ISAKU: AIMEE

by BioDread

Dear Aimee,

        I've adored you from afar for a long time, but now I must tell you face to face how much I love you!  You're my angel, so graceful on the tennis court, your golden hair flying as you dance upon the court.  Please come to the bell tower at seven o'clock tonight!  Let me declare my love for you!

Your fervent admirer.

"Isn't it so romantic!" giggled Aimee, clutching the note to her small bosom.

"Do you know who your admirer is?" asked Rebecca, Aimee's tennis partner.

"No, but I bet he's handsome!" grinned Aimee with her eyes raised to the sky, dreaming of her mystery lover.

"I think you shouldn't get your hopes up," scowled Rebecca cynically.  "Why else would he want to meet you in that old bell tower at night?"

"Maybe he wants to watch the stars with me.  He'll reach out and take my hand...,"

"And give you a big hickey on your neck!" laughed Rebecca as she leapt from the bench.

"Booger!" exclaimed Aimee, pursuing her mocking friend.

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Tennis practice took more time than Aimee had planned for.  She didn't return home to change, it was already 6:55.  She used one of the school's pay phones to call home and let her parents know that she was okay and still at school.  When they inquired, Aimee said that she wanted to use the library to help write a report for the next day.  Rushing down the hall, Aimee headed for the bell tower, still sweaty from tennis practice, but running too far behind to take the time for a shower.

The entrance to the bell tower was just behind the main assembly room.  Aimee was a little frightened of the empty halls, the school appeared to be completely deserted.  She entered the bell tower and gazed up at the flight of stairs running up to the belfry.  The tower's interior was dark, but Aimee thought she saw candlelight glimmering at the top.  The young girl began her ascent, hugging the wall of the tower, not daring to look down as she climbed flight after flight.  The wooden steps groaned underneath Aimee's small feet, the wood was well worn, but still sturdy.  

Aimee was breathing hard when she reached the top of the stairs.  Wiping perspiration from her forehead, the girl looked around the belfry.  Several melting candles were set on the floor, casting flickering shadows upon the walls.  Aimee took a tentative step forward, and groaned when something hit her hard across the back of the head.

Aimee moaned softly as she regained consciousness.  She tried to rise, but the tight ropes around her ankles and wrists hampered her efforts.  Terror welled within Aimee, she fought the rope binding her arms behind her back, she shifted her slim legs, trying to loosen the rope encircling her feet.

"You won't get free, none of the other girls could break those ropes," remarked a deep voice behind Aimee.

"Who are you?  Let me go!" shouted Aimee.

"That's why I wanted you, you're so full of life and spirit!" sighed the man holding Aimee captive.  "I watched you every time you played on the tennis court.  My cock hardened every time your little skirt flew up, I imagined what your panties smelled like, especially after a match, when sweat gleamed over your creamy flesh."

"You're crazy!  Let me go or I'll scream!"

"There isn't anyone here, just the horny janitor...and you."

Aimee's heart pounded in her chest.  She continued to fight with the ropes, but the janitor was right, they were too tight and secure.

"I wonder what your panties smell like now?  Sweet with your sweat and fear."

Aimee gasped when she felt the janitor raise her uniform skirt.  The girl's thighs quivered when she felt the janitor lay his palm on her ass, caressing the damp fabric of her white cotton panties.

"So smooth and warm," moaned the janitor, his palm stroking both of Aimee's little buttocks.  Aimee's captor grasped the waist band of her panties and pulled her underwear into the crack of her ass.  Aimee stifled a sob, her eyes were huge and glistening as the janitor spread out her panties again, then pressed his nostrils to the musky fabric, inhaling sharply.

"Please...let me go," sniffled Aimee.

"I want to see your pretty pussy," murmured the janitor, taking the waist band of Aimee's panties again and tugging her underwear down her sweat-slick thighs.

"No!  Don't!" protested Aimee, her ass shivering from the janitor's groping touch.

"Your pussy's so beautiful, just like I imagined it!" chuckled the janitor while his fondling hands squeezed Aimee's bare buttocks.  Aimee moaned softly as the janitor massaged her tight ass, spreading her crack open so he could admire her smooth, hairless cunt.

"I wonder how it tastes," said the janitor before he shoved his mouth onto Aimee's pussy, sucking loudly on her clit.

"Stop it!" panted Aimee, her lips quivering as sucking noises echoed within the confines of the candle-lit belfry.  Aimee bit her lower lip hard, she felt her cunt responding to her captor's nibbling mouth, becoming wet with honeyed droplets.

"Your juices taste so good!  Give me more!" demanded the janitor, burying his unshaven face deeper in Aimee's young pussy, invading her vagina with an urgent tongue.

Aimee moaned weakly, her legs twitching in their bonds, her trapped fingers clenching and unclenching as her pussy became wetter and wetter.  The girl's cunt melted inside her captor's mouth, she gushed her juices between the ravenous man's coarse lips.

When Aimee's tender pussy was drenched with honey, the janitor slipped two fingers into her shivering slit.  Aimee moaned, her upraised ass quaking as the janitor worked his fingers back and forth, coating them in her sticky juices. Aimee's pussy tightened around the janitor's plunging digits, the flesh of her slim thighs grew hot and flushed pink.

"Would you like something hard in your wet, little pussy?" drooled the sex-starved janitor.

"No," gasped Aimee, sweat dripping down her face. 

The janitor removed his drenched fingers and reached out to grab one of the burning candles.  Aimee could feel the heat of the melting candle against her left buttock, she became frightened of what her captor would do with the hot stick of wax. The candle was not the new instrument of the janitor's torment, it was a hard, plastic dildo.  The janitor rammed the dildo into Aimee's soaked pussy.  Aimee started crying in pain as the dildo was thrust into her vagina, stabbing through the soft folds of her sex.

"Do you like this inside you, bitch?  You want some more?"

Aimee sobbed violently while the janitor impaled her cunt over and over with the dildo.  Vaginal juices slipped down Aimee's bound legs, the girl's tied wrists ached sharply.  Aimee's pussy was on fire with pain, she clenched her thighs together to keep her ass elevated, her buttocks felt like twin mounds of searing agony.  Squatting on the tied girl's feet, the janitor bent down and licked Aimee's ass as he rammed the dildo up her cunt.  Aimee closed her eyes while hot tears continued to pour down her flushed cheeks, she felt her pussy clench again just before a second orgasm ripped through her belly.

"You like this dildo inside you, don't you, slut?" growled the janitor, rolling the hard shaft of plastic inside Aimee's clutching hole.  Aimee's ass shook, her cunt held onto the honey-soaked dildo stubbornly.

"Your little cunt likes sucking on this dildo, let's see if your mouth's hungry too," said the janitor.

Aimee's captor stood up and turned her around so she faced him.  He grabbed her head and buried his fingers in her long, blonde mane.  The janitor pulled down his sweat pants with his right hand, his stiff cock flopped onto Aimee's lips.

"Suck it!" ordered the janitor, slapping Aimee's face for emphasis.

With tears welling beneath her large eyes, Aimee took her captor's cock into her mouth.  The janitor groaned with pleasure, stuffing his prick deep into the girl's tight throat.  Aimee gagged, but kept obediently sucking the janitor's meat, her lips stroking his length, suckling the bloated head until droplets of pale milk splattered onto her fondling tongue.

"That's a good girl, suck on it good and hard!" grunted the sweat-reeking janitor, pumping his member between Aimee's soft, yielding lips.

Aimee sucked on the janitor's cock until it was swollen and purple.  More cream oozed into the bound girl's mouth, she reluctantly swallowed her tormentor's salty cum.

"Now I'm ready to fuck your wet cunnie!" announced the panting janitor before he sat on the floor and spun Aimee so that her ass faced him once more.

"Please...," sobbed Aimee as the janitor grasped her small hips.

Aimee's captor yanked her down onto his crotch.  The crying girl moaned sharply when her weight drove the janitor's cock up into her tiny cunt.

The janitor unbuttoned Aimee's shirt and tugged up her bra to free her shivering tits.  He seized Aimee's soft breasts, squeezing and pulling on them as he humped between her legs, stabbing into her slick pussy.  Aimee's cunt became hot again, juices flowed out and gleamed on her buttocks while she bobbed up and down with the janitor's thrusting pelvis. Aimee's honey-soaked panties were stretched taut between her outspread legs, the ropes fastened to the girl's feet bit painfully into her ankles as she rode her captor's crotch.  

Aimee leaned back against the janitor, her arms raised above her head while he roughly fondled her tits, pinching her stiff nipples until she moaned softly.

"You like this, don't you, slut?  You like me fucking you like this."

Aimee continued to pant, her stomach becoming taut as her pussy clenched around the janitor's fat, throbbing cock.  The janitor grunted in response, thrusting faster into the bound girl, his hairy thighs slapping against Aimee's warm, firm buttocks. Aimee's belly shivered, she panted harder from the pleasant heat building in her pussy, growing hotter and hotter until it finally exploded, the orgasmic detonation washing over her shuddering thighs, juices spraying across her open legs.

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