Ginny whimpered softly, feeling the filthy suction of Gus' prick as he pulled it from her slackening slitter. Her legs twitched as his fat prick head paused for a second, then slipped out.
"Gus ain't through with you yet, baby. He ain't through with you for a long shot."
Ginny turned away from him. But the big janitor had stood up again and was sliding both hands under her arms. She let out a groan, her feet dragging on the floor. Her knees could barely support the girl as she tried to stand. Reality began to trickle in. Foolishly, modestly, Ginny criss-crossed her arms, her fingers fanning out around her cunt as Gus leered at her. She felt so dirtied, so foul, standing naked there in front of the high school janitor.
"Nice pussy. Hey Justin, come out here. I just got through fuckin' your little cunt. She's got one hell of a tight asshole!"
His words rang out like cannon shots in the school corridor. There was movement down the hall. In a moment Justin appeared, his face looking sheepish as Ginny leveled a steady, accusing glance at him.
"Sorry, Ginny. He came in the office after you'd left and – well, what the hell."
Justin had his hands jammed in his front Levi's pockets. He just shrugged, looking from one to the other. Ginny realized at this point he was using her only as some kind of whore, something to placate Gus. He'd do anything to keep the janitor's mouth shut.
"Me and Justin, we was talkin' back there before you showed. Set up some stuff for you, baby. Think you're gonna like it."
Justin gathered up her torn garments in several scoops while Gus took Ginny by the hand and pulled her along. Ginny followed reluctantly, pulling back at times, her naked feet shuffling along the cold floor. With her free hand, the terrified young blonde teen tried covering her tits and cunt. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable now. And those tightened fingers around her wrist didn't make her feel any more, sure or what was going to happen next.
"I'm here," he said.
They had passed the office where she and Justin had fucked earlier that day. They were somewhere near the wrestling room. The smell of sweaty bodies increased. There was a closeness in the darkness. Gus opened one door, then moved behind and put his hand between her shoulder blades. With a snorting laugh, he pushed her forward.
Ginny stumbled in, stubbing her toe on one of the wrestling mats still laying on the floor. She caught her balance, pushing back the hair that had swept in front of her eyes. Gus walked in, reaching around and flicking on the overhead lights. The sudden light nearly blinded Ginny. Squinting, she partially covered her face as she looked around the room. At first she saw nothing unusual. Then the girl's eyes caught sight of a small stool. Just above it was a noose, a real noose, made from inch thick line attached to a ceiling fixture some twelve feet above. Ginny shrank back, her forehead wrinkling with fear and displeasure. Gus caught her, his hands on both shoulders. "Don't worry about it, baby. I think you're gonna enjoy doing this. It's lots of fun, especially knowing the way you like to fuck."
He held her tightly, guiding her forward toward that horrid thing. Ginny felt as if she were being led to the execution block. She twisted around, casting one terrified glance after another at Justin who was standing in the doorway. The young teen saw it was no use. Justin wasn't about to help her. He was enjoying himself too much, watching her terror, watching the way she shrank under Gus' touch. He was just the same as the janitor, maybe more attractive and better built, but cut from the same sadistic cloth.
"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.
"Oh, baby, man, oh man, you're so fuckin' hot. You're burnin' up my face," Gus taunted, spreading her cunt lips with one hand while still toying with them with the knife.
Ginny knew she was disgracing herself. There was no way she could hide the excitement gripping her cunt now. The juice was oozing too freely, her wheezing was too obvious. Her nipples felt long, red and hard, though she couldn't look down. Yes, she was hot, extremely aroused. They wanted to have that hideous, ugly fat janitor stick his cock in her hungry fuck hole.
"Oh!" she gasped.
Gus slipped the knife back a little, poking at the rim of her asshole.
"Fucked the slut there a little while ago. Man, she's as hot in her shitter as she is in her cunt. This one's a real find."
"Yeah. Practically burned my prick off this afternoon," Justin agreed, licking his dry lips while watching the knife trail along the girl's cunt.
"I'll bet. You'll have your chance to try it again. And this time bet she'll be even hotter. Look at this," Gus said.
Gus was panting now, turning the knife around and pressing the flat of the blade against her cunt. The shocking chill of the switchblade against her hot pussy lips made Ginny cry out again and again. Her cunt lips contracted, her soft, swollen pussy lips squeezing hard against the sharpened edges of the knife. Ginny let out another howl of delight and frustration. She was cutting herself on that horrid weapon. And there was nothing she could do to stop.
"Oh, man, man, she's hot 'n ready for a fuckin'. Come on. I gotta fuck her now."
"Yeah, yeah, all right. Remember what I told you about this."
"Yeah, yeah!"
Justin shoved his Levi's down, freeing completely his cock and balls. Ginny swallowed again, spotting Justin's hard prick as the boy bent forward and gripped her thighs.
"Uhhhhh," she moaned.
When he moved her from the stool a few inches, Ginny felt the noose strangling her. She cried out, her face blanching, then turning red as the rope tightened, blocking out more previous air.
"Uhhh, no, don't, oh, God, don't! Justin, you're gonna kill meeeeeeee!"
His hands didn't loosen around her thighs. He gripped her hard, hunkering down and forward like some mad dog. There was that savage gleam in his eye again. Only this time there was more of it than before. Gus had released the beast in him. It was almost like some unholy father-and-son routine. Each one had found the other, and Ginny was their mutual victim!
Ginny felt the blind stabs of his cock against the sides of her cunt. The conical head of his prick slipped under the slippery crack between her cunt lips. The salty drop of lube on his cock head set the wound in her clit on fire. It burned into her like some powerful acid. Ginny stiffened, feeling her spine tingle from the sensation of being fucked. Justin was again fucking her in this wild, horrible position. Her legs slipped forward, her knees still hugging the stool. Gus had moved away, stepping to one side while still holding tightly onto his switchblade. Ginny found herself rolling her hips forward, her ass cheeks halfway off the stool. It was an uncomfortable position, but one that Ginny hardly noticed when Justin began squeezing his prick into her.
His cock was a piece of heaven, Ginny thought as sparks exploded in front of her eyes! For one brief second she'd forgotten about Gus, about the knife, about the rope choking the air from her whenever she moved the slightest bit. Justin was inside her again, his prick stretching her itchy, elastic cunt walls apart.
"Uhhhh!" Ginny gasped, staring straight ahead, just past Justin's handsome face.
She couldn't stare into his eyes. There was something so terrible, so frightening in his eyes right now. Instead, she looked past the big athlete, riding his prick as more and more of his cock jerked in.
His long, thick cock slipped into her cunthole like a thick greased finger. The image burned into her mind, making the young blonde cry out more.
"Oh, no, no!"
The rope was tightening again. Justin was sliding her forward yet a few more inches! His fingers dug into her thighs, leaving long red marks as more of his cock squeezed down into her pussy.
"Justin's gonna fuck you good, baby. But you're gonna be choked up if you move around too much. Tell you what ol' Gus is gonna do. Sometime I'm gonna kick this fuckin' stool out from under you."
"No! No!"
"And then I'm gonna hand you this knife," Gus continued, ignoring her wild protests. "If you're fast enough, baby, you can cut the rope and save yourself."
"Oh, God!"
They were sick, sick to have thought of something like this! Ginny tried struggling backward, trying to get back on the stool. But Justin was too excited and wanting this whole scene too much to let her do anything. Instead, he held onto the girl hard, his fingernails scraping along her flesh painfully.
"Uhhh!"
Ginny sobbed. The bruising fingers on her thighs made every square inch of her body ache, it seemed. And always she thought of that rope, that awful rope tightening around her throat. There were times when she twisted her head one way and the other, hoping to find some position where she could drag in more oxygen. But Justin's fucking was taking precedence over everything. Slowly, the noose was growing more and more tight around her throat. In another moment, she would be fighting for her life!
Justin was all the way in her now, his cock fucking in and out, in and out with long, sucking sounds. Ginny could feel his balls slapping up against her ass. And now he had his hands up to her tits, pinching them, squeezing them while thrusting his groin up harder and faster. Oh, yes, he'd be dumping his load of jizz in her soon. And soon that noose would tighten as well, threatening to break her neck!