Bound, whipped and raped schoolgirls(20)

Marilyn's body stiffened. Like the body of a high diver straightening to enter the water, her body went taut and she gasped a silent scream. Electricity shot up her whole, shot through her body, made her scalp and toes prickle, made her nipples and clit swell and quiver. The jolt of current hurt, hurt so much she thought it would kill her, and yet it excited her. The sexual sensation that shot through her was more intense than any sexual sensation she'd ever before experienced. As she was still gasping from the first jolt, Todd hit the switch again.

Bobby, who had his cock stuck in Marilyn's cunt, felt the jolts too, tough not as intensely. It was as if he'd plugged his cock into an electric socket, as if a hot wire had been shoved up his piss-tube. His eyes bugged out and his mouth gaped. His cock was stuck to the hilt in Marilyn's electrified cunt.

Marilyn grunted, and Todd hit the switch a third time. Her eyes bulged and she was coming.

As her whole and cunt contracted, she cried out with as much pain as pleasure. Her spasms overwhelmed her, turned her insides to quivering jelly. Hanging upside-down by the ankles, she writhed helplessly, grunting like an animal. Todd gave her another jolt of electricity and she shrieked louder than when she'd been whipped.

"It hurts!" she gibbered, her toes clawing air. "Oh Jesus God!"

With all his strength, Bobby jerked back, yanking his cock out of Marilyn's cunt before Todd switched on the shocker again and made him scream. Fuck-feeling was pulsing nonstop through his loins and he felt the jism uncoiling in his balls. He grabbed his squirming cock as the cum surged through his piss-tube.

"Ohhhhh fuck!" Bobby shot cum all over Marilyn's crotch. "Oh God!"

Marilyn was drenched with sweat, sweat that ran into her eyes and burned them, sweat that dripped from her nipples. She felt the sticky spurts of cum pelting her cunt, her legs, her belly. She felt her cunt contracting, opening and closing around a phantom cock. The dildo felt like a torpedo up her ass.

"Please!" she gibbered, the sensations too intense to bear. "Oh please!"

As her orgasm began to fade, Todd gave her another shock. Her body became one solid orgasmic spasm, every cell of it contracting. She wailed, and Todd shocked her again. Fireworks went off in her head. Todd shocked her one more time, but she didn't feel it. She'd been knocked unconscious.

"She better not be dead!" Coach Sterling said as he cut Marilyn down. "Christ, Norton, you're crazy!" Despite his words, the coach's cock was as hard as Todd's.





CHAPTER SEVEN




Bobby ran for some cold water. He returned in moments with a cupful of it and slapped it in Marilyn's face. She came to with a gasp, then lay there wincing as Todd prodded her in the ribs with his sharp toenails.

"See, she ain't dead," Todd said. "She's aching for a cock up her ass, and so's this other bitch." He set the electric dildo on a bench and picked up a rope. "Help me with her, Myers."

As Todd and Bobby went to work on Marilyn, the coach picked up the dildo and inspected it. The metal cylinder was wet with Marilyn's ass-juices and the musky female scent made him squeeze his cock.

"You ever buggered a bitch, Myers?" Todd said. He was yanking on Marilyn's blonde hair as he wrapped a rope around her neck. "You ever fucked ass?"

"Of course," Bobby said. His cock was rigid, and he was jerking on it. "I fuck Sissy's ass all the time."

At the mention of Sissy, the coach turned and slipped quietly away. He'd forgot all about Sissy, and it was time he checked up on her. As he passed through his office and through the office of the women coaches, he stroked the metal dildo. More of Marilyn's ass-juices rubbed off on his hand and he rubbed them on his cock. His cock throbbed. He stepped into the girls' locker room and found Sissy panting and squirming as she struggled to break free of her bonds.

"Coach!" the little freshman said. "Thank God you're here, Coach! Help me!"

The coach watched her. She was totally helpless, like a butterfly pinned to a collector's board. As he watched her struggle, he became more and more excited.

She wouldn't think twice of betraying him if it suited her, he told himself. She would say whatever Marilyn and Nada ordered her to say, would claim he raped her even if he'd never laid a hand on her, would claim he'd tied her down and whipped her even if he'd been the one to rescue her.

"Coach, help me!" she whined. "What're you waiting for?" The tone of her voice had turned nagging, bitchy, accusing.

They're all alike, he realized. All the girls he'd ever coached had a touch of Nada and Marilyn in them. They would eat him alive if it suited their needs, would take advantage of him and use him in any way necessary to get what they wanted. They would charm him with their smiles, would cajole him with their voices, would tempt him with their willowy young bodies.