don't you? You really want me to fuck you."
Betty's eyes flew open. She looked at him, her gaze burning into his face. "Yesssssss," she hissed. "I want it. I want your cock, all of it! Hurry!" Her mind reeled with the intensely sexual combination of desire and terror and secret passions, hidden even from herself until this moment. They could fuck her as much as they liked. She knew that now. Deep in her soul she wanted to experience it, to have them do it, all of them. She wanted their firm, muscular bodies. She longed for their throbbing, rigidly erect cocks.
Her eyes took them in, lusting for their hardness, meeting them at their own burning gut level. She was animal, just as they were, and she was an animal in heat. Never had she felt such naked voluptuousness. She had never suspected she was capable of such depths. She felt wonderful. "Fuck me," she cried. "Fuck me, fuck me to death." Betty lifted her hips, pushing her pelvis forward, inviting Dale into her body.
Dale looked into her gaping pussy, its soft, moist pinkness in constant trembling, begging him to enter it. He could see the beads of fresh, womanly wetness jewelling its lips, catching in its sparse fuzz, and he moved forward, brushing the burgeoning tip of his erection through the hot wetness. Betty gave a deep throated moan. Dale brushed along the lips of her pussy again, picking up her syurpy juices on the end of his cock. He parted its quivering halves with his throbbing male tool.
"Yesssss!" Betty whispered. "Use me. Push it into me. Fill me up with your hot manly meat."
Dale gripped her fleshy hips with both hands, holding her so tightly that he raised huge pinkish welts on her soft skin. She let out small, mewling cries of pain. She could feel his prick helmet bumping salaciously against the hair rimmed lips of her cunt. Groaning again, she held her breath, her whole being attuned to the entry of his blood engorged erection.
Suddenly, his cock was moving downward, back toward the smooth cleft of her fleshy buttocks. In seconds, she felt the tip of his shaft pushing against the tightly puckered lips of her virgin anus.
"No," she cried. "Not there!" The horror swept over her once more, and this time it was like nothing Betty had ever known. The utter revulsion, the fear, the utter, raw terror, were more than she could stand.
His stiffened penis pushed urgently against her secret, hidden orifice. "Say you want it now, Teacher. Say you want me to fuck you up the ass," he whispered cruelly.
It took a second for his words to penetrate her haze of fear. Betty tried to cry out, to pull away from him before it was too late, but Dale was ready for that.
"Hold her tight," he yelled. "Lift her legs up."
He grasped her fleshy cheeks like a sculptor working with soft clay and pulled them wide. Betty winced with pain. "Awwwww! No! You're hurting me. I can't take it up there. I can't. You'll kill me!" Betty tried to get away, but she was trapped completely.
"Hold her, you guys. Hold her while I blast open her asshole."
"Noooooo! Pleeeeeeease. Please don't do it!" She groaned pitifully as she felt the virile hardness of his penis beginning to spread the pliable lips of her nether opening. He wriggled about, pushing his cock head against her, forcing it inward. Betty's mouth gaped open, and soft, mewling cries escaped her throat. The pain was beyond anything she had ever imagined.
Ben Sommers pushed the door of the building open quietly. He stepped inside, Susie Walters directly behind him. He saw movement. Blinking, he fought to adjust his eyes to the dim light. There were several young men. They were naked. One of them was.,..
"Oh my God!" he whispered.
"Shhhhhh," Susie said, restraining him. "You can't do anything. There are too many of them."
"But that girl, whoever she is. They're raping her."
"Ben, don't be silly. She loves it. Haven't you ever been in on a gang bang?" Susie held his arm tightly. "Let's just watch them for a little while. It'll make it all the more exciting for us when we start playing."
Ben could not take his eyes off what was happening. He recognized the boys. He watched Dale Paulson't back moving up and down. He could see his muscles dimpling his fine, muscular buttocks as he entered the girl's body. Her legs were high in the air, flailing about. Suddenly, Ben began to realize that the position was all wrong. Dale could not be fucking her in the usual way. He had to be… Ben's mind could hardly accept the truth of what he was seeing. Dale was sodomizing her. Surely, then, he was witnessing a rape. No woman in her right mind would submit to such a thing willingly. He took a step forward. It did not matter if there were four of them. He would fight them off. Then, in a blinding flash, everything came together. It was Betty! Her car had been out there. These four toughs were raping her, his innocent, darling, bride-to-be. He was stunned, unable to move, unable to think. Then, he heard Betty's voice. It was low and lewd. It could hardly belong to the girl he knew and loved.
"Yesssssssss!" she hissed. "Do it. Fuck me up the ass. Harder harder harder. The pain is gone. I love it. I want you all to do it, one after the other. Ahhh-hhhh!"
Ben turned and bolted from the room. Outside, he sagged against the side of the building and retched, covering the ground with his bile, the stench of it filling his nostrils and causing him to vomit again and again and again.