Curt Aldrich: Bound, whipped and raped schoolgirls

She squealed, her ass churning in the air, her hand grinding between her legs. As she came, her fuck-juices running down her legs, she tried to drive her head up Sissy's open crotch. She got her nose inside the young girl, and her lips too, and she bathed her face in Sissy's seething fuck meat as she finger-fucked herself to ecstasy.

At last, Marilyn rolled off Sissy's face and pulled herself up on the nearest bench.

"You sow!" she said to Nada. "Get your nose outa that slop trough. You're eating that pussy like it's got honey running out of it!"

Sissy was squirming. "Please stop! It hurts! Please stop!" Her cunt had become so sensitive after her orgasm that every flick of Nada's tongue made her nearly faint.

"On second thought," Marilyn said, "lick her harder!"

She got shakily to her feet and picked up the mesh-nylon strap. As Nada continued to torture the little freshman's cunt with her tongue and teeth, Marilyn began again to torture the girl with the strap, cracking it savagely across Sissy's belly and tits.

Sissy screamed so loud she almost snapped her vocal cords.

Marilyn sneered, flagging the girl harder. "Shut up!"

Nada ripped hair from Sissy's pussy-mound, laughing as she spat out the golden tufts. "This is real fun."

"You're killing me!" Sissy screeched.

A door was slammed open.

"Jesus Christ, what the fuck you doing to her!"

Coach Ross Sterling charged into the locker room from the office of the women coaches and yanked the strap away from Marilyn. Nada jerked away from Sissy's cunt and fell flat on her ass. Sissy's cunt-hairs were pasted to her lips and chin.

"Jesus Christ!" Coach Sterling muttered, staring down in disbelief at Sissy, whose tender young flesh was cross – crossed with raised purple welts, who foamed at the mouth and from the nose. He went weak in the knees and felt sick to his stomach. "What have you done to her?"

Marilyn and Nada sensed the coach's weakness immediately. It took them only moments to regain their composure.

"What are you doing in our locker room, Coach?" Marilyn said, a malicious smirk on her face. "The girls' locker room."

"Yeah, Coach," said Nada, "what are you doing here?"

"What?" the coach said. "What!" He thought he must be hearing things. "After what I caught you two doing to this poor girl, how dare you…"

"Us?" said Marilyn, looking shocked by the accusation. "Us! We come in here – our locker room – and find you whipping the skin off poor little Sissy, our dear little teammate…"

"And trying to rape her," Nada cut in. "Yes," Marilyn said. "Trying to rape her like an animal! We'd never have believed it if we hadn't seen it with our own eyes. It's just lucky we arrived when we did."

"He's sick!" Nada said. "He oughta be locked up!"

Coach Ross Sterling stood there with his mouth wide open, too stunned by their accusations to say a word. They were so convincing that even he half believed them.

"Don't untie her now, Coach," Marilyn said. "It's too late for that. We caught you red handed, whipping her and trying to rape her, after you tied her down?"

"The big ox!" Nada said. "Trying to rape our dear little Sissy! Not that it's surprising. He always has been a big bully."

"You two are crazy," the coach said. "You really think you can get off that easy – by accusing me of what you've done? It's not that easy. Sissy will have something to say about what happened."

"We'll take care of Sissy, Coach, just don't you worry." Marilyn rubbed her toes across Sissy's mouth. "Ain't that right, girl?"

Sissy just groaned, only half conscious.

"See, Coach," Nada said. "Sissy says you beat her up and tried to rape her. You're in big trouble, bully boy."

Ross Sterling stood there, paralyzed. He knew without a doubt that they had him. Nobody would ever take his word over theirs, and they could make Sissy say whatever they wanted her to. Even after the beating she'd received, Sissy would side with Marilyn and Nada. They had that kind of control over her. They had that kind of control over the entire girls' gymnastics team. As much as he'd fantasized at one time or another fucking every girl on the team, he'd never laid a hand on any of them, but he could be accused by rape by any one of them, or all of them, at a word to them from Marilyn or Nada. Until this moment he hadn't fully realized his relationship to the girls he coached. He wasn't their master – he was their slave! And most of all, he was the helpless slave of Marilyn and Nada.

"Tell you what, Coach," Marilyn said. "You just crawl back in the woodwork where you came from, and we might forget everything we saw here." She rubbed her hand between her legs, wetting it with pussy-cream, then smeared the spit like fluid on the coach's nose.

Ross Sterling nearly shit in his gym trunks. The scent of Marilyn's hot teen cunt made him sway dizzily, and his flexing cock nearly tore out of his jockstrap.

"Hey Marilyn, before he goes, don't you think we oughta tell him the good news." Nada lifted and massaged her tits seductively, intentionally driving the man crazy with a lust for her he could never satisfy.

"Oh yeah," Marilyn said. "Guess what, Coach – you're fired."

"What?" the coach said.

"Fired, dum-dum," Nada said. "As of next Monday, you ain't our coach anymore."

Ross frowned, not comprehending. He'd been coaching these for so long that he'd never dreamed he'd ever lose them. They'd been his whole life for so many years now. He'd worked his off for them, putting in overtime day and day out to make them the world-class competitors they were. He trained them all summer, for Christsake, even though school wasn't in session and he wasn't getting paid for his work – not only trained them, but the other girls as well. He'd built the top girls' gymnastics team in the state, if not in the nation. He'd made Marilyn and Nada what they were today. Without him, they'd be nothing.

"We found a nice lady coach," Marilyn said. "A private coach. One of them defectors from Eastern Europe. She can coach the pants off you, old man, and she ain't a bully."

I'm not old, Ross thought, telling himself this was just all a bad dream, that he'd wake up any minute now and have a good laugh over it. I'm not an old man, and I'm not a bully.

"Our parents are paying her," Nada said, continuing to massage her tits seductively as she smirked at Ross. "It'll cost a lot of money, of course, but we're worth it. She'll take us to the top."

I'll take you to the top, Ross thought. You're at the top now, for Christsake! And I've put you there – both of you!

"You don't look so good, Coach," Marilyn said. "So why don't you just crawl back from where you came from and hibernate." She caught a handful of pussy slime from between her legs and rubbed it all over Ross' face.

Both girls laughed at him, pointing at him as if he were the laughingstock of the world.

"Go crawl back in your hole, worm," Nada said. "Slimy old worm!"

Both girls howled with laughter. Marilyn nudged Sissy with her toe, and Sissy laughed too.

Pressure ballooned in Ross' head till he thought his skull would explode. He wanted to scream, he wanted to bawl, he wanted to kill. The scent of Marilyn's pussy whirled through his nasal passages. He panted. Sweat beaded on his forehead and ran into his eyes.

"Get the hell outa here!" Marilyn roared. "Or we'll see you locked up yet! Get outa our locker room!"

Leering, undulating her body, massaging her tits. Nada.

Something snapped in Ross' head. Hardly able to see from the spit and sweat and tears in his eyes, he grabbed blindly for the two girls and caught them by their throats, his thumbs sinking into their windpipes, his thick fingers clawing into the slender flesh of their necks. They choked, their eyes bulging, and Sissy, watching in horror, shrieked.