Chapter 9

Betty looked up. She saw his balls. "Now, open that fuckin' mouth. Yeah, that's right. Now lemme see your fuckin' tongue. Yeah, you oughtta be proud of it. That tongue's terrific! Man, the way it was movin' around my cock made me want to cum a helluva lot sooner than I finally did."

Betty closed her eyes again, taking deep, puffing gasps. She could feel her large tits rising and falling with her chest, the full tits rubbing against one another. David moved one foot up to her pussy, pressing his big toe up into the fur-edged pussy slit.

The way it was rubbing up against her clit made the woman let out a groaning gasp. He was fucking her with his toe, rubbing the jagged nail up against her clit.

When she moved, David reached down and slapped her cruelly, his fingers leaving long red marks on her cheek. The blow rattled her teeth. But somehow Betty managed to stay upright, straightening herself, watching her tormentor with fixed eyes. He was moving back now, bracing his legs against the front edge of the tub. Most of the coach's piss had gurgled down the drain in front of her. A dull sheen glistened from the bottom of the tub, the remnants of Jack's pissing spree.

David began, directing the spray straight into her mouth. It was like getting hit by a brick. The force of his stream nearly knocked the back of her skull off. Betty steadied herself, feeling nothing but the hot, stinging rush of bladder fluid against the back of her throat and against her tonsils. It was only moments later when she began tasting the urine and smelling it. She started closing her mouth, the horror of this situation sinking in once more. The piss spattered against her front teeth and lips, sending fine droplets all over her face.

The resulting spray was nearly blinding. She turned her head one way, then the other, trying to avoid the piss. But David kept up with her, spraying into her mouth, then into her hair, finally winding up wetting down her eyes and ears with his piss. She fell back, her legs kicking out once more and nearly up-ending the young stud. He swore at her, never stopping his steady spray of piss. Behind her, Betty could hear Jack congratulating the boy for his endurance.

She felt David's toe again, this time kicking into her pussy. She felt her clit aching with the strain of an oncoming orgasm. She shuddered, curling her fingers and digging the nails into her thighs. She was going to cum! Oh God, just as he was going dry she was going to cum!

"David, I think she's rutting again. She's having another climax. Better do something about it. A woman can't cum high and dry. It's not right."

She threw her head back, her hair dancing along her shoulders. Her eyes screwed into a squint, Betty dropped her hands to her cunt. With her thumbs she peeled back the outer cunt lips, rubbing her nails along the sensitive flesh between her smaller and larger lips.

"Here, baby, I can do that better for you. I got a better aim." David was fucking her with his toes, laughing at her piss- slicked face and body while screwing his toe up into her cunt.

And what was terrible, what was so humiliating about all this was how much she loved him doing this. Through a red mist she saw his cock hard, dry. His eyes were shut now while his toe kept fucking in and out against her shuddering clit.

Betty could hardly speak. Licking her dry lips, the woman thrashed around the tub, slicking her body even more with the piss while David kept his toenail pressed evenly against her clit. She exploded over and over, feeling the world dropping away.

"Damned cunt came while I was doing this. Man, oh man," David sighed.

David reached down, his prick bobbing in Betty's face. Half- conscious from her climax, she wanted to take that hot cock in her mouth and suck one more time.

There was no mercy in David's eyes. He struck her across the face with the back of one hand, knocking her sharply against the back of the tub. Betty heard the dull sound of her skull hitting the porcelain. Then everything went black.

How long she had been out, Betty had no idea. When she awoke, she realized she had been taken from the tub and washed. Even before opening her eyes, she could smell the fresh soap on her flesh.

It was also then she realized they had bound her once more. She felt her body rubbing up against a wall, her nipples frictioning over the rough surface. A metal band had been clamped around her neck, keeping her face up against the surface. She could turn her head around barely. Two wrist restraints, also bolted to the wall and holding her arms out crucifixion style, kept her up in spite of her unconscious state.

Stiffening her legs, Betty was able to take the strain from her arms and neck. Behind her, she heard a groan. Someone else was in the room, someone who was suffering as much as she was. Betty slowly turned her head and saw a young teen dangling from the pulley assembly in a wildly contorted position.

"Annette!" she cried.

The young girl jerked in response to her name. With small movements she was able to twist around and face her mother. The ropes pulled awkwardly on her body. It was a terrible punishment, one the coach and David must have spent some time thinking of.

"Why... why did they come for me?" Tears stained the girl's flushed face as she fought back the sobs.

"I... I can't explain, Annette."

"And, Mom, what are you doing here?" The teen's voice cracked.

"I... I came for parents' night and somehow the coach and I..." Betty couldn't finish, the metal collar around the back of her neck forcing her to gasp in pain. She pressed one cheek against the cinderblock wall, then fought for control once again.

"And David... and his friends." Annette's voice broke again, choked off by her hysterical sobs. "They came and practically raped me right there in my own room." Annette wailed her frustration, shaking the tears from her eyes. "They said you were having a good time and wanted me to join in."

"That's not true, Annette! They forced me here, and then found out you were my daughter. The boy, David, he was the one who wanted you here. And he said you and he--"

"Yes, it's true!" Annette blurted before her mother finished.

"And now they're got you hanging there," Betty hurried to say, not wanting to talk about the past.

"The coach said he would leave me all night. Oh, Mother, it hurts!"

Betty looked on in anguish. It wrung her heart to see her daughter like that. It was a terrible thing to stand there, unable to raise one finger. She couldn't move from the wall. The bands around her wrists and neck were far too tight for her to do anything except stand there and watch the teen twist slowly in the air. Oh, how she hated David and the coach. Through the closed door to the left she could hear muffled laughter.

"Oh, Mother, I'm sorry... I'm sorry for having done--you know--with David. It seemed so right at the time. I didn't know he was into this kind of thing," Annette explained.

"They're animals! They're all animals, darling. You've got to remember that. It isn't your fault. It isn't mine. When we get out of here, we'll make them pay for this," Betty vowed grimly.