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Authors name: Wiley06
Story title : Portervill High: Maria's Revenge
Part 10 of 11 parts
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Porterville High: Maria's Revenge
Part 1.9
By Wiley06
Amy was pissed off when she got home: that bitch
Princess hadn't even bothered to clean herself off
before she came home. Now she would have to clean the
cum from her asshole and wipe it away from her thighs;
the taste in her mouth was nasty, too. Still, she
thought, it was better than before, with Princess
threatening to take over her life at any moment and
destroy her. Now Princess would only come out when
Achilles told her to; she was disgusted at the things
Princess allowed Achilles to do to her -- how could
she like that? -- but better her than me, she thought.
She washed up, feeling good for the first time in
weeks; the old Amy Sanders, the winner, was back.
Friday rolled around, and Maria couldn't concen-
trate on anything. She had spent the last few days
reading various bondage books and magazines and watch-
ing bondage videos, trying to learn the best way to
torture her bitch of a teacher, Ms. Sara Ellsworth.
She had formulated a plan which, she thought, would
give her the most satisfaction and her teacher the most
pain. All she could do, all day, was imagine what it
would be like, punishing Ms. Ellsworth until she
screamed.
Jim spent part of the day down in the boiler room
of the school preparing things for Maria and Sara. It
took a while to get everything in place, but he wanted
everything to be perfect. He had told Maria that Sara
was all hers to use today, neither he nor Achilles
would interfere. Still, he thought, if what Achilles
had told him this morning was true, he wouldn't have
to go without pussy while he watched Sara get hers. He
smiled as he thought about it and rubbed his cock
through his jeans; if Achilles had really managed to
turn Amy into a piece of fuck meat he was prepared to
be impressed. Besides, he had always wanted to ream
out that cold bitch of a teenager.
Princess met Achilles in the orange grove after
school as he commanded her to, wearing a short skirt
and blouse, and was surprised when he led her immedi-
ately back toward the school from the rear. She was
even more surprised when he led her down into the
bowels of the school, using a key ring of keys to let
him past several locked doors. Nothing, though, pre-
pared her for what she saw when Achilles led her into
the boiler room, dodging overhead pipes until they
made it into a clear area. Before her eyes, she saw
one of her teachers, Ms. Ellsworth, standing naked,
spread-eagled with her arms chained to overhead pipes
and her legs chained to eye-hooks screwed into the
concrete floor. Two cameras, one facing her from the
front from an angle, and the other from the back at
the same angle, stood on tripods focused on her and
the janitor, a big black man, who was running his
hands all over her nude body.
Sara's eyes widened in surprise as she saw, who
was it, Amy, Amy Sanders, follow Achilles into the
boiler room. Oh God, she thought, not another one,
but she also grew more excited. She had known that
today was not going to be the standard torture and
fuck day, since she had been tied there for at least
half of an hour and Jim still hadn't fucked her, hadn't
even hurt her. All he did was run his hands gently
over her body and rub his own prick through his pants,
driving her wild with desire. She could barely move,
though, chained as she was. Another girl, though --
she had never had another girl; the thought turned her
on as she watched Amy stare at her in surprise. Such
a beautiful young woman, Sara thought, thinking of what
Jim might have planned for her, for them, and growing
more and more excited.
Princess gasped and looked at Achilles, who seemed
completely unperturbed. "I've brought you here," he
said placidly, "for two reasons. First, to show you
what will happen to you if you ever disobey me. Second,
since Jim and I may or may not be using Sara today and
her punishment is sure to turn us on, you're here for
both of us to use. Do you understand?"
"Yes master," she said, and she did understand.
Her master was going to share his little slut Princess
with his big black friend: she trembled inside as she
thought of it. To watch that woman's debasement -- she
admired her trim, firm body with its luscious curves --
while being used by someone she didn't even know: she
shuddered in excitement, feeling her cunt grow moist
and tingly.
"Why don't you go and beg Jim to give him a blow-
job? I'll go and get the show started." With that, he
headed toward a remote, hidden corner of the room.
Princess licked her lips and, placing her hands
behind her back, walked nervously over to Jim: he was
huge, intimidating, the way he grinned down at her
while he absently tweaked Sara's breast. She moved
really close to him, feeling arousal rise in her
sluttish body at the nearness of such a man, and looked
up into his dark face. "Please master Jim, please let
me suck your big, hard cock. Please fill my mouth with
your hot come; let me taste every inch of your prick.
Please," she whined one final time.
Looking down at this young white cunt begging to
blow him, Jim was amazed: Achilles had done quite a
job on her. "Well, little girl," he said, "take off
all your clothes and kneel in front of that table over
there," motioning to the side where he had set up a
table for him and Achilles to watch the action. He
smiled as she quickly disrobed and kneeled before the
table. Giving Sara's tit one last slap, he slowly
undressed and then headed over to see how well Achilles'
bitch could suck dick.
Sara couldn't believe her ears: they may or may
not fuck her?! What was going on? They bring in this
slut -- she couldn't believe how Amy was acting -- and
say they were only going to watch? Watch what? What
was going to happen to her? She wanted to ask, but was
afraid, afraid of being hit and afraid of the answer.
For the first time since she had given into her passion
for pain and degradation, she began to feel apprehen-
sion.
Maria sat in the corner of the boiler room, fear,
nervousness, and anticipation struggling within the pit
of her stomach. She had put on her costume fifteen
minutes ago and put all her torture devices in a small
leather bag; now she was waiting, wondering whether she
had the courage to go through with this. If she could
just have the bitch alone, or even if she could just
hurt the bitch normally, but Jim had insisted she do it
his way, with certain liberties allowed her. She
realized that Jim and the partner he had talked about
would probably want to fuck her: could she go through
with this? Then she thought about what Ms. Sara
Ellsworth had done to her: she had had her raped by
three boys. It had shattered her life; she could not
forgive that.
It was pay back time, she thought, and a righteous
anger filled her: what she was going to do to that
fucking cunt... Anything was worth that, anything.
She was startled when Achilles stuck his head
around the edge of a large boiler and told her it was
time before dashing off to take his place in this
little drama. She breathed in deeply and stood up on
the three inch spike heels she was wearing, picked up
her bag in one hand and a three foot, very flexible,
reed switch in the other, and walked toward the center
of the room.
The first thing she noticed when she stepped into
sight of Sara, Achilles, and Jim, was the brightness of
the room. Peripherally she saw Achilles standing naked
behind one of two cameras set up in the room, pointing
it at her, and she saw Jim, sitting on a low table to
her right with his hand on the back of a naked blond
girl's head getting a blowjob. These sights, though,
were mere distractions to her; in the middle of the
space, standing tied spread-eagled, was Ms. Sara
Ellsworth, a look of shock and terror on her face as
she saw and recognized Maria. An expression of pure
hate twisted Maria's features as she squared her
shoulders, set down her bag, and strolled meaningfully
over to face her teacher.
Jim was sitting enjoying a pretty good blowjob
from Achilles' slut, thinking that what she lacked in
experience she sure made up for in enthusiasm, when he
caught sight of Maria as she strode out of the shadows
toward Sara. She was a vision of a bondage goddess,
Jim thought, eyeing her with deep appreciation and
lust. Her legs were encased up to mid thigh in high-
heeled leather boots, making them seem even shapelier
and longer than they already were and focusing atten-
tion on pair of small, leather panties with barely
covered her patch of pubic hair. Her upper thighs and
firm stomach were creamy olive in color up to her belly
button before the rest of her waist was cinched firmly
in by a black bodice which lifted and squeezed her
overfull breasts together and up, revealing the tops
of her mounds almost down to her nipples.
Her face was the only thing which jarred with the
image of a leather goddess in his mind: it was young,
a fifteen year olds face thickly done up in harsh
makeup. Dark red lipstick brought out the fullness of
her mouth and lips; a base smoothed her already smooth
skin; heavy black eyeliner and eyelash thickener made
her dark eyes darker. Jim watched as she moved with
the sureness of a tiger ready to pounce, feeling his
balls contract and approach orgasm at the very sight
of her.
Sara was stunned. Maria, Maria would kill her,
she thought. She was terrified of Maria; Maria had
reason to hate her, to hurt her. She glanced wildly
over at Jim, who only smiled cruelly, and then at
Achilles, who was hidden behind a camera. Oh god, she
thought, don't let this happen, as she tried to cower
away from the girl she had had raped and broke out in
a sweat.
Maria saw the fear in Sara's eyes and a feeling
of absolute power welded to joy flowed through her.
All hers, she thought, this bitch was all hers.
"Please," Sara whimpered softly, begging for Maria
not to do what she knew Maria was going to do.
"SHUT UP!" Maria yelled viciously, bringing the
switch down blazingly fast and hard against the outside
of Sara's left breast. Sara bit her lip and cried out
inwardly, barely suppressing a shout of pain as agony
ripped through her.
"SHUT UP!" Maria yelled again, a fury overtaking
her as the pent up tension of her wait, and her hatred
of this woman broke forth, spilling over into a rapid
series of blows across Sara's tits with the switch.
<WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK> went the
switch as it landed again and again against Sara's
breasts. She clenched her teeth as pain coursed
through her, each blow feeling like it was tearing a
piece of flesh from her breast. She finally screamed
when Maria struck her across the nipple, pain exploding
across her chest and darkening her mind as she trembled
and shook against her bonds. "AAAAHHHHHHGGGGG!" she
cried, "Please stop! Stop! AAAAAAAAAAA!" as the beat-
ing seemed to go on forever. Finally Maria stopped,
panting in released rage, and Sara hung limply against
her arms for a moment, the burning pain in her breasts
seeming to spread across her entire torso. She moaned
as it reached her groin and she felt herself grow
moist: even this? she thought to herself, trying to
regain her footing.
Princess was happily sucking on Jim's large black
cock, not as large as her master's, she thought pride-
fully, thinking about how debased she was. It excited
her to think that here she was, an upper middle class
white girl was on her knees servicing a big black stud
like Jim -- and he was a janitor! Her master knew what
he was doing when he brought her here; she needed to be
treated like this, like some common whore. She heard
the clacking of heels on concrete and wanted to turn
her head, but Jim's hand was in her hair and his cock
was in her mouth so she couldn't look. Still, she felt
Jim's excitement and clenched her thighs together,
feeling her juices begin to drip sluggishly down her
inner thighs, with the thought that soon he would fill
her mouth with come. She started when she heard shout-
ing and the viscous whacking sound of flesh being
struck followed by screams of pain, but turned her
attention more eagerly toward teasing the come from the
cock in her mouth, for she felt his cock begin to
expand slightly in her mouth and his hand tighten on
the back of her head. Suddenly he groaned and large
wads of his come splattered against the back of her
mouth, and she swallowed eagerly, luxuriating in the
feel of his come sliding slickly down her throat. She
squeezed her legs together and felt the small bloom of
an orgasm rush through her body; it was so good, so
good to be doing this, to be treated like this.
Maria panted with exertion as Sara struggled to
regain her feet. She lowered the switch and, turning,
put it on the ground next to her leather bag. Opening
the bag, she pulled out a two foot long gleaming stain-
less steel needle, sharp on both ends, which she held
in the palms of both hands as she showed it to Sara.
She felt incredible: adrenaline was coursing through
her body, giving her an incredible rush and exciting
her beyond belief. She never would have thought that
hurting another person would give her such pleasure,
but hurting Sara Ellsworth certainly did.
"Do you know what I'm going to do with this,
Sara?" she asked silkily, holding the long needle
before her eyes.
Sara could imagine a thousand things Maria might
do, so she begged, pleaded, "Please, please don't hurt
me anymore," all the while feeling the pain in her
breasts turn into an erotic throbbing which made her
cunt run even more freely with its juices. She was
scared and in pain at the same time, and it was, she
admitted in the back of her head, and incredible turn
on; but she didn't want any more pain, certainly not
the type of pain she knew Maria had in store for her.
She grimaced and gasped in pain as Maria gripped
her left nipple between her fingernails and pulled it
away from her body, stretching it into a small, dark
red cone. She felt her blood pound through her abused
nipple and screamed "NOOOO! NOOOO! OH GOD NOOOO!
DON'T! PLEASE!" as she saw Maria bring the tip of the
long needle against the outside of her breast. Her
screams turned into shrieks of pure agony as Maria
slowly pressed the needle into her distended nipple,
piercing the flesh as she inexorably drove the needle
into her teachers nipple.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!"
Sara screamed as she felt the needle tear through the
tender flesh of her nipple and, dragging the ripped
flesh around its puncture with it, tear out the other
side, completely piercing the small red bud topping her
breast. She quivered and shook and tried to pull her
breast away from this torture, but Maria held her tight
between her fingernails, drawing even more blood from
the very tip of her nipple as they dug painfully into
the nib of Sara's nipple. The agony was excruciating,
narrowing her consciousness down to that one small,
tortured point on her body as she screamed her throat
raw. Finally the pain abated somewhat, dulling to a
sharp throbbing which drew ragged cried from her throat
at each beat of her pounding heart.
Maria released her teacher's nipple and looked
with pleasure upon her accomplishment: the needle
neatly pierced Sara's nipple, two thin streams of blood
running down either side of her breast to join at its
base before drying just before reaching her naval. The
very tip of the nipple, where she had gripped it be-
tween her fingernails, was suitably bruised and swollen
with blood and fluid oozing out through the torn flesh.
She reveled in the small cries of pain her teacher made
and looked up into her eyes, smiling as she saw the
agony and dismay etched deeply on Sara's face.
"I'm not done yet," she said cruelly, still hold-
ing the needle with her fingers, earning a look of
complete terror from Ms. Ellsworth.
Achilles was excited beyond belief as he watched
Maria sadistically pierce her teacher's nipple and
heard the screams of inhuman agony torn from her
throat; he was getting it all on tape, too, which made
it even better. He eagerly made his way over to were
both Jim and Princess, Jim still sitting on the table
and his cock slowly beginning to resuscitate and
Princess still kneeling on the ground beside Jim's leg,
were both entranced with the theater going on in front
of them. He quickly grabbed Princess by the hair and
commanded her to stand up and grab her ankles, where-
upon he grabbed her hips and quickly thrust into her
sopping cunt, sighing at the feel of the soft folds
of skin engulfing his prick.
Princess was once again denied the sight of the
woman's torture, but the cock in her cunt assuaged that
disappointment. The scene before her had been so
horrible, so twistedly erotic, that it had driven her
to another orgasm before her master had demanded use
of her cunt. She heard the woman's screams resume and
knew that the girl was driving the spike through her
other nipple, the sounds of the woman's sexual agony
bringing her even closer to orgasm as her master's cock
pounded her furiously from behind, almost knocking her
over with each thrust, only holding her up with the
firm grip his hands had on her hips.
Maria stepped back and viewed her handiwork, her
cunt moist and slick from her exertions. Both Sara's
nipples were pierced through with the single, long
needle, the weight of which dragged both her breasts
down slightly. Two thin trails of blood, coming from
each of her nipples, had dried against her skin just
before reaching her belly button. The bitch herself
was quivering in pain as she tried to maintain her
balance, low moans of agony coming from her throat
each time her shaking body made her breasts swing even
a little bit.
Turning back to her bag, Maria pulled out a thin
cord and tied it tight to the center of the needle,
between Sara's breasts, and, feeding out line, walked
about ten feet away draped the other end of the cord
over a pipe about head high. Slowly she pulled the
cord tight, earning a long, drawn out moan from her
teacher, until the bitch's breasts were distended into
fleshy cones, the point of piercing of each nipple
beginning to bleed again under the tension of the rope.
Maria pulled it a little tighter then quickly tied it
off.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA," Sara moaned as she felt
her breasts stretched into fleshy cones of meat; it
felt like her nipples were going to be ripped off by
the pressure. The agony of the torture of her breasts
had spread throughout her body, which was tense and
sweating with strain, making her cunt burn with need.
She couldn't help it; the worse the pain became, the
more her pussy demanded released, and now it was burn-
ing with a need more torturous than the piercing of her
nipples, her juice slicking the insides of her thighs
and dripping off from the sides of her knees to form a
small puddle on the ground between her legs.
"Please, please touch me," she begged as Maria
returned carrying a curious black box with a dial
connected to three long wires ending in small clamps.
"Oh, the whore wants to come?" Maria spat sarcas-
tically, turning to her audience. "Do you think this
cunt deserves that pleasure? Well I don't." It was
better than she imagined; she had thought she only
wanted to torture the bitch, but making her beg for
sex while she inflicted torture after torture upon her
was even better. She felt a thrill of excitement as
she clipped one of the clamps to the end of the needle
through Sara's nipples and another clamp through the
other end. The third clamp she held up before the
bitch's eyes and smiled before kneeling down right in
front of her gaping, dripping pussy. Placing her
fingers just on the outside of the front of her snatch,
Maria pulled her labia apart, exposing Sara's clit,
glistening with lubrication. She quickly snapped the
clip onto her teacher's clit and received a satis-
factory shuddering in response.
Oh god, Sara thought as the clamp closed tightly
over her clit, sending more shooting pain through her
body, it had almost brought her off. A little more and
she would have come: how she needed to come! She hung
her head and strained against her chains, trying to
bring herself off, but it was no use. She looked up and
saw Maria standing before her holding four stick pins,
having set the black box down on the ground in front of
her. She saw her tormentor kneel down and suddenly
turn the dial on the box, and she immediately felt its
results. It felt like a thousand tiny mules were kick-
ing her nipples, breasts, clit, and cunt as the elec-
tricity flowed into her body. It thrummed through her
sex and breasts, slowly increasing as Maria turned the
dial. Her whole body tensed to the pounding of the
current and the throbbing of her blood in her ears.
She closed her eyes as the current transformed all the
pain in her body, turning it an agonizingly heightened
sensation coursing across her nerves.
She screamed as a sharp, tearing pain hit her
breast, looking to see Maria driving one of her pins
down into the flesh of her breast. Again the pain in
her breast as Maria drove another pin into her; and
again with her other breast. Now her vision was
fading into and out of black as the sensations
engulfing her body overwhelmed her: they were not
pain and they were not pleasure, just an unbearable
screaming of tortured nerves. Her whole body shook
under the barrage of electricity, her legs and stomach
tense. The fourth pin entered her breast near the
nipple, and she screamed, not hearing her own voice,
as she finally lost control of her bladder, her warm
urine splattering on the floor and sprinkling her feet,
ankles, and calves. Far away, she felt hands on her
shoulders -- she was floating in an agony of sensation
-- and she felt a deep thumping at her pelvis as Maria
kneed her in the groin. <Thump> <Thump> <Thump> the
knee pounded her sex, and she shrieked like a lost soul
as a hot, blistering wind swept through her tormented
body, originating from her cunt and coursing across
the raw nerves of her body, sending her thrashing
against her bonds in an orgasm of pain. She shrieked
and shrieked, completely engulfed by this unbearable
sensation which was both agony and ecstasy, before
darkness clouded her vision and she fell heavily
against her bonds, hanging from her arms in oblivion.
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