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Chapter 14 by Bevatoria Bevatoria

Does she make a dash for her clothes anyway, run to the office, or do they get down to business?

Down to business

Julie looked around nervously, her eyes darting once more towards the compactor which now held her clothes while Carl grabbed her wrist, yanking her several steps away, her bare feet barely keeping balance on the grimy floor of this garbage area.

"Time to get down to business, slut." He twirled her around, and Julie's mild protests turned into squeals, first at his filthy hand starting to maul her breasts and pussy, and then a large one as she felt a flesh rod pushing at her virgin asshole.

Her **** attempts to keep him out, her asshole clenching desperately, only enraged the janitor as his breast mauling hand took a quick break to yank at her hair. Julie's yell at his rough treatment only grew louder as his dick finally penetrated her rear, and he clamped a hand around her mouth.

"Stop fighting me, or we both get in trouble." He turned her body towards the door, while not wanting an audience for his brutal fucking of her, still wanting her knowing he had control of her. "Unless you want Jean to find you, you'll let me do what I want."

The thought of the brutal female janitor hurting her was too much for Julie, but she still yelped and gasped as Carl pounded his cock in and out of her, the sound of his thighs slapping her butt cheeks contrasting with the sounds of the compactor working on the huge load of garbage Carl had dumped into it, grinding up the dirty materials which included every stitch of clothing she'd brought with her.

Carl's hands were brutal on her grime covered body, and despite the fact she'd been lying in filth and rot for several minutes, as his hands mauled her somehow it felt like her skin was getting dirtier by him rubbing her. After a few dozen thrusts, his member hardening continually inside of her, he paused to resettle his hands again, one arm locking around both of Julie's pulling them behind her, and she moaned as she felt her shoulders being twisted close to dislocation. He started to squeeze around her clit and pussy, and her moans only encouraged him as he started thrusting his fingers inside of her.

Slowly one increased to two, to three, to four, his member softening inside of her ass as she started to buck against his thrusting hand. Carl twisted and pulled his hand inside of her, growling into her ear.

"You like being treated like this?" He stopped doing everything as Julie could only moan in response, desperately trying to break from his grip, the slightest movement against his hand the only 'confirmation' Carl needed.

"If you cum I'll stop fucking your ass..."

With that, Julie thrusted against his hand, wanting to escape his anal pounding of her, but Carl continued it anyways while the nubile teenager attempted to decrease her punishment, Carl's restraining of her arms increasing her pain during her **** attempts to get off.

Unfortunately, Carl kept his fingers out just enough, his hand pulling out quickly as Juile wailed. Carl took a moment to capture Julie's naked torso with his cellphone, taking a quick snap while he came in her ass, his other hand resuming his **** of her pussy, his hand twirling inside of her, the old janitor deciding to use the innocent teen for every last one of his perverse fantasies. And now, he'd have a keepsake showing the naked brunette being taken by him from behind.

Despite herself, Julie came against his fingers, the pleasure of her orgasm comforting her for the briefest of moments while Carl **** her to her knees, his excitement and adrenaline causing her to be rougher and rougher with her. A small pool started to form as Julie felt the dirt on her knees, her face level with Carl's softening dick.

"I can't let Steve get more then me." Once more, Julie tried to resist him, and once more a yank of her hair, and a squeal forcing her mouth open.

It tasted like crap, dirt, grime, everything she'd been smelling and lying in for the past little while, but even as she gagged her tongue inadvertently licked the object inside of her. That was all Carl needed, one hand in her hair as he fucked her face, spit running down Julie's cheeks as she lost the will to resist the janitor, her aching limbs surrendering to his perverted desires.

Seeing her submit, Carl used his free hand to pull out his cell phone, pointing it at the helpless teenager. "Steve will love this, since he sent me pictures, I'll send him a video." Julie looked helplessly at the peering cell phone, any movements of resistance greeted by a tightening of the grip on her hair, so she kept her hands on her thighs, feeling the grime and dirt all over her skin while she was face fucked.

Eventually, his member hardened one more time, and it was at that point she gagged, forcing him out. Which proved to be a mistake, as it left her mouth just in time to nail her right in the eyes, a huge dollop of cum splattered all over her face. Julie squeezed her eyes shut, feeling another two shots land on her breasts, mixing with the dirt and grime on her chest as it started running down her cleavage.

As she started to wipe her eyes out, Carl wiped his dick in her hair, getting one last spurt deep into her roots before he unceremoniously yanked her to her feet. Disoriented by the shots still darkening her vision, she let him lead her until she saw sunlight.

"What?! I can't leave yet-"

"I only promised I'd overlook your trespassing." snapped Carl. "I can't risk losing my job letting some cum covered slut gallivant around the school, and if Jean found you like this, well..." She felt him shiver, and hoped it was in fright and not in arousal.

She struggled as Carl pushed her out the door, determined not to lose her once chance at the photos.

Can she evade him? Or does she have to get back in AGAIN?

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