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Bound, whipped and raped schoolgirls(9)



Marilyn and Nada blubbered, quivering from head to toes, too stunned to run for it even when the coach released them. They crouched on their knees on the concrete floor, cowering against the cold metal lockers, watching dumbly as the coach retreated into his office and yanked open cabinet doors and desk drawers.

Neither girl had ever been treated so roughly, with such force. Both girls had been spoiled rotten all their lives, had had their asses kissed by their parents and schoolmates and teachers. Both girls had been pampered and idolized and worshipped. Neither girl had suffered pain. Nobody even talked back to them. They were the queens of their world. They didn't know what it meant to be put down. Now naked, on their knees, they cowered in shock.

The coach charged out of his office, several lengths of rope and twine trailing from his hands. He grabbed both girls by their shoulderlength hair and dragged them through the locker room on their hands and knees.

"No more!" he kept muttering. "Never again!"

There was a large workout area in the boys' locker room at one end – isometric racks, weights and benches, a universal machine, mats for calisthenics and stretching. The coach threw both girls on a mat, held them down by kneeling on their bait, and bound their wrists securely with rope. Letting Marilyn lie, he dragged Nada to an isometric rack and hung her by her arms from the overhead supports. She was so short that the tips of her toes just barely touched the floor.

Marilyn watched her girlfriend being bound to the isometric rack, and all she could do was lie there helplessly and stare with a kind of fascinated horror. She was too much in shock to think of trying to get away, too much in shock to fully understand what was happening. It had all happened so fast, and it was something so alien to her, that all she could do was watch and snivel as the coach did whatever he wanted. She had the feeling that she was hallucinating the whole thing, that this couldn't really be happening. This had too be a joke – Nada hanging there by the arms. A smile broke out on her face.

"You think this is funny? Do ya, bitch!" The coach yanked Marilyn up by the hair and dragged her to the other isometric rack. As she faced the rack on her hands and knees, the coach bound her wrists to one of its vertical bars.

Ross Sterling stepped back and admired his handiwork – two naked, bound girls – one girl hanging by her arms from a rack, just her toes on the floor, the other girl on her hands and knees in front of a rack, her wrists bound to one of the uprights. One girl brunette, the other blonde. One named Nada, the other named Marilyn. They were the two girls he'd most wanted to fuck in his life, and now he was going to do it. He was not only going to fuck them, but he was going to do whatever else he wanted to with them. He'd lose his job, he'd be finished as a coach, he'd probably end up in prison, but it was too late to turn back now. He was going to enjoy himself, enjoy himself as he'd never enjoyed himself before. His revenge would be sweet.

As the coach pushed down his trunks, Nada finally snapped out of her shock, came to her senses. "Cut me down, you pig! You big dumb bully!"

Ross forced off his jockstrap. His cock stood up at an acute angle, dripping as fuck-itch pulsed through it. His cock throbbed menacingly at the gawking teenager, as big and hard as a club. Ross peeled back his foreskin completely, twisted on his moist cock-knob, getting his hand wet and sticky with his headcheese. Grinning, he lifted his hand and smeared his cock-head stink all over Nada's red face.

Nada squirmed, held her breath, clenched her teeth.

Ross grabbed her head and kissed her violently on the mouth, bulging her lips, drooling between them. He could smell his cock on her face. He rubbed his chest to her hot tits, fucked his cock between their bellies. As much as he despised her, as much as he wanted to punish her – knew he had to punish her – still he loved her madly. He'd rather have cut her down and taken her home to snuggle all night with him in his bed – but he knew things wouldn't work that way. This was the only way left to handle Nada and Marilyn. This was the only way left for him to regain some of his self-respect, the only way left for him to retain his sanity. They had to be punished.

"I'm gonna fuck you!" he growled. "I'm gonna do whatever I want. I'm gonna enjoy your hot little bodies anyway I want!"

Nada spit in his face. "Leave me alone! Scum! Filthy scum!"

Ross picked his jockstrap up off the floor. It was moist with the sweat of his balls, wet with all the cum his dick had leaked into its pouch. After picking up some twine, he rammed the stinking jock into Nada's mouth, pouch first, then gagged her with the rope. She twisted from side to side, a look of pain and disbelief in her eyes. She was finally starting to understand who was in control here, and that he meant business.