All those horrible, awful dreams about strange men chasing her with hard clicks! Those tight, hot itchy feelings taking over her cunt even while she was in class! God, then were times when she thought some of her male teachers were leering at her, laughing secretly as they watched her squirm under their hot gazes. Was she imagining things, or could they tell she'd been fucked? Could they know she was sitting there, her as moving on the wooden seat, her pussy seething with sexual heat, drip ping with juices, as they talked about one thing or other? Could the boys smell her tight little pussy, so hot she could hardly keep her mind on the lecture?
Maybe she should call Julie again tonight talk to her upstairs on her private line. That was, thank God, the one good thing about this mess. There was that private line in her room, her mother's concession to her privacy.
Janet climbed the stairs, brushing back her long hair, feeling so weak, so tired. As she reached the top of the stairs, Janet heard her phone ring. For a second she stopped, her heart skipping a beat. But no, those men hadn't called for four days. It was all probably a ruse, a meaningless threat. They wouldn't dare try anything, would they? It was probably Julie, calling her up again for some help on her algebra.
"Hello?" Janet said calmly, closing the door behind her.
There was the sound of heavy breathing coming from the receiver.
"Hello!"
Janet began to tremble, feeling her flesh crawl as the breathing increased. Janet sat down on the edge of the bed, the earpiece hot and sweaty against her lobe.
"Hey, babe, said we would call!"
In an instant Janet felt her world come crashing down around her. The horror wasn't over for her yet! They had her phone number and were using it!
"Wh-who is this?" she stammered, swallowing a lump of fear.
There was muffled laughter. Others were probably listening to her. Janet felt a rush of blood inflame her cheeks. If only they would leave her alone, hang up and let her live her life without them!
"Come on, baby, you know who's talkin' to you. We don't forget a hot little number like you that easy, you know?"
Janet wished she had the courage to slam the phone down, to tell them she was going to go to the police if they tried, calling her again. But she knew she couldn't do that. She knew: they'd dare her to, and she would never have the courage to expose the shame she had endured to the public. Instead, the girl sat at the edge of the bed, holding the receiver to her ear, listening to the filth that poured from Jack's mouth.
"Man, I sure miss havin' that tight little pussy of yours wrapped around my cock," he sighed, his voice getting lower, thicker. She could imagine him fumbling with his cock through his pants, playing with himself while he was talking to her. Janet found herself lying back on the bed, her shoulders sinking into the soft mattress while his words of filth poured into her ears.
"No, I won't listen to this."
"You'll do anything I damn well tell you, baby. You'll do it 'cause you dig it. Yeah," he said, his voice trembling with lust, "you'll do it 'cause chicks like YOU dig guys like me. Man, I could see it in your eyes, baby. You dig getin' fucked… 'specially by someone like me and the other guys, right?"
Janet couldn't answer him. Her voice froze. But she knew he was right.
"I'm gonna hang up right now," she panted, feeling her cunt tighten at the sound of Jack's voice.
"No, you ain't, 'cause if you do, I'm gonna call you right back. And then… then I might come over there and see your old lady. Yeahh," he said, his voice trailing off again. "Yeah, that'd be good. See if your mother's got as much spunk in her ass as the daughter."
Janet froze with horror. The thought of seeing Jack standing in the living room, of having him attack her mother right there in front of her eyes terrified her. That would be too much for her to stand. She rolled her head from side to side, still holding the receiver tightly to her ear, listening to Jack's mocking voice.
"Yeah, I didn't think you'd hang up. We want you comin' back here real soon."
"Wh-what?"
Janet couldn't believe she heard him correctly. Go back there, expose herself once more to… to him and Bill and Greig? He had to be joking! Nothing in the world could make her go back and submit to that kind of abuse again, nothing!
"You heard me, baby, we want you comin' back here. Bet we could take care of you real good… make you feel nice, make us feel nice."
Janet sucked in a deep breath, feeling her head reel around. She was about to shout no, then she thought once more about Jack's threat – about him coming here, about him standing in her house, then chasing her frightened mother around until he raped her. Janet shook her head, driving away the thought of watching her mother being fucked in front of her eyes. No, that would never happen. She would rather take her chances and submit to those brutes once more than have them coming to her house to fetch her.