Gang raped virgin(20)

"Shaddup!"

Janet whimpered into silence, watching helplessly as he slid her down on the table, drawing her arms high over her head then down toward the floor. He was hurting her by forcing her arms back like that! But she didn't dare complain. He had only shouted at her before. The next time she said something he might strike her… or worse!

"Man, you want us to tie her legs? How the hell you gonna fuck 'er?" Greig asked, tapping one rope against his right thigh.

"That comes later, man. I wanna do other shit to the bitch, and I don't want her movin' all over the place. Now come on, let's get goin'."

Janet trembled. They were starting now, starting her private horror show.





CHAPTER SEVEN




The ropes binding her wrists together were thin, cutting into her flesh as Janet wriggled her bare ass and shoulders over the table. Jack tugged the line again, letting her know that the more she tugged the more it would hurt.

"Oh don't, don't! You're crazy, really crazy!" Janet cried, rolling her eyes back and staring tearfully at the big stud.

"Yeah, real crazy," Jack muttered.

Janet rubbed her palms together, trying to get more blood into her fingertips as Jack secured her bound wrists to one of the table legs. He had her well stretched aver the edge, her shoulders resting on the end of the table.

Jack secured the free end of the line with a double square knot, examining the handiwork carefully before helping Bill and Greig up front.

"You assholes don't know what the shit you're doing," he grumbled, taking the rope from Bill.

"Well, shit, I never been in the Navy like you," Bill grumbled, watching as Jack untied one knot, then took Janet's right leg and bent it all the way back until her heel was nearly touching her right buttock.

"Watch, man, this is the way to rope a bitch… get 'er really hot, open her up and leave her exposed to anything you wanna do to her," Jack said.

Bill and Greig watched dutifully as Jack ran a loop around her knee, then slid the rope under the table and ran the free end around to her other knee. Tightening the line, he stretched the girl's thighs apart, securing the rope with a double square knot.

"Man, that's somethin' else," Greig whistled appreciatively as he stared at the bound teenager writhing on the table.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Janet panicked, twitching as if someone had touched her with an electric wire. She hated this, hated being bound, unable to move her hands, her feet, to have any control over what was going to happen to her. The hemp line bit cruelly into her wrist flesh, chafing the skin until it began to turn purple. Her thighs were spread widely apart, her cuntlips peeled open, exposing the tender dark pink pussymeat to Jack, Bill and Greig.

"Okay, baby, now we have some fun, right?"

Janet jerked her head up, her eyes rounding when she saw Jack reach down and unbuckle his belt. He was pulling his belt out, twisting the buckled end around his knuckles, his lips curling into a sick smile. Greig and Bill were smiling too, the fronts of their pants tented up.

Janet tried wriggling. God, those ropes hurt!

"No, no, no!"

Jack walked up to the table, his jaws set firmly as he studied the helpless girl.

"Nice young cunt," he murmured, tracing the tip of the leather belt along her thighs.

Janet shivered, her flesh puckering up into gooseflesh as the cool, brown leather trailed along the inside of her right thigh, then brushed gently over her pussy hairs. She kept staring at the big man, her eyes bugging out, sweat streaking her flushed cheeks. Janet knew what he was going to do. Beat her, hit her with that belt until she screamed down the walls. That's what a true sadist was, and that, she could tell, was what Jack was.

"Ohhhhh!"

Janet curled her fingers, digging the nails into her palms. Again she wiggled against the ropes, feeling the line bite into her flesh. Sweat was beginning to bead up on her forehead, along her chest and tits.

Jack was moving that awful leather belt along her left thigh now, his breathing becoming more labored, more shallow. It was as if he were fucking her and getting ready to dump his load of spunk into her cunthole?

"Bitch!"

He jerked his right hand up, the belt cracking like an exploding pistol above her head.

Janet cried out, her eyes rolling up at she watched the big belt curl, snap, then cut through the fetid air and crash down toward her pussy. Janet tried to move her hips, tried to slide her cunt away. But the ropes held, cutting into her flesh, causing more pain.

"Nooooo!"

Jack brought the belt down hard between her thighs, the leather biting the flesh surrounding her clit.

"Eeceaaagghhhhhh!" Janet screamed and screamed again, her head snapping from tide to side.

Her hair whipped across her face while her buttocks danced on the smooth table top. It was as if someone had burned her cunt with a torch! She moaned, her head finally sagging as the pain ebbed. This was the most brutal thing she had ever experienced in her young life!