Gang raped virgin(31)

CHAPTER ELEVEN




"Unghhhhh!"

Janet turned away from the men, both hands clutching her stomach. She had licked Jack's boots clean and was working on Bill's when she thought she was going to lose her lunch.

She gagged, feeling the sour taste of the bile rising in her throat. Bending over, her tits nearly touching the floor, she fought back the desire to retch in front of these men. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of watching her shame herself like that! Spitting out the dirt, Janet panted sickly, wishing once more she could have a knife to end her miserable life.

"Rope the bitch! If she don't know how the fuck to behave now, we'll just have to drive the lesson home, right guys?" Jack said, raising an eyebrow.

Rope! More torture, more beating, more belting!

"No, no! NO! NO!" Janet screamed hysterically, alternately laughing and shrieking as Greig and Bill grabbed her under the arms and hauled her down the darkened hall toward the bedroom.

The bedroom! Jack had said she'd get there when she proved herself worthy. Worthy! The thought made her laugh again. She threw back her head and screamed with hysteria.

"Come on, you looney. Man, she's goin' nuts. Guess we fucked her crazy!" Bill commented as they dragged the girl into the small room.

Janet stopped her wild cries as they threw her on the bed. She landed with a grunt, pushing herself up quickly and staring wide-eyed around the room. The room was small, dirty, bare of any furnishings except this crumpled double bed and a cracked mirror nailed to the wall behind it. Dirty, empty, deserted, just like her life!

Looking at the mirror, she saw her face distorted by all the cracks in the glass. As distorted as her life was! Then she saw Jack enter the room, pieces of rope dangling from one hand. She laughed again, drawing her fingers over her mouth.

"Fucking? Oh God, no, yes, no, yessss!"

Her mind whirled out of control as he stepped into the bedroom, swinging the ropes.

"Dumb bitch!" he growled, raising one hand and slapping her right cheek.

The blow knocked Janet flat on the bed, her hair sweeping over her face. She grunted, half rolling to one side. The hysterical laughter was over, replaced by a soft, gentle moaning.

Janet didn't, fight them, didn't even give them the satisfaction of groaning with some kind of delight as she felt someone looping the line tightly around one ankle, then slipping another rope around her other leg. They were spreading her thighs apart, securing the ropes with a double figure-eight around her ankles, then tying the loose end around a leg of the bed with a square knot.

She was split open again, her cunt and asshole exposed, pried open by the tension of the heavy-duty line. Still the girl could feel cum oozing out of her violated holes, wetting down the filthy white sheet gathered under her body. What now? Defeated, deserted, the young teen didn't care. She was already a zombie. There was little they could do, she thought, that would rouse her much from her stupor.

"Come on, get up on your fuckin' hands and knees, baby," Jack ordered.

It was an effort, perhaps the greatest effort of her life to haul herself up from the bed. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Janet saw what she had become – trampled on, a slovenly whore driven to the depths of depravity, a willing victim of these animals who knew nothing else except the vilest kind of sexual contact. She lowered her head, her hair splashing across her whitened knuckles. Digging at the torn sheets, she thought of her mother and wept.

"You take anything, right, baby? See if you dig this," Jack said.

Staring into the broken mirror, she saw Jack standing behind her. He was pulling something out of a small leather pouch he'd carried on his right side. A knife! God! So this was how her life was going to end, knifed to death in this slum house, a victim of her own perversity!

"Nooo!"

She bolted, then froze when she felt the flat of the iron blade pressed against her cunt. The shock nearly made Janet faint. Trembling, curling her fingers until they cramped, waiting for the final blow, she watched as Jack and the others drew closer to the bed. "Nice, huh?"

She felt the knife slide across one buttock, then dip into her narrow asscrack. Jack traced the blade up toward her waist, then carefully down to where her ass met her thigh. The pressure increased as the surgically sharp knife neared her clit. How shameful, how horrible, and yet how exciting! Yes, it was too true. The girl felt herself warming once more between her legs, actually becoming aroused by the subtle drag of that knife.

Then the blade went away.

Janet let out a long shuddering sigh, unsure whether or not she was glad Jack had withdrawn it. Then suddenly there was a chill at the center of her cunt. Jack, had pressed the blade against her wet slit, rocking it from her clit to the bottom junction of her cuntlips. She heard him laughing, commenting on how her juices were oozing out of her slit and wetting down, the gleaming silver blade.