t hat the headmistress's secretary, Paul, was in on these bizarre sexual games was without doubt, and she had to assume the headmistress also knew about everything that had been done to her. The entire faculty must know, and perhaps everyone in the entire school participated on some level. She couldn't believe that, but what Ingrid had said to her, that she was the Seniors' to do with as they desired, certainly suggested it. If so, there was nothing she could do but run away, and she thought they would know if she tried, would stop her and torment her worse than they had done; perhaps they would even do to her what they had done to Su Lee. To be bound to the floor and fucked like and animal--she shuddered, shying away from her own reactions to what she had seen. But they kept coming back to her: her arousal to being fucked, and the horrible orgasm which she had when Paul had fucked her in the ass; her multiple orgasms as she saw Su Lee being mounted by dog after dog, and her surprise, and yes, she admitted to herself, her arousal, when she saw pleasure cross Su Lee's face. She couldn't understand her own arousal at the brutal treatment she had received, how could she understand Su Lee's?

She shook herself as she felt her vagina grow damp and her labia swell at these remembrances. She curled up again and tried to drive the pictures of Su Lee's abuse from her mind. It was awful what they had done to her, she thought, her mind becoming cloudy with sleep, awful.... She became groggily aware of people entering her room carrying a large bundle, which they threw on Su Lee's bed. Sleep pulled her back to unconscousness before she could see what was happening. She awoke early the next morning to see Su Lee curled up into a fetal position on her bed. She lay there asleep, naked, and Karen could see the ugly marks of whips and cane covering her body. She wanted to go over and take her in her arms, to hold her and comfort her; but what could she say? What could she do? She was there to see what had happened...she pulled back and shook her head, her brown hair swinging across her back. No, she couldn't. Then she noticed an envelope on her dresser; it wasn't there when she had come back last night. She fearfully opened it and read:

Dearest Karen,

Greetings to the Covenant School for Girls from your headmistress Samantha Kane. I have seen the tapes and know that by now you have been introduced to the main extracurricular activity at our school. In case you are in any way confused by your present situation, this letter is designed to clear up those confusions. First of all, let me make it very clear that your main purpose here, besides obtaining a first class education, is to service myself, my secretary, the faculty, the seniors, the juniors, and the members of Delta Sigma Pi, in that order, in any way they desire. Let me repeat myself: you are to obey the preceding without question.

Now I realize that certain demands that we may make upon your person may cause you certain discomfort; practice patience and forebearance, and realize that no member of the above will be allowed to permanently injure you in any way, or to impact your schoolwork negatively. Also realize that next year you will be a Junior here at our school, and therefore free of certain of the strictures which now apply to you, as well as gaining social superiority over the Freshmen and Sophmore.

Now that I have reassured you on the main points of your situation, let me follow with certain simple rules you will be expected to follow while you are a student here.

1) You will wear no underclothes except that provided by one of the above persons.

2) You will speak to one of the above people outside of the classroom only when spoken to.

3) You will refer, outside of the classroom, to the above people as master or mistress, depending on the sex of the person.

If you break any of these rules, realize that you will be punished severely.

One final note, in case you are thinking about revealing our cozy setup here to anyone: we have tapes of everything that has been done to you. Far from being self-incriminating, these tapes will, properly edited, reveal you engaging in consenual, if kinky, sexual escapades, and enjoying yourself immensely. Any story of members of this academy forcing you into unwanted sexual contact will be dismissed by us as either malicious spitefulness, overactive imagination, or "day after" regrets over your sexual experiences.

Respectfully yours,

Samantha Kane

p.s. Please bring this letter with you to my office at 4:00 pm this afternoon.

She shuddered as she read the letter--it seemed hardly possible. Then she looked over at Su Lee, her naked body covered with welts and bruises, and realized it was not only possible, it was. She sat down on the edge of her bed, stunned, vague thoughts and worries running through her horrified mind. She sat unmoving for perhaps an hour, and when she finally did move, it was like an automaton. She had closed her mind off to the world around her; she had pushed everything that had happened out of her mind so that she could cope. She would do her schoolwork and the like and then she would meet with the schoolmistress at 4:00 pm--beyond that her mind refused to function.

At 2:00 two senior girls whom she did not know well came and carried Su Lee away; Karen ignored them, and ignored Su Lee's feeble, sobbing cries for help. At 3:55, she rose from her desk, checked to make sure she was wearing no underwear, and walked unthinkingly to Samantha Kane's office. When she arrived she saw Paul sitting at his desk, his boss's large wooden office door directly behind him. He stood up when he saw her and leered. Karen shied away and murmered, "I'm here to see Ms. Kane."

"I know," he said, moving from behind the desk to put an arm around her. She flinched, but let him guide her passively to Ms. Kane's office door. She didn't even react when he ran his hand caressingly up her outer thigh to massage her naked buttocks. "Too bad," he murmered, "I almost hoped you would disobey." Still massaging her buttocks, he opened the door to Ms. Kane's office and gently pushed her through.

Standing in the headmistress's office, Karen looked up as she heard the door <snick> closed behind her. Her protective complacency shattered as she beheld what was before her, and she backed, shocked, into the door. She had remembered the headmistress as a stern, older woman, about 40 years old, 6' tall and exceedingly handsome. She remembered when she had first seen the headmistress, her brown-blond hair carefully done up, her piercing blue eyes staring sharply at her from amid small wrinkles webbing her face, her full and firm figure gracefully controlled, her full length dress tasteful and unrevealing. The picture before her could not be more different.

Samantha Kane was in the throws of rapture: her medium length hair spilling over shoulders, her face flushed, a small, catlike smile playing on her lips, her back arched back as she kneeled over the face of one of her students, her hands gripping her student's breasts harshly, her own large, full breasts standing out proudly from her chest, her large round nipples distended in pleasure, her ass crushing down into her face, the outward extending penis gag fully embedded in her moist cunt, her juices flowing down onto her helpless student's face. Samantha Kane shuddered in her orgasm while smiling lazily at Karen. Slowly she rose, her pussy sliding easily from the plastic dildo, and moved toward Karen.

Karen was transfixed by the sight of her approaching headmistress, but she couldn't help but glance at the hapless student bound on the floor behind her. A sudden chill went through her as she recognized Su Lee, a penis gag, now covered with Ms. Kane's juices, 1.5" in diameter and extending into as well as 7" out of her mouth. She was lying on her back, her calves strapped with wide leather belts tightly against her thighs. Her thighs were pulled up and back against her sides, pulling her ass into the air, and strapped there with another leather band running just under her small breasts, which also held her arms against her sides. In this position her pussy and ass were obsenely exposed to the several videocameras stationed around the room.

Ms. Kane's voice cut through her thoughts, "Hello Karen, I've been wanting so much to meet you." Her voice had a silky, catlike quality to it, and Karen submitted meekly as she gripped her upper arm and led her around the large desk which Su Lee was lying in front of. Here she could not see her friend, but another sight caught her attention: a stool, one foot high, stood bolted to the floor where a desk chair should have been, and thrusting up from it was a shiny metal dildo. It gleamed in the dim light of the office, and as she followed it down she saw that the chair was "padded" with what looked like small bed of nails, with what looked like a seatbelt attatched to the side.

"Kneel down on the stool, now, dear," Ms. Kane said, positioning Karen over the stool, each leg on either side of it. Karen looked pleadingly at Samantha Kane, seeing there only determination and a complete lack of mercy. "You know what to do," said the headmistress as Karen knelt over the stool, her firm thighs flexing under her skirt. She looked up at the headmistress and lowered her pussy right over the medal dildo as Ms. Kane nodded. She shivered as the cool, smooth metal touched her labia, and she blushed in shame as she felt the slickness of her tunnel as it eagerly accepted this foreign invader.

"Look at me," Ms. Kane said sharply, both hands resting on her shoulders, "look at me!" Karen looked into her sharp blue eyes and gasped as Samantha Kane pressed her violently down on the dildo, driving her ass into the nails protruding from the stool. Pain flashed through her ass, mingling with a curious, cool pleasure radiating from her cunt. She froze, the nails pressing painfully into her flesh, and the metal dildo feeling slick inside her pussy, as Ms. Kane strapped her loosely onto the stool, leaving enough slack to allow her to ride the dildo, but not enough dislodge it. She then strapped her knees and ankles to the floor and tied her wrists to the sides of the stool. Throughout this, Karen was afraid to move, and her mind focused on the sensations coming from her ass and groin. Each nail around her ass and thighs was like a little fire on her nerves; the dildo was a slick, cool invader inside her, causing her pussy to spasm involuntarily around it, sending pleasure shooting through her body.

"Ingrid says you suck cunt pretty good, slut," the headmistress said coolly, rolling a chair forward in front of Karen and sitting down, her legs spread wide apart on either side of Karen and her groin resting on the front edge of the chair. "Well, get started!" she snapped, "and don't forget to fuck yourself on that dildo. If you don't, I'll be very upset," she smiled. Karen knew resistance was useless; it would only bring her more pain. Slowly she leaned forward and kissed Ms. Kane's labia while moving her own hips up and down on the metal dildo, careful to avoid the sharp nails at its base. The sour, pungent odor of her headmistress's pussy assaulted her as she licked at her swollen, glistening lips. She swirled her tongue around and then, stiffening it, drove it deep into Ms. Kane's cunt, mashing her face against her pussy in the process. Ms. Kane groaned and grabbed the back of her head as she licked at the inside of her pussy. Karen worked her way up to Ms. Kane's clitorus, rubbing her face all over her cunt as she moved her mouth toward her stiff bud. Her headmistress shuddered in pleasure as she took her clitorus between her lips and began to gently suck on it, running her lips over the small fleshy protuberence.

Karen broke out into a cold sweat, her own thighs shaking with the strain of working her cunt up and down the dildo without striking the spikes at its base. She closed her eyes as she worked her tongue over Ms. Kane's clit and concentrated on her dildo inside her. It felt strange, running back and forth across her inner flesh, so smooth. She worked her hips around, trying to get something, some feeling, out of it--it was vaguely unsatisfying, so cool and smooth, so inhuman. She felt desire build in her...she wanted to be fucked...she wanted to come...she didn't want this teasing metal cock sending cold chills down her spine, making her yearn for the real thing. Frustrated, she slammed her hips down hard against the stool, sending the nails stabbing into her flesh, sending a delicious pain shooting through her cunt. It hurt, but it was fire compared to the ice in her cunt. It sparked her to frentic action: she began sucking and licking her headmistress's pussy with abandon, earning gratifying moans from Ms. Kane; she also sent her hips into a flurry of action, her young, muscular thighs sending her cunt slamming hard down on the dildo and the nails again and again.

A cold chill seemed to grip her body as she fucked herself mindlessly on the stool, pain flowing in wave after delicious wave through her body, each wave sending a thrill of warmth through her. A gut wrenching cramp took hold of her guts, and she grunted with her efforts, her body covered in sweat. Ms. Kane was crying out oh yes aaahhggg ooohh as she rocked back and forth in the chair, her thighs clenching an unclenching around Karen's head. Karen suddenly jerked and cried out as the pain in her gut cracked, and a painful, nerve-wracking orgasm overcame her, sending her shaking in release upon the stool. Oh god, she thought, it was so awful...so painful...so draining. She felt wrung out, squeezed.

"You are good," she heard Samantha Kane say, a lazy, satisfied smile playing on her face, "I think I'll give you a reward." Karen watched her stand up and remained still as Ms. Kane released her from the stool. As she stood up, she felt her ass a flaming mass of pain, and saw her drying blood on the tips of the nails and felt it drip sluggishly across the back of her thighs. She stood there dazed as Samantha Kane removed her plaid skirt and white blouse, leaving her standing naked. She yelped and jumped as she felt a sharp, stinging pain in her ass as Ms. Kane rubbed a damp towel over it. "Don't flinch, dear, this is just some bactine to clean you up. I don't want you bleeding all over my office." Karen drew her lower lip into her mouth and wondered what else her headmistress had planned for her.

She didn't have to wait long, for after finishing cleaning up her ass, Ms. Cane opened the top drawer of her desk and pulled out a large, strap on dildo. "Put this on," she commanded, handing it to Karen. She obeyed meekly, gasping as she felt a tiny ridge press against her clitorus when she pulled it snug against her. She allowed herself to be led around the other side of the desk, her fake cock swinging from side to side. She wasn't really taking part anymore...she was just acting out her part in this bizarre play designed by Ms. Kane. She saw herself look down at the still bound form of Su Lee...she had forgotten about her...and register shock as Ms. Kane reached down and pulled out a buzzing vibrator from Su Lee's pussy. Su Lee moaned as the vibrator was removed, arched her back, and shuddered. Her headmistress merely smiled and removed another vibrator from Su Lee's ass, receiving a grunting, thrashing response from Su Lee.

Samantha Kane handed her the vibrators, one slick with Su Lee's juices, the other coated with a light film of oil, both still buzzing insistantly. "These are for you," she purred, "put them in for the camera," she said as she moved behind one of the cameras and focused it on Karen's crotch. Karen blushed furiously but moved to obey, taking part in her own humiliation. She spread her legs and lifted up the plastic strap on with her left hand, putting the tip of the buzzing vibrator against her labia. She shuddered as she felt the vibrator slip easily into her cunt, sending its vibration humming through her body. She pushed it in as far as she could, her fingers pushed up to the first knuckle in her own pussy, and felt it touch her cervix, sending a shiver through her bones. It felt awkward inside her, but she dutifully took the other vibrator and pressed it against her anus. It made her want to defacate, and her asshole spasmed as she shoved the buzzing cock into her ass. She pushed it all the way in until her asshole closed over the end, and then she stood there, the two vibrators seeming to numb her insides.

"Good, good," she heard Samantha Kane say, "now put your cock into your friend there." She saw Su Lee's dark, exotic eyes widen at these words, but moved, as if she were an automaton, to follow her headmistress's instructions. She walked awkwardly, the two vibrators filling her up, deeply massaging her innards, until she stood near Su Lee's upturned ass. She knelt down, her legs on either side of her ass, and placed her hands just below Su Lee's bound knees, leaning her weight there. The warmth of her friend's skin brought her out of her objectivity, and she hesitated, looking down at the large plastic dildo hovering just millimeters from Su Lee's exposed cunt. She quivered as she realized what she was doing, but realized she had no choice. She pressed the fake cock against Su Lee's swollen, dark red, slippery labia, and gently pushed forward with her hips, gasping as she felt the ridge on the top to the dildo press into her clitorus. Su Lee began grunting and squirming around, but Karen bore down, putting more of her weight on Su Lee's legs and pressing forward harder with her hips. My god, she thought, the vibrators spreading the pleasure pressing against her clit throughout her body, I'm splitting her in half. She was entranced by the sight of the dildo, seeming so large compared to Su Lee's oh so narrow hips, sliding slowly into her cunt, her juices bubbling out around the edge of the cock as it forced its way into her. She shuddered in pleasure as she sunk the cock all the way into her friend, feeling it hit her friend's cervix, sending a jarring sensation against her clit. A soft orgasm blossemed in her clitorus, was grabbed by the vibrators and spread throughout her guts. Her stomach muscles and thighs spasmed and she fell heavily onto Su Lee, ending up staring directly at the penis gag obscenely jutting from Su Lee's mouth.

She felt a hand grab her head and force her mouth over the gag and press down slowly, forcing her mouth wide. As the hand began pressing her throat down on the plastic dildo, she began to panic, and placing her hands beside Su Lee's head, tried to push herself off. "Stop that," Ms. Kane said sharply, "swallow, come on, swallow." Karen felt bile rise in her throat as the hand on her head forced the dildo inexorably into her throat. Her gag reflex took over and she began to heave, her hips still attached to Su Lee's by the strap on. Ms. Kane relented, and Karen was able to recover, swallowing the bile that had risen in her throat. Again the hand pressed her head down...she couldn't do it, couldn't take that thing in her throat...it would kill her.... She began swallowing madly as it pressed against her throat, and felt a strange, warm tearing sensation as it slipped into her throat. She couldn't breath, her throat spasmed involuntarily around the intruder, and still the hand pressed down, forcing it further into her throat. "Breath through your nose, slut," she heard, and gratefully sucked in a lungful of air, her nostrils distending with the effort. The pain in her throat lessened and the hand stopped pressing her down, but by now she had taken the whole thing down her throat, and her lips were pressed up against Su Lee's, her nose pressing against her friend's.

Her whole body felt filled, her throat stretched around the plastic dildo and the vibrators in her bowels and pussy sending a humming numbness through her guts. "Now fuck her," she heard Ms. Kane growl, and jerked her hips back, feeling Su Lee twitch under her. She pressed her hips forward again and moaned as the plastic ridge pressed against her clit, letting out a sharp gasp through her nose as she bumped up against Su Lee's cervix. She began moving her hips back and forth, driving the strap on slowly into Su Lee; the dildo in her throat made her seem somehow connected to Su Lee, impaled and impaling, every hole stretched and filled. She felt Su Lee begin to rock with her thrusts, and moan each time Karen brought her hips to press firmly against Su Lee's slender body. She felt her own nipples and Su Lee's stiffen as they rubbed against each other, and Karen felt a boiling pleasure begin to build deep in her guts.

Suddenly with a load SMACK, pain exploded in her tenderized ass, sending her hips slamming into Su Lee's, driving the plastic cock deep into her cunt. Her scream around the penis in her throat was echoed by Su Lee when their hips met with a painful slapping sound. For a moment Karen didn't know what had happened, and froze in place, her fake penis shoved as deep as possible into Su Lee's pussy, her throat distended around the plastic penis gag, her lips touching Su Lee's at its base, her body pressed, sweating, hard against her friend's. Then she realized what had happened--Ms. Kane had used a belt on her poor, torn, ass--and Karen knew what she would do if she didn't keep fucking Su Lee. So she tenatively pulled the strap on out of Su Lee's pussy, only to have her ass explode in pain at its apex as Ms. Kane brought the belt across her tender cheeks. A matching pleasure shot through her clitorus as her hips slammed forward into Su Lee's to escape the pain, another cry coming from her gagged throat, echoed again by Su Lee.

She pulled back again, SMACK, pain flashed through her ass, melding with the sharp pleasure at her clit, spread through her groin by the vibrators in her guts. SMACK SMACK SMACK...her hips humped up and down furiously, driven by the belt biting into her ass. She grunted in unison with Su Lee, each downward thrust bouncing her off her friends slender hips, sending more pleasure shooting through her body. She was like a driven machine, sweat dripping off her body, her breath coming in great gasps sucked through her nostrils. She felt a low kining come from Su Lee through the gag into her own throat, and felt her friend's body tense beneath hers. Su Lee cried through her gag, sending chills down Karen's throat, and began bucking wildly beneath her as Karen slammed the strap on again into her cunt. Answering fire exploded in her own clit as she felt her friend twist beneath her, pinioned by her bonds and by the driving phallus she wielded. The vibrators were a strong wind sweeping her pleasure like wildfire through her entire body, engulfing her ass in painful pleasure, her groin a countering cool wind of ecstacy. Her body spasmed in the throws of her orgasm, taunt and firm, and then she collapsed, exhausted, onto Su Lee.

Three weeks later, Karen lay on her bed at the boarding school, thinking about what had happened to her after she had left the headmistress's office. She had had to go to the nurse to get the vibrator removed from her ass, and she blushed at the remembrance, remembering how she was told to lean over the back of the chair while the nurse reached inside her with a metal device. When she had returned to her room, Su Lee was not there, and when she did return, wouldn't speak to her. Karen badly wanted to tell her friend that she didn't want to do what she had done, but she had been forced to; she wanted to tell her it would be all right, that they could stick it out together; but Su Lee merely curled up into a ball on her bed and ignored her. Karen felt awful, but there seemed nothing she could do. What surprised her most was that, for the first time, other of her classmates stopped by to talk to her. She remembered how wary they all were, and how they looked at Su Lee with pity. She remembered how each one empathized with her, and let hints drop about how things worked at the school, and what her role was. Her spirits were bouyed by these visits, and she felt a growing sympathy with the rest of the underclasswomen at the school.

She learned that the original headmistress of the Convenant School for girls had had a son who was a member of Delta Sigma Pi. It had apparently been his idea to turn the school into his own and his fraternity brothers' private harem, and got his mother to agree. They then began setting up the social structure they had now: first they approached the more sadistic and easily influenced teaching faculty and convinced them of the benefits of having a whole school of young cunts at their disposal. They then picked out several of the senior girls who were especially cruel, and subtly encouraged them to dominate the rest of the student body. Following the sly suggestions of faculty, and receiving absolute support from them, these girls brutalized the entire school, offering admission to their clique only to other seniors, and some juniors--the alternative to being with them was to be against them. Eventually they began actually torturing those girls who they disliked, or who did not jump when they wanted them to. It was a short step from there to sexual domination.

At first the school had trouble keeping these activities from reaching the parents, but by imposing what was essentially a police state at the school, they managed, until there was no thought of escape, since there was no hope. At this point they were ready for the next step--the introduction of the members of Delta Sigma Pi to these sexual games. It wasn't hard, since by this time the seniors were wallowing in their sexual domination of the underclasswomen. They knew that nothing was more humiliating and degrading than rape, so, at the suggestion of faculty, brought over rapists. This act broke most of the underclasswomen, and no more resistance was made; most accepted their lot, holding the hope that when they were seniors they would be able to revenge themselves on the younger generation.

The headmistress and faculty even had a plan to keep the senior girls from getting out of line. It was simple: they would occassionally, maybe once a week, choose a senior girl who had displeased them in some way, and tortured and sexually degraded her. Long before this stage though, the faculty who were not willing to play along were dismissed, and more amiable teachers were hired. Everything was pretty much set now; the only thing that was needed was to codify the rules the faculty had instituted.

The headmistress, her secretary, and the faculty would have unlimited use of any of the girls they wanted. The members of Delta Sigma Pi had unlimited use of any of the sophmores or freshmen. The seniors had the same priveleges as the Fraternity. The juniors were a special case: they were free from everyone except the faculty at the school, yet they had no priveleges with the underclasswomen. There was an arrangement, though, where a junior could become a slave of a senior, who would then allow her to use, at the senior's descretion, any of the underclasswomen. Pregnancies were a problem at first, but the pill, and then the day after pill, took care of that; the day after pill was a godsend, since it did not artificially mature the young girls like the pill did, leaving them their girlish selves.

She also learned something about the personalities who were presently at the school. Ms. Samantha Kane, she learned, was reasonable, if sexually demanding. Paul, her secretary, was a bit of a sadist, and played favorites. His favorite, and the favorite of most of the faculty, was Ingrid, whom everyone was afraid of. She practically ran the school, getting everything she wanted, but the girls were most afraid of the girl Ingrid had taken under her wing, Mercedes. Mercedes was a true sadist, delighting in bringing pain to the underclasswomen. The faculty, over the years, had been weeded out to all hardcore dykes. Some of them were nicer than others, but they all liked to dominate the girls.

The social politics at the school grew out of the fact that the girls were expected to maintain their grades, limiting the amount of time the underclasswomen could be put to sexual use. Animosities would grow over a favorite freshman or sophmore, and the underclasswomen usually got caught in the battles between the seniors. The sophmores were used to the setup, and even enjoyed it to a degree. They made sure to make friends with a junior or two, so when they advanced a grade, they could make a deal. Also, in their role as sympathizers with the incoming freshmen, most of whom were traumatized by the attention paid them, they found girls ripe for seduction. The freshmen adjusted after the first few weeks, when they realized there was nothing they could do about it.

She also caught hints about what happened to Su Lee. Su Lee had refused to move from her bed for two straight days, not going to class, not eating, not speaking. They had carried her away a day later, and Karen had not seen her since. From what she could gather, they had taken her to the D.S.P. Fraternity house and kept her drugged and tied in an underground room, where anyone could come down and use her as they pleased. Hard cases, and cases like Su Lee, who just couldn't come to terms with their predicament, were sent for either breaking or desensitation. After a month of being tied in a drug haze, being fucked almost constantly in one manner or another, they usually returned quite docile, willing to do anything.

Karen felt sorry for Su Lee, but was kept too busy to think about it much. Her schoolwork increased, and she, being new, became an instant, if temporary, favorite. She was taught cunningless until she was a pro, and found that there were endless ways her body could be made to orgasm. The few men from the frat who came over and used her were the best though, and every time she was penetrated she thought about how much better the real thing really was. Two times a week she and a few freshmen were driven over to the frat house and taught how to please a man. Not only did she suck and deep-throat countless men, and learn how to move her hips, squeeze her pussy, keep a man on the edge of orgasm, etc., she also learned how to flirt. She learned to be an innocent flirt, a haughty, take-me flirt, a sexy flirt, a slutty flirt; she learned what to say to turn different men on, and what to do. She learned how to act during the sex act: astonished and pleased, scared, wanton, a combination of those. She learned what to wear and how to walk. Most important of all, she was taught how to reach orgasm, until with even the slightest stimulation, whether pleasure or pain, she could come.

She still wasn't completely reconciled with it all though. Each nerve wracking orgasm held it's own satisfaction, but a part of her mind still dreaded it, dreaded seeing her kneeling naked before some man, or on all fours, screaming and gasping as a cock was buried in her ass, or lying on her back while she licked at another woman's vagina, or bound in some byzantine way and beaten and teased until she screamed in release. Most of all this part of her mind dreaded the way she reacted, the way she degraded herself before these abusers, the way her body danced to their manipulations, coming again and again. Deep down it made her feel ashamed, made her feel like a whore, a slut, a worthless sex crazed bitch who cared only about getting off. At the same time she secretly relished what was being done to her, and her qualms just seem to add a tingle of excitement to everything. She wasn't quite resigned to her fate, but she knew she was close.

Su Lee returned a few days later, a brokenspirited girl shambling around, doing what she was told. She wouldn't speak to Karen, wouldn't speak to anyone; she did her schoolwork and she answered the demands of her superiors, but that was it. Karen was kept busy with her own schoolwork and other responsibilities, but she was still hurt by Su Lee's reticence. Over the next couple of weeks, she discovered Mercedes' interest in Su Lee. In fact, Mercedes' was practically the only one who used Su Lee. The other girls whispered it was because Su Lee _hated_ what was being done to her, and used her passivity as a weapon against her tormentors. Mercedes saw this as a challenge, and delighted in turning her body against her, making her orgasm. She videotaped every session she had with Su Lee, and made the girl watch herself be abused over and over. She even kept photos of Su Lee at the moment of orgasm, using them to further torment her. Karen remembered seeing some of the pictures, each one revealing Su Lee's orgasm in the expression on her face, the still life straining of her body, her spasms frozen on film.

There was one picture of Su Lee hanging by her ankles from the ceiling, her slender legs tied together at ankle, knee, and thigh, her arms strapped behind her back, her long black hair cascading to the ground. Whip marks covered her body, and two large, vicious clamps were fastened about her nipples, but the photo showed her mouth open in a silent cry, her body tensed, just beginning to jackknife at the waist, the rope leaning back at a slight diagonal, obviously jerked there by Su Lee's thrashing. Mercedes had labeled it "Vibrator Ecstacy". Another picture showed Su Lee hogtied and rolled awkwardly onto her back, all her weight resting on her arms. Her head was laying back and a ring gag held her mouth wide. Multiple streams of urine coming from the naked bottom halves of men splattered against her body, little sprays bouncing from her glistening ivory teeth, her small, hard nipples, her flat, narrow stomach, her thighs and her legs. A small, womanly hand held a fire poker plunged into Su Lee's cunt, Su Lee's body blanched, tense and arched to meet the invading poker. Mercedes called this one "Stoking the Fire". She had complete video tapes of these scenes, but carried the pictures so that she could show whomever she wanted whenever she wanted.

Karen understood her friend's horror, but wished she wouldn't be so stubborn. If she only gave in, accepted Mercedes' attentions instead of resisting her, Mercedes would lose interest in her. Hey, she herself had had plently of horrible experiences, but she wasn't going to let it keep her down. She learned and thought all these things in a little over a month, managing to keep her grades up throughout it. Then she learned she had been picked to be prey in the Hunt.

She stood at the setting of the sun at the southern edge of the forest which stretched across the northern side of the school. She was wearing only a pair of sandels laced up to mid calf, her pleated, plaid skirt, and her white school blouse. She shivered in the cold, goosebumps all over her body, her nipples hard rocks beneath her blouse. She stood among four other girls: Su Lee was there, stoic and seemingly uncaring; Andrea, a young doe eyed french girl with long blond hair and a boyish figure, stood, freezing, with her arms across her small chest; Kelly, a large curvy girl, plump in all the right places, squatted on the ground, looking scared; and Diana, a tall, dark haired girl with classic southern european features, well formed and knowing it, stared defiantly at the group of thirty D.S.P. members standing just twenty feet away from them, some holding hunting dogs tightly on leashes.

Karen had found out that the hunt had become a tradition carried from the earliest days of the school, when fraternity members had to hunt down real runaways before they could escape. Now, the frat voted on their five favorite girls, and all the college juniors and seniors gave them a ten minute head start and then chased them down, the first to catch each one got dibs. The girls were then carried back to the frat house for a weekend of debauchery. She also found out there were rewards: if any girl managed to make it to the road eight miles distant, or make it to the frat house without getting caught, that girl immediately gained senior status for her entire stay at the school.

Karen started as the command to begin was bellowed, and turned and dashed into the woods. She ran straight into the woods, quickly loosing sight of the other girls among the trees. She started to pace herself, figuring in her mind...ten minutes...six miles per hour...I can make about one mile...only seven left to the road...could never make the frat house...I'll have to slow down a bit...rest...can't keep this up forever.... She had planned to make a straight run for the road; she was in good shape, strong, and if she could outdistance the other girls, the guys would waste time with them. Her legs flashed beneath her as she ran, and she felt her muscles working in her thighs, in her stomach, in her back. Her arms pumped, and her eyes searched the way ahead for obstacles. Cold air bit into her lungs, to be expelled in a warm breath. Adrenaline began to pump through her, and an exhilarating feeling rushed over her: she was flying through the woods, her body the furnace powering the engine of her legs, spreading warmth and wellbeing through her. She felt like crying out in joy; she felt like she could run forever.

About twenty minutes later, her elation, as well as her adrenaline rush, had worn off, and she was leaning against a tree, panting, feeling the chill of approaching night on her sweat dampened skin. She heard the sound of dogs behind her, she didn't know how close, but she knew they couldn't be that close. Straightening up, she began walking as quickly as she could toward the unseen road, and victory. She walked like that for what seemed forever, occassionally breaking into a trot, her apprehension growing as the sounds of pursuit increased. She must have traveled five miles, she thought, she was so close. Five miles in no more than an hour...they couldn't be that close...if it wasn't longer than an hour...just keep going...run...run. She was feeling pretty good, but couldn't do more than a brisk walk for any length of time...and she wasn't sure she was going in the right direction...she may have veered off the the right somewhere...she had to keep running though...it was pretty dark now...made it hard to see...slowed her down.

Twenty minutes later she looked back, fearful at the growing sounds of pursuit, the baying dogs and the call of voices back and forth, and saw the light of flashlights being playing among the trees. Adrenaline instantly surged through her, and she bolted away among the trees, panic gripping her. She could barely see, though, dark as it was, and slowed, her heart racing wildly. Suddenly a beam of light caught her, and she blinked, frozen, temperarily blinded, then she began to run. "There she is" she heard someone yell, and suddenly she felt a surge of people close on her, the exposing light now fixed on her, now bobbing before her, now behind. She heard scurrying in the underbrush behind her and something cannoned into the back of her thighs, knocking her from her feet. She landed heavily in the dirt and began rolling across the ground as canine teeth nipped at her, canine bodies swarmed around and over her. Her arms covered her face as fear and panic overtook her, the growling of the dogs and the play of the flashlights disorienting her.

Hands grabbed her, pulled her up from the press of dogs. She squinted into the blurred faces of six young men, all panting and grinning and laughing. They dragged her, struggling and kicking and screaming, her head thrashing her hair wildly about her head, and slammed her hips over a large fallen log. She hung there, still struggling, the bark of the log tearing into the tender flesh of her stomach as they ripped off her cloths, until she lay there, as if over someone's lap, completely naked and exposed.

Everything was a madhouse around her: the lights zigging her, zagging there, the laughter and catcalls of the boys, and the curious snuffling noses of the dogs. "Hey," she heard in a daze, "Caesar caught her, Caesar should have first shot!"

Answering calls of "Ya!", "Let Caesar fuck her", "Goddamn slut", "Bet she gets off", echoed through her head as she felt a furry weight land on her buttocks, and a narrow, slimy _thing_ slide into her cunt.

"Noooooooo!" she screamed, feeling the dog's paws lock around her waist and the dog's hips begin crashing into her buttocks, sliding its slippery penis in and out of her pussy. She struggled and cried, trying to buck the animal off of her, but strong hands held her down. The dog quickly finished, and she trembled as she felt its hot seed gush deep into her. The animal was pulled quickly off of her and she felt a man's cock drive deep inside her now lubricated sheath. Rough hands grabbed her hips and pulled her ass back to meet the driving phallus, dragging her stomach and breasts across the rough bark. The chase, the lights, the dog, the adrenaline still coursing through her veins, all overpowered her, sending her into a daze. The world whirled around her and all that was left were the sensations assaulting her body.

Her stomach and breasts chaffing against rough bark, tearing at her tender skin; strong hands gripping the top of her hips, squeezing and kneeding and pulling; hips slamming against her buttocks, driving her clitorus painfully into the log, sending brief flashes of overwhelming sensation through her body; a large dick stretching her cunt wide, churning her insides up, sending a warm, melting feeling through her; someone grabbing her hair, pulling her head up, shoving their cock into her mouth and down her throat. Buffetted back and forth between two pistoning cocks, bent naked over a log, pandamonium surrounding her, she shuddered and came.

The cock in her mouth slammed again into her throat, sending a shock of pain to mingle among the awful scraping across her front, the pain crashing into the overwhelming sensation of painful ecstacy radiating from her groin, and she came again. She came as she felt seed shoot into her stomach, and again as another cock forced its way past her anus, sending tingling pain through her body. She came when warm come squirted down her throat, and when another cock forced its way into her mouth and down her through. She came and came and came. She couldn't stop coming, not when each guy took a second turn with her, not when they set the dogs loose on her, not when they shoved a thick branch up her cunt, sending splinters driving into her tender flesh. She was a flopping, jerking, coming piece of meat for she didn't know how long, and when she finally stopped coming, she was being half carried, half dragged through the woods back to the frat house, her body still wracked with tingling pleasures.

In her semi-conscous state, she hung between two men, thinking it was oh so good, she wanted more; and before she passed out, she thought to herself: I can't wait...get me to the frat house...please....

Su Lee ran along the highway shortly after dusk, her breath rasping in her lungs. She had known about the hunt and had planned how to confuse the dogs, how to escape the hellhole known as the Covenant School for Girls. Now she was almost free; she just had to get far enough away. The lights of a bigrig roared past her, then slowed to a stop on the side of the rode before her. The passenger side door swung open and she gratefully ran to it and climbed in: she was safe; she was free.

The End