Curt Aldrich: Bound, whipped and raped schoolgirls

In the darkness behind the one-way mirror, Coach Sterling exploded his creamy spunk against the concrete-block wall. The splashes were audible in the still office, and his grunts and gasps of pleasure echoed in the room, making him fear for a moment that there was another person in the dark room with him. Right now he couldn't care. His body was gripped with orgasm, with fuck-pleasure. The cum spurted from his pulsating cock, making a mess of the wall and filling the room with a musky, alkaline aroma.

"Eat it!" he mumbled, imagining his cock in Marilyn's mouth, in Nada's mouth, imagining her thick cum filling their throats and choking them. "Suck it down!"

He closed his eyes, jerking on his cock, pumping out his cum-load. The warm feeling pulsed in his belly and loins. His toes tingled in his athletic shoes.

When he opened his eyes, he had to blink a few times to make sure he was seeing what he was seeing and not imagining it. Marilyn and Nada were on their feet, their fingernails sunk into Sissy Johnson, their juice-wet faces as red and flustered-looking as the younger girl's. Where Sissy had come from, Ross Sterling didn't know, but he could see that she was in trouble – big trouble!

Marilyn and Nada, looking meaner than Ross had ever seen them look, their usual angel-faces contorted like the faces of old witches, dragged the squirming young girl out of the showers and out of Ross' sight. He heard her pleading with them as they dragged her into the locker room, and he cursed the architects who had designed Memorial High School.

The damned architects had installed one-way mirrors that looked from the coaches' offices into the shower rooms, but they hadn't even installed windows that looked from the coaches' offices into the locker rooms. All the coach could do was press his ear to the outer door of the office and listen – listen to the pleadings and whimperings and shrieks of poor little Sissy Johnson as Marilyn and Nada punished her, as they tortured her for having caught them in the act of sucking cunt.

"You're hurting me!" Sissy whimpered. "Stop, please stop, I won't tell anybody!"

"You're damn right you won't!" Marilyn snarled. She had the dizzy little peeping torn by the ponytail and by one of her tits.

"What should we do with her?" Nada said, her fingernails digging into Sissy's right ear as she twisted on it.

"Teach her a lesson she'll never forget," Marilyn said. "Go lock the door. We don't want to be disturbed by other peeping toms." As Nada ran to lock the door of the locker room, Marilyn forced Sissy face-down along a bench and straddled her, sitting on the back of her neck. Tears ran from the little freshman's eyes and pooled on the gray enamel of the bench top.

"Shut up, wimp!" Marilyn cracked Sissy across the side of the head. The younger girl's cry of pain excited Marilyn and pussy-cream spurted from her crotch and trickled down the sides of Sissy's neck like hot saliva. "You're only getting what's coming to you, you Goddamned Peeping tom!"

"I wasn't peeping," Sissy sniveled. "I just came back to look for my ring, my going-steady ring, I just came back to look for, it."

"You hear that?" Marilyn said as Nada reappeared around the row of lockers. "She claims she was only looking for the going-steady ring that some cock gave her."

"Disgusting!" Nada said. "It turns my stomach."

"I bet she fucks him too," Marilyn said. "I bet she lets him stick that smelly cock of his in her. Is that what you do, bitch, huh? You let him stick that smelly cock in you and shoot his cum? Huh, do ya, bitch!" She jerked Sissy's head up and down by the ponytail.

"No!" Sissy cried. "No! Please stop!"

"Don't lie!" Marilyn growled. "We want the truth! You let him fuck you, don't you!"

"Yes," Sissy whispered, tears running from her eyes.

"What?" said Marilyn. "We can't hear you!"

"Yes," gasped Sissy as Marilyn pinched the nape of her neck.

The two older girls made faces of disgust. Although neither girl had ever come near to having sex with a boy, they'd both spied on their brothers jerking off, they'd both seen the white slime shoot from their brothers' cocks, and they'd both nearly vomited at the sight. Neither girl could imagine ever touching a cock, let alone fucking one.

"She turns my stomach," Nada said. "What are we gonna do with her?"

"Reform her," Marilyn said. "Teach her to like pussy. She'll learn to like it – or else!"

Nada was rummaging through Sissy's open locker. She pulled out a jockstrap with a yellowed pouch. "Oh Jesus, look at this!"

"Christ!" Marilyn said.

Nada shoved the jockstrap under Sissy's nose.

"Is this his, bitch?"

"Yes," Sissy squeaked.

"I knew it!" Nada scoured the girl's face with the rough mesh of the jockstrap. She forced the jock into Sissy's mouth. "Chew it up and eat it, you dumb little cunt!"

She picked up a discarded shoelace from the floor and hooked it between Sissy's open lips before tying it around the back of the girl's blonde head. The young girl was now gagged with a wadded-up jockstrap held in place by a shoelace.

Sissy sniveled, snot running from her nose.

"This is starting to get fun," Nada said.

"Of course," said Marilyn.

The two older gymnasts pulled the younger girl's jeans off. She wore panties with fruit designs on them, and Marilyn leaned over and bit through a pear and into Sissy's ass. Sissy yelped, arching back, her cry of pain muffled by the gag. The older girls laughed and peeled off her panties.

"Take a whiff of these," Marilyn said, shoving Sissy's panties under Nada's nose. "Don't you ever wash your underwear, girl, or do you spend all your time thinking about your boyfriend's cock and drooling between the legs?"

"From the smell of these," Nada said, "she does both."

"Don't inhale 'em, for Christsake!" Marilyn said, snatching the panties away from Nada. "Find something to tie her up with!"

As Nada searched for bindings of some sort, Marilyn reached between Sissy's legs and found the girl sopping wet. She rubbed some of Sissy's fuck-juice on her own tits and between her own legs. When Sissy tried to look over her shoulder to see what Marilyn was up to, Marilyn slapping her ass and told her to face front. Marilyn then rammed a finger up Sissy's asshole and watched with pleasure as Sissy squirmed like a fish impaled on a spear.

"How about these?" Nada said, holding up a handful of nylon stockings.

"Where'd you find those?"

"Angela Mock's locker," Nada said. "I swear, she's got a pair for every day of the year."

They pulled Sissy off the bench and ripped off her T-shirt. The naked girl shrieked and made a frantic attempt to break away. Marilyn and Nada dragged her to the concrete floor. As Nada sat on her tits and kneeled on her shoulders, Marilyn tied the nylon stockings securely around Sissy's wrists and ankles, then tied the free ends of the nylons to the legs of benches. They spread-eagled the young girl, stretching her arms and legs out tight to form an X.

Nada climbed off, leaving pussy-slime on the girl's tits. Both older girls had fuck-juices running down their legs. Their tits had swollen hugely, and prickling sensations shot through their cunt-holes and assholes.

Marilyn dug her big toe into the wet gash between Sissy's legs. "Look at the bitch squirm! I wonder if she squirms like that when she gets a cock in her."

"Her toes are curling," Nada said. "That's it, Sissy, point them toes! We're gonna make a gymnast outa you yet." She rummaged in Sissy's locker and pulled the meshed-nylon shoulder strap off the girl's gym bag.

"What're you gonna do with that?" Marilyn said, grinding her big toe in Sissy's cunt, gouging the girl's tender fuck-meat with her sharp toenail.

"I'll give you three guesses," Nada said. She raised her arm and snapped it down, cracking the strap across Sissy's heaving tits. "One!"