Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors- both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In TWICE RAPED TEACHER, Lucy Collins and Clara Jones find themselves in just such a situation. Held captive, then degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual acts, Lucy Collins nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Clara Jones suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Miss Clara Jones was sitting on the toilet, with her skirt hiked up and her panties down around her ankles, when the two teenaged boys burst into the bathroom, cursing and shouting and bragging the way boys that age usually do when they're half-drunk. She thought to scream, then remembered that she was down in the basement and completely out of hearing of the students and teachers in the classroom above. Maybe, she hoped, if she remained quiet and kept the door to her stall closed, the bums wouldn't even notice her. Maybe.
But why were they even in there? The boys had their own bathroom right across the hall. She had feared something like this happening ever since she began teaching history here at Western High only three months ago. There was just no discipline, or at least not enough to suit her. The kids were too wild, with their tight jeans and open shirts, their filthy language and shameless behavior. Kissing in the hallways! Whoever heard of such a thing!
Certainly not she. She had been a good girl all her life; her father had demanded it. And she had gone through several years of college with the intention of devoting her life not only to teaching kids History, but also to teaching them how to be decent human beings. So what happens at the first school to which she is assigned? She runs into one brick wall after another-kids who reject everything she believes in. Why, just last week she had four boys expelled from school for fighting in the classroom. And now two boys had just intruded upon her privacy and caught her with her pants down. She couldn't help but question her decision to become a teacher.
The two boys walked through the bathroom, commenting upon girls in a disgusting way. Miss Jones didn't want to listen. They came closer and closer to her stall. Their voices grew clearer, more distinct. She recognized the voices, but couldn't place them. Soon the boys were right outside her stall. She could see them through the crack in the door. She knew now who they were. They were two of the boys she had had expelled.
They must have seen her too! She jumped up and managed to pull up her panties just as the boys kicked the door open. They got a good look at her pussy crotch before she could straighten out her skirt. She backed up as far as she could, until the toilet bowl was digging into the backs of her thighs.
They were both about the same age. One had curly blond hair and deep-blue eyes. His name was Ricky. The other, Jack, had dark hair and a mustache. Both wore tight jeans and black leather jackets. Miss Jones had trouble keeping her eyes off their well-formed muscles and large cock bulges.
"Well, well," said Ricky, smiling wickedly, "I was hoping we'd catch some young girl all alone in here. I never thought beyond my wildest dreams that we'd catch a teacher. You above all."
"Yeah," said Jack, stepping closer, "you're the bitch that got us expelled. Now look at you standing there trembling! You don't look so tough now, Miss Jones. What are you going to do? Are you going to call the principal?"
"It wouldn't do her any good if she did," said Ricky. "No one would hear her. These walls are nothing but concrete and steel."
"You two have no right in here," said Miss Jones. "You have no right even being in this school. You were rightfully expelled."
"Yeah, thanks to you." Ricky frowned as he spoke. His eyes grew narrower. "You really fucked things up for us."
"You both deserved it."
"Did we now? Well, maybe you deserve a little something too." Ricky fished around in his back pocket and pulled out a folded knife. He held it out towards her.
"No!" Miss Jones lunged forward, got past the surprised youths, and darted for the bathroom door. Her tightly wrapped blonde hair loosened somewhat. Her horn-rimmed glasses bounced on the bridge of her nose. She had to get out of this bathroom. She had to!
The door was right there in front of her. She didn't notice if the two youths were close behind her or not. She assumed they were. She ran quickly, flung herself at the door, pulled hard on the knob-and discovered that the boys had locked the door when they first entered.
They had locked it by jamming a screwdriver into the bolt so the bolt couldn't be opened, at least not easily, and certainly not by her though she yanked on it with all her might. She then yanked on the screwdriver, whimpering the whole while, but found it impossible to remove. She turned and pressed her back against the door, shook her head from side to side and cringed in horror, as the two youths stepped towards her.
"Sorry, Miss Jones," said Ricky. "But there's no way out. Except through us." He walked right up to her, grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the floor.
"Ohhh!" Miss Jones fell on her ass, spread-eagled, but quickly straightened out her skirt so the boys couldn't see her pussy crotch. Her reactions were instinctive; she wasn't thinking properly enough to plan any movements. Too much was happening to her in too short a time.
"Get up from there, you bitch," said Jack, and he pulled her to her feet, then kicked her in the ass and sent her sprawling to the floor again.
"Up we go," said Ricky, still holding his folded knife. He then grabbed her hair once more and flung her across the floor.
"Aagh!" cried Miss Jones. She rolled over and over. Her hair came completely loose and fell down over her face. Her skirt climbed up her thighs, higher and higher, thus exposing her creamy white flesh. She panted heavily, showing the boys that she had big tits inside her blouse. "Please," she begged, adjusting her glasses. "No more. No more."
"We'll say when you've had enough, Miss Jones." Jack stood above her, digging his toes into her pussy crotch. She tried to crawl away.
"Get the fuck up, bitch." Ricky grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. She stood on shaky legs, too exhausted and too frightened to resist. "I'll bet you're one hell of a lay."
"I'm a good girl," she said, breathing heavily between words. "I don't fuck."
"Wanna bet?" Ricky wrapped his arm around her throat and pulled her tight to his body. Then he brought his knife up to her throat. All she could manage was a weak gasp as he pressed the button and popped open the blade.
Miss Jones said nothing. She didn't dare. She just gulped, and even that was done very quietly and very slowly. Ricky held her firmly. She could feel his hard cock bulge digging into her ass. If this wasn't being caught between a rock and a hard place, Miss Jones didn't know what was.
Suddenly, Jack pulled out a knife of his own and opened it with a press of a button. Then he walked right up to her, his cold stare piercing her blouse. She started to raise her hands to her tits, but Ricky knocked her hands back down to her sides.
"Don't kill me. Please don't kill me." She shook her head as she spoke. Her words were barely audible. She pressed backward and got a sudden jolt in her ass.
"That's exactly what I should do," said Jack. "Hell, here I am, a member of the toughest gang in the neighborhood, and I go and let a man-hating bitch like you get me expelled from school. Hell, I should kill you. You deserve to die." Then he said: "But no, I won't kill you. At least, not yet. I've got something better planned for you . . . Hold her tight, Ricky, while I disrobe her."
The dark-haired youth reached out with his knife and cut off the top button of Miss Jones' blouse. The button fell silently to the floor, and the teacher's blouse partially opened.
"Nooooo! Don't do this!" Tears came to her eyes, and soon flooded her flushed cheeks.
Jack continued. He moved his knife to the next button and quickly cut it off. It too fell at her feet, and her blouse opened a little more to reveal the tops of her bra-covered tits.
"Now we're getting somewhere," said Jack.
"I hope so," said Ricky. "My prick is hard as a rock, and about to pop out of my^drawers."
"I beg you. Don't go any farther. I'll talk to the principal. I'll ask him to reinstate you in school. I swear I will. Only please don't do this. Stop now before you get into serious trouble."
Her hysterical whimperings made it difficult for her to form words.
But Jack only laughed at her, anyway. He moved the knife lower and cut off another button, then another. Soon every one of the buttons was lying at Miss Jones' feet, and her blouse was wide open.
"Nice." Jack licked his lips as he stared at the teacher's bulging bra. Then, in a flash, he flicked his long gleaming blade three more times and watched as the woman's bra fluttered to the floor.
Miss Jones' face flushed red, and she quickly reached up with both hands to cover her naked tits. Her eyes danced about Jack's face. Her red lips trembled. She realized that this was no game; these boys meant business.
Oh, hell, she wanted to know, what do I do now?
The grin on Jack's face broadened as he moved his knife down to the clasp on her skirt. He could have easily unsnapped her skirt with two fingers, but he chose to use his knife instead. Within seconds, her ruined skirt lay bunched around her ankles; and she had only her panties, garter, and stockings to hide her nakedness. And they weren't much.
"Don't worry about her stockings," said Ricky, still holding on to her firmly. "But get rid of those panties. I want to see her cunt."
Already shaken, Miss Jones sucked in her breath and stiffened even more.
Jack obeyed, though he really didn't need to be told. He pierced her silky panties with his knife, careful not to cut her smooth flesh, then proceeded to slit the fabric into ribbons. By the time her panties joined her skirt at her feet, they were unrecognizable.
Miss Jones shivered hard, more from fright than from the effects of the cool air now caressing her body. She found it almost impossible to hide her tits and her cunt and her ass with only two small hands. And now that her ass was naked, she was finding Ricky's cock bulge unbearable.
The teacher squirmed and twisted in order to avoid the intense heat digging into her ass, and to avoid the lustful eyes roaming her tits and cunt. But it was no use; with every move, she flashed her tits and cunt at Jack, and made Ricky's cock bulge even bigger and harder. And when she squirmed too much, the knife tightened against her throat.
What a mess I'm in, she told herself. These bastards are capable of anything. I think I'd rather die than submit to them.
"Do we flip to see who gets her first?" asked Jack.
"No need to," said Ricky. "She can start off by sucking us both at the same time."
"Yeah, that sounds like fun. And if she doesn't want to, we'll use her face for a carving board."
"Oh, she'll want to," said Ricky, talking into Miss Jones' ear. "Won't you, teacher?"
The thug's alcohol breath almost knocked her over, but it wasn't as deadly as his knife. She nodded meekly, agreeing with the youth; she was too terrified to do otherwise. But she had never sucked a cock before, so she hadn't the vaguest idea what she was agreeing to.
They forced her to her knees, then stood in front of her, side by side. They held their knives very close to her face as they awaited her trembling lips.
With frightened, teary eyes, Miss Jones unzipped and pulled down first Ricky's jeans and then Jack's. Then she worked their shorts down their hairy legs, all the way to their ankles. Each time, a long hard prick popped out to greet her; and each time, she yanked her eyes away. But she couldn't completely ignore their swollen cocks; they were too close.
Ricky, whose cock had grown the most, reached out and forced the teacher's face up against his stiff prick. The fucker throbbed against her cheek, like a battery-powered vibrator. She whimpered quietly as she inhaled the strong meaty aroma, and felt the numerous wiry hairs.
So this is what a cock looks like, she said to herself. How awful! And now I'm going to have to suck the son-of-a-bitch. I wish I were dead!
At Ricky's urging, Miss Jones managed to get the big prick inside her mouth. It tasted awful to her, as she had expected. But she nevertheless worked her lips down the long cock shaft, grunting and straining the whole while.
Soon her mouth was full, and the fat bulb was throbbing against the back of her throat. She let the prick rest there while she caught her breath. Then she began sucking on it.
Her head bobbed back and forth, slowly and steadily. The big cock slipped in and out of her mouth. She shivered each time his cock hairs tickled her nose, and gasped whenever his greasy bulb scraped the roof of her mouth. She doubted if she would ever be able to live this down.
With bugged-out eyes, she kept sucking the youth's cock in and out of her mouth, making the fucker disappear completely again and again. The stench was difficult to ignore as she was forced to breathe through her nose, and the salty taste was even more difficult to bear. But she closed her eyes and her mind to the awful sensations and continued to suck the big prick.
Ricky watched his prick disappear, reappear, and disappear again. Blissful heat raced through his loins and made him moan ecstatically. He became so turned-on by her hot hps he didn't even mind the huge amounts of spit that she was depositing on his cock shaft. He watched that spit drip down his balls to the floor as his mind soared.
But his pleasure was short-lived.
"My turn now," said Jack, and he yanked her mouth away from his friend's cock and onto him. "Suck mine now."
Though Miss Jones hated having to suck either cock, she thought it rude of Jack to so abruptly pull her away from the one she was sucking. But she didn't dare complain to him about it; and after deepthroating his prick and finding it just as awful as Ricky's, she decided that it really didn't matter, anyway.
Once again, she moved her hps up and down a greasy prick. The fucker caressed her tongue and her tonsils and the roof of her mouth. The thick cock hairs scratched her nose and lips. The heavy balls slapped noisily against her chin. She tried not to think about what she was doing; she just did it.
And while Jack's cock disappeared in and out of her mouth, Jack reached down and guided his blade along her jutting tit. He traced figure-eights in her fleshy tit-mound, without breaking the skin, and gradually the tit hardened.
"Mmmmfff!" mumbled Miss Jones when she felt the cold steel on her tit. She feared the worst, and couldn't help but shiver, but she never let the cock slip out of her mouth. She didn't dare.
Not knowing exactly what Jack had in mind, the teacher just crossed her fingers and kept sucking. She gobbled on the prick hungrily, gagging each time the bulb slipped deep down her throat. She also reached up and began fondling the youth's balls. She hated doing this too, but it was all she could think of to take her mind off the sharp steel now sliding along her tit.
"Suck me good, bitch, or I'll cut your damn tit right off."
Miss Jones didn't doubt the youth's threats for one second. She sucked steadily, using her hps to massage every inch of the fat cock shaft. She explored the many bulges and veins as if they were tasty treats. She soaked the cock with her spit and made it swell up even more.
"Mmmmm! That's better. I feel damned good." He kept running his knife round and round her tits, moving from one to the other. Every flick of his wrist made her tremble.
Miss Jones could feel the cum swirling in Jack's nuts. Soon it would be squirting into her mouth. She dreaded that, but could see no way to avoid it.
She sucked long and hard, deciding that she would rather be stabbed in the mouth with his prick than in the tits with his knife. Her throat became very greasy; her lips, sore. She knew it wouldn't be long now before his stiff prick blew its top.
But the teacher had forgotten about Ricky. Ricky, on the other hand, had not forgotten about her.
"You've sucked his cock long enough," said the big blond youth. "Now suck mine some more."
He grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her mouth to his aching prick. Jack protested, but Ricky only laughed. Miss Jones had no say in the matter at all. She resigned herself to sucking the blond-haired cock once again. In a way, she was delighted, for this postponed her having to taste thick gobs of jizz.
She cupped Ricky's balls in her hands and sucked his prick in and out of her mouth. Her cheeks bulged, receded, and bulged again. Her lips stretched taut and began to crack at the corners. Her nostrils flared wildly as she struggled to breathe through her nose-her only recourse with that fat cock taking up so much room.
On the good side, if there was a good side for her, she no longer felt the touch of cold steel on her tits. The knife had been removed. Even Jack was no longer there. She kept sucking, wondering where Jack had gone-and what he was now up to.
His cock was hard and fat and filled with cum when I left it, she told herself. So he can't be through with me. He can't be far away. He's up to something. I just know it.
Then she felt two hands on her hips, lifting her to her feet. Now she knew where Jack was. She rose obediently, shivering in anticipation.
Jack guided her up into a crazy position: standing with her legs spread wide, but bent over at the waist and still sucking on Ricky's cock. She felt pressure on her hips and on the back of her head, and the pressure told her that this was how the two gang members wanted her. She thought the position extremely awkward, even dirty; but what could she do about it?
"Go on and suck his dick if you want to," said Jack. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of your cunt. You bitch!"
Trembling with fear, Miss Jones mindlessly ran her hps up and down the youth's prick, swallowing it again and again. She repeatedly buried her nose in his thick yellow cock hair as she soaked the prick with her spit. Her head bobbed back and forth. Her tits wobbled beneath her. It was rough going, to be sure; and she hated every minute of it. But who was she going to complain to?
Meanwhile, Jack, having placed his knife in his shirt pocket, was trying to get his stiff prick inside her tight cunt. He held her hips with both hands in a viselike grip. It was the only way he could control her violent shivering. And while he held her, he pumped his own hips in an effort to push his cock head through her tightly clenching cunt crack.
The teacher jerked suddenly as soon as she felt Jack's cockhead. She tightened her lip grip on Ricky's prick and began smacking on the fucker. Spit dripped down and splashed on the floor, but she couldn't have cared less. Right now, she didn't care how much of a mess she was making.
Jack finally managed to work his cockhead up into her fuck hole. Her cunt walls parted reluctantly, but they parted nevertheless. She groaned deeply, then squealed, as the youth's prick head tore into her cherry.
"That's a tight fit if I ever felt one," said Jack. "But a tight pussy never stopped me before, and it won't stop me this time." He took a deep breath, then lunged into her.
The scream that burst from Miss Jones' mouth was stifled by Ricky's big cock. The teacher rolled her eyes and teetered on unsteady legs. Never before had she felt such pain. The pain rolled through her like ocean waves, with enough force to rock her brains.
"Aagh!" moaned Ricky, holding her mouth tight against his prick. "Keep fucking her, Jack. Your big dick is putting some life into her. She's fucking my fucker better than ever."
"Ohh!" groaned Jack, pressing his hips forward and throwing his head back. "My cock is only halfway inside her, and already her pussy is burning the shit out of it."
The brute made no mention of the fact that blood was now trickling out of the teacher's widely stretched cunt box. He did not even seem to care. But Miss Jones cared. She could feel the oozing liquid. She knew that it was all that was left of her cherry. Or almost all.
Jack thrust his hips again, harder than ever; and his prick plowed through her narrow fuck tube, right up to the hilt. Jolts of pain shot through her again as the youth's prick ripped apart the rest of her cherry so that she was no more a virgin.
"Oh, yeah!" he shouted, grimacing. "Deep as shit. Just the way I like it. Now I'm going to fuck her brains out."
Jack, holding her hips tight, started pumping his prick in and out of her bloody cunt. He pushed hard and deep, stretching her cunt walls out of shape and jolting the hell out of her tender nerves. His hard strokes rocked her body back and forth, and made a fuck slave out of her.
"Mmmmffff!"
Miss Jones worked her lips up and down Ricky's cock, stroking his cock shaft with all her might. Anything, she told herself, to get her mind off of the mind-blowing pain now sweeping through her cunt.
She started using her cunt in the same manner she was using her hps. She sucked at both ends, stroking the cock shafts from hairy roots to swollen cock bulbs. She greased them down with her spit and cunt juices, and soon they were throbbing hotly deep inside her.
Jack worked his hips in all directions and fucked every part of her tight cunt. He massaged her cunt walls with the bumps and ridges of his prick shaft until she began whimpering hysterically and bouncing on her toes. He jolted her clit with the thick root of his cock and made the fiery fuck button swell up and throb. He ground his balls into her cunt hps and caused the many nerves in her fuck meat to stand on end. He had her tight and completely at his mercy.
Then he began to spank her.
With his cock sliding in and out of her cunt, Jack began slamming his palm into her asscheeks, first one asscheek and then the other. He slapped her hard enough to make her ass meat jiggle like gelatin. His blows were continuous and in rhythm with his fuck thrusts, and before long her ass was as red and as sore as her cunt.
Miss Jones groaned and squealed as she sucked the cock in her mouth. Every muscle in her body quivered. But she braced herself as best she could and kept sucking.
She worked her lips from his hairy root to his fat bulb and back again. She tasted every vein and every bump in his prick shaft. She made his cock shiny with her spit-greasy too. And she wasn't surprised when the fat prick suddenly swelled up in her mouth and threatened to split her lips.
"Oh, baby!" cried Ricky, guiding her bob-bing head. "I'm almost there. Keep sucking. Please, keep sucking!"
It wasn't easy for her, what with Jack's hard prick drilling her sore pussy, but Miss Jones managed to keep her hps sealed around Ricky's cock. She slobbered on his prick head for a while, tantalizing the many nerves around his cock rim and on the underside of his bulb. Then she started sucking on his piss hole.
"Aagh!" cried Ricky. His swirling jizz began rising up his cock shaft, right towards her open mouth.
"I know how you feel," cried Jack. "My prick is on fire too." He drilled her cunt again and again, each thrust meant to split her open down the middle.
Miss Jones gasped and grunted and shivered and sucked, her mind reeling from the strange sensations soaring through her. It was obvious to her that the two thugs could not last much longer, and she pumped her cunt and sucked her lips with the last of her strength, determined to put an end to this disgusting episode in her life.
"Oh, shit, yeah!" howled Jack at last, his balls beating loudly against her cunt lips. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
"Ungh!" grunted Ricky, "I'm coming too! Aagh!"
The teacher shivered from head to toe as hot streams of jizz blasted her cunt walls and her tonsils simultaneously. She slurped and smacked on the cock in her mouth in an effort to control the spurting cum. She pumped her cunt against the prick in her cunt hole, hoping to calm the jerking fucker. But she could do neither; the cum nearly drowned her, and the big dick almost bucked right through her clinging pussy walls.
"Eeeeoooow! You bitch! You bitch! Take all of my cunt! Milk my motherfucking dick dry!" Sweat ran down Jack's forehead as he continued to pump the teacher's pussy.
"Eat all of my jizz! Eat it all!" Ricky held his prick deep in her mouth and forced her to swallow his jizz. He stroked her wet face as he looked down upon her.
Miss Jones, trembling from the heat that was pouring into her at both ends, milked the two cocks as best she could. But her bent-over position wasn't the best position from which to suck and fuck, so her efforts were rather sloppy. Cum trickled from the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin. More cum oozed from her cunt hole and ran down the backs of her thighs. She got rather wet and sticky, but she finally managed to get the job done.
"Oh, wow!" said Ricky when he finally pulled his cock from her mouth. "She really did a number on me. Look at the teeth marks." He stroked his prick with his fist.
"Her pussy ain't bad, either," Jack grimaced as he pulled his cock out of her cunt. "Not bad at all. I don't believe I've ever had a tighter one. But you know me, I always go ape over virgins." He rubbed his cock up and down her raw cunt lips for a few moments, more to wipe his fucker clean than to soothe her aches and pains.
"Damn!" Miss Jones slowly straightened up. "You bums play too rough for me. I'm hurting all over!"
"Do you call that rough?" asked Ricky. "Hell, we barely touched you." Both he and Jack pulled up their jeans and buckled them. Then they tucked in their tee shirts.
"Yeah, stop complaining," said Jack. "There are other guys in our gang who could really show you what rough is. Maybe you'd like to meet them, huh?"
"What, are you crazy? All I want to do is get out of here. Now, you've had your fun, so let me go."
"Hey, that's not a bad idea," said Jack.
"What isn't a bad idea? Letting her go?"
"No, taking her back to meet the rest of the gang. The guys will love her."
"Yeah, they probably will. And tonight is initiation night, she could really come in handy."
"My thoughts exactly," said Jack. "Let's take her."
"No, what are you talking about? What do you mean, initiation night?"
Jack happily told her: "That's when we let new members join our gang, after we make them do all sorts of dirty and crazy things."
"Yeah, it's going to be a really big party."
"And I suppose I'll be the life of the party?" said Miss Jones, sarcastically. "Well hell, no, I won't go. I won't." She began backing away from them, once more making an effort to cover her tits and cunt.
"You'll go, bitch, and you'll enjoy yourself. Right, Jack?"
"Right."
"No, I won't."
"Oh, yes, you will," said Jack. "One way or another." "Like hell!" "Grab her, Ricky."
Miss Jones tried to avoid the blond muscular thug, but he was too fast and too strong for her. He seized her around the waist and held her tight until Jack joined him. Then Jack flung her up over his shoulder and held on to her thighs so she couldn't get down.
"She's scratching me," said Jack, wincing. "Spank some of the tight out of her."
"No, not that. Don't spank me. Please, I beg you. Don't-"
Too late. With the teacher's ass balanced over Jack's right shoulder, Ricky began beating her asscheeks as if they were bongos. His hands rose and fell repeatedly, the left hand slamming into her left asscheek, the right hand drilling her right asscheek. He played her ass hard and loud, filling the bathroom with a dreadful tune.
"Iiieeee!" she cried, shaking her head and beating her fists against Jack's back. "You animals!"
Ricky spanked her steadily, never missing a stroke. He made her ass meat shake and roll, like a rippling lake. He made those same asscheeks part, then close, then part again, until her asscrack resembled a mouth opening and closing. And through it all, the teacher cried and groaned helplessly.
His hand became a blur, and the flesh-slapping noises grew louder. So did her cries. Ricky flattened her ass mounds again and again, only to watch them rebound almost immediately. He smiled at the sight of her quivering asscheeks, knowing no nicer set of bums.
As her cries and the awful flesh-slapping noises increased, so did the reddening in her ass. The deep red streaks crept through her ass meat in all directions* reaching into her asscrack up her back, and down into her thighs.. The red streaks grew and grew, filling both asscheeks until the two mounds resembled ripe red apples.
And when the redness had consumed both asscheeks, the color darkened, by degrees, so that the bruised mounds soon resembled nice purple plums. Good enough to eat, Ricky probably thought. And he kept beating his awful flesh tune.
"Ohhhhh! I can't take much more!"
Miss Jones cried out each time the boy's hands slammed into her asscheeks. Not even her father, as strict as he was, had ever spanked her this hard before. The spanking rocked her tits and stirred her bowels. It took away her breath and her senses.
But she had enough sense left to realize that her suffering was pleasing these two bums very much. Their every chuckle and filthy comment confirmed her belief. The two were actually bubbling with excitement and joy, like two kids sharing a new present. Well, teacher's pet was one thing, but students' pet was something else. This wasn't in her contract.
Barring some miraculous rescue, she now belonged to these two thugs, a victim of their sick idea of pleasure. And they obviously had a great appetite for this sort of pleasure, for they had long term plans for her-plans that involved the rest of their gang, especially its new members.
Clara thought of her friend, Lucy Collins, the English teacher, now upstairs in her classroom waiting for Clara to keep a luncheon date. Clara had expected to return in five or ten minutes; she had not expected to spend a half-hour down here fucking and sucking these two boys. She wondered if Miss Collins was worried enough to call the police.
Not likely. Probably just eating alone today, Miss Jones decided. How could she possibly know of the trouble I'm in? How could anyone up there know?
Chapter Two
Her panties were scratching her ass and making her pussy sweat, so Lucy Collins rose from her desk and began to pace back and forth. Sitting for long periods at a time always gave her a wet cunt; and since a sweaty pussy meant a terrible itch, she often found herself having to scratch at inopportune times. It no doubt pleased the boys in her classes, but it was very embarrassing for her. And going without panties was out of the question; she was much too proper for that.
I wouldn't be sitting in here all this time if Clara weren't so late, she told herself. Damn, where is that woman? She knows I like to eat promptly at noon. If she's not here in five minutes, I swear I'll eat without her.
A good hot lunch is exactly what Miss Collins needed right now. At least, that's what she told herself. It had a been a particularly trying day for her, even more trying than yesterday ... or the day before ... or the day before that. These kids were something else, real monsters. No, sex maniacs. That's what they were-sex maniacs. Even in the now-empty classroom she could still hear them . . .
"Teacher, your panty line is showing through your skirt."
"Teacher, I can't see the blackboard, your tits are in the way."
"Teacher, Tommie is looking up my dress, make him stop."
"Teacher, don't bend over like that, you're making my cock hard."
And then there were the rubber band-driven paperclips ricocheting of her ass. The dirty pictures scrawled on the black-board. The jockstrap in her desk drawer. The books frequently dropped just so the boys would have an excuse to get down on the floor and look up her skirt. And this went on day after day after day, in every one of her classes. And it had been going on since her first day on the job, exactly one month ago today. She would give the school a few more days to correct the problem, she told herself for the hundredth time. Then, if the problem persisted, she would think seriously about changing jobs.
She was still leaning against her desk, looking at the empty desks in front of her, when the biology teacher from across the hall entered her classroom. She straightened up immediately and folded her arms across her tits. Then she tried to quiet her pounding heart.
Oh, no, she said under her breath. He was all she needed. Now her day was complete. She watched him as he came towards her.
Just look at him, she said to herself. He thinks he's a real hotshot. A real heart-breaker. Curly blond hair, bright blue eyes, fancy suit, tight pants, pointed shoes-oh, he's got it all. I just wish he'd give it to someone else and leave me alone. It's hard enough having to cope with the students in this school; I shouldn't have to put up with jerks like him.
"What do you say, Lucy? You're looking mighty pretty today." His smile covered half his face. He straightened his tie as he spoke. His eyes explored her blouse and skirt, or rather, what was beneath them.
"I told you, my name is Miss Collins to you.
And I wish you'd turn right around and leave. I don't have time to talk, I'm about to go out to lunch with a friend." Miss Collins adjusted her glasses and made sure the top button of her blouse was fastened.
"I don't see any friend, I only see you."
"My friend will be here shortly."
"What's his name, anyone I know?"
"She's a she, not a he. Her name is Miss Jones."
"I might have known. You never go anywhere with men, do you?"
"What business is that of yours, Mr. Howard? I go out with whomever I choose." Was that really her heart pounding that loud?
"But never men. Why?"
"This conversation is growing boring. Why don't you go and try your luck with that new science teacher down the hall. I hear she's more jour type-easy."
"She sure is, I fucked her last night. Now I want you."
"You're boring me." Miss Collins lifted her chin and looked away, doing her damnedest to ignore him.
"And you're making my cock hard." He pressed still closer.
"I beg your pardon!"
"I can't help it, Lucy. You're too much, Those blue eyes and that long brown hair make you so desirable. And even though you try to hide your figure with loose-fitting clothes, everyone can see that you have big tits and a nice ass. Not to mention a great pair of legs. So how about it, will you go out with me?"
"You're not going to turn my head with that disgusting talk. I don't want anything to do with you. Now if you don't leave me alone, I'll report you to the principal."
"Hell, old Mr. Leadbottom wouldn't mind having a piece of your ass himself. He told me so."
"That did it. Out!" She pointed towards the door.
"No, baby. In. In your pussy."
He immediately grabbed the hem of her skirt and yanked it up to her waist, thereby exposing her creamy thighs and her pussy crotch. Her pink panties and her black garter and stockings apparently looked good to him, for he stood there gazing down upon her and licking his lips.
"You animal. Get away from me. Get away!" She couldn't believe this. In her own classroom!
"I must have you, baby. I must." He grabbed her panties' waistband and began stripping off the flimsy garment. Miss Collins' face flushed red as she struggled with the man. She looked about the room to make sure no one was around to see this
Luckily, there wasn't. She wouldn't have been able to bear the embarrassment. She began hitting him with her tiny fists in an effort to drive him away. She couldn't understand his behavior. He had never gone crazy before.
Mr. Howard meant business. He yanked her panties all the way down to her ankles and exposed her naked pussy. He kept tugging on them, trying to get them past her ankles so he could spread her legs.
"Ohhhh!" cried Miss Collins, and she lost her balance and fell to the floor.
Mr. Howard was all over her. He continued to tug at her panties with one hand, while unfastening his zipper with the other. She was on her back and with her skirt now up above her waist; she tried to crawl away from him, using her elbows and heels. She managed some progress, all the while grunting and shrieking hysterically.
"I've got to fuck you. I've got to." Mr. Howard got his pants down to his knees, and his cock out of his shorts. Then he finally managed to yank her panties completely off.
"Aagh!" she cried, still crawling backwards across the floor. "Get away from me!"
He was between her open thighs, and his cock was pressing into her belly. He crawled along after her, clawing at her tits and spearing her bellybutton with his prick head. He wanted her brown bush and the deep crack within it, but she always kept just out of his reach.
Finally, he backed her up against a desk, and she could go no farther. She tried to hold him back with her hands, but he was too strong and too determined. He came closer, put more of his weight upon her, and soon worked his cock head into position.
His slimy precum already coated her belly. Now the heat from his prick caressed her cunt mound. She shivered from head to toe, cursed loudly, whimpered between cursed words.
She couldn't close her thighs; his body was between them. She couldn't push him off, and she couldn't crawl out from under him. She shook harder and closed her eyes. She wondered if her late parents were now turning over in their graves. They had kept her away from boys all her life, forced her to concentrate on her studies, her education, taught her that sex was evil, something to be avoided. If they could see her now, they'd probably die again.
She wriggled her ass and gave Mr. Howard a moving target. She moved her pussy faster, dodging each cock thrust. Her asscheeks bounced along the parquet floor. His cock drilled her inner thighs. But her pussy was momentarily safe.
But the biology teacher was too horny to let her get away with that for long. After a few seconds of hit-and-miss cock thrusts, he reached under her and seized her round ass in both hands. His fingers sank deep into her soft flesh; and the hot, yielding ass meat enveloped them completely and filled them with a glowing warmth. He sighed deeply as he held her ass still and prepared to spear her now-stationary pussy hole.
"No, don't!" she said, almost sobbing. "This is rape. You won't get away with it. Please, don't do this to me!" Miss Collins' voice trembled as much as her body. Her tears blurred her vision. After all these years, was she finally going to lose her cherry?
"Hey, what's happening in here?" The voice startled both Mr. Howard and Miss Collins- and saved her precious cherry. "I don't believe what I'm seeing. Are you two actually fucking down there on the floor? Oh, shit! Far out!"
"Jenny! Jenny!" cried Miss Collins. "Help me. Get this bastard off of me. He's trying to rape me." Miss Collins found new energy now that one of her students was with her. She fought her way out from under Mr. Howard, while the man was busy cursing himself for not locking the door when he first entered. "Oh, Jenny," she said as she struggled to her feet, "am I glad to see you!"
"Why?" said Jenny, wearing tight jeans and a right sweater. "I wouldn't want anyone interrupting me if I were fucking Mr. Howard. Hell, he's a real dreamboat, a real stud. All us girls have been talking about him since the first day of school. And I'm probably the only one who's actually seen his cock. Boy, what a big son-of-a-bitch it is, too. Just wait 'til I tell the girls. They'll just scream."
"Jenny! You wouldn't dare tell the other students what you saw here, would you?" asked Miss Collins as she straightened out her skirt, her hair, her nerves.
"Well, why not? Hell, Miss Collins, this is really news. It's not everyday you walk into a classroom and see two teachers fucking on the floor."
"But I wasn't fucking him. He was trying to rape me. Don't you know the difference?"
"Well, gee," said the blonde teenager, "not really. I mean, it feels good either way, doesn't it?" She was still gazing upon Mr. Howard's long stiff prick.
"Oh, Jenny, you're hopeless. But I warn you, if word about this gets out, I'll have you expelled from school."
"Well, that isn't fair. Hell, you were the one fucking him, not me."
"I wasn't fucking him!"
"Stop shouting, Miss Collins. Someone will hear you, and then you'll have more people in here than you know what to do with."
"Jenny," said the teacher, calming down, "you just saved me from a fate worse than death. I thank you for that. Now I'm asking you to please keep it to yourself. Don't tell anyone."
"Not even Joan?"
"Who's Joan?"
"You know Joan, Miss Collins. She's the one you caught down in the basement with the quarterback of the football team."
"That whore? You had better not tell her. Or anyone else."
"That's no way to talk about my best friend. She can't help it if she has trouble controlling her passions."
"Jenny, I've had enough. I'm not going to discuss this anymore. You will not disclose what you saw here to anyone. And that's final."
"Oh, all right," said Jenny. "I won't tell. But just look at poor Mr. Howard. He's lying down there with a long hard cock and no one to take care of it for him."
"That's his problem. He started all this trouble. You just leave his cock alone."
"I will not. I made you one promise, I'm not making any more. This is my chance of a lifetime. There's not a girl in school who wouldn't spread her legs for Mr. Howard."
Jenny walked over to the biology teacher and smiled down at him. Then she said: "Do you like your pussy young, Mr. Howard, or are you only interested in older teachers?"
"I love young pussy, child. Why don't you come down here and give me some. That old prude over there really got me worked up. I need it bad." Mr. Howard began unfastening buttons, his eyes shifting from what he was doing to what Jenny was doing.
Jenny, wearing a big smile, pulled her sweater up over her head and tossed it aside. Then she quickly stepped out of her jeans and shoes. With her big tits jutting out and her ass quivering excitedly, she joined Mr. Howard on the floor. She would let him remove her panties.
"This is outrageous!" said Miss Collins. "I'll not stay here and watch such disgusting behavior. I'm going to report you both. You'll be sorry."
"If you do," said Jenny. "I'll tell everyone in school that you fucked Mr. Howard first. You'll be the laughing stock of Western High. That is, if you're not fired."
Miss Collins' face suddenly reddened. She knew it would be better to remain quiet about everything. Let these animals have their fun- what was that to her? She was better than they. And she still had her cherry intact. The hell with them!
But she certainly didn't have to stay and watch.
"All right, fuck if you want to. Fuck your damn brains out, for all I care. I'm leaving."
"Good-bye, Miss Collins," said Jenny, amid giggles.
"Yes, so long," said Mr. Howard. Then he noticed the woman's panties still lying on the floor where he had left them. "Here," he called, picking them up and offering them to her, "you forgot these. I wouldn't want you to catch a cold."
"Well, I'm certainly not going to wear them after you've had your filthy hands all over them." She turned and left, disgusted with them both. She could hear their giggles and grunts as she hastened out the door.
So, Clara never showed up for lunch, thought Miss Collins. Well, it didn't matter now; she wasn't hungry. All the excitement had stolen her appetite. But she did need some air; she was feeling faint and nauseous.
She exited the front door, but walked around the building to the parking lot in the rear so she could be alone. Cool air caressed her naked cunt. The cum on her belly and inner thighs dried. She tried not to think about any of that. She resolved to hold herself together and finish out the day. Only a couple of hours separated her from a nice hot bath and a soothing cup of coffee. She would be all right.
But what was that up ahead?
Something seemed mighty peculiar.
No, it couldn't be ... or could it?
Oh, hell, it was. Clara!
"Hey!" shouted Miss Collins as she raced across the parking lot to where two youths were forcing her friend into the back of their blue van. "What in the hell are you doing? Clara, are you all right?"
"It's Miss Collins, one of my teachers," said Ricky. "Hell, she's seen us. Now what'll we do?"
"Only one thing to do," said Jack. "Take her with us. We can't leave her here to call the cops."
When Miss Collins reached them, Clara was already inside the van. Miss Collins cursed the two youths as she tried desperately to open the van's door. They helped her open it. Then they pushed her inside, tied and gagged her, and dropped her alongside Clara. Miss Collins was still screaming, though her screams were stifled, as the van pulled out of the parking lot and sped across town.
Chapter Three
Lucy Collins was face to face with Clara during the entire journey. She saw the tears in the blonde's eyes, also the terror, the pain. She noticed that Clara was clothed only in a white blouse that was stripped of buttons, a black garter belt, and a pair of black stockings. The woman's tits and ass were bruised, swollen. Her pussy bush was wet with what looked like white jizz. Her long golden hair was in complete disarray, and her glasses were missing. Tied and gagged as she was, Clara couldn't explain anything; but the evidence pointed towards rape and torture.
Did the same fate await Lucy? She wondered. She strained at the rope around her wrists and bit into the rag in her mouth, but she couldn't get free. Her ankles were tied together too tight to allow her to stand in the shaky vehicle. She tried to kick open the rear door with both feet together, putting all her strength into the effort. If the door were opened, she reasoned, perhaps another motorist would see her misfortune and rescue her.
The door, however, was locked firmly; it didn't budge.
After exhausting all options, without success, Lucy quieted down. Her own tits rose and fell inside her blouse as her rugged breathing filled the interior of the van. She could hear the two youths up front, laughing and bragging to one another. She listened with contempt. Then it dawned on her that they were two of the boys expelled from school just last week. Their revenge had been swift and fierce-but how long would it continue?
Lying on the van's floor as she was, Lucy couldn't see out of any of the windows. She had no idea where the youths were taking them. What seemed like a half an hour went by without even a clue. Then, realization hit her like a rock.
She could hear the ear-splitting whistles and bone-jarring rumblings of locomotives. The vibrations penetrated the van thoroughly, as if a train were about to pulverize them all. She returned Clara's frightened stare, realizing where she now was: at the railroad yard, in the most wicked, most frightening, part of town.
The van came to a sudden stop. Lucy wished it hadn't. The two youths jumped out, came around to the back, opened the door, and pulled out the two trembling teachers.
"Quick," said Ricky, pawing Lucy's ass, "get them inside before someone sees us."
"Stop worrying. You know as well as I do that no one around here could give a damn about them. We're as safe as can be."
"Maybe, but we weren't counting on two teachers, were we? Two could be trouble."
"Hell, we weren't counting on one teacher, remember? We only intended to bring back some young girl, a student."
"All right, all right," said Ricky. "Whatever the fuck we were or were not counting on, we now have two teachers. Two motherfucking, good-looking teachers. And I mean to have some fun with them without getting caught. So let's get the bitches inside our hideout before someone sees us."
Jack agreed, obeyed.
Lucy managed to survey her surroundings as she was hoisted over Ricky's shoulder. The hideout the boys referred to was an old, apparently abandoned, warehouse that stood adjacent to the railroad yard. Its dirty, chipped bricks and boarded-up windows suggested, something sinister, a place to be avoided at all costs. Her heart jumped up into her throat when she realized that she was going to be carried into that dark building.
She looked around for help, but saw only littered, potholed, long-abandoned parking areas and driveways. The men who worked in the railroad yard were nowhere in sight. Their trains stood on rusted tracks on the opposite side of a barbed-wire fence. The only trains moving were not close enough for her to signal even if she could signal. A stumbling wino was the only other living soul she could see, and he didn't seem the rescuing hero type. She gave him only a quick glance, then groaned in disgust.
The interior of the warehouse wasn't as dark as it first appeared. Boards had been removed from a few of the windows so that light could enter. But the sinister appearance prevailed, for shadows danced along the walls and in the corners, while hanging cobwebs glistened, ghostlike.
Lucy wanted to close her eyes, but dared not; she feared she might never get the chance to open them again. On creaking steps the boys took them up three stories to the top floor. The youths were breathing heavily when they finally carried their loads into a small back room and dumped them onto a dirty, lumpy mattress.
The mattress was hard on Lucy's ass-Clara's too from the way she moaned. But she soon forgot about the discomfort when she looked up and saw that the room was already occupied. She recognized the others, too. They were students at Western High, or were before they were expelled along with Ricky and Jack. Their names were Sam and Bill, and she knew them to be a couple of bad apples.
"Shit, man!" said Sam, a muscle-bound brown-haired youth, with a clean-shaven face and a pair of soul-piercing blue eyes. "You two went hunting for squirrel meat and came back with prime beef. I'll be damned." He went over and stood beside Lucy. He had a bottle of wine in one hand, his cock bulge in the other. "Hello, Miss Collins. I know you remember me. You gave me an "F" on my last report card. Hell, I used to dream in class about fucking you. Eating you, too. Just watching you standing up there by the blackboard would make my cock so hard I could never concentrate on my work. I guess that's why I got an "F"." He took a gulp from his bottle, and some of the red liquid spilled from his hps onto Lucy's blouse.
"Yeah, they both know me," said Bill. His flaming red hair sprung out from his head in all directions, covered much of his face too. His firm body was still developing; his cock bulge still growing. In another couple of years he would be a real Viking. But even now he posed a serious threat to the two teachers. "I was in their classes too. I used to love to sit in the front row so I could look up their dresses as they sat at their desks." He looked hungrily at each of them. "But I never dreamed I'd ever get the chance to rip their clothes off and see everything."
Ricky took away Sam's bottle and drank from it. Then said: "We were lucky in getting them. Real lucky. And they won't change our plans none. Tonight, when we put those three new guys through their initiation tests, it'll be these two teachers who'll get an education."
"Yeah," said Jack, taking the bottle away from Ricky. "An education they won't soon forget. We'll see to that."
"You bet we will," said Ricky.
"But what about now?" asked Sam.
"What do you mean?" said Ricky.
"Well, the initiation party isn't until midnight. What are we going to do with them until then?"
"What would you like to do with them?" "Well, shit, man. It's obvious that you and
Jack already had your fun with them. I think it's only fair that Bill and I have a little."
"So, you want to have some fun with your teacher, huh?"
"Yeah, that's right."
"Are you sure?"
"Damn right!"
"Are you really sure?"
"I'm motherfucking sure!"
Ricky and Jack looked at one another. They smiled. Their smiles broadened. Then they began to laugh. They laughed louder. Sam and Bill joined in. Soon all four were laughing uncontrollably. The argument was decided.
"You know we share everything around here," said Ricky, when his laughter had subsided. "If you and Bill are horny, then go on and get your rocks off."
Jack's cheeks were red, his attitude still jovial. "But try not to be too rough on them. We want them to be nice and lively for the party."
"Don't worry, they will be. Maybe livelier." Sam was grinning wickedly as he stopped to unfasten Lucy's bindings.
So, thought Miss Collins, Sam had chosen her and had left Clara for Bill. Well, she sure as hell wasn't flattered. Lucy kept still as the muscle-bound youth in the tight jeans and tee shirt removed her gag and undid all the ropes except the one around her wrists. She also listened patiently as Clara, finally free of her gag, blurted out her story, what had happened to her, and what was going to happen to them both. Now Lucy had the entire picture, and she didn't like it one bit. As far as she was concerned, there was only one thing for her to do: Escape!
She would have to be quick, brave. She would have to go alone, for Clara was obviously in no shape to run. She hated leaving her friend alone here, but she saw no other way. She would come back later with the police to rescue Clara. Until then, Clara would just have to understand- and be brave herself.
Ricky and Jack sat down in the only two chairs in the room. They were apparently only going to watch. Bill busied himself with Clara, exploring with his hands and eyes her half-naked body. Sam gave Lucy his full attention as he began to finally realize his long-held fantasy.
Lucy watched his eyes as he slowly spread her legs apart. They widened by degrees. She was probably the first adult woman he had ever seen, she figured. And he was really seeing a lot of her.
He pushed her legs back as he spread them. More of her weight rested upon her arms and wrists. The mattress beneath her helped ease the strain, but she was still in pain.
He pushed her legs back still farther. Her skirt's hemline slid up her thighs to her hips. Her pussy crack split wide, and there were no panties to conceal it.
It would be difficult to stop him now. She could see the surprise, the hunger, in the youth's face. The hunger took control, spread down through his body. His breathing grew ragged. His cock bulge expanded. Beads of sweat sprouted on his forehead. He almost licked his lips right off. She saw him reach for his zipper and she knew it was now or never.
When she brought her foot up, she did so hard and fast, but careful to keep her toes bent so she wouldn't break any of them. Broken toe bones right now were the last things she needed . . . They didn't break. None of them. There was no pain even-except in his cock bulge where she slammed her foot.
His scream startled her, but only for a second. Quickly, she scrambled to her feet and out the door before anyone else could react. The stairs were nearby. She raced for them. She was all alone. No one was after her.
She could hardly believe it; surely they all wanted her back? Then she heard laughter, uproarious laughter, coming from the tiny back loom. There were comments about Sam's stupidity, manhood; orders for him to bring the bitch back-if he could. So, thought Miss Col-lins, they considered her escape attempt a joke, just a silly joke; and Sam would just round her up, drag her ass back, and continue his fun and games. Well, she still had a word or two to say about that.
She reached the stairs and practically flew down them. Unfortunately, her heels weren't made for flying down stairs. One caught in a deep crack and she went for a spill, sliding down the stairs on her ass, her tits, and then her ass again. When she finally reached the landing, she felt as if her whole body were broken.
A quick check proved no broken bones, but plenty of bruises. Her tits were already swelling, and her ass was throbbing. Somehow, her blouse had ripped open halfway down the front, and her bra had shifted out of place. One big tit was free, and it poked through unashamedly.
Her cunt mound was also in plain view, for the hemline of her skirt had once again slipped down to her hips. Realizing that lying here on her ass with her legs wide open was no way to discourage a horny youth from raping her, Lucy quickly slammed her thighs together and fought to regain her senses.
Her mind cleared just in time; already, she could hear footsteps approaching. Then a voice.
"You won't escape, bitch. When I get my hands on you, you're going to wish you were dead."
The voice frightened her. She began to whimper. She wanted to push her tit back out of sight and readjust her clothing, but she couldn't because her hands were still tied behind her back. Then she realized that there was no time for modesty now; she had to run. Still whimpering, she forced herself to her feet.
And discovered that her foot was trapped.
During the fall, her foot had somehow wedged it between two loose boards on the bottom step. One shoe was already lost in a crack somewhere up above; now she felt her other shoe slip off and fall into the darkness beneath the stairs. But expensive leather heels were of no matter to her now; her life was much more valuable. And Sam was now at the top of the stairs, holding his cock bulge and glaring down at her.
She twisted her trapped foot this way and that. It didn't budge. She tried again, her frantic eyes shifting from her foot to Sam and then to her foot again. She couldn't believe her foot could be stuck so firmly. It was almost as if Sam's evil glare were transfixing her.
"It looks as if you're having trouble escaping. Well, don't worry. I'll come down and get you loose. It's the least I can do."
She was trying to will her foot loose, while glancing up again and again at Sam.
Midway between Sam and Lucy, a rat poked its head out of a crack in the stairway, examined them both, then disappeared again. Outside, a train whistle blew suddenly, sharply, and made Lucy jump. She looked around at the emptiness all about her, and felt very helpless.
"In a way, this is even better," said Sam. "Now we don't have a lot of eyes prying into our business. That room back there was too crowded for fucking. Out here a man has room to do what he wants to do."
"You're no man. And you've got a long way to go before you'll be one. Acting tough and abusing women doesn't make you a man!"
"I'll show you how much of a man I am, bitch." Sam-still at the top of the stairs, looking down upon his trapped victim-unbuckled his trousers and worked them down his muscular legs. Then he stepped out of them and pulled off his shorts. A sinister smile spread slowly across his face as he lifted his cock and shook it at the teacher. "Twelve inches, slut. Now say I'm not a man!"
Miss Collins had nothing to say. Man or no man, Sam had a cock to be reckoned with. She sure as hell didn't want that huge prick anywhere near her. She didn't want him near her.
Wearing only his tee shirt, Sam descended the stairs, one step at a time. She whimpered and squealed as she struggled to get free.
He drew nearer. "I'm going to fuck you a dozen different ways, Miss Collins."
She pulled harder, wished she had the use of her hands.
"But first I'm going to teach you a lesson or two. Pay you back for what you did to me."
His hard cock swayed to and fro. His balls bounced up and down. He came closer and closer, bearing down on her, every one of his muscles rippling. His face showed a smile of confidence, superiority.
Then she was free.
She ripped her stocking on the jagged edges of the step as she pulled loose, and nearly lost her balance. But she was free and that was all that mattered. She turned and ran, heard Sam cursing behind her, then heard his footsteps, loud and heavy.
She kept to the staircase, determined to flee the building. The wooden steps punished her stocking feet, but she stayed in front of him just the same.
On the second landing she turned the corner too close and a protruding nail reached out and grabbed her skirt. She cursed and whimpered frantically, knowing that Sam was right behind her and gaining ground fast. In her haste to get free, she ripped her skirt along the entire length of her right thigh and exposed her creamy white flesh and the tops of her black stockings. She cursed some more, heard Sam catching up, twisted harder against the nail, and ripped her skirt along the full width of her ass. Her eyes danced wildly during her struggles.
With her ass and the backs of her thighs fully exposed, Lucy screamed in desperation and gave one final yank. It worked; she broke free. But she lost her balance, fell backwards, and landed ass-first on the floor, with her legs widespread and high in the air. She saw that half of her skirt was still attached to the nail, the torn garment hanging like a flag on a windless day. But there was no time now to worry about her nakedness; Sam was right around the corner.
She got to her feet and managed to race down another flight of stairs, to the first floor. She saw the front door before she reached the bottom. But she was frantic, anxious, out of breath. She tripped on the bottom step and went down hard, her tits slapping the floor with a loud thump. Her momentum rolled her over and over, and she flashed her pussy repeatedly until she finally came to a stop against a concrete pillar.
She was still groaning when Sam grabbed both her tits and pulled her to her feet. When she realized that he had her, she started kicking and screaming, her fear giving her new strength. But it wasn't enough; Sam was too strong and easily subdued her.
"You led a merry chase, bitch, but enough is enough." His hand shot out, and her head snapped back. She reeled. Then her knees buckled and her shoulders drooped. He slapped the other side of her face, just to be sure; and she slowly sank to her knees, bent, sobbing. "Now that's more like it."
He grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her face upwards so that she would have to gaze upon his prick. She winced and squealed, finding the pressure on her hair roots extremely painful. Then she saw his prick and forgot about her hair.
Her eyes bugged out at the sight of his long hard cock. The fucker was sticking straight out at her, its red bulb pulsating hotly. She could almost feel the cock's heat on her face. Apparently, the chase had only increased his lust for her.
She tried to back away, but he held her hair tight. She jerked her head to the side. He increased the pressure on her hair roots, made her scream, and forced her face back to where he wanted it.
"Now you pay for what you did to me. Suck my dick, slut!" He thrust out his hips and poked his cock head into her lower lip.
"No! I can't! I won't!" She knelt there, glancing up into his eyes, afraid to even look at his prick. Both her tits now jutted through the opening in her ripped blouse, their brown nipples puffed and quivering excitedly. Her naked ass showed clearly behind her, her skirt now only a fragment of what it once was. She felt the cool draft upon her body, realized her situation, and became even more fearful.
"I've never sucked a cock in my life, and I'm not about to suck one now. I'd rather die." Her voice and her body trembled.
"Believe me, Miss Collins, if you don't suck my cock, you will die." Again he poked his prick into her lower Up.
Her eyes widened again, searching his. "You-you wouldn't dare kill me. Would- would you? I mean, you'd never get away with it. You'd spend the rest of your life in jail."
"Who says I wouldn't get away with it. How do you know I haven't already gotten away with murder?"
"No! I don't believe you! You're trying to frighten me, that's all. You'd say anything to get me to suck your filthy cock."
"Maybe. Maybe I'd do anything too."
"Wh-what's that supposed to mean?"
"Look, Miss Collins, like it or not, you're going to give me what I want. You're going to give it to all of us before the night is over. This is no game, bitch. You're not at school now, you're at our clubhouse. We have things down in the basement that'll make you do anything we want. Don't make me have to use them on you. Just suck." "Wh-what things, Sam?" "Never mind. Just suck." She looked from his cock to his eyes and back to his cock. How could she bring herself to suck that awful thing? Her parents didn't raise her to be a whore; they raised her to be a good girl. And that's exactly what she was-a good girl. Not a cocksucker.
But what did these kids have down in the basement of this warehouse that could make her cooperate? Some sinister weapon, maybe? Or maybe Sam was just bluffing? Just trying to scare her? Yes, that's what he was doing, it had to be. He was just trying to frighten her into sucking his cock. The dirty bastard!
Well, it wouldn't work. It wouldn't. She would keep her mouth shut, no matter what he threatened to do. Even if he slapped her around, she wouldn't give in. Better to have a sore jaw and a few bruises than to have to taste that smelly-looking cock of his, she reasoned.
He did slap her. He knocked her head this way and that, until her hair was falling down over her eyes. She grunted, whimpered, groaned loudly. But she kept her mouth shut-and his big cock out. Sam began drilling her lips, thrusting his prick head at her, again and again. He coated her lips with slime, but he couldn't break through. He slid his cock up one side of her face and left a thin film of slime there. He took his prick in his hand and slapped it against her nose and eyes and chin, getting them wet as well. Even the strands of her hair began to glisten in the dim light. Lucy wished she were dead.
"Ungh! You filthy animal! I hope you burn in hell!" If only her hands were free, she could protect herself. But the knot was well-tied; she couldn't loosen it.
"If you'd just open your motherfucking mouth and take my prick, you wouldn't have to suffer like this. Come on, Miss Collins, just give my cock a few sucks."
Still she wouldn't. She only opened her mouth long enough to curse him; then she closed it again.
"All right, slut. You leave me no choice. I'm taking you to the basement. And I'm not going to show you any mercy."
Sam didn't bother to carry his ex-teacher down the last flight of stairs; he dragged her. He held her shoulders and tits with both hands as he dragged her like a sack of cement. Her feet slammed against each step. Her ass smacked every third step. She complained bitterly, begging to be allowed to walk. Sam was having too much fun, however, to give in to her.
"I can almost feel my cock shooting off inside your mouth, Miss Collins. It won't be long now, I promise you."
"Never, you young hoodlum! Never! We were right in kicking you out of school. We should have done it sooner."
"You'll eat those words, bitch! Real soon."
At the bottom of the stairs, a narrow hallway provided access to many rooms. Sam, dragging his load, headed for one at the very end of the hall. Lucy would just as soon have had him enter the very first room they came to: her ass hurt!
She wondered what lay ahead. It was very spooky down there. Two small windows on opposite sides of the hall provided just enough tight to illuminate the dusty floor and the cob-webbed ceiling. She choked on the dust, felt it gathering on her flesh, but was helpless to brush it off.
When he reached the room, he kicked open the door, dragged her inside, and slammed the door shut behind him. "I don't want your screams to alert anyone outside," he explained. Then he finally picked her up in his arms and dumped her on top of an old wooden table.
Lucy watched in horror as the youth spread her legs apart and fastened each ankle in a leather strap that was attached to the table top with screws. He tightened each strap as tight as he could, making sure she was secure. Then he undid the rope binding her wrists.
"You can't be serious. I've never heard of such a thing." She tried to close her legs, but found she couldn't; the leather straps were much stronger than they looked. "This is monstrous!"
"No, it's fun." Quickly, he stripped off her bra and blouse.
Sam worked her arms up above his head, spread them out, and locked each wrist into leather strap that, when tightened, held her securely. She lay there on her back on the wooden table, completely helpless, fighting in vain against the bindings and cursing her captor.
Sam removed what,was left of her skirt by simply ripping it off her. He left a few red bruises on her thighs, but he did not worry about them. He considered removing her garter and stockings too since they were her last remaining bits of clothing, but decided it didn't matter; they weren't in his way.
Her face wet with tears, Lucy twisted her head around in an effort to see exactly where she was and what she was up against. The room was only about twenty feet by forty feet, with a low ceiling. Concrete seemed to be the only material used in its construction. The walls were bare, except where chains and shackles were bolted onto them. More chains and shackles, along with a single lightbulb, dangled from the ceiling. Lucy suddenly shuddered, decided that she was lucky to be on this table. She could have been placed in an even worse predicament. She still could be, for that matter, so she had better be careful.
A shelving unit stood in a near corner, its five steel shelves holding a wide assortment of odd devices, strange instruments, Lucy couldn't quite make the objects out, but she got bad vibes just looking at them. Her instincts told her to run; the leather straps said otherwise.
She wanted to hide her nakedness; she felt like screaming, but there were no windows and the door was closed; no one would hear her. Right now, she would have given anything to be back at Western High, safe in her classroom, teaching her unruly students. Somehow, they didn't seem too bad now.
"Well, Miss Collins, what have you got to say about our little hideout? Do you like it?" He stood beside the table, caressing her with his lingers.
"Horrible. Absolutely horrible. You boys must be insane. I just can't believe what I'm seeing." She shook her head as she talked, wishing to eclipse the entire scene from her mind, to erase every wicked detail, including Sam.
"Believe it, it's real all right. We swiped everything, from a dozen or more different places. It took us a week to get everything fixed up just right. Now we have one hell of a torture chamber, just like you see on a late night horror show."
"And I'm to be your victim, is that it?"
"You guessed it, Teacher. And I can't think of anyone who deserves it more, you self-righteous bitch!"
"Look, Sam, let's talk this over. Perhaps we can come to some understanding. I mean, there's no need for all this. You'll only get into serious trouble." But Sam was already walking away, headed for the near corner, where stood the steel shelves.
He returned moments later, carrying a gray metal box about the size of a briefcase. A long cord and plug were fixed to one side of the box, while three separate wires with naked ends grew out of the other side. A large back plastic knob, along with three small dials, adorned the top of the box. Lucy didn't know what to make of the strange contraption, and found herself shivering uncontrollably when Sam placed the box on top of the table between her legs.
"Calm down, bitch. I haven't even started yet. There'll be plenty of time for shivering, later. Just as soon as I plug this shit in."
"Wh-what is iit? Wh-what does it do?" She looked down the full length of her body at the metal object. She didn't like the idea of anything being that close to her naked cunt.
"You'll find out, don't worry." He plugged the cord into the wall outlet, then adjusted the dials. "Luckily, the owners never cut off the electricity for this building. Lucky for us, that is; lucky for you." Sam, making use of the special adhesive patches already attached to the naked ends of the wires, fixed one wire inside her cunt crack, another wire to her right nipple, and the last wire to her left nipple. Lucy trembled and whimpered helplessly during the operation, realizing at last what the youth had in mind.
We stole this little baby from the science lab at school. Broke in at night and got it. This is my first chance to test it out. I've been waiting a long time to use it, but I never dreamed that one of my teachers would be the guinea pig." "Listen, Sam. It's not too late to put an end to this-this insanity. I beg you, you let Miss Jones and I walk out of here right now, and I'll forget that this disgusting episode ever occurred. I swear I will. I-"
The sudden jolt of electricity that shot through her left nipple took away her breath and made her whole body jerk. When she lifted her head again moments later, her eyes were still rolling and her tongue was hanging limply from her open mouth. She couldn't even remember what she wanted to say. "I-I-"
Again a jolt of electricity streaked through her this time by means of her right tit. Her head hit the table again, and her ass bucked up into the air. She strained mightily against the leather straps, her few muscles bulging. Then she emitted an ear-piercing scream.
"Damn! This fucking thing works better than I thought. You and me are going to have some fun for the next few minutes, Teacher."
He once more twisted the black knob on the metal box, this time hesitating a second or two before twisting it back again. Lucy arched her whole body. She screamed loudly. Her eyes bulged. Her right tit quickly swelled and hard-ened. It was a miracle the leather straps helped.
"Boy, you're sweating like a pig, Miss Col-lins. And I've never seen a tit so big and hard. Let's see if I can make the left one do the same.
Once again he switched the knob to the right hesitated a second or two, then switched it back off. In that brief instant, Lucy cried out, bucking her ass up off the table, and began shaking spasmodically. When she collapsed to the tab again, both her tits were hard and swollen and glistening with sweat. They rose up and down rhythmically with her hard breathing, like jut-ting mountains during an earthquake.
Lucy couldn't catch her breath, couldn't talk. Her hot body tingled all over, from head to toe. Her tits throbbed like never before. Her nips burned where the wires touched them. She panted heavily, trying to shake the sweat off her face, the hair from her eyes-while all the time listening to Sam's laughter. "You should've seen yourself shaking, you bitch! You looked like you were enjoying it, like you were having an orgasm or something. Were you? . . . No, I doubt it. I don't see any cunt juice on your pussy. Besides, having an orgasm is probably beneath your dignity, isn't it, Miss Collins, Miss Teacher?" She struggled to talk, her eyes wide with fear. "Well, we'll see about that," he said. "It's time to continue the experiment. This time, with the purpose of making you come."
Grinning wickedly, Sam once more flicked the switch on and off, directing the current into the teacher's open cunt crack. He behaved as if he expected her cunt juices to come pouring out any second.
Lucy groaned and bucked up when she first felt the electrical jolt. The current shot through her red pussy like lightning, stroking her pussy nerves and urging her blood in her pussy veins to flow faster. She couldn't stand the shocking sensations; the straps were all that held her on the table.
Before the effects of the first jolt had subsided, Sam flicked his wrist twice and hit her again with another, even stronger, jolt. She screamed, shook her head wildly, and arched her back as deep as she could. She had never been fucked in her life, but she could swear that she was being fucked right now.
Her pussy continued to throb while the rest of her body relaxed. She mindlessly pumped her cunt muscles and quivered her thighs as she fought to return her cunt to normal. All these wicked, tingling, naughty sensations now running up and down her cunt tube were worrying her, making her feel ashamed.
"Admit that you like it," he said, leaning over her. "Admit that you're enjoying those shocks. Hell, I'll bet that your cunt never felt so good."
"I'll admit nothing of the kind. This whole business is insane. It's madness, I tell you. Madness!"
"So, you're calling me mad, huh? I'll show you who's mad." He flicked the black knob again, hesitating longer than ever before turn-ing it back off. The dial on the box showed than the intensity of the jolt that went through the wire and into her pussy was mind blowing.
"Iiieeee!" She arched upwards, straining against the leather straps with all her might. Her body spasmed for several seconds. She gritted her teeth, rolled her eyes, gasped for air. Finally, she collapsed to the table again, out of breath, her cunt puffed, very tender, and throb-bing wildly. "Are you close to coming, bitch? Tell me, I want to know. I'm not going to stop until you come."
"Please, stop! You're going to kill me if you don't! You don't know what you're playing with."
"Oh, I know all right. I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm burning your pussy, that's what I'm doing. I'm roasting your pussy box and boiling your pussy juices. And before long, I'll have you coming like a gang-banged teenaged whore."
Again, he flicked the knob. Again, he jolted her with an electrical shock. Again she cried out, bucked upwards, writhed spasmodically. Her thighs opened and closed, as if teasing a lover. Her pussy did likewise. Although gripped solidly by the current, she had a crazed urge to clutch her own swollen tits and squeeze them tight. She would have, too, if it had been possible.
"You're getting wetter, I can see." He looked between her legs as she lay panting and heav-ing on the table top. "It won't be long now."
Lucy couldn't understand it. Oh, she could understand Sam, all right. He was like all men: an evil filthy animal, hell-bent on abusing women. From the beginning she had had him pegged for what he was. The way he used to look at her in class, undressing her with his eyes, always frightened her, gave her goose bumps. She felt joy, relief, the day he was expelled from school.
In fact, ever since she was a teenager, men, both young and old, had been frightening her with their hungry stares, giving her goosebumps with their naughty suggestions. They only wanted one thing. But she was too smart, too good, too obedient to her parents, to ever give in to them, to ever give them what they wanted.
But what she now could not understand, what now distressed her more than anything, was her own behavior. She found herself twisting and writhing and panting and moaning like some two-bit slut. She found herself wanting to grope and fondle her own body, something she had never even thought of doing before. She now had desires, cravings, that were unfamiliar to her. She was experiencing strange sensations between her legs and in her tits, sensations that were confusing her a great deal. Her whole mind was a question mark, made so by his mother-fucking metal box!
"How long is this going to continue?" she asked Sam. Matted strands of hair partly hid her blue eyes, her red lips. Her sweaty tits heaved. Her breathing labored. Lucy looked as if she had just run a marathon.
"Until I decide to stop," was the answer.
She was about to open her mouth again when a violent shock streaked through her cunt box. She thrust her pussy up into the air and began rotating her hips wildly. She began to scream, but the scream quickly changed into a long passionate moan-a moan which surprised her, shamed her, but over which she had no control.
"That sounds good. I believe you're enjoying this more and more. I know I am." He held his stiff prick with one hand as he manipulated the control knob with the other.
He shocked her pussy one more time. And she began bucking her pussy up and down, up and down, as if she were trying to match some imaginary lover's cock thrusts. Her deep grunts echoed her lust, her hunger.
He switched the knob again, while her pussy was still up in the air, bucking wildly. Her grunts grew deeper, more hysterical. She started sucking at the air with her pussy. She tried to push her hard hot tits up to the ceiling. Every muscle in her body was outlined, strained, tested, the outline of her ribs and pelvis was clear, very clear, because of her arched position. Her body seemed to be wishing for something, begging for something, striving for something; but at the same time, her mind was fighting against it.
Then Sam switched the knob as far as it would go. The needle on the gauge jumped wildly as the dial registered the maximum voltage.
"Iiiieeeee!"
She shook her head like a madwoman, tossing her hair in all directions. She pushed her whole body towards the ceiling, and would have reached it had not the leather straps held fast. Her body, in its arched position, bucked and writhed and quivered and spasmed, and continued to do so even after Sam had switched off the current.
"Aagh!" cried Lucy, her face strained, her teeth gritted. "Oh, nooo! Nooo! I'm coming!"
As she twisted and jerked against her imaginary cock, her cunt juices erupted and gushed out, soaking her cunt lips and inner thighs. She pumped her cunt muscles against thin air, sucking and milking mindlessly. She shook uncontrollably, her mind, her body, her pussy revelling in her orgasm until finally, spent and exhausted, she collapsed with a groan.
"Hell, yeah, bitch, I knew we could do it. I just knew it. Boy, are you wet down there! That thick bush is soaked. I better remove the wires before you ruin my machine." This accomplished, he put the metal box-the fuck machine, as he called it-back on the bottom shelf, then returned to her side. His cock was stiffer than ever and oozing shamelessly.
Lucy could barely see through her tears. Shamed, she wanted to hide her face. Sam had broken her, had made her enjoy wicked, disgusting sensations. Even now, she could feel the tingling bliss rolling through her body. She didn't want to think about what had just happened. She didn't want to think about anything.
But Sam forced her to.
"Miss Collins, Miss Collins, Miss Collins. If your students could see you now. Wow, you look like a well-fucked whore."
"Please, get me off this thing! Please!"
"What thing? The fuck machine? Hell, don't worry, I put that away for now. I'll bring it out again later."
"No, I mean the table. Get me down off this table. Let me go home. You've had your fun. Let me go home now!"
"Sorry, Miss Collins, but the fun isn't over yet. You've forgotten why I brought you down here in the first place, haven't you? You've forgotten that you're supposed to suck my cock. When are you going to suck my cock, Miss Collins? When?"
"Never." She shook her head disgustedly.
"Wrong answer, bitch!" He rapped her on the cunt with the back of his hand, making her cry out in pain. "When?"
"I-I don't know."
"Wrong answer again." He slapped her left tit and made it wobble. "When?"
Wincing from the pain, she shook her head slowly, as if in doubt.
"Answer me, slut!" He slapped her right tit and set it in motion. "When?"
"I-I-" She kept shaking her head, now whimpering.
He once again rapped his knuckles into her cunt mound, striking a direct blow. "When?"
"Aagh! Ohhhh! I-I-you tell me!" Her voice faded off.
"All right, I'll tell you. You're going to suck my cock right this very damn second." And he hopped up on the table and straddled her face, his knees on either side of her.
Sam's prick was only inches from her mouth. Long hard and fat, it jutted out towards her, as if demanding to be sucked. She took notice of the pulsating veins, the bristling hairs. She breathed in the heavy cock aroma. Her mind flashed back to her parents and their frequent lectures about the evils of men. Her parents were so right. There were more tears as she slowly opened her mouth and flicked out her tongue.
"Mmmmm!" He threw back his head and groaned as her tongue slithered along his cock.
Hating herself for what she was doing, but seeing no way out, Lucy made Sam's cock wet with her spit. She creamed his prick bulb well, as if deciding she'd rather taste her own spit than his cock meat. His fucker soon shone like a greased rod, but he was far from satisfied.
At his urging, Lucy reamed his swollen cock rim and tantalized his many sensitive nerves. Her glistening tongue slithered round and round, tasting his hot cock meat and her own spit, and giving him the shivers.
When his bulb was dripping wet and hot to the touch, Lucy moved her tongue forward and reached inside his piss hole. She made him grunt and jump, then tasted a drop of jizz. She began to get sick, but then fought back the nausea, fearing Sam's wrath.
"That feels real good, Teacher. Now teach me some more good things, deepthroat that bastard!" He lunged forward and encouraged her to lift her head so she could do a better job.
Reluctantly, Lucy opened her mouth wide and inhaled the man's cunt-stabber. A few strands of hair got sucked down with the cock, but Sam quickly removed them. He obviously wanted nothing to interfere with her blow-job.
"Mmmmffff!" What an awful taste! she thought. How could anyone be made to enjoy this?
She struggled with his fat cock, but finally managed to get her lips down to his cock root. A little jizz oozed down her throat. Disgusting! His cock began to pulsate against the roof of her mouth. Yuck! Her lips and cheeks began to ache as the cock stretched them wide. But she held his cock deep, nevertheless, determined to get out of this place alive.
With his cock hairs scratching her nose, Lucy started working her lips up and down his cock shaft, at Sam's command. Her head bobbed back and forth as her stretched hps greased his cock shaft from the root to the bulb. She tasted every inch and hated them all. She inadvertently jolted every nerve and made him moan. She made every vein on his cock shaft fill with rushing, boiling blood that swelled his cock even more.
Sam's big prick speared the back of her throat again and again. She was forced to breathe through her nose. But she kept sucking on the big fuck pole, hoping it wouldn't choke her to death.
She gobbled up his cock repeatedly, spitting it back out, wetter than before. His hairy cock root scratched her lips. His big balls hammered her chin. She knew she would never live this down, but she kept sucking, anyway, too afraid to stop.
She was filling the room with lewd and loud sucking noises when Sam decided he had had enough of her hot lips. Roughly, rudely, he yanked his red, throbbing cock out of her mouth and wiped it off on the side of her face. Cringing beneath his cock, Lucy gasped for air, felt a strange emptiness in her throat, a disgusting stickiness on her cheeks. She wanted to kill him.
"That was good. Real good." He knelt there like a conquering hero, stroking her hair with one hand and his cock with the other. His chest heaved beneath his tee shirt. The hairs on his thighs and groin glistened with sweat. The smell of spit and cum and sweat was great, and once again she found herself fighting back the nausea.
"Can I go home now?" Her words were weak, as if she already knew the question was a wasted one.
"Hell no, Teacher. I haven't come yet. I only stopped because I want to fuck you in your pussy while my prick is still hard and strong. Hell, the way you were sucking it, I was afraid I would blow my wad any moment. Then you wouldn't have had the pleasure of feeling my hot jizz deep inside your cunt."
He laughed as he crawled down to her pussy. That was a pleasure Lucy could do without.
Her eyes sprung wide. "Wait!" she cried out. "You can't fuck me. You can't! I don't want you to."
"What the fuck do I care what you want, slut? I only care about what I want. And right now, I want some pussy. Teacher pussy. Virgin pussy. Your pussy."
Sam mounted her immediately, working his hips in between her open thighs. He seized her slim waist with both hands, held her still, and began pushing his cock into her cunt crack. Tightly bound the way she was, Lucy had no choice but to submit.
"Ohhhh!" she cried when she felt Sam's fat cock bulb stretching her cunt lips. "You're going to hurt me, I just know it!"
Sam grinned. He knew it too. When he found her fuck hole, he lunged with all his might and speared her ripe cherry. Her scream hurt his ears. Her bucking hips hurt his balls. But he quickly speared her again, driving his cock deeper.
"I'll get rid of that cherry for you. Don't worry. I'm going to knock the motherfucker right out of you."
Sam raised his hairy ass and then slammed it down again as hard as he could. His cock head blasted to hell what was left of her cherry, and soon his balls were resting on her cunt lips. He breathed hard and fast, his hot breath burning her ears.
"Ohhhh!" she groaned, shaking her head. She had never felt such intense pain. Surely, there were a dozen daggers down there; not one cock. She thought once again of her parents, hoped they weren't looking.
Then Sam began humping.
He humped her pussy hard, made her gasp for air. He moved his hips this way and that, spearing with his prick every inch of her cunt hole, driving her cunt walls outward, stretching them, jolting her tender nerves. She just rolled her eyes and bit her lower lip as she tried to withstand his brutal attack and the wild, crazy sensations he was shooting through her loins.
"Iiieeet" He was fucking her too hard! Too fucking hard!
His nails scratched her hips as he drilled her pussy with all his might. She was helpless beneath him. Not knowing what else to do, Lucy began pumping her cunt with the hope that this would ease the pounding of his prick.
It didn't.
Sam kept humping. He slammed his dick deep, again and again. His bumpy cock tantalized the nerves along her pussy tube. It stirred up her pussy juices. It stretched her pussy to the limit, until she thought she was going to be split open down the middle.
"Ungh!" She pumped her cunt harder. She twisted and jerked beneath him. It was the metal box all over again, only more filling, more painful.
Sam's balls slammed her cunt lips loudly. Lucy trembled, the shame mounted; her face turned as red as her cunt.
Sam's body hairs continued to shock her, scratch her. She gasped and shivered under the torture, and every once in a while bucked up hard, her ass and hips driven by the sensations shooting through them.
The youth towered above her, his hands on her shoulders his hips nestled snugly between her open thighs. Lust showed in his brown eyes, his panting mouth, his sweaty heaving chest. She felt his hot breath and heavy thrusts, and knew that he wasn't going to stop until he had had his fill of her virgin pussy.
She wanted to die. Right now. Without having to bear any more of his dripping spit, oozing cum, and smelly man-odor. This was all too much. Much too much! She was going crazy!
"Aagh! I'm about ready to come!" His words were frantic, strained, as if he said them under torture. His cock-thrusts grew frenzied. "Won't be long now!"
Sam's muscles rippled. His already-labored breathing intensified. He made her tits roll and her ass and hips quiver as he humped her hard.
"Ohhhh!" he cried, suddenly throwing back his head. "I'm-I'm coming! I'm coming!"
He slammed into her one final time and then strained against her, holding his prick deep. Erupting jizz blasted her cunt walls and made her whimper. She pumped her cunt on his spurting cock, not able to resist doing it. And without realizing, she milked his prick dry.
"Ungh!" he moaned, burying his face in her tits. "How does that feel, Teacher? How does my hot jizz feel?"
She didn't answer. She had no answer. But as his hot jizz seeped through her pussy and ran down her thighs, she became aware of a glowing warmth rising up out of her pussy depths.
This warmth grew and grew, urged on by her pumping cunt muscles and his still-buried cock, until finally it consumed her whole cunt and threw her into an orgasmic fit.
"Aagh!" she cried, writhing and twisting beneath the spent youth. "Oh, no! Not again! Eeeeeee!"
She strained against him as she shook from head to toe. Spit soon coated her face; sweat, her body; cunt juices, her belly and thighs. Her pussy throbbed like a baked potato, and her tits threatened to explode against the youth's hairy chest. She was out of breath, crazed, an animal; and her shame mounted even more when she realized it.
After the last spasms had faded, she began to cry.
Chapter Four
Clara Jones was glad that her father couldn't see her now. She looked nothing at all like a teacher: She was naked, except for her stockings and garter; and her hands were tied behind her back. There was enough cum on her to start her own sperm bank. She had been repeatedly raped-most recently, by the red-haired youth, Bill. And now, all three of them-Bill, Ricky, and Jack-were talking about taking her down to the basement, where they could do even more filthy things to her. She lay on the mattress, with no more tears to shed, hoping they wouldn't, and wondering if her friend Lucy was already down there.
"Sure, let's take her ass down there," said Bill. "We still have time to play with her before the new members arrive. Hell, we were going to take her down there, anyway, later tonight."
"Yeah, sure. What the hell." Ricky took one last drink from the bottle, handed it to Jack, then rose to his feet and stepped towards Clara.
"Count me in," said Jack, finishing the bottle and tossing it aside. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand; his hand on his naked belly. "You carry the bitch, I'll carry our clothes."
"Come on, Bill, give me a hand with her."
Clara protested to deaf ears as she was lifted up and carried out of the room. Ricky had her shoulders and tits, Bill held her ass and thighs. She got fondled and goosed every step of the way, insult added to injury.
As they passed the first-floor landing, Clara saw that it was getting dark outside. She wondered if the police had been notified of her disappearance and were out looking for her. Of course, she decided, they must be. They had to be. She refused to believe otherwise.
While Clara was entertaining thoughts of rescue, the youths took her down to the small room in the basement and restrained her in one of the sets of chains and shackles dangling from the ceiling. The sights she saw as they clamped the steel bracelets on her wrists and ankles shocked her. She was reminded of a medieval dungeon. A cold shiver suddenly raced through her, and she found herself speechless.
"Welcome to the party," shouted Sam, lifting his face from Lucy's cunt. "I'm glad you joined us. I was beginning to get lonely down here. Miss Collins here has a hot body and a tight pussy, but she's not much on conversation or personality. She keeps repeating the same thing over and over. 'Let me go home. Let me go home. You're hurting me. You're hurting me.' I tell you, if she wasn't such a great cocksucker, I'd gag her and be done with it." He lowered his face once again for another lick.
"Yeah, well, they can talk all the want," said Bill. "I don't really care. They can even scream if they want, no one will hear. Not through all this concrete, anyway."
"Welcome to the horror chamber, Clara," said Lucy, between gasps and whimpers. "By now you must realize that these kids are not your average street gang. They're real crazies, that's for sure. I've been fucked and sucked and slobbered over for nearly an hour, and I'm beginning to lose my sanity. I've already lost everything else-if you know what I mean."
Clara knew exactly what her friend meant. The sight of Lucy stretched out naked on that table top, with her hands and feet securely bound, was horrifying. Clara knew she would never forget it for as long as she lived. Nor would she ever forget the sight of Sam's working jaws moving at will between Lucy's open thighs. How disgusting! And to think that Lucy was in this terrible situation because she had tried to rescue her.
Clara's own situation was equally bad: she found herself hanging suspended about three feet off the floor, in a sitting position, with her arms stretched high above her head, and her legs spread wide in front of her. Cold steel bit into her wrists and ankles, the pain making her wince and moan. Chains rattled all around her each time she trembled. A draft kissed her cunt. Another blew across her tits. In spite of the chill she found herself sweating.
"This is a far cry from your history class, isn't it?" asked Bill as he stepped between her open legs and rested his hands on her knees. "You don't have the last say here, do you? No one here is going to obey your orders. No one is going to take your threats seriously. And no one is going to sweat to come up with the right answer."
"No, I suppose not." She tried to remain calm, to keep her voice down, even though Bill's cock was only inches from her cunt.
"You're damn right we're not. This isn't your classroom, it's ours. For the rest of the night, we're going to give the orders. We're going to do the intimidating. And we're going to make your ass sweat. Do you read me, bitch?"
"Yes, I read you. Where are they going?" Her question was in reference to Jack and Ricky, who were walking away from her, towards the shelves in the corner.
"Never mind where they're going. You'll find out soon enough." He moved his hands up her thighs and stepped closer. His cock hardened before her eyes and jutted outwards, aiming directly at her split-wide cunt. She stirred, eyeing him nervously. The chains rattled.
"Wh-What are you fixing to do? Good grief, you fucked me only minutes ago. Didn't you get enough?"
"No, I didn't. You hardly satisfied me at all. You wouldn't even move your ass. You just lay there like a motherfucking log. So the boys and me are going to see if we can get you to move that ass . . . We're going to teach you how to fuck, Teacher."
"I don't want to learn. I just want to be left alone. Can't you do that? Can't you just leave me alone? Or is that too much to ask? For Pete's sake, you're just a kid. You're all just kids. You shouldn't be behaving like this. You shouldn't be treating people so horribly. It just isn't right."
"Don't call us kids, dammit," said Jack as he and Ricky returned to her side. "We're men. You and your friend are going to learn that tonight if you don't learn anything else. Do you understand?" He reached out and pinched her nipple hard to drive his point home.
"Iiieee!" Clara winced, shuddered, felt her lit harden. "All right! All right!"
When he pulled his fingers away, her nipple was the color of a ripe cherry and pulsating fcotly.
Don't make them any angrier, she told herself, over and over. Don't make them any angrier.
But it didn't matter. They were already highly motivated to punish her, hurt her, torture her even. By what, she knew not. Perhaps something in their environment, in the way they were raised, had filled them with enough rage and hostility to do these awful things. She didn't really know.
What she did know was that Bill was standing between her legs, preparing to rape her one more time, while his friends, Jack and Ricky, were standing on either side of her, holding wooden ping pong paddles in their hands. This wasn't the time for psychoanalyzing; it was the time for praying, begging, pleading for mercy.
And that's exactly what she began doing.
But her words fell on deaf ears.
"I'm tired of her whining," said Bill. "Start using those paddles. I want to see that ass of hers move. It's too beautiful to just sit there and do nothing. She's got to learn how to use it."
Clara was about to voice another protest when Ricky moved suddenly and swung his paddle upwards, striking her squarely on the ass. The blow cut her off in mid-sentence and sent a violent tremor racing through her ass and up her spine. She screamed once, then bit down on her lower lip and clamped her eyes shut.
The terrible, eerie flesh-cracking noise was still reverberating throughout the room when Jack took his turn and drove his paddle up into the teacher's throbbing asscheeks. The suddenness of his blow made her jump and set the chains to rattling. The blow's viciousness filled her ass with pain and made her scream once again. She threw back her head, gritted her teeth, and looked fearfully from one youth to the other.
With wicked grins, Jack and Ricky continued to take turns at her ass. Their muscular arms delivered hard, ass-biting blows that stung the teacher again and again and kept her ass and hips quivering deliciously.
The blows parted her asscheeks repeatedly, widening her asscrack. They flattened her ass-cheeks like pancakes, but only temporarily. They turned her white ass meat into a throbbing, boiling sea of red flesh. Clara had no words for what she was feeling.
The pain swept through her ass in violent waves, biting and stinging and stabbing her tender flesh. The pain reached down to her thighs and up into her back. It swirled through her brain and shocked her senses. She moaned and groaned, cursed the youths under her breath, wondered if this was worse than dangling over an open fire.
She tried to avoid the blows, the pain. She bucked her ass upwards, violently, only to meet the hard paddle on her way back down. She swung her ass from one side to the other, only to catch the paddle on her hips and thighs, which was even more painful. In her struggles, she rattled the chains loudly, repeatedly flashed her pussy at Bill and the others, and set her big tits to bouncing so wildly that they began to ache.
Here I am suffering, and they're getting a free peep show, she thought to herself.
"Now that's more like it," said Bill, stepping closer to her and moving his hands all the way up to her hips. "That's the way I want to see your ass move. See if you can keep it moving like that while my cock is inside your cunt. And if you need help, my friends here will gladly assist you."
"No! No!" Clara shook her head as Bill tightened his grip on her hips and began working his cock head in between her cunt lips. The intrusion frightened her, shamed her, made her whimper. She tried to escape his big prick, but only succeeded in bruising her ankles even more.
Bill sank his nails into her soft flesh and kept pushing his prick into her cunt hole. She tightened her cunt around his fuck rod and tried to fight him off, but he pushed all the harder, stretching her cunt lips and cunt walls and soon plugging her up completely.
"Aagh!" he moaned, licking his lips. "Nice and tight. Now get her ass moving. I want this to be good."
"You're hurting me," cried Clara, wincing. She felt his prick deep inside her cunt box, throbbing mightily. The heat and the pressure frightened her. She wanted him to withdraw at once, so her pussy could be normal again. But she realized that there was little chance of him abandoning her cunt; he liked it too much.
She tried hard not to let his prick's heat bother her. She took slow deep breaths. She kept her body as still as possible. Not one link rattled. Her tits rose and fell evenly, with hardly a quiver. Her cunt barely twitched. She knew Bill wasn't going to like this; but as far as she was concerned, he could go to hell.
However, she forgot about Ricky and Jack.
"I think she's ignoring you," said Jack, grinning. "She's pretending you're not even there. I guess she's tired of your prick."
"Yeah," said Rick, "she's got no respect for you at all. As still as a log, just like before."
"Well, you know what to do. Get that ass moving. Bring her back to life. I want some action, boys, action."
Bill snuggled closer to Clara, burying his prick up to the hilt. His hairy chest flattened her tits. His groin scratched her belly. His balls massaged her cunt lips. Sighing deeply, he tightened his arms around her waist and held on for what promised to be a very interesting ride.
Clara trembled uncontrollably as hot flesh, hard muscles, and wiry hairs rubbed against all parts of her sore, tired body. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep still, to keep Bill's cock out of her mind. Soon it became impossible.
Ricky slammed his ping pong paddle up against her ass with enough force to flatten the big round mounds of flesh. Clara howled like a she-wolf, throwing her head back and staring up at the ceiling as if it were the night sky. The excruciating pain had every nerve in her ass standing on end.
She heard laughter at her sides, then saw Jack move. Another blow rocked her asscheeks and sent quivers up her back and down through her hips and thighs. She screamed again, bucked her ass upwards, and immediately felt a terrific jolt deep inside her cunt.
"Aagh!" groaned Bill, teetering for a second. "Now I feel it. Keep spanking her. This is working out fine."
"Ungh!" moaned Clara as wild sensations raced up and down her cunt tube. She gasped for air, kept trying to avoid the wooden paddles, but knowing all the while that each twist and turn added to Bill's pleasure.
The blows continued, one after the other, as Jack and Ricky took turns spanking her. The flat surface of the paddles spread the pain out over a wide area of her ass. It was like someone driving spears into her. Like broiling over hot coals. She bucked up again and again, making a racket with the chains, and aware that her ass was getting hotter and hotter-and, no doubt, redder and redder.
"Eeeooow!" howled Bill, his breathing loud and heavy. "Do it to me, bitch. Do it to me." He stood on shaky legs, holding her tight, taking full advantage of her bouncing pussy.
And Clara certainly did bounce.
She arched her body again and again, driving her pussy lips into Bill's hard balls, grinding her thighs into his hips, flattening her tits against his chest. Her body heaved and writhed. Her ass shook violently beneath her. She tested the strength of the chains time and time again, and, luckily for her, found them plenty strong enough to bear her weight.
Bill soon had almost more than he could handle. The long-legged big-titted blonde whom he had called teacher only days ago was now little more than a wild woman thrashing at the end of her chains. He held on tight, enjoying every blissful jolt that shot through his loins, welcoming every buck of her hips and ass, reveling in every cunt thrust she threw his way. Sweat rolled down his body. Spit dribbled from the corners of his mouth. He shook his head, licked his lips, and groaned passionately.
Meanwhile, Jack and Ricky, their cocks hard from watching the teacher's bouncing ass and thrusting cunt and rolling tits, continued to drive their paddles up into her asscheeks. The room resounded with the cracks of the blows as they tried to turn the shapely asscheeks a darker shade of red.
Clara rolled her eyes and shook her head dismally, her throes sending her long yellow strands of hair in all directions. Her ass expanded and contracted as spasms of pain shot through it. Her cunt twitched and pulsated in response to Bill's driving cock. She wasn't sure bow much longer she could take being burned at both ends; fatigue was definitely settling in.
"Aagh!" howled Bill, grimacing. "Now you're fucking, baby. Oh, yeah!" He began slamming his stiff prick in and out of her bucking, twisting pussy, enjoying every stroke and not giving a damn about her obvious misery.
"Ungh!" Clara groaned.
Her clit throbbed mightily, emitting shock wave after shock wave that kept her pussy churning. She pumped her cunt on the fat prick inside her; felt cunt juices squishing, cock meat pulsating wildly. She felt like crying, but could only manage a few whimpers and groans.
The boys kept her bouncing, their paddles hitting all the right places. Nowhere on her ass was without swelling and throbbing pain. She soon found herself pumping her asshole muscles in vain hopes of relieving that pain.
Then she felt a sudden swelling in her pussy, and an intense throbbing that was greater than before. She squealed as her eyes bugged open. She saw Bill panting heavily, saw his nostrils flaring, his eyes staring wildly at her heaving tits. She knew that her bucking ass was taking him over the edge, and she braced herself for his on-rushing jizz.
Suddenly he screamed, sank his teeth into her right tit, and began squirting his jizz into her sore pussy. She shuddered as his hot cum blasted her tender nerves; but even while that was happening, Jack and Ricky continued to slam their paddles into her asscheeks, as if wanting Bill to have the ultimate orgasm.
Without wanting to, she gave him that ultimate orgasm. The pounding in her ass forced her to. She bucked and rocked and swung to and fro, while Bill's cock spurted freely. She even inadvertently milked his prick dry. Her cunt box steadily filled with hot jizz, became greasier and greasier, squished louder and louder, and soon overflowed to soak her cunt hairs and her inner thighs. It was strange to hear herself gasping and screaming simultaneously.
Finally, Bill fell to his knees between her open legs, his now-limp cock easily slipping out of her sloppy cunt. Shortly afterwards, his companions ceased spanking her. Clara settled down, hung limp at the end of her chains, her breathing still ragged, her ass still burning, her cunt still twitching and pulsating and oozing jizz. There was rage in her heart, but she was too exhausted to express it.
Chapter Five
The two teachers now found themselves alone in the small basement room. Their four captors had dressed and departed some time ago, promising to return shortly with the new members and a few surprises for the party they were going to have. Both Lucy and Clara knew that they themselves were going to be the main attractions, the life of the party; so they weren't exactly looking forward to attending.
On the other hand, neither of them was going to skip out before the party started. The boys had seen to that before they left. They shackled Lucy and Clara, side by side, to chains dangling from the ceiling. The teachers' completely outstretched bodies were parallel to the floor and three feet above it. Their eyes faced the floor. Their tits hung down heavily, like stalac-tites. Their wrists and ankles ached terribly from the biting shackles. Their open cunts twitched freely in the cool damp air. They had told the youths what they both thought of these disgust-ing positions, had cursed the boys severely; but the four juvenile delinquents had departed laughing.
"Do you suppose the police are looking for us?" asked Lucy, her face turned towards Clara She had to look through the many strands of her long brown hair.
"I'm sure they are. But how long will it be before they decide to look here? A year? Two years?"
"Don't say that. They'll find us. And soon, Someone must have seen what happened and given the police a description of the boys, or at least a description of the van. Maybe even the license number. Surely."
"I hope so. I certainly hope so. These chains are killing me. If I have to hang like this much longer ... I just don't know." Clara shook her head slowly, waved her long hair like a golden banner.
"You can make it. We'll both make it. Don't worry."
"It's hard not to worry. These shackles are locked tight. It's impossible to force them open. If no one rescues us, the only way we'll ever get down is if the boys let us down. And so far, they haven't shown us very much compassion."
"That's true," said Lucy. "And I'm as frightened as you are. But, still, they're only kids. Whatever else you may think of them, whatever evil they've done, they're just kids. Most likely, they'll let us go home as soon as they've had their fun with us."
"What are you saying! Just listen to yourself They raped us. They tortured us. And you call that just having fun. And what do you mean, they're just kids? They're men as far as I'm concerned, and they're responsible for their actions ... I can't believe what I'm hearing from you You despise men as much as I do, and yet you're condoning what these-these men have done to us. Have you lost your mind, Lucy?"
"No, I haven't lost my mind, and I'm not condoning what they've done to either of us. It's just that I can't bring myself to despise them. Perhaps if they had had better guidance when they were younger, such as from their parents or teachers, they wouldn't be the way they are now."
"So now it's our fault! We're to blame! Hell, Lucy, sometimes I don't know you at all. Look around you, woman. A bunch of crazed degenerates are holding us prisoners, and when they return, they're going to start having their fun all over again. Well, you can make excuses for them if you want to, but I won't. I know them for what they are: dirty, rotten, sex-crazed men. And I hate them all!"
Lucy understood Clara's feelings. The trouble was, she couldn't understand her own. Just this morning she had fought off that young good-looking biology teacher, and she had tried to defend her honor against Sam. Only an hour or so ago she had shared Lucy's opinion of men, had thought them all one notch above fungi, Now, however, she wasn't sure what her opin-ions of men were. She had mixed feelings, not only about men, about sex as well, and about her parents and their frequent anti-sex anti-men lectures. She was confused, to be sure, but she did know that she did not hate these youths for what they had done to her. She didn't hate them at all.
"Relax, Clara. We'll think of a way out of this. Just hold yourself together for a while longer."
"That I will do. Just you make sure that you don't volunteer to become a member of their gang. I wouldn't put that past you."
"Don't be ridiculous, Clara!" Strangely, the thought of becoming a member of the gang didn't shock Lucy as much as she thought it should have. She was wondering why when sud-den voices and loud footsteps out in the hallway grabbed her attention.
"Oh, no," said Clara, "they're back!"
The door to the small room swung open and in walked their four captors, followed by two other youths who were familiar to the teachers. The newcomers didn't seem in the least bit sur-prised when they saw the suspended teachers; on the contrary, they both began smiling and were not hesitant to follow the four leaders right up to Lucy and Clara.
"Well," said Ricky, "I hope we didn't keep you bitches waiting long. We know how anxious you two are to get this party rolling." There was laughter behind him.
"That's not funny," said Lucy. "We could have died up here. Now, please, let us down." She talked to the youth as a mother would to her son.
But there was anguish in Clara's voice. "You're wasting your time, Lucy. He doesn't care what we're going through. He's never going to let us down from here. Just look at them all grinning and smirking. They have us where they want us, and we're going to be chained up here until we die. I just know it!" The chains rattled noisily as Clara jerked on them in frustration.
Ricky turned to the newcomers. "What did I tell you, two red-hot teachers. And they're all ours. No one even knows we have them."
"They're nice all right," said one of the strangers as he pinched Clara's left nipple.
"Get away from me, you bastard! Get away!" But her cries only brought about more laughter.
"Wild," said the youth, "real wild." "Oh," said Ricky, "where are my manners!
I haven't introduced you all. Miss Jones, this is Willie. He'll be your partner for tonight. is Millie, this is Miss Jones." Then: "And Miss Collins, this is Roy. He'll be your partner. Roy, this is Miss Collins. Now, why don't the four of you get acquainted while the four of us step back out of the way and get things organized." Ricky took Jack, Sam, and Bill with him over to the shelves, leaving Willie and Roy with the teachers.
Lucy studied the tall muscular youth who was fondling her tits. He didn't seem like a tough guy. His face was smooth and squared; his eyes a deep blue. There were two shiny rings on the middle fingers of his right hand. She watched that hand closely as it moved beneath her and filled her with wild sensations.
"What's your first name, Miss Collins?"
"Lucy." She said it softly and clearly.
Hell, why did she tell him that? What was she doing? this guy was molesting her! She should be angry. Terrified. Outraged. Anything but cooperative. What in hell was happening to her?
"Lucy, huh? That's a nice name. And you're a beautiful bitch. Aren't you going to beg me not to hurt you?"
Lucy said nothing. She didn't know what to say.
Willie was talking to Clara.
"So, you're mine. Well, that's okay with me. I love blondes. Especially those with big tits and nice asses." Willie palmed Clara's ass with his left hand and stroked her hair with his right.
"Leave me alone! Get away from me! I won't let you do anything. I swear I won't!"
"Who says you have to let me? Chained up the way you are, there's not a whole lot you can do to stop me, is there, slut? Is there?" He jammed his thumb up her cunt, all the way to the hilt.
"Aaagh!" He was right and Clara knew it. Still, she couldn't give up. She just couldn't. She had to preserve her dignity, if not her virginity. She had to do that at least. She would never willingly do anything with these young punks. She wasn't that type of woman, and she never would be. She'd die first.
But she was sure that her death would mean nothing to this muscular kid. His deep-set eyes were those of a killer; she was convinced of that. The skull and bones tattoo on his forearm also labeled him as a mean type, to her eyes. There was the thick black chest hair poking through his open shirt, and the huge cock bulge showing in his tight jeans. What was his name? Willie? Well, he gave her the willies all right.
"You must learn to be nice to me," he told her. "We're going to be doing a lot of things together tonight. Fun things. Naughty things. Ricky and Jack have it all planned. And if Roy and I do what we're supposed to do, what we're told to do, we'll be allowed in the gang. And I do want to join this gang, you can be sure of that... So, what do you say, bitch? Are you going to make it easy for me?"
"Never."
"Okay. Suit yourself."
Ricky and his three fellow gang members returned. The three gathered around to watch, careful not to get in the way. Ricky took charge and handed a cat-o'-nine-tails to Roy and what looked like a small blue jar of cold cream to Willie. A smile cracked his face as he passed out the weapons.
"You go first, Roy. Tear that bitch's ass up. Make it burn. I want to hear her scream." Then: "But before we begin, let's all get in the right mood. C'mon, everyone, get naked!"
The sudden shedding of clothes going on around her made Lucy stir at the end of her chains, but did not frighten her nearly as much as the thick-handled, nine-corded leather whip Roy was holding. Even when Roy was standing naked at her side, with his long fat prick jutting out menacingly, Lucy was still more concerned with the whip. It was evil, sinister, meant only for ripping into human flesh. Her flesh! She shuddered just thinking about it.
"You're going to pay for this," cried Clara. "I swear, I'll see you all in jail if it's the last thing I do."
"Quiet, Clara," said Lucy, "you'll only make things worse." She didn't want her friend to make Roy angry. At least, not while he was holding that whip.
"Yes, Clara, keep your big mouth shut," said Jack. "And be thankful that the third dude chickened out at the last minute. Otherwise, you'd have someone standing over you with a whip, also."
Clara kept quiet for the time being. Lucy wanted to, but when Ricky once again barked orders and Roy raised the whip over his head to carry them out, she couldn't help but squeal.
He brought the whip down hard and fast, striking her ass. She cringed in absolute terror when she saw the sudden movement of his arm; then she cried aloud when she felt the awful sting of all nine leather cords. She thrashed about, shaking her head wildly and making the chains clank out a tune.
Roy raised the whip again, took aim on her ass, and swung down with enough force to fill the room with the reverberating sounds of clanking chains and flesh-cracking noises and eerie screams. He smiled as he whipped her, seeming to take some sort of sadistic pleasure in his work. Lucy watched him, saw the blurring cords, felt the biting pain, heard his mocking laughter, and knew that he was, indeed, enjoying what he was doing.
She begged him to stop, but to no avail. She tightened her ass muscles again and again in hopes of shedding the pain-with only limited results. Her tender ass meat was simply no match for the tough leather.
Roy whipped her again and again, his arm rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Each blow made her wince and howl. Even the awful swishing noise startled her, for it forecast certain agony. She cursed the youth under her breath, hoping the whipping would soon end.
But the end was not yet in sight. Roy continued to slam the nine-corded whip into her asscheeks, doing his best to make sure that all the cords dealt out punishment. He adorned her ass meat with crisscrosses that glowed red and purple. He caused a rosy coloring to spread throughout her ass. He made the ass swell before his eyes, until it truly did resemble a ripe, ready-to-pluck melon. And he still wasn't through with her.
"Aagh!" she cried, shaking her head. "No more! Please, no more!" Her long brown hair flew recklessly about her face as she tried to shake away the pain.
But even if she had shaken her ass, which she tried desperately to do, she couldn't have so easily extinguished the pain. It rolled through her throbbing ass like ocean waves, swirling round and round and beating against her senses. She shut her eyes and bit down on her lower lip with enough force to wrinkle her whole face, all in an effort to cope with the mounting pain.
Still, Roy whipped her.
Lucy jerked her ass to the right and caught most of the cords on the back of her left thigh, which instantly blushed red and began to throb. She moved quickly to the left and caught the brunt of the blow on the small of her back, whereby the nerves in her spine screamed in rebellion. She bucked her ass upwards and got smacked directly in her asscrack, and heard loud complaints from her puckered shit bung. And through it all, the chains clanked sorrowfully, she screamed helplessly, and Roy and his friends laughed wholeheartedly.
Her inability to avoid the savage lashes depressed her. She began shaking her head more from despair than pain. Though she continued to scream now and then, mostly she just whimpered miserably like a punished child. She could see no way out and no end to the boy's cruelty.
Roy made blurred letter X's in the air as he lashed her ass from this direction and that. His aim was perfect most of the time, when she didn't twist and turn like a salted slug. His ears rang with the sharp sounds of leather smacking flesh, and leather cords popping in mid-air.
Sweat ran like rivers down his forehead, glistened on his chest hairs, and wetted his groin. His eyes were intense, glued to her ass. His gritted teeth scraped together. He was completely absorbed in what he was doing and would have whipped her ass raw had Ricky not interfered.
"Okay. Okay. That's enough. That's perfect. You did just fine. Just fine." The blonde youth had to grab Roy's arm to get him to stop, and even then there was a brief struggle before Roy realized that he was supposed to stop now.
"I'm sorry. I guess I got carried away." He relaxed and let Ricky take away the whip.
"That's all right. No harm done. The bitch is still alive."
"Yeah," said Jack, "don't worry about it. We all get carried away sometimes. At least you did whip her good."
"Damn good," said Bill. "She's still squirm-ing. He really tore that ass up." Bill jerked on his stiff prick as he studied Lucy's red ass.
"The best I've ever seen," said Sam, rubbing his balls. "He sure is handy with that whip."
"Yeah, he sure is," said Ricky. "And now we're going to see how good he is with his dick."
"Great," said Roy, rubbing his palms together. "I was hoping you'd let me fuck her. She's the best piece of ass I've ever seen. Damn, I can't wait to get inside her cunt!"
Lucy stirred, started to say something, then stopped.
"Hold on there," said Ricky. "Not so fast. The idea isn't to make her feel good, it's to make her feel miserable."
Roy, about to ram his cock home, stopped and gave Ricky a puzzled look, saying: "I don't understand. I thought you wanted me to fuck her."
"So I do. So I do. But not in the cunt. I want you to fuck her where it hurts the most. I want her to feel pain, not pleasure."
"Oh, I get you. You want me to cornhole her."
"That's right, man. Are you up to it?" Ricky slapped Lucy's ass as he spoke, and everyone could hear her groan.
Roy stepped forward and began fingering the teacher's asscrack. She trembled beneath his touch. He said: "You're damn right I'm up to it. Hell, what's a shitty cock, anyway? The main thing is, I'll be pumping a tight, greasy hole- and loving every second of it."
"That's the spirit," said Ricky. "You may have exactly what it takes to be a member of our gang. We'll see."
"I sure hope so. Just step back and watch me butt-fuck her."
Ricky flashed a grin, gave Roy a friendly slap on the back, and then did as the youth asked.
A shiver raced up Lucy's spine when she saw Roy step up behind her between her open thighs and grab hold of her hip with his left hand. He grasped his prick in his right hand and began pushing it into her asscrack. She shivered some more, hard, but made no effort to dissuade the youth.
He wouldn't listen to me, anyway, she told herself. He would laugh and butt-fuck me all the harder. At least, that was the explanation she gave herself for not trying to stop him from ramming his big prick into her asshole.
Roy stroked her tender asscheeks and hips with one hand as he pushed his prick deeper and deeper. Finally, he worked his prick head up against her shit bung and prepared to cornhole her. The heat was fantastic; it escaped her shit hole and seeped up into his cock shaft to stir his blood. A deep groan spilled from his quivering lips as he pushed hard.
Her shit bung parted unwillingly. As her tiny shit hole widened, he filled the opening with his prick head. He kept pushing, forcing her shitter wider and working more and more of his prick head into her shit hole. When he could no longer see his cock head for her ass meat, he stopped for a breather.
"Ungh!" groaned Lucy, biting her lower lip. She had never before known such pressure. Her asshole must surely be stretched to its limits. She didn't know how she was going to accommodate the rest of his cock, but she had a feeling that he was going to show her. Please be gentle, she said to herself.
Roy sucked in his breath, and began working his cock still deeper. Blasts of escaping heat tortured the nerves on his cock and balls, and made him gasp and teeter. He braved it all, drove his cock deeper into the shitty abyss, and soon plugged her as up completely. Only then did he exhale deeply, while his balls throbbed against her cushioning asscheeks.
"Aagh!" she groaned, shaking her head. "I can't take it. I just can't. That cock is going to be the death of me, I just know it!" She inadvertently began pumping her asshole on his cock shaft, her contractions triggered by the staggering heat building up inside her.
"Oh, yeah, baby! Oh, yeah. What a tight ass! I'm going to have to take you for a ride before you blow my mind."
Holding on to her hips with both hands, Roy began working his prick up and down her shit hole. He pumped her steadily, giving her all of his cock, taking back half, then giving her all of it again. He stretched her asshole walls out of shape and jolted the tender nerves that lined them.
"Mmmmm." He threw back his head in ecstasy as he fucked her.
"Ungh!" she grunted, shivering uncontrollably. Her grunts turned to moans and then to soft whimperings.
"You're hurting her!" cried Clara. "Can't you see that you're hurting her? You're practically splitting her ass apart. Why, I've never heard of anything so disgusting!"
"Shut up, bitch!" said Ricky. "Just worry about yourself."
Yes, shut up, thought Lucy. Please shut up!
"Fuck that ass as hard as you like," said Jack. "The harder the better." The other boys agreed.
Roy moved his hands up to the teacher's ass, clutched her asscheeks tightly, then stretched them apart until she cried out. Paying no attention to her shouts, he began thrusting his prick in and out of her shit hole with blinding speed. The force of his thrusts sent quivers up and down her thighs, made her tits swing like pendulums, and started the chains clanking again.
She whimpered and howled alternately as wave after wave of mind-blowing heat swept through her guts. Above her own cries, she could hear him moaning and gasping, and she could hear her shit juices squishing. Not knowing what else to do, she pumped her asshole wildly and made her shit juices squish even louder.
Roy churned her shit juices into a buttery froth that soon began oozing out of her asshole. The greasy mess oiled his cock's path and allowed him to ass-fuck her a lot easier. He did so with a joy, wedging his balls into her gaping asscrack again and again, and driving his cock head into first one side of her slippery shitter and then the other. He listened to the lewd popping noises emanating from her asshole as he stuffed her at will.
"Uungh!" she groaned, still pumping her shitter. She licked her lips mindlessly, breathing hard and fast. She shut her mind and ears to the memory of her parents, their lectures. She didn't want her parents intruding in her life anymore; she was no longer interested in their warnings, fears. She would live her own life from here on out.
Roy released her asscheeks, but his thick prick prevented them from slamming shut. He leaned forward and reached under her to seize her hanging tits, then squeezed them tight as he started fucking her asshole with all his might.
His balls hammered her asscheeks noisily, the terrific blows adding to the redness that was already there. His cock head reached deeper and deeper, jarring her buttery shitter meat and taking away her breath. She started bucking as best she could under the circumstances, not caring if his cock split her ass open or not.
"Ohhhh!" he cried. "I'm almost there! Shiiyyiit!"
Holding on to her tits for support, he drove his prick up and down her tightly clinging asshole until his cum swelled up in his balls and erupted.
"Aagh!" he cried, throwing back his head and grimacing. "I'm coming! Oh, fuuuck!" He slammed his cock deep and held it there while the jizz spurted from his piss hole and filled her shitter. "What a bitch!" he cried, spasming. "What a hot bitch!"
"Eeeee!" squealed Lucy as the hot jizz burned her sore shit hole. "Oooooh!" She writhed beneath him, moving her ass in ever-widening circles, all the time milking his prick dry. She saw the others watching, even Clara, and she felt strangely wicked. For a moment, she wondered what they were thinking, then didn't care. She just moaned continuously and pumped her asshole, until Roy's stiff prick was no longer stiff. Then she farted the prick out of her and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Oh, wow," moaned Roy as he slumped to the floor. "My dick may never be the same. That bitch's ass is hot, and she knows how to use it. Mmmmmm."
"You did great," said Ricky. "You deserve a rest."
"Yeah," said Jack. "That was fantastic. I think the teacher even liked it herself."
"That's the way it looked to me," said Sam. "She moved that ass as if she were enjoying Roy's big fucker."
"I thought I detected a smile," said Bill, "when his cock slipped out of her ass."
"You're all crazy," said Lucy. "I hated what he did to me. And you know I hated it. You just want to believe that I liked it. Hell, how can anyone like being fucked in the ass?"
"I know quite a few bitches that like a poke in the butt," said Ricky. "But it doesn't matter much whether you liked it or not. You're still going to remain our prisoner."
Then Clara turned to her friend, and, in a whisper, said: "You were smiling when he pulled his cock out of you. I saw you myself. What's happening to you, Lucy? Are you turning traitor? These thugs are our enemies. How can you let yourself enjoy any of this? I thought you hated men as much as I do."
Lucy looked at her friend, saw the anguish and concern in her eyes, but said nothing. Again, she didn't know what to say.
A palm slammed into Clara's asscheeks and made her cry out.
"Now it's your turn, bitch." Willie stood between her open thighs, directly behind her ass.
Clara looked back over her shoulder, expecting to see the youth's prick reaching for her asshole. But such was not the case. Oh, he was close to her ass, all right; and his cock was hard and swollen. But he wasn't preparing to butt-fuck her. Instead, he was removing the lid from the small blue jar in his hands. His sinister smile was proof enough for Clara that the jar contained nothing good.
"What is that stuff? What are you going to do?" The chains clanked loudly as she twisted around to get a better look.
"You'll find out soon enough." He scooped out a gob of pink cream with two fingers, then reached down and smeared the cream on Clara's cunt mound, working it through her thick yellow bush in order to reach her tender cunt lips and her cunt hole.
Her cunt felt suddenly cool and refreshed. It began to tingle. The tingling sensations gradually trickled through her inner thighs and up into her groin. She sighed deeply, forgot the pain in her wrists and ankles, began licking her lips and rolling her dreamy eyes. Nothing bothered her now-not even the sly smirks and the silent grins aimed in her direction.
She hung limply, babbling and sighing. She knew the youth had done something to her pussy, but she had no complaints. She couldn't have felt better. She couldn't have felt better.
But then the tingling sensations strengthened, increased, reached deeper into her cunt hole to pluck at her raw nerves. Her nerves stood on end, began to throb; her clit too. She stirred, uttered a moan, tightened her cunt.
What's happening? she asked herself.
By degrees, the tingling sensations turned into burning sensations. These soared through her cunt box, wreaking havoc with her nerves and creating an intense hunger in her fuck hole. She found herself gasping and panting heavily.
"What did you do to me, you bastard?"
"How does your pussy feel now, Teacher?" asked Willie as he looked down upon her writhing body. "Nice and hot, I'll bet."
"Wh-What did-did you do to me? Tell me, dammit!"
"That jar contains a special ointment that makes bitches like you horny as shit. Just a little bit of it on your pussy can drive you wild. I put a big glob of it on yours. Hell, bitch, it's a good thing you're chained up."
"Oh, you dirty motherfuckers. I'll kill you if I get the chance. I swear I will. I'll kill you all!"
The ointment tortured her fuck meat, had her nerves screaming desperately for relief, had her whole pussy begging for something, anything, to satisfy it. The itch grew and grew, consumed her loins the way fire consumes a forest. She badly wanted to reach down there and scratch her itch. She rattled her chains in an attempt to do just that. But her hand fell short; her itch remained.
She pumped her pussy madly, groaning and grunting the whole while. Her hips and thighs quivered as she jerked them about. Her tits heaved beneath her, two white mounds heavy with lust. She would have welcomed a cool, caressing breeze between her thighs right now, or even . . . even ... no ... no, not that!
The itch refused to subside. She couldn't control herself. She couldn't think clearly at all. She bucked upwards and to the side until the pain in her wrists and ankles became unbearable. She moved her ass in circles, but this only seemed to spread the itch. She shook her head and voiced her suffering, while all around her, cruel laughter and dirty remarks filled the air.
"Ungh!" she groaned, twisting and turning. "Someone help me! Please! Don't leave me like this. I can't take it."
"What do you want me to do?" asked Willie, all smiles.
"Rub that sh-shit off. Get it off me!"
"Sorry, can't do that. Once that stuff gets into your skin, you have have to wait until it wears off."
"H-How long?"
"An hour. Maybe two."
"Too long. I'll d-die first!"
"There is another way to relieve your itch."
"What way?"
"By fucking."
"No. Never!"
"C'mon, bitch, I could easily rape you at any time. But I want you to let me do it. No, I want you to beg me to do it. Let's hear you beg for my cock. Beg, dammit."
"No, I won't. I won't."
"Sure, you will. Your pussy is itching like crazy. You can't stand it, and you know you can't. Just look at the way you're writhing and sweating. You must be burning up inside. My cock is the only thing that can put an end to your suffering. All you have .to do is beg for it, and it's yours. Beg."
Clara shook her head miserably, her mind churning with indecision. Her cunt twitched and swirled and throbbed as waves and waves of indescribable sensations soared through it. She couldn't remember the last time she felt like this. Her horny condition was blowing her mind. She needed relief and she needed it fast, and if
Willie's cock was the only thing that could give her that relief, why, then, she must have it, she must have his cock, even though the idea of fucking him made her sick in the stomach.
"So, what'll it be, slut? Will you beg for my cock, or do I leave you hanging there with a red-hot cunt?"
Clara looked back over her shoulder and saw the youth's cock jutting out long and straight. She hated the sight of it, but she could see that it was big enough to cure the itch that was killing her. So, shaking with remorse, she spread her thighs as wide as she could and begged the youth to fuck her.
"Louder. I can't hear you."
"Fuck me. Please, fuck me. I need that big cock of yours."
"Louder."
"Fuck me! Fuck me, you bastard! Do what you've been wanting to do all along!" Clara avoided looking at Lucy. She just stared down at the floor, hoping it would all be over soon.
Willie laughed at her as he seized her round hips with both hands and stepped closer, aiming his prick at her open cunt. She looked back over her shoulder to watch, wishing he would hurry; that ointment was eating her alive.
Shivers raced up her spine, and her cunt twitched violently when the youth's prick head delved into her cunt hole. She braced herself as best she could, but recoiled at the touch of his belly hair on her soft asscheeks. It was several seconds before her nerves settled down again.
Willie, gasping from the heat that was blasting his cock head, drove his cock into her fuck hole with a lunge that forced apart her cunt walls and jarred her senses hard enough to make her scream. He himself groaned deeply, then lunged into her again and buried his prick balls deep.
"Weeeee!" he howled, throwing back his head. "I love it."
He tightened his hold on her hips to keep his nuts snug against her cunt lips. Then he stood still to enjoy her tightly clinging cunt meat.
"Shiiyyiit!" moaned Clara, lowering her head again and biting her lower lip. "I don't know which is worse: the ointment or your cock."
"You may hate my cock, baby, but you sure as hell need it."
Willie then began humping the teacher. He humped hard and fast, drilling her cunt tube with his fat prick. He rocked her body back and forth, back and forth, while the chains about him clanked their sinister tune.
His cock head speared her cunt walls from this direction and that, stretching them out of shape and tantalizing the nerves that lined them. He mingled his jizz with the ointment to add to her misery. He slammed his balls repeatedly against her cunt hps and humiliated her some more. Soon flesh-slapping noises and wild moans and whimpers mixed with the clanking noises.
Clara rolled her eyes and drooled deliriously as the friction inside her cunt hole mounted. It was as if someone were using a hammer to extinguish a forest fire. She sobbed and groaned and pumped her cunt frantically in response to Willie's big fucker.
The youth fucked right through her clinging pussy meat. He fucked the breath out of her. He would have fucked her right across the room if it weren't for the chains binding her.
"Help! Help!" she cried, her tits heaving as she gasped desperately for air.
She tried to crawl away from him, but only succeeded in hurting her wrists and ankles even more. She whimpered more loudly as his vicious thrusts made her fleshy parts quiver like gelatin. She couldn't believe how helpless she was, what with her mind spinning crazily and her cunt juices dripping like water from a leaky faucet.
Willie hammered her hard enough to churn her dripping cunt juices into a creamy froth that soon coated his cock shaft and her cunt hairs. Then he sprayed the froth all over her thighs and asscheeks, and made her slippery as shit. She turned up her nose in disgust.
The youth speared every inch of her pussy in his attempt to put her out of her misery. He made her cunt lips puffy with his hard-pounding balls. He jolted her clit and made it throb wildly against his cock root. He plugged her fuck hole tight and gave it no room to even breathe.
"Aagh!" she moaned. "You're killing me, not helping me!"
"No, but I'm helping myself, baby. I'm coming!" Willie then went into an orgasmic fit, and began humping the teacher out of control. As his balls beat a steady rat-a-tat-tat on her cunt Hps, he blew his wad and filled her cunt with his milky jizz.
"Eeee!" she squealed as his cum soaked her pussy meat. "Oooooh!" Disgusting, yes; but she couldn't deny that his jizz was proving to be a wonderful antidote for the ointment. With mixed feelings, she pumped her cunt and milked his prick dry.
Chapter Six
"You both did well," said Ricky, stepping forward and shaking the newcomers' hands. "You're close to being allowed into our gang. Just a few more tests to go, and then we'll see."
"Yes," said Jack, joining them, "but first, we'll rest awhile and drink some wine. We've got the whole night ahead of us."
"I could use a rest," said Roy. "I'm pretty fucked out."
"Me too," said Willie.
"We're all fucked out," said Ricky. "And I plan on getting a lot more fucked out before the night is over." He then nudged Lucy and laughed.
"We need a rest too," said Lucy. "These chains are killing us. Let us down for a while. Please."
"Yes, please," said Clara, relieved that the youth's creamy jizz had soothed her itch.
"Hell, no, bitch," said Ricky. "You'll just try to run again. We can't trust you."
"No, wait a minute," said Jack. "I have an idea." He whispered something in Ricky's ear. Lucy strained to hear, but couldn't.
"Yeah," said Ricky, "that sounds good. I like it, I like it." Then: "Okay, men, get those bitches down from there. They're going to entertain us."
Clara didn't like that statement one bit. What did he mean by "entertain"? Something filthy, no doubt. Something downright disgusting. Hell, hadn't she been through enough? When was this madness going to end? When both Lucy and she were dead?
The youths dropped the teachers on the floor in the middle of the room and then formed a circle around them. Jack took a sip of wine and passed the bottle around. Ricky stepped forward, holding the cat-o'-nine tails in his hand. Both women cowered before him.
"You're going to give us a show. You're going to fuck and suck and come all over each other. And you're going to begin right now."
"That's sick," cried Clara, looking from Lucy to Ricky. "What if we refuse?"
Ricky swung the nine-corded whip and struck Clara on the ass hard enough to make her howl. Then he turned to Lucy.
"No, don't. Don't whip me with that thing, anymore. I'll do as you say, and I'll make her cooperate."
"See that you do . . . and we want a good show, so think dirty. Now get started."
Lucy pushed Clara onto her back and then began licking the blonde's big round tits. Clara looked up and saw the circle of naked muscular bodies, smelled the heavy cock aroma, saw the whip, felt the throbbing in her ass, and decided to allow Lucy to continue. But she knew she wasn't going to enjoy what Lucy was doing.
Clara shivered under Lucy's delicate touch and instinctively reached up to grasp her friend's shoulders. Lucy snaked her tongue round and round Clara's right tit, moving the mound about. Her brown hair fanned out to help caress Clara's tender flesh, and Clara grasped her all the tighter.
"Mmmm. Ooooh," moaned Clara, shaking her head, telling herself that this just wasn't so, that none of this was happening.
Lucy continued to slither her tongue round and round the big tit, as if relishing its taste. Her eagerness made the tit swell and harden before her eyes. The tit blushed red as well, like a ripe fruit.
She licked harder, moving her tongue tip up to her friend's pink nipple. Clara gasped passionately, shivered, then groaned in disgust.
Lucy's head moved here and there as she tasted the blonde's right tit. She soon made the tit shine with her spit. Clara groaned some more as she felt the trickles of spit running down her tit to her belly.
When Lucy started sucking on her nipple, Clara wondered what had gotten into her friend. Surely, these punks didn't expect that much from her. As far as Clara was concerned, Lucy was going too far.
Loud sucking noises filled the air. The spit on her tit mounted until Clara was wetter than she wanted to be, or felt she had to be. She couldn't stop shivering as waves of heated bliss soared through her upper body.
"Stop, Lucy! Stop! You don't have to suck me so hard. The boys will never know." Her whispers had a sense of urgency in them; yet Lucy paid them no mind.
Lucy sucked her right nipple raw, then moved to her left tit and began tasting that one too. More groans and whimpers filled the air as that tit slowly grew bigger and harder and wetter.
When Clara started to writhe, Lucy ran her wet tongue down the full length of Clara's body, all the way to the woman's cunt. Then, to Clara's surprise, Lucy flipped the blonde over onto her belly and began kissing her asscheeks. Startled by her friend's hot hps, Clara began wriggling her ass and grinding her tits into the floor.
This is insane, thought Clara. Totally insane. Clara had another strange thought as she lay there on her belly, shivering under her friend's warm, wet kisses. Is Lucy actually enjoying all this?
Lucy started using her tongue again, slithering it up and down both asscheeks. She made the curved mounds of tit-flesh rock and roll every which way. She soaked them with her spit until they glistened like rain-soaked melons. Clara didn't know what to say.
Lapping noises filled the air as Lucy slobbered over her fellow teacher's asscheeks. Spit trickled down to Clara's thighs and soaked them. Clara squirmed, her mind dizzy from the many never-before-experienced sensations that were soaring through her.
Lucy soon found the woman's asscrack and reached inside with the boldness of an old thief. Clara's eyes bugged out and her ass bucked downwards, so that her cunt ground into the floor. She cried out, shook her head, then moaned long and deep.
Lucy didn't seem to notice. Without hesitating, she reached her tongue deep and started licking Clara's asshole. She licked it thoroughly, scraping her tongue back and forth across the tiny bung. Clara shrieked, threw back her head, and started pumping her asshole against nothing but air.
Oh, shit! This is crazy!
Lucy wasn't satisfied, apparently. She tried to snake her tongue inside her friend's shit-hole. Clara felt this intrusion, tightened her shitter as best she could, refused to be speared.
Lucy used her tongue like a hammer, banging on Clara's ass bud again and again, demanding entrance. Her efforts jolted Clara's shitter nerves mercilessly and caused the woman's shit bung to swell and throb. Clara couldn't believe that this was her friend doing these thing to her.
Finally, Lucy gave up on reaming the blonde's asshole, deciding instead to lick her asscrack. She traced her tongue up and down its full length, tasting the hot meaty flesh and soaking it with her spit. Clara moaned and shivered uncontrollably, believing that her friend was crazy-almost as crazy, perhaps, as these young punks.
Waves of hot bliss soared up into Clara's guts. She could practically feel the heat in her belly. She wriggled her ass and pumped her asshole in a vain attempt to cool herself down.
Spit squished lewdly in her asscrack,- Some ran down beneath her to her cunt mound. She frowned at the sound of it squishing, the feel of it trickling along her tender flesh. She wanted this madness to end, but she knew it wouldn't.
"Oh, hell, Lucy. I thought I knew you, but now I'm not so sure. What else are you planning to do to me?" "Guess."
Lucy then flipped Clara over onto her back, pushed the woman's thighs apart, and knelt before her yellow-haired cunt. Clara's eyes bugged out again. This sweaty, tangled-haired woman about to eat her pussy couldn't possibly be the same woman Clara had known these past months. Something in Lucy had changed. Oh, hell, had it changed!
"Eat her!" shouted Ricky. "Eat that pussy!"
"Yeah," shouted the others, one after another, "use your tongue on her cunt." laughter and other dirty remarks also rang out from the circle of muscles and cocks. Lucy inhaled deeply, as if savoring her friend's strong pussy odor, then exhaled slowly as she lowered her head to the woman's golden bush. She licked Clara's pussy carefully at first, feeling her way through the silky hairs.
Clara gasped, then instinctively arched her back and spread her thighs even wider.
Lucy pushed the yellow cunt hairs out of her way as she sought to taste the woman's cunt lips. As she did so, she soaked the many cunt hairs with her spit and made them stick together. It wasn't long before the matted bush was drip-ping profusely.
Lucy licked the full length of Clara's cunt hps, tasting all of the woman's fuck meat. In her eagerness, she pushed the cunt lips around stretched them apart, forced them together again, until the pink cunt lips turned red and puffed up. Clara moaned through it all and found it very difficult to keep her ass still.
"Aagh!" she cried, pulling at her hair. "What are you doing to me, Lucy? What's gotten into you?"
Lucy said nothing; she just kept licking, fill-ing the air with lewd lapping noises. She soon filled the woman's cunt crack with her hot spit.
"Ungh!" Clara rolled her eyes and bit down on her lower Up as crazy sensations began swirl-ing through her cunt box.
Lucy worked her tongue into the woman's cunt crack, pushed out the spit, and began licking both sides of her pussy. She licked so hard she forced Clara's cunt crack to open wider. Friction built up in the crack. Her pussy began to throb. Clara nearly lost her mind.
"Eeee!" she squealed, shaking her head and bouncing her ass. "Oh, shiiiyyitt! Lucy, you naughty girl, shame on you!"
Lucy slanted her head as she pushed her tongue up into her friend's tight cunt hole. She used her hands to control Clara's bucking hips and ass; her hps to control the dripping cunt juices. She worked her tongue deep, forcing apart the tightly clinging cunt walls and ignoring the great blasts of pussy heat. "Oh, wow! I don't believe this! Ungh!" Lucy snaked her tongue deeper and deeper, braving the intense heat and the drowning cunt juices. She gulped and grunted as she licked, Finally, she could reach no farther; so she stopped, with her nose and lips buried in Clara's cunt bush.
Clara trembled like a leaf in a storm. The hot licker buried deep in her pussy was emitting powerful heat waves that jolted her tender nerves and rocked her senses. She screamed once, then began pumping her cunt on Lucy's tongue in an attempt to deal with the mind-blowing sensations. Lucy wasn't deterred by the woman's grip-ping cunt walls. She moved her tongue in circles, reaming her pussy hole hungrily. She forced Clara's pussy walls this way and that, and made the blonde howl and whimper shamelessly, Clara had no words to describe the bliss in her cunt, or the thoughts in her head.
With Clara now babbling and whimpering uncontrollably, Lucy started plunging her tongue up and down the woman's cunt hole, fucking her hard. She tortured Clara's clit with the root of her tongue and made the little fuck button twitch. She speared the deepest parts of the woman's pussy hole with the tip of her tongue and made Clara buck. Lucy dominated her friend completely and soon caused the woman's cunt juices to rise dangerously.
Lucy kept licking and stabbing with her tongue, moving it in all directions. She covered the woman's bush with cunt juices and spit. She soaked Clara's inner thighs too. She made the heat inside her friend's pussy so unbearable Clara couldn't help but climax.
"Ohhhh!" cried the blonde teacher, shaking her head and lifting her ass up off the flood "You-you're making me come!"
She started squeezing her own tits in her fists as she moved her ass in circles and ground her pussy in Lucy's face. Then she rolled back her eyes, bucked up hard, and sprayed her cunt juices in Lucy's mouth.
"You did this to me," she cried, her body shaky. "Now eat! Eat it all!"
Lucy gulped down the woman's pussy juices as fast as she could. She even sucked her cunt clean. Clara listened to her friend eat, and turned up her nose in disgust. There was no doubt in her mind; these punks had turned her friend into some sort of sex fiend. She pitied Lucy; but she made up her own mind, then and there, that they weren't going to change her into anything. She would remain the same Clara Jones, no matter what.
Chapter Seven
Lucy rolled over on her back and licked her lips clean. She also began rubbing her own tits with her right hand, and her cunt with her left hand. She couldn't have felt better. Her first cunt had turned out to be her best friend's. What a bitch! And it tasted so good to her, too! She could still hear Clara moaning and groaning and screaming her ass off. Hell, it served the prude right. She, Lucy, would do it again in a second if the boys told her to.
"You bitches did that real well," said Ricky. He had a big smile on his face, and he was staggering, pointing his finger at the women. Too much wine, Lucy realized.
"Yeah, real well," said Jack, also staggering. "Just like a couple of lesbians."
"Maybe that's what they are," said Sam. He took a long drink from the bottle, then handed the bottle to Bill.
"I wouldn't be surprised," said Bill. "What else would a couple of old-maid teachers be except lesbians." He drank heartily, and almost fell down.
The newcomers laughed aloud and added their own insults, but Lucy didn't say anything. She knew the truth about herself. She knew she was no lesbian. She was all woman. And in the future any man who attracted her would quickly find that out.
"Lesbians or no lesbians," yelled Ricky, "I haven't finished with them yet. Chain them up to the wall, so I can whip the shit out of them."
Lucy thought he was kidding. She glanced at Clara, saw the woman's eyes suddenly grow big as saucers, then looked back at Ricky. He was walking toward the corner shelf, trying his damnedest to keep his balance. She looked over at the others. They were closing in on her. Though good and drunk, they apparently still had some partying to do.
Though Clara and she both struggled desperately, they soon found themselves with their backs to the wall, their arms above their heads, and their wrists once more in shackles. The teachers stood side by side, whimpering softly as Ricky approached, carrying a long black leather whip.
"Oh, shit, look at that thing!" Clara pressed her ass backwards, but was unable to hide in the wall.
Lucy agreed with her friend. Maybe this whip didn't have nine cords, but the one cord it did have looked deadly. A shiver raced up her spine when she thought of what might happen if that tough leather cord cracked against her naked tit.
Ricky didn't waste time. He got into position directly in front of the teachers and prepared to swing his whip. The others stepped back out of his way-far back, for he was obviously drunk, and his aim might not be perfect.
"Prepare to die, bitches! I'll pluck your fucking eyes out with this thing. Which of you wants to be first?" He drew back the whip and looked over the four jutting tits before him.
"Why don't you start with me, big shot?"
"Or me, you big dumb fuck!"
Lucy was as startled by the strange voices as the six youths were. She looked up quickly and saw two tall muscular square-jawed men standing in the doorway. They wore tight jeans, white tee shirts, blue jean jackets, and yellow hard-hats. Scowls showed on their faces. Huge cock bulges showed in their crotches. They didn't seem in the least bit intimidated by the six youths; in fact, they had their hands in their pockets as they walked forward.
"Hey, man, this is a private party," said Sam, and he ran, drunkenly, over to them, his fists clenched.
The first man drove his foot into Sam's balls. The other one slammed his fist into the boy's nose. Sam reeled heavily, grabbed his cock, let loose a deep groan, then collapsed to the floor, his nose a bloody mess.
"Shit, motherfucker, you can't do that to my friend." Bill went to Sam's rescue and got caught by a flurry of punches that sent him to the floor, howling in pain.
"Now who's next?" said the first hard hat, stepping forward.
The newcomers, Roy and Willie, sheepishly sidled past the strangers, then fled out the door without looking back, apparently no longer interested in becoming members of the gang.
"All right, big shot," said the first hard hat, "either use that whip or drop it, before I wring your neck with it." Ricky let the whip fall to the floor, then slowly edged towards the door.
"Hey, man, we were just having a little fun, that's all," said Jack. "No harm in that, is there?"
"No harm!" cried Clara. "Why, you bastard! You've been torturing us all evening! In all sorts of ways! How dare you act as if you haven't done anything! How dare you!" Her shouts turned to sobs, and she lowered her head in shame.
"You punks," said the second hard hat, "pick up your friends and get the fuck out of here before I call the cops. And don't ever come back. If I catch you in this warehouse again, I'll personally cut your pricks off and make sure you never rape another woman. Now get!"
Ricky and Jack helped Sam and Bill to the door. They stopped in the doorway when Jack thought to return for their clothes.
"Dammit, Kent," said the first hard hat, "I think we ought to cut their cocks off right now, after what they did to these two fine women."
"Yeah, maybe I was too easy on them. Have you got your knife, Paul?"
The clothes were forgotten as all four youths raced down the hallway to the staircase, then up and out into the night air. Above the pitter-patter of their footsteps could be heard Kent's and Paul's laughter.
Lucy pictured in her mind six ego-shattered youths running naked through the streets, half crazy from booze and fear, most likely too afraid to ever do again what they did tonight.
She chuckled briefly, then forgot the youths and turned her attention to the two big hunks standing before her. Her rescuers!
"How on earth did you find us?" she asked when their laughter had subsided. "We didn't think anyone knew we were here."
"We didn't know you were here," said Paul, his curly blonde locks showing beneath his hard hat. "We had no idea what was happening down in this basement. Our finding and rescuing you was pure luck."
"Yeah," said Kent, black chest hairs showing above the collar of his tee shirt, "we work over in the railroad yard. But we know the owner of this warehouse. He's been puzzled for some time about the size of his electric bill, can't figure out how an empty warehouse can use so much electricity. He suspected hanky-panky, and he asked us to stop by tonight after work and have a look-see."
"And it's a good thing you did," said Lucy, loving the way Paul was eyeing her naked thighs and cunt. "You probably saved our lives."
"We may still die," said Clara, "unless someone gets us out of these damned shackles."
"Oh, of course," said Kent. "Here, let me help you."
"And you can help me," said Lucy to Paul. "I'm too weak to get down by myself."
When he undid the shackles, Lucy fell into his arms and flattened her tits against his hard chest. He reached for her ass, and she moaned joyfully and ground her cunt into his cock bulge. She noticed Clara scowling at her, but ignored her and gave Paul her full attention.
"I think you should be rewarded for your bravery. What do you think, handsome?"
Paul smiled down at her, and said: "I'll take whatever you give me, baby. And I'll take it right now."
"Well, I'm giving you my pussy, so take it. Now!"
"What are you going to give me for my reward?" Kent asked Clara after he had let her down.
"Not a damned thing! Hell, I'm not a whore. I'm a good girl in spite of everything that happened tonight. Now, if I can just find some clothes, I'll be leaving. And if I never see a man again in my life, it'll be too soon."
Lucy, hearing Clara's words, separated from Paul, raced over to the middle of the room, picked something up off the floor, and hurried back to Clara. Then, before Clara could figure out what Lucy was up to, Lucy dug a handful of pink ointment out of a small blue jar and smeared the cream all over the woman's cunt. Clara's cunt was completely plastered before she could do anything about it.
"Oh, no! Not that shit again! Damn you, Lucy! Damn you! I'll never forgive you for this! Never!"
"What's happening?" asked Kent. "What is that stuff?"
"Never mind," said Lucy. "Just wait five minutes, then you'll get your reward. Boy, oh, boy, will you get a reward!"
"What about me?" asked Paul. "How long do I have to wait?"
"You don't have to wait at all, lover. Get naked and join me on the floor. I'm already hot as shit."
Once shed of his clothes, Paul was all muscle and cock. Lucy couldn't have been happier as she pulled him down to her and covered his mouth with hers. She wrestled with his lips as passionately as she could, nearly drawing all his breath out of him. Then she snaked her tongue into his mouth and licked his gums and teeth. Her tits heaved against his hairy chest the whole time as her passion became uncontrollable.
She kissed him feverishly, panting and moaning like a wild woman. She had no inhibitions, no restraints, not any more. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his prick, squeezing it until it stiffened. Then she began working her fist up and down his prickshaft, kissing him the whole while.
She shivered when he circled his arms around her slim waist and drew her tight against him.
Her heart even skipped a beat. She loved it all, knelt there on the floor with him, entangled, without a care in the world.
She licked the roof of his mouth, then his inner cheeks, then battled with his tongue. But his cock was her first love. She beat it steadily, moving her fist up and down, stroking his cock root and his cock head and everything in between. She brought his prick to life, and soon began to feel like a child playing with a stick of dynamite.
She grew wilder as the heat built up in her hand. She reached lower and gathered his balls in her palm, holding them gently as he shivered against her. The rough ball hairs tickled her fingers, while the soft throbbing played with her nerves.
She rolled Paul's nuts back and forth in her hand, enjoying them too much to let go just yet. She squeezed them between her thumb and forefinger until they nearly flattened. She bounced his balls around, playing her type of ball game. They were like new toys to her, and she couldn't get enough.
But she released them unwillingly when Paul started moaning and groaning and threatening to blow his wad all over her fingers. She didn't want his precious cum there; she already had a place reserved for it. So she moved her hand back up his cock root and began stroking his long fat cock shaft once more.
"Ungh!" he moaned, breaking their lip grip. "You give a great handjob. How are you at blowjobs?"
"I thought you'd never ask." With a smile, Lucy bent over and sucked the man's cock head into her mouth. She kept her fingers wrapped around his cock root, however, to keep his prick from getting away from her. With his cock thus under control, she began exploring his flaring piss hole.
"Oh, I love it, baby. I love it. Your tongue is out of this world." He brushed her long brown hair out of the way of her lips, then began stroking her cheek lovingly.
Lucy plucked one drop of cum after another out of his piss hole, swallowing each as if it were a drop of honey. She licked his piss hole dry with her greasy tongue, then began tasting his wide cock rim.
Her tongue moved round and round, tantalizing all the nerves and making them twitch wildly. Paul writhed beneath her tongue, responding to each flick and slither. She grasped his hairy thigh with one hand and calmed him down.
When she finished her tongue-dancing performance, Lucy opened her mouth wide and deep-throated Paul's prick. She made his cock disappear completely, such was her greed. The heat was wonderful to her; so was the taste. She smacked hungrily on the stiff fuck pole, determined to enjoy herself.
She then began working her hps up and down the long greasy prick, stroking every inch of the fucker. She soaked it with her spit until it shone in the overhead light. She also gave it a rosy glow, which deepened more and more with every suck. And those sucks were loud and sloppy, and getting sloppier.
"Yeah! That feels so good. Oh, yeah!" Paul swung his head dreamily as he watched the teacher blow his prick.
Lucy stroked the man's hairy thighs as she tasted his prick. His wiry hairs tickled between her fingers and scratched her palms, but she wasn't complaining, not one bit.
She swallowed his prick again and again, grunting each time his cock head speared the back of her throat. She loved his cock so much she didn't mind being speared. Hell, she loved the feeling! She wanted to devour his prick; she was content to let it slip in and out of her mouth, so that she resembled a child with a lollipop.
Strands of her hair caressed Paul's thighs as she bobbed her head up and down. They tickled his tender flesh, mopped up some of her spit, and often got in the way of her sucking hps.
Though her caressing hair sent shivers up and down his thighs, it was her sucking lips that made him groan. She moved them feverishly up and down his red cock shaft, massaging every bump and vein that appeared in her path. Paul shifted his ass nervously, then cradled her bobbing head with both hands.
Lucy pumped up Paul's prick until the fucker was as big as it could get without erupting. It stretched her cheeks grotesquely and made her eyes bug out. His cock bulge throbbed against the roof of her mouth, as if ready to blow. His piss-slit oozed shamelessly. She decided that if she was ever going to ride this motherfucker she had better do so right now while it was still stiff and full of jizz.
So, with some reluctance, Lucy spat out Paul's prick and lifted her head. She was still gasping for air when she raised one knee and straddled the muscular thighs in front of her. Paul, too, was eager: he lay back on the floor and guided the teacher's pussy to his rock-hard cock.
Lucy took notice of the starved look in Paul's eyes; there was no doubt in her mind but that he was hot for her. Great, she told herself, she was hot for him too. But just before she plunged her pussy down upon his spit-soaked cock, she took the time to check out her friend Clara.
To her surprise and joy, Clara was lying on her back on the floor, with her legs and arms wrapped tightly around Kent. The blonde was getting the shit fucked out of her, and was howling and moaning deliriously. Lucy listened to her animal sounds, watched the writhing and humping bodies, sniffed the heavy aroma of cock and cunt. She chuckled, then turned back to Paul and his magnificent prick.
Licking her hps with an excitement she usually reserved for her birthdays, Lucy reached under her and guided Paul's prick into her driving pussy hole. Shivers swept through her body. She gasped and rolled her eyes. But she kept pushing her pussy downwards, swallowing more and more of his prick.
Boy, he's got a big one! She realized happily.
"Ohhhh!" groaned Paul as he reached up and grabbed hold of her hips. "All the way, baby. Take all of it into you."
Lucy tried to. Her dripping cunt juices, which oiled the cock's path, allowed her to. She grunted and gasped and pushed and heaved until the man's balls were snug against her cunt hps.
The fit was a tight one; it was as if her pussy walls were glued to his cock shaft. Lucy threw back her head and grabbed hold of her own tits as a violent shiver rocked her body.
"Fuck me, baby, fuck me! Ride my cock!" He bucked upwards and stabbed her pussy with his cock bulge. She shrieked as she got the message.
Holding her tits in her fists, Lucy began bouncing on the man's lap, forcing her clinging pussy up and down his cock shaft. Her ass rose and fell, her cheeks jiggling like jelly behind her. The bouncing was slow and steady, but very effective.
"Ungh!" he groaned, grimacing. "Oh, what a pussy! Just like a hot rubber glove!" He tightened his grip on her waist and helped her bounce.
"Ohhhh!-Mmmm!" Lucy shook her head and rubbed her tits frantically as she enjoyed the huge prick inside her pussy.
She kept bouncing, while resting on her knees. Her pussy stroked Paul's prick from its thick root to its slippery bulb, igniting every nerve and making the prick throb. She greased it as she stroked it, so that squishing noises began to emanate from her cunt. The squishing noises steadily increased, as did the friction inside her cunt.
"Eeee!" she squealed, nearly yanking her tits right off. "Your cock is so deep. I can't believe it. Oh, wow!"
Her pussy muscles sucked in his cock repeatedly, and her tight cunt kept it plenty hot, hot enough to blow her mind. She drooled and babbled and whimpered shamelessly as one lightning bolt after another swept through her cunt.
The bliss in her pussy was so great she gladly impaled herself. She couldn't imagine anything finer than riding Paul's big prick. And she rode it well; began to bounce harder and faster.
Soon her hair was dancing about her shoulders. Her tits, in spite of the firm grip she had on them, shook wildly. Her asscheeks plopped in his lap, the sound of flesh slapping flesh loud in the air. And her cunt lips hammered his nuts. She panted and groaned as her lust soared higher and higher.
His hairy thighs began to scratch her ass. Her tits started throbbing in her fists. Her cunt was a swollen, tingling mass of raw nerves. She sighed deeply, thinking herself the luckiest woman in the world and hoping this ride would never end.
His cockhead speared her cunt from all angles, jarring her cunt walls and her senses. His hairy cock root scraped against her clit like sandpaper on wood and made her eyes bug out. She loved it. She loved it all. And she told him so.
She started grunting like a pig and trembling all over when the friction inside her cunt reached unbearable limits. She bounced harder, started pumping her cunt. She knew what was happening, but tried to hold on for as long as she could.
"You're about to come, aren't you?" he asked, stroking her ass and hips. "Yeah, I can feel your cum on my cock and balls. Feels good. Everything about you feels good."
"Your cock is making me come! It's the greatest thing I ever had in my life!"
"It is, huh? Well, here's a little more of it!" Paul bucked up harder and nearly drove his prick right through her body.
"Aaaggghh!" she cried, nearly losing her balance. "Shiiiyyy iiitt!''
"Take that! And that!" Paul bucked like a rodeo bronco and damned near bucked her right off him.
"Ohhhh! Eeee!" she cried. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Lucy rolled back her eyes as orgasmic spasms began sweeping through her. She rocked and rolled on his lap for several seconds, her mind a blur. Then she screamed as her fuck juices erupted all over his cock and balls.
Paul kept bucking, driving his prick up and down her spasming cunt. He made her cry out again and again. He made her wet cunt squish. He had to hold her steady with both hands to keep her from falling to the floor.
Finally, his own eyes rolled back. His lips began to quiver. He clenched his teeth and strained his muscles as he drove his cock deep one final time and blew his wad against her cunt walls.
"Ungh!" he grunted. "I'm coming! Aaaggghh!" He flooded her tight cunt with his creamy jizz and made her fuck box extremely sticky. But Lucy loved it.
Lucy, leaning forward to sink her fingers into his chest, used the last of her strength to milk his prick dry. She drew his cum right out of his balls and sucked it into her already-loaded cunt. She shivered and whimpered as she milked, and heard him moaning and gasping. They were so closely attached; their fucking had been so good; she was all smiles as she collapsed on top of him and rested her head on his chest.
Lucy could see Clara sucking Kent's cock. The blonde was sucking madly and didn't seem to be under any force. Lucy chuckled, then spoke to the woman.
"How does that big cock taste, Clara?"
Clara lifted her head, and said, "Great!" Then she went back to sucking.
"You know, it would be great if the four of us could go back to my house and spend the weekend together. I'd like to taste Kent's prick myself, and I'm sure you'd like to taste Paul's. How about it, Clara?"
Again she lifted her head. "Sure, sounds like a great idea. Let's do that, later." She lowered her head once more.
"And from now on I think we should be a little more considerate of the boys in our classes. After all, this is a difficult time in their lives, and they need all the help they can get. I think it's our duty as teachers to give them plenty of help. A quick fuck between classes and a couple of blowjobs before and after school won't hurt either of us, and the boys'll love it. So what do you say, Clara? Will you give the boys what they need?"
"Yes, yes," she said, lifting her head again, "I'll fuck and suck the whole lot of them, gladly! Hell, I was going to suggest just that to you. Those boys need a couple of ripe cunts like ours. Yes, I'll fuck them. But right now, all I want to do is finish sucking this big prick right here. So will you please shut up and let me!" She lowered her head again and started sucking.
Lucy could only smile as she watched her naked friend's head bob up and down. Clara had really changed, for the better. They both had.
