The subject of victim psychology has become an area of great interest in recent years, due mostly, perhaps to the widely publicized "conversion" of Patricia Hearst to the radical SLA. Why a victim will turn and become a party to his or her own abduction is a question open to hot debate.
The women in this story find themselves pawns in a vicious slavery game, and through torture and repeated sexual assaults, these victims eventually become docile and obedient slaves to their "masters" What becomes of these once-innocent women after their "training" sheds some light on the subject of man's potential for depravity. But what of the women? Are they also guilty because of their behavior? Or are they simply robots carrying out their assigned tasks? Who can say?
WHIP THE MOTHER LIKE THE DAUGHTER-a thought-provoking story of two women's reactions to brutality and slavery. A word of warning to us all.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Colette Russel pursed her lips as she got into the taxi.
"Bayard School," she said, and leaned back.
She was looking forward to another school inspection. When her daughter, Laura, had been at one school for a couple of months, Colette would always spring a surprise inspection. And always there would be something wrong. It might be dirty kitchens. Or untidy lockers. Or even that she just didn't like the way the head- master behaved toward her. So Laura would be moved to another school. And then, after another couple of months or so, Colette would inspect again and that would be that.
Laura complained bitterly, but Colette explained that she only had Laura's best educational interests at heart. Laura's wretched father had even tried to intervene, but Colette soon sent him packing. After the divorce, he had no claims on her or his child, Colette had seen to that. Colette always needed more alimony because of Laura's frequent moves, but that was to be expected, and he always paid up.
As they turned into the drive of the school, Colette made sure that her expensive skirt was just right and that the buttons of her white blouse sat correctly. She always had to be dressed well for these confrontations. She examined her black high heels and played with her pearls a little. Her heart began racing a bit. She enjoyed this so much.
She got out, paid the taxi driver and ignored his stare at the tiny tip. In the mirror just inside the hall, she examined herself carefully. Her black hair fell around her proud, beautiful face with its straight nose, high cheekbones and hard, sensual mouth. Her flaring dark eyes had been the ruin of several men who had fallen under their spell. She'd had them blubbering around her ankles before long, pleading with her to let them take her to bed. But Colette had made that mistake with Laura's father and that was more than enough. Some of the disgusting brutes had even been satisfied to jerk off as she sat in a chair and ignored them.
She turned and walked through the hall in her heels. All the girls were at class, so Colette stood a good chance of breaking in on the headmaster unexpectedly.
As she opened the outer door to his office, Colette heard voices and, thinking she might get something she could use right away, she stepped quietly to the slightly open door on the other side of the room. The sight that met her eyes was most impressive, and she almost made up her mind not to push the inspection.
The headmaster, Mr. Jackson, was standing in the middle of the room, tapping a cane in his hand. In front of him, stood a weeping girl in school uniform. She was a lovely little thing, her blonde hair falling around her soft face. Colette noticed that she had rather large tits and that they weren't very well secured in the tiny frilly bra that showed through the blouse, but that was a minor matter. It certainly looked as if discipline in the school was strict enough, and, as if to confirm that, she picked up what the headmaster was saying.
"You know the penalty for cheating," he said. "So lean over my desk."
"Please, sir!" the girl wailed. "I didn't, it was those two-"
"Over my desk!" he snapped, and tapped the cane harder in his hand.
"Yes, sir," the little blonde said, and walked over to the desk, her legs unsteady in her high-heeled pumps. She leaned down over it, her legs stretching, her ass pushing up in the air, her hands reaching out along the desk top.
"Open your legs," the headmaster said.
Then Colette got an even more pleasant surprise.
The blonde schoolgirl opened her legs until her feet were at the corners of the desk. There was a click, the girl winced, and steel straps shot out of the wood and ringed her ankles. She moaned and struggled a little, but the straps held. She sobbed as the headmaster came up and slipped more bonds around her wrists, pulling them out and slipping them through other rings on the far corners of his desk. Now the little girl was completely bound and stretched out. She stared with terrified eyes as the headmaster stood over her.
If things went on like this, Colette thought, she would have to end up congratulating the headmaster. Particularly if he handled her daughter like this. Laura needed this sort of discipline.
"Now," Mr. Jackson said. "Are you ready to bargain?"
The blonde sobbed. "Yes, sir!"
"Good," he said. "Come here, my favorite girl."
Out from the side of the room stepped Laura. Colette nearly choked. Her daughter, a favorite? She would have to be pulled from here at once. She stared into the room, hoping there had been some mistake. She noticed that Laura's uniform was rather too revealing. Her blouse was open, showing her bra, and her short skirt and high heels set off her long legs to an almost disgusting extent.
Laura swayed up to the little blonde and eased herself onto the table, running her hand over the blonde's ass.
"Well?" she asked.
"You're horrible!" the blonde sobbed. "You know I didn't-"
"Well?" Laura repeated, and slid her hand up under the blonde's skirt, easing it up until the creamy white of the blonde's thighs was showing.
Colette gasped. This was beyond disgusting. Sex-play in a school? This place would have to be reported to the authorities. She reached for the door.
A hand clamped over her face. Before she could scream, three hard rubber balls were forced between her teeth and a leather strap that ran from her chin to her nose followed it, trapping the balls in her mouth. Her scream came out muffled. A man stepped in front of her and grabbed her wrists while another man held her. Handcuffs were clicked into place and Colette found herself hustled through a door and into Mr. Jackson's study. One man carried her as a rope snaked down from the ceiling with a big hook at the end of it. Her handcuffs were clicked into the hook and the rope was hauled up again. Before she knew it, she was hanging from her arms, her feet only just touching the expensive carpet.
"Just as you said," said one of the men as they left.
"Hi, Mom," Laura said, swaying over with the headmaster. "What do you think, darling?"
"I think you're amazing," he said. He grinned at the bound woman. "Your daughter knew the exact day you would turn up on your inspection. She doesn't want to leave this school, so we're going to make sure she doesn't. You're going to stay here until you agree to that. And don't worry, your ex-husband is going to cover any problems that might result from your disappearance."
He smiled as Colette tried to scream through the gag.
"Don't worry," he said, "you'll get plenty chance to scream, but right now we have a discipline problem to solve. Just hang around, don't go away."
Laura giggled. "Oh, Seymour, you're so funny."
They left Colette hanging there and went back to the desk where the little blonde still moaned and struggled.
"Well?" Laura asked, sliding up on the desk, running her hands over the blonde's tight asscheeks. "What's it to be, Cindy? You have to take six strokes, I can keep it to that, you know I can."
"Yes, please!" Cindy gasped. "Please do!"
"So?" Laura was playing with Cindy's lacy suspender straps as she pushed the blonde's skirt right off her ass and over her back, revealing her tight white panties.
"I'll suck you off afterward!" the blonde moaned.
Colette trembled with disgust. This was obviously a den of sexual vice. No wonder Laura wanted to stay, the little slut. She would see to her as soon as she got free.
"And?" Laura slid her hand inside Cindy's panties, caressing the bound blonde's pussy.
"I-I've got some new stockings you can have," Cindy said. "I haven't got anything else. I'll suck you off whenever you want for a week."
"Hmmm," Laura said. "Not bad. But that's only worth taking it down to ten strokes."
"I haven't got anything else!" Cindy screamed, twisting on the desk.
"How about Tom?" Laura whispered, sliding a finger into Cindy's cunt.
"No, not Tom, please!" Cindy cried. "He's crazy about you anyway! He'd leave me if you did that! Please!"
"But I only want him for a night," Laura said, working her finger into Cindy's cunt. "I'll give him back then."
"No, please!"
"Okay," Laura said, and got off the desk.
"All right, all right, you can have him!" Cindy screeched in horror.
"Thank you," Laura said, leaning down and smiling at the helpless blonde. "Maybe you'd even like to suck me while he rams that gorgeous cock of his up me, huh?"
Cindy collapsed in tears over the desk, and Colette stared, shocked by her own daughter. She and Laura looked alike, but where Colette's features made her look hard and sensual, Laura's face was so innocent, soft and open that it seemed incredible that she even knew of such a thing as sex. Let alone the kind of blackmail she was engaging in.
"I must explain," Seymour said to Colette. "Laura has been such a good girl since she came here that she has special privileges. Some of the girls are quite jealous. She is my special favorite and you're not taking her away from me. You know, she can blow me in ten seconds or keep me on the edge for hours. That's why she can have anything she wants." Colette nearly passed out at his words. She hung on the ropes as Laura swayed up, opening another button of her blouse and sliding one of her stockinged legs up his thigh as her fingers played with the front of his pants.
"I'm afraid she came through, darling," she said. "So I'll have to blow you in six. Sorry, I'll make it up later, and anyway, I know you'll be so jealous when I fuck Tom, you'll have to punish me, won't you?"
"Yes," Seymour said, and Colette saw his enormous cock thrust at the front of his pants under Laura's skillful hands. "But then I'll make it all better."
"Ooohhh, will you? That would be wonderful." She gasped and slid her mouth to his neck, sucking and biting his flesh.
"Come on, darling," he said. "We have to deal with Cindy."
Laura pouted at her mother and turned away with Seymour.
Colette's fury doubled as she watched her depraved daughter go back over to the desk and get the cane for Seymour.
With a simpering pout, Laura slid to her knees in front of Seymour as he lined the cane up with Candy's shivering ass. Colette's daughter then eased the zipper of his pants down and slid her hand inside. Colette almost passed out. Smiling like a contented cat, Laura eased Seymour's cock out of his pants and played with it, her fingers running up and down the thick cockshaft.
Colette shuddered as she saw the headmaster's enormous cock. His fuck-pole must have been a foot of thick male meat. How anything like that could be used in a sex act was beyond Colette. It would split any woman in two. Her own tight little cunt had felt pain when her husband had stuck his cock up there, the few times she allowed it. And his cock would be tiny beside this monster.
But Laura seemed to love it. She moaned with lust and leaned in, licking over the thick round cockhead, her expert tongue playing with him. As Colette's eyes bugged out, the little whore worked her mouth over it, taking the whole of the cockhead in until her cheeks bulged out even more than her mother's eyes. Grinning up at Seymour, Laura slowly unplugged the cockhead from her mouth.
"Naughty, naughty, darling," she said. "This is business, not a pleasure. You mustn't hold on like this or I'll get too horny to concentrate."
Her soft innocent eyes gazed up at him as if she were offering him flowers.
He grinned. "You're right. Poor Cindy is wondering what we're doing."
Cindy gave a scream as he raised the cane over her ass. In rising desperation, she struggled against the bonds, her blonde hair tossing helplessly.
Seymour held the cane high over Cindy's heaving asscheeks for a moment, then brought it down, slashing through the air to lash into Cindy's flesh with a slap that rang around the room.
Cindy jerked wildly in the bonds, her back arching, her arms and legs trembling. Her head flung back and she screamed in agony as a thin line of red appeared on her ass, visible even through her white panties.
"One," Seymour said.
With a moan of passion, Laura stood up and bent at the waist, her legs spread. She held Seymour's cock in her hands and slid her mouth onto it. Colette gasped in the gag, staring as she watched her daughter work her mouth right down the foot of fuck-meat. Laura's throat began to bulge as the massive cockhead entered and pushed deeper. With a final heave, she took the whole of the length into her mouth, and her soft lips rubbed against the front of Seymour's pants.
"Aaahhhh!" he sighed, running his hand in Laura's dark hair. "Nobody has a mouth like yours, baby! Fuck, you're unbelievable."
He held up the cane over Cindy's trembling ass and lashed it down again.
"Urrghghggh!" Cindy screamed, jerking wildly on the table again, her body contorted in pain. Her legs jerked in the bonds and her hands pulled horribly at the straps that held her down. Another thin line of red pain appeared close to the first one and spread slowly over her asscheeks. One side of her thin panties had frayed under the second stroke of the thin wood.
"Two," Seymour said, his cock throbbing as Laura worked over it, her throat muscles sucking at it with total abandon. He whipped Cindy again, the cane making a sickening sound as it cut into her tight ass flesh.
"Aaaghhh! Save me!" Cindy screamed, her blonde hair tossing and her ass heaving as another line of pain throbbed in her flesh, the welts getting a deeper red with each second.
"Three," Seymour said, his cock moving faster and harder at Laura's mouth. "Jesus, how do you do it?"
He gasped, his cock going deeper as Laura worked him, her throat muscles throbbing as she sucked at his enormous cockhead.
A thought flashed through Colette's mind as she hung there, pain echoing up and down her arms. If only the punishment didn't have the utterly disgusting sex attached to it, this would be an excellent school. Perhaps she could convince Seymour of that when he had settled down a little, she thought.
"Four!" he yelled, lashing the cane into the screaming Cindy. "Five!"
His cock throbbed wildly, going out of control as the cum burst out of his balls and rushed up his cockshaft.
"Aaaghghhh!" Cindy screeched, jerking on the desk, tears running over her face as the agony soared out over her body.
"Six!" Seymour yelled as he bent the cane into Cindy's ass, then dropped it, his cock shooting hot cum into Laura's mouth. As Cindy gave a last scream and shuddered on the desk, sobbing and weeping, Seymour slid his hand into Laura's hair and held her mouth on his cock as he shot endless hot wads of cum. "Ooohh fuck, how do you do it?"
Laura couldn't answer because her mouth was stuffed to the limit with his shooting fucker. She swallowed hard, taking down thick creamy streams of Seymour's cum as he yelled, his cock thrusting and shooting. She eased her lips up a little, taking the fuck-juice in her mouth instead of right down her throat. Her lips stretched to the limit around his cockshaft, and even then, gobs of cum squeezed out as she sucked and swallowed, running lots of the salty goo into her cheeks.
"Ooooh, fuck, fuck!" Seymour yelled, his cock shooting streams of spunk into the willing girl's hot mouth. "You're incredible! Fucking incredible!"
Laura eased his shooting cock right out of her mouth, her fingers butterflying over his heaving cockshaft. Her soft lips ran over the spurting cockslit and her wicked little tongue licked up all the white jism as it splashed over her mouth. She turned a little to her mother, her innocent face grinning like a spoiled angel. She took a thick wad of cum over her lips, ticking it up and running her tongue around as more creamy spunk shot out of Seymour's cockslit and over her mouth. Murmuring with delight, she sank the spurting cock back into her mouth and held it there, sucking and caressing as his cock spent the last of his load and the jets of cum slowed to a trickle.
Seymour moaned, his hand still in Laura's dark hair as his cock gave out.
Laura eased her mouth back until her lips were just on his cockhead again.
"May I?" she asked in a rather muffled voice.
"Of course, darling," he whispered.
Laura stood up, her mouth closed. She smiled and walked over to her mother.
"Hi, Mommy," Laura said. She opened her mouth a little and cum ran out, over her lips. Grinning, she licked it back in and spread it out again, her tongue running it around as the disgusting white goo smeared all over her mouth.
Colette shrieked into the gag, her body shaking with horror, her eyes staring.
"Look at that," Laura said, coming really close and running the cum over her lips, showing it clearly to her mother. "Lots of cum. Lovely cum. Wouldn't you like some?" She giggled and ran more of the horrible stuff over her lips. "Well, you can't have it, but don't worry, we've got lots of it for you, ooohhh, lots of it!"
With another pout, she swept away, her ass swaying in her little skirt.
If Colette had been furious and disgusted to this point, she now almost lost her mind. Laura stood by Cindy's face as the little blonde wept and struggled. In one smooth movement, Laura slid her panties down her long shapely legs. She climbed up onto the desk and put her stockinged legs on either side of Cindy's face, her dark pussyhair close to Cindy's mouth.
"See?" Laura asked. "I can do it. I saved you a lot of pain."
With a sob of surrender, Cindy sank her mouth over Laura's cunt, sucking at the young girl's hot wet flesh.
Laura murmured and leaned back on the desk, pushing her pussy up at Cindy's mouth, her hands in her blonde hair. "Suck me good, honey, or I'll keep Tom for a week."
Cindy moaned and doubled her efforts to please Laura, her mouth sucking Laura's clit right in and holding it, her tongue running over the throbbing flesh.
"You see what a genius your daughter is?" Seymour asked.
Colette jumped and swung. She had been so concentrated on her disgusting daughter that she had forgotten him. She glared at Seymour, her eyes burning into his handsome face as he stood close to her and stared back.
"You know, you're as stunning as your daughter, in your own way," he said. "Fuck, you've got one hell of a body."
Colette screamed into the gag and almost choked as one of the balls sank into her throat.
"Yeah, sure, I'll open it for you," Seymour said with a nasty grin.
Colette wondered what he meant for a moment, then she screamed and struggled in rising horror as he reached out and took hold of her top blouse button. There was nothing she could do as he slid it open and revealed some of her creamy white flesh.
"More?" he asked, and reached for the next button.
"Mmmfff!" Colette screeched, but he undid the button and now the top of her slip was showing, the lace right before his shameless eyes.
"Wow," he said. "You sure dress expensive, lady. Is the rest like that? Never mind, we'll find out. How about another button?"
He calmly opened the next button of her blouse, and Colette almost dislocated her wrists as she struggled. Now the curves of her bra were visible under her slip. She stared at him with all her hatred. She was going to see him in jail for this.
Casually, Seymour reached out and toyed with the next button.
On the desk, Laura had Cindy's hair in a tight grip and was ramming her hot cunt all over the helpless girl's mouth.
"Yeahhhh!" she screamed. "Suck me, suck me good, come on, suck mmmeeee! Aaahhhh! Yesss!"
With squeals of lust, she came, her pussy pouring juices over Cindy's helpless face as her climax pulsed through her.
"Suck, suck me!" she demanded, gasping as she rubbed her exploding clit over Cindy's mouth. "Ooohhh!"
Laura sighed, falling back on the desk, her legs spread wide and her high heels digging into the desk.
Seymour slipped the next button of Colette's blouse open, pushing the sides away to get a better view of her body.
"You don't know the number of times I have to get my desk repolished," he said. "Your daughter scrapes the shit out of it." He slid the last button open and pulled the sides of the blouse out of the waist of Colette's skirt. "But when she fucks like she does, who cares?"
Colette shuddered, watching her daughter jerk in the final pulses of her orgasm and give a long moan of satisfaction. Seymour ran his hand over the front of Colette's slip, caressing closer to her bra and tits.
"Not bad, not bad," Laura said, picking Cindy's tear-stained face up. "If you suck Tom like that, he might not even miss my blow-jobs."
With a nasty laugh, she twisted away to the floor and slid her skirt back down her thighs, while Cindy sobbed her heart out.
Seymour's hand roamed over Colette's tits. It didn't matter that she still had her slip and bra on, his touch made her shudder and want to throw up.
"Mommy's got nice tits, hasn't she?" Laura asked, swaying over, her hands playing with her own tits.
"Yeah," Seymour said softly, stroking Colette's tits through her expensive, lacy underwear. "I reckon so. Almost as good as yours. So, shall we have a look at them?"
"Whatever you want, darling," Laura said. "I just know you're gonna want to fuck her real bad." She slid her hand over the front of his pants. "But I get a fuck for each time."
"Anybody you want, darling," he said, taking his hand off Colette's tits and sliding it under Laura's dress. His fingers worked her hot cunt, and the little girl moaned with renewed pleasure. "Okay, shall we get on with it?"
"Sure, darling," Laura said, her hips jerking as she rubbed her cunt on his fingers. "Ooooh, that's nice!"
CHAPTER TWO
With a grin, Seymour took his fingers away from Laura's hot little cunt, leaving her pouting, her ass still thrusting a little.
"Come on," he said, and they left Colette hanging there, almost choking on the gag balls. She looked down at her open blouse and blushed in fury, despite the ache in her arms. When she got free, she vowed, she would have this place shut down.
Laura untied the bonds that held Cindy's wrists to the desk while Seymour clicked the metal straps away and the blonde got up, sobbing a little as she rubbed her ass where the thin lines of red were steadily spreading.
"Off you go to class," Seymour said. "And don't cheat again, or it'll be worse for you next time."
"Yes, sir," Cindy said. She looked at Laura as she headed for the door.
"Don't worry," Laura said, "I'll call you about Tom."
Cindy gave a low sob and left.
"Okay, now for your mommy!"
Colette gave a scream into the gag as he came back for her, the massive bulge in the front of his pants standing out like a warning. Laura undid the rope and the hook dropped, but it was short-lived relief for Colette. Seymour grabbed her, took the handcuffs off the hook, and led her straight to his desk.
"Uuurrffff!" Colette screamed, her voice almost totally muffled. She stared at the hard wooden top of the desk and the base where the metal straps would shoot from. She struggled in Seymour's grasp, but he was much stronger than she was. He took her by the hair and slammed her face-down across the hard desk top, holding here there as she screamed and heaved. Her blouse had come even farther open and her tits pressed into the hard wood through the thin protection of her bra and slip.
To Colette's eternal shame, Laura slipped a rope through the join of the handcuffs and pulled on it. Colette's arms were jerked out until they were straining, and she gasped at the pressure her daughter could use. Laura ran the rope through a ring and tied it off so that Colette could hardly move. Then the little bitch got up and grinned at her mother.
"After about the sixth stroke you start to come, Mommy," she said. "At least I do. I can't stop, and it goes on and on and on." She slid her hand up under her skirt and caressed her hot pussy. "You're gonna love it."
Colette screamed helplessly into the gag, kicking her feet up to keep Seymour from getting a grip on her ankles, but again, he was much too strong. His hand grabbed her shapely calf and pulled her leg out until there was a slight twang, and her ankle was captured.
"Uurrrrhh!" Colette wailed. She twisted and tried to see what Seymour was doing, but she could hardly turn her neck at all. He grabbed her other leg and pulled, hauling it out despite all her efforts. She struggled as hard as she could, but suddenly there was another twang and her other ankle was bound. She struggled on the desk top, utterly helpless, her hands and legs bound so tight she could hardly move at all.
"Let's see what she has to say," Seymour said, and gave a pull on the strip that held the gag. It pulled away, and Colette spat the balls out.
"I'll close you down!" she screamed. "You pervert, what have you done to my daughter?"
Laura leaned over her mother.
"He showed me how to get off, mommy," she said. "And I mean get off, and get off and get off." She gave her an innocent smile again. "Do you know that I was the first girl to blow the entire football team, reserves and all? Fuck, I was full of cum."
"Disgusting!" Colette screamed. "Let me off here at once!"
"Oh, no," Seymour said. "Not until you promise certain things. Like you'll let Laura stay here."
"Never!" Colette yelled. "And I'll see you in jail for this!"
Seymour grinned. "Thank God she gave the right answer. You want some boys in here to watch this?"
"Sure," Laura said. "She deserves everything she gets."
"Get ten of them," Seymour said casually.
"Ooohhh, darling!" Laura groaned as she headed for the door.
"I don't know what you think you're doing," Colette said, trying to regain her dignity, "but whatever it is, you had better let me go. I have another appointment in an hour, and they will call the police if I'm not there."
Seymour laughed.
"The penalty for lying in this school is twice as bad as for cheating," he said, leaning over Colette and sliding his hand over her bound ass. "Well, it is if I say it is. We checked you out real carefully, bitch. We know exactly what you were doing all this week. Just a couple of hair appointments, I believe. Forget it."
"Leave my skirt alone!" Colette screeched as he slid her skirt up over her ass, revealing her expensive silk panties. He slid her lacy slip out of the way and slid his hand over the briefs, caressing her flesh through the thin material.
"I'm gonna love this," he said. "I'm gonna whip your ass until you get up on the desk and take your clothes off. How about that?"
"You what?" Colette asked, but at that moment, the door opened.
Laura came in with ten boys. They laughed as they saw Colette tied over the desk, and they crowded forward, standing in a tight circle around the bound woman. They giggled and gasped, their young cocks already standing out hard against their pants.
"Remember," Laura said, swaying into the circle. "You all owe me-all of you."
"Okay," Seymour said, and picked up the cane.
"What do you-no, no!" Colette screamed as she twisted desperately and saw the cane poised above her ass. "I'll put you in-aaghh!"
She jerked on the desk top, her body throbbing, her arms and legs straining against the bonds as the most incredible agony erupted out of her ass. The thin cane had lashed her right across her ass, and her whole body rang with the pain.
The boys standing around weren't giggling any more. They were staring at her, their mouths open. Some of them were caressing then-cocks as they watched.
"Stop this, stop-aaaghhh!" Colette hollered as another stroke of the cane cut into her ass, r leaving a thin line of agony across her flesh. She struggled, trying to pull free, unable to believe that this was happening to her.
"Hey, you," Laura said to one of the boys. "Come on, I want it now."
"Ahhhh, knock it off," the boy said.
"If you want to stay here, do as she says!" Seymour snapped, lashing the screaming Colette again.
"Oh fuck, sir," the boy said. "I can't watch then."
"Do as she says!"
"Fuck," the boy muttered, but he turned away.
Laura was in an arm chair, her legs over the soft sides and her panties on the floor. The boy knelt down and ran his mouth up over her thighs, licking at her soft flesh until he reached her cunt. Then he sank his mouth over her hot wet pussy and sucked at it while Laura gave a moan of satisfaction and lay there, watching her mother's suffering.
Seymour lashed the cane across Colette's ass hard, waiting until the horrified shriek of the bound woman had died away.
"Ready to get up and take your clothes off?" he asked.
"What are you saying?" Colette screamed, twisting in rage on the desk top. "Do you expect me to strip in front of a pack of boys?"
"Yes," Seymour said, and whipped her.
Colette screamed. It was impossible that she should do such a thing, of course. The cane whipped her again, hard, the thin wood bending as it lashed across her flesh. Her whole ass was on fire, burning, erupting with fresh agony each time the cane landed. Colette's screams rang around the room and the boys stared, some of them rubbing their cocks. One boy groaned as he came in his pants, but he stayed there, still rubbing his crotch.
The cane whipped her ass into a pulp as Colette lay there struggling and screaming helplessly. Her delicious asscheeks were crimson, and her flesh trembled with each blow of the cane. Laura came, moaning in the chair, her hand on the boy's head as her pussy poured juices into his face. Finally she let the boy take his mouth off her cunt and get up. He hurried into the circle, wiping his face as he stared at Colette, his cock throbbing against the front of his pants.
"Aaaghghhh! Stop it, please, stop it!" Colette screamed as yet another slash of the cane beat into her ass.
The agony throbbed through her body and she strained against the ropes, her wrists red from the rubbing of the handcuffs, but still the terrible cane lashed her unprotected ass. Her thin silk panties were no protection at all, in fact, they were beginning to tear under the blows of the cane. She gave a terrible screech as the next blow landed.
At the next blow, she screamed and twisted as hard as she could.
"All right, all right, I'll do it!" she cried.
"Ah, good," Seymour said, and dropped the cane. "Help the lady up."
"No, no, stop it, no," Colette said as the boys undid the bonds and clicked the steel straps away. They also managed to run their hands all over her body in the most obscene ways. She finally stood by the desk, her eyes glaring at Seymour as he took out a key and undid the handcuffs.
"I'll see you in hell!" Colette screamed, and ran for the door, pushing two of the boys to the floor as she passed.
Incredibly, Seymour was there only a second behind her. He stood and chuckled as she struggled with the door and found that it was locked.
"Shall I?" Seymour asked mockingly, and turned the key.
Colette flung the door open and rushed for freedom, but he grabbed her and flung her over his shoulder, carrying her back into the room. She screamed, beating at his back, still unable to believe what was happening to her.
"You'll pay for that," Seymour said as he put her down.
Colette was finally beginning to understand that she was in a terrible position. She would get her revenge, but it looked as if there was no way out of it. She stared at the boys and shivered at the thought of taking her clothes off for them.
"On the desk," Seymour said. "And if you pull anything else like that, I'll tie you down and whip your ass until you've sucked every one of these boys off."
"Yeah, come on, lady, make a run for it!" one of the boys yelled, and they all giggled madly.
Colette shuddered, her mind going crazy with horror and fury. She stepped up onto the desk, ignoring the mocking hand that one of the boys extended to her. She stood there, seeing their eyes on her, staring, waiting to take in her body.
"The blouse," Seymour said.
Colette slid her hands over the sides of her blouse. She let the sleeves down her arms as the boys gasped and stared, and at least one more came in his pants, moaning with lust. Colette felt sick just watching him. The blouse fell to the floor.
"The skirt," Seymour said.
Colette gritted her teeth as she opened the buckle of her skirt belt. Her proud eyes flashed in anger as she unzipped the back of the skirt and let it slide down her legs. She tried to hide the expensive stockings that covered the long curves of her thighs and calves, but the boys didn't miss a thing.
"Oooohh, fuck, sir, she's great!" one of them gasped as he watched Colette's legs emerging.
With a sob, Colette dropped her skirt onto the desk and watched it fall off and join her blouse on the floor. She stood, trying to hide her body by hauling her slip down her legs as far as possible.
"Well, well, nice, eh, boys?" Seymour asked, striding around the table. "Stand up properly!"
Colette stayed where she was.
"Do as I say or there will be trouble!"
The agony still throbbed in Colette's ass, so she stood straighter, trying to obey.
"Open your legs," Seymour said. "Laura, darling, get me the long whip."
"Ooohh, nasty, Seymour!" Laura giggled and got up, going into the room behind Seymour's office.
Slowly Colette eased her legs apart, knowing what it was doing to the boys. Another boy came in his pants.
"Now the slip," Seymour said. "Over your head."
"You can't do this," Colette whispered, but she knew he could. With her hands shaking in rage and horror, she reached for her slip hem and eased it up over her panties, showing them the dark mass of her pussyhair and the red whipped curves of her ass beneath her semi-transparent briefs. Farther up and her slim waist was showing to them all, and then the cups of her lacy bra emerged, and the swelling of her small, thrusting tits. The slip came off and she let it fall, standing with her legs open, her whole body trembling, dressed only in her bra and panties, stockings and high heels.
"Since the tried to run away, you boys can have a special treat," Seymour said. "Would you like to feel her up and jerk off over her?"
"Yes, sir!" they shouted.
Colette shook from head to toe at his words. If he thought she was going to submit to the disgusting caresses of a bunch of young boys, he was very much mistaken. Then she shook and her stomach twisted as she saw what Laura was holding.
It was a short-handled whip with a long leather tail. Seymour took it and smiled at her.
"Get down," he said.
"No!" Colette screamed. "No, this is disgusting!"
The whip curled out of Seymour's hand and bit into the tops of her thighs, lashing a line of agony across her flesh.
"Down!"
"Aaaghhh! Help!" Colette screamed, twisting away on the desk top. The whip curled in again and lashed across her ass.
That did it. The pain was unbearable. With a shriek, Colette dropped to her knees, fell off the desk and crouched on the floor at the feet of the staring boys. With utter disgust, she looked up and shuddered in horror, for all of them had taken their cocks out and were rubbing them, watching her shivering body the whole time.
"Up," Seymour said, and Colette struggled to her feet, her eyes glazed with horror and shame.
"Stand there and open your legs!"
Colette did as she was told, her mind a blank as she tried to adjust to what was going on.
"Okay," Seymour said, "who's first?"
"I am, sir. I didn't come yet," one of the boys said.
"Sure," Seymour said easily, leaning back on the desk to watch.
The boy came up, grinning wildly. He ran his hand over the front of Colette's bra, feeling her luscious tits underneath while his hand jerked his cock faster and harder.
Colette moaned, her body shrinking from the contact of his depraved hand. But she was also aware of the whip Seymour held and the stinging over her thighs and ass from where it had landed. She gritted her teeth and stayed still, thinking of the moment when she would watch Seymour led away in chains to jail. The boy's fingers slid inside her bra cups, running over her titflesh.
Laura slid up to Seymour and whispered in his ear.
"Sure, darling," he said.
"I know they're not as big as you," Laura said sweetly, "but I figure that if I get enough of them, it might add up to one fuck from you."
Seymour laughed and Laura went over to one of the boys.
"Come here," she said, and led him to the desk. She swarmed up on the hard desk and lay there, spreading her legs wide. "Come on, fuck me!"
The boy didn't complain about not being able to watch Colette. He pulled his pants off in a frantic hurry and jumped onto Laura, his cock pushing over her sopping wet pussy, looking for the hot hole of her cunt. She reached down and took his throbbing prick, guiding it in and then thrusting up, taking the full length of his young cock into her sucking, hot pussy.
"Yeahhhh!" she yelled. "Oohhh yeahhh! Come on, fuck me, honey, ram it right in- oooohhh!"
She jerked on the desk top, her little skirt flapping all over the place as she forced the boy's cock deep into her hungry cunt. Her stockinged legs grabbed his body and held him in as he panted and fucked his rock-hard cock into her.
"Ooohhh fuck!" he gasped. "I can't hold on, I'll come, I will-ohhhh!"
"Shit, you jerk!" Laura screamed. "I want another one, right now, the moment he shoots- you, yes, come on!"
The boy fucking her began to groan as cum burst out of his balls. He fucked frantically, his cock pistoning in and out of Laura's soft cunt as his hot jizz splashed high in her throbbing pussy.
"Aaaggnnhhh!" he moaned as he came, his cock jerking and shooting cum, driving his jerking prick deep into Laura's cunt.
"Ooohhh!" she murmured. "Not bad, not bad. Now get out, creep, and let somebody else in!"
The boy rolled off Laura, his cock still dribbling jism, and the next boy fucked into her buttery cunt in one go, gasping as his hard cock vanished into the steaming depths of Laura's pussy.
Colette only dimly heard at all. She was in the middle of the most terrible moment of her life. The boy's hands ran over her tits, pushing her bra out of the way until her tight little nipples showed. But that wasn't the worst of it. His hand was blurring on his cock and it was obvious he was getting close to shooting. The tip of his cock throbbed and, at the very entrance to the tiny piss-slit, a drop of pre-cum juice had formed, hobbling with the frantic movement of the boy's hand.
"Yaahhh!" he yelled. "Eeeoohhh, yahhh!"
His hand jerked, and suddenly a stream of hot cum burst out of his piss-slit, streaming toward Colette like water from a hose.
"Aaahhhh!" she screamed, and twisted away, falling against Seymour. "Get me out of here!"
Brutally, he twisted her around and held her arms behind her back as another stream of the boy's cum gushed out of his cock and into her little white briefs. She screamed, trying to pull away, but Seymour held her and another stream of jism splattered into the white silk. She could feel the horrible sticky goo seeping through the material and getting her skin wet. She shuddered, held in Seymour's iron grip as the boy jerked his cock and twisted her bra cups until almost all of her high, thrusting tits were visible.
"Oohhh yeahhh!" the boy gasped, his eyes staring and his hand jerking the last of his cum out of his balls. He came forward and rubbed his cockhead over Colette's panties, wiping the last of his spunk off onto the expensive silk.
"You pervert," Colette said to Seymour. "Letting young boys do this."
"But they like it," he said, grinning at her. "And you have cum all over your panties, take them off!" "What, are you crazy?" He held up the long-tailed whip. "Take them off, or I'll whip them off with this."
Behind her, the second boy was shooting his cum with helpless yells of lust into Laura's sucking cunt. He jerked, his cock slamming in as Laura's slim, shapely legs gripped him tight and held him close. She was moaning with rising lust, her ass bucking up off the desk top.
"Another one, come on, one of you!" Laura screamed.
"Don't be stupid!" Colette snapped at Seymour. She twisted away.
"Hold her," Seymour said. "Four of you."
Instantly four of the boys grabbed Colette. She screamed and tried to lash out, but they had her tightly and they were very strong.
"What are you doing?" she asked as two boys pulled her arms and the other two lay on the floor, pulling her legs wide, under Seymour's instructions. "No, stop this!"
Seymour walked behind her. Colette twisted, but she couldn't get far enough to see the whip curling in. It bit into her asscheeks and somehow gripped the flap where her panties had been torn by the cane. As she screamed in agony, her ass jerking wildly, her arms almost pulling the boys off their feet, the whip flashed back and ripped away a strip of her panties.
"No, no, stop this, nooo, aaghhhh!" Colette screamed as the whip curled in and lashed her flesh, leaving another red welt as it grabbed another strip of her panties and tore them away. This time her pussy was revealed as the thin silk ripped apart.
But Seymour whipped her again, taking the rest of the flimsy garment in a single stroke, leaving Colette weeping and screaming, her body burning with pain. Even in her agony, she tried to close her legs to hide the lovely dark mound of pussyhair from the boys.
Behind Colette, the second boy rolled off her daughter and a third one jumped onto the little slut. Cum was oozing out of Laura's tight pussy as she moaned on the desk top, her ass thrusting up and her hands working inside her blouse and bra, stroking and pinching her nipples. She gasped as the boy plunged into her cunt and slid her legs over his ass, gripping him tight.
"Come on, now!" Laura whispered. "Fuck me good, I wanna come, I can come if you fuck me real hard!"
The boy groaned with lust and slammed hard at Laura's open pussy, fucking his cock right into her pussy. She moaned and pulled him close.
"Good!" she moaned. "Now, come on, fuck me!"
Colette hung in the grip of the four boys as she stared at Seymour. "Ready to show us your cunt?" he asked. "What do you mean?"
"Show it to us. Hold your pussylips open and caress your clit."
"I'd rather die!" Colette screamed.
CHAPTER THREE
"Oh, you won't have to die," Seymour said with a grin. "Mind you, it might seem like it, if you keep on being such a little cunt. Now caress your pussy, whore!"
"Never!" Colette screamed at him, struggling against the boys. But two more had come to help hold her arms.
The whip curled in the air and Colette saw it rushing at her, the slim tip flicking as it uncoiled like a snake. She began screaming, and her scream rose as the whip tail cut between her legs and lashed her right on her pussylips. Her legs shook and her body arched. The pain that rushed out of her cunt and burned through her whole body was like an eruption of hot lava centered on her throbbing cunt.
The whip curled in again, and Colette was screaming before it hit, the plaited leather whipping into her cunt, driving through her puffy pussylips and cutting right across her clit. The pain was incredible, searing through her, driving her gasping and screaming in the boy's grip.
"Go on, sir, whip her!" one of the boys yelled, his cock sticking out of his pants as he stared at Colette's suffering.
The terrible leather tail sank through the air, lashing across Colette's cuntlips again, the tip biting deeper into the crack of her ass. She jumped, her scream echoing from the walls.
"I'll get you, I'll see you in-aaaghhhh! You beast, you pervert, you urrghhh!" She heaved in agony, her body singing with pain, sweat breaking out all over her face. She yelled at the boys, but they just grinned and leaned harder, pulling her helpless arms out as far as they could. "You pervert, you-uurrghhhh! Stop it, please, stop it!"
"Play with your pussy for us," Seymour said, lashing her again, the leather tail whipping expertly between the suffering woman's legs, beating another curving welt of pain across Colette's upper thighs and pussylips.
"Noooo, help, help meeee! Aaagahhhh!" Colette screamed, her body tossing wildly as the whip cut her pussy hard, beating more red pain into her. She knew she couldn't take it much longer. She thought of playing with herself in front of these disgusting boys, and that enabled her to take another blow, but that was all. She was broken. She collapsed in the boys' hands, sobbing helplessly. "All, right, all right!" she moaned. "I'll do it!"
"Good," Seymour said, curling the whip up in his hands. "Get on with it."
The boys let her go, Colette collapsed to the carpet, sobbing and shaking helplessly. Her hands went to her cunt and rubbed the sore flesh, caressing herself as the agony continued to surge over her. As she knelt there on the carpet, she heard Laura coming on the desk, and that added to her shame.
"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah!" Laura gasped, her ass jerking up off the desk top and her legs grabbing at the boy who fucked his cock deep in her hot little cunt. "Ohhhh come on, honey, fuck me, ram it up me, come on, come onnnnn!"
Her back arched, her legs uncrossing and her heels digging into the desk top as she lifted the boy up on her spasming body. "Yeahhh, ohhh, eeeyyyeahhh!"
She jerked up and down, driving the boy's cock deep into her cunt, her mouth open and her eyes closed as she came. Her pussy walls sucked at the boy's cock, demanding a load of hot jism.
He wasn't far behind. He gasped and jerked, his cock jerking deep in Laura's hot fuckhole. "Ohhh, yesss, I'm coming, I'm coming, ooohhhh, fuck, what a lay, what a lay!"
Gasping for all he was worth, he fucked his throbbing prick into Laura's cunt, his ass jerking as the cum boiled out of his balls and down his young hard cock.
"Ooohhh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" he yelled as the hot spunk burst high in her spasming cunt.
Seymour grabbed Colette by her hair and twisted her around, making her watch her daughter fucking on the desk.
"Now, isn't that great?" he whispered, pulling Colette's hair tight so that her neck was pulled back and her eyes stared right at the disgusting sight. "Don't close your eyes, you shit, just watch. You wouldn't believe what a treasure your daughter is."
Colette sobbed as she watched her daughter gasping and screaming, her ass jumping around and her legs spread wide as the boy shot his load into her hot wet cunt. Laura was out of her mind as she came, wailing, sobbing and gasping with lust as the hard cock spat out the last of its load. Her hand gripped the boy's hair, his head buried between her tits as his cock gave out and he lay there gasping with satisfaction.
"Ooohhh, thank you, that was great!" Laura gasped, her ass slowing down as she eased back onto the desk. "You get a blow-job for that. That was real nice." The boy sighed and rolled off her. "I won't forget."
"Ooohhh, darling, look what I've done to your desk-scratched it again!" Laura slid off the desk and paraded over to Seymour, her ass waving as she straightened her little dress and smoothed it down over her stocking tops. "Naughty me! Ooohhh, I must pay for that. That was very bad."
"I'm sure we can arrange that," Seymour murmured, his rock-hard cock throbbing almost uncontrollably in her expert hand. "But now we have to watch your mommy do her stuff. Up, bitch!"
He stepped back with Laura, and Colette was left there, kneeling on the floor in the middle of the ten boys, all of them watching her with undisguised lust. With a groan, she got up, facing them in nothing but her bra, stockings, and shoes. She stood, only the fresh memory of the whip stopping her from screaming and running for the door.
"Take your bra off," Seymour said.
Colette knew what was coming. With her pussy showing, it didn't seem so bad, but the humiliation was still terrible. She reached behind her and uncupped her bra, letting it fall at once, revealing her small, high, thrusting tits.
The boys gasped, and even Seymour was impressed.
"My God," he said, coming forward. "They're amazing. Fuck, look at them."
To Colette's horror, he slid his hand over her tits, caressing her flesh, his fingers pulling at her nipples, right in front of the stares of the boys.
"Here, Laura, let's compare," he said.
Laura pouted and slid her blouse and skirt off before she came up and stood beside her mother, playing with her bra cups, putting them back over her tits and sliding them around. "Ready?"
"Get 'em off!" the boys yelled, and Laura played them, sliding the bra aside, down her arms, revealing her young tits for them all.
Colette and Laura had very similar tits, both thrust up a little, the nipples standing out proudly, the soft curves deliciously arousing.
"Yeahhh," said the boys, staring, some of them working their cocks shamelessly.
"Fuck," Seymour said, "if you keep your tits like your mother's kept hers, I don't think I'll let you leave." He slid one hand over Colette's tits, the other over Laura's. "Okay, enough, let's see you work your pussy, bitch."
"I know!" Laura cried. "Let me do it with her to show her how it's done. She can do everything I do."
"Yeah," Seymour said. "Okay, work your pussies!"
With a groan of lust, Laura paraded forward, sliding her fingers over her cum-wet cunt and working her hard clit, her legs spread wide. "Come on, Mom!"
Colette hesitated, but saw the whip. In a nightmare of shame, she reached her hand down and ran it between her legs, stroking her dry cunt. Then she stood there, waiting.
"Come on, Mommy, let's see you do this." Laura walked up to one of the boys and spread her pussylips for him. "Would you like to feel my pussy?"
The boy's cock jumped as he reached out and slid his hand over Laura's open cuntlips.
"Ooooh fuck!" he gasped, and slid a finger into Laura's hot wet cunt.
"Yeahhh, finger-fuck me, ooohhh, rub my pussy, that's it." With a totally shameless grin, Laura bent over backwards until she made a full crab position, only her hands and feet on the floor, her back arched up, her pussy open to the boy's fingers. From her upside down position, she grinned at her mother. "If I do anything you can't do, Seymour will whip you, Mommy."
Colette shivered. She looked at Seymour, who grinned and played with the whip. Colette knew that Laura would push her until there was something she wouldn't do, and then there would be more pain for her. Rage surged up, but already fear worked level with the anger and she gave in for the moment, walking up to one of the boys, her hand on her cunt.
"W-would you like to feel my pussy?" she whispered, promising herself that she would beat Laura within an inch of her life when she got her out of this.
The boy grinned and played with his cock.
"Rub it first."
Colette stood and rubbed her pussy while the boy grinned and played with his raging hard-on. Finally, he reached out, and Colette stiffened, trembling all over as his fingers reached her pussy.
"Fuck," he said. "She's dry, fuckin' dry!"
Seymour came over, standing close to Colette. She shivered as he leaned in, his mouth at her ear.
"We have to learn to get wet," he said, and slid the end of the whip handle over Colette's crimson ass. He worked it into Colette's ass-crack and pushed the thick end close to Colette's tight ring of ass muscles. "Now, you get wet as he finger-fucks you, or I'll hang you up and use this on you until you are."
Colette sobbed and her legs trembled. She spread her thighs wider, allowing the boy to work his fingers over her pussy, working them toward the tight entrance of her pussy. Her whole body shook as he rubbed her red cunt-gash, pushing his fingers at her cunt and working them into the dry, tight hole.
Colette saw Laura, still bent over double, bouncing effortlessly on her heels and hands, her cunt throbbing over a boy's fingers.
"Come on, Steve!" Laura gasped. "Jerk off over my tits, then my mom will have to do it!"
Steve grinned and took hold of his cock, sliding his hand over the hard surface, keeping his hand working in Laura's cunt. Many of the boys were behind him, staring at Laura's hot clit and pussy as she gasped and writhed with rising lust.
"Get wet," Seymour said, working the whip handle at Colette's tight ring of ass muscles.
Colette gasped in shame as the boy's fingers slid just a little into her cunt and the whip handle played at her ass. She trembled in rising horror as well. The boy wasn't exactly expert, and there was no way that Colette was going to get aroused. He grinned, his other hand on his cock as he pushed a finger into her cunt and made her moan with pain.
"Boy, you're a tough one," Seymour murmured into her ear. "Now I'll give you a minute or so to get damp, or you'll be on that rope you were tied to when you first came in."
Colette gave a moan of horror and her legs shook.
Seymour's hand crept over her body and his fingers slid over one nipple.
"I'll tie you up to that," he said, and rolled her nipple between his fingers, tightening his grip as he went. "And I'll get something much bigger than this and ram it right up your ass."
Colette gave a scream and jerked violently, her mind spinning in horror.
"And then I'll whip your pussy and tits until you're wet," Seymour said, twisting her nipple brutally hard.
Colette's sobbing scream rang around the room as her eyes focused on the rope and her body shook with desperation. Her ass thrust back at the whip handle, and the end of it rammed a little into her shitter. She sobbed and pulled back, but the handle went with her and Seymour held still as she jerked again and rammed it farther into her throbbing asshole. "Aaaghhh!" she moaned. "Oohhh, please, please, that hurts!"
"Yes, of course it does," Seymour said, and held the whip handle hard as her jerking ass thrust back, taking more of the leather-covered rod into her ass.
Colette gasped and wailed, her cunt throbbing and twitching in the boy's hands as she helplessly fucked her own ass onto the whip handle.
"Fuck me!" the boy gasped. "She's getting wet!"
"Well, well, well," Seymour said, his fingers tightening further on her nipples, rolling the throbbing buds as hard as he could. "Isn't that interesting?"
Colette wanted to die with shame. There she was, leaning back against Seymour, her legs wide open, a boy finger-fucking her pussy, hard fingers rolling her nipples and a whip handle up her ass. And her pussy was getting damp. Seymour chuckled, working the whip handle over her shivering ass walls.
"How would you like a cock up there?" he asked. "A real hard cock that shoots cum right up your ass?"
Colette shrieked, heaving against him, her nipples throbbing in his skillful fingers. "Noooo! Noooo, you can't do that!"
Seymour laughed, fucking the whip handle deeper into her shitter. She screamed, a low, bubbling wail as the boy rammed his finger harder into her cunt, stroking it, feeling for the handle of the whip through the thin partition of flesh that separated them. Colette shivered, her cunt and ass beginning to react to the terrible double invasion, sucking at the finger and whip handle despite her horror and shame.
Seymour yanked the whip handle out and Colette gave a scream, dropping to the floor, her shitter walls throbbing with pain. The boy's finger also pulled out as she dropped and crouched there, shaking all over.
Seymour grabbed her hair once more and hauled her to her knees, forcing her over to where Laura was spread on her feet and hands, her head back, her back arched, keeping her pussy open as Steve finger-fucked her and jerked his cock, his hands running faster over his stiff prick as he gazed at the girl spread out for him.
"Get up like that," Seymour said.
"No, no, I can't!" Colette gasped, staring at her daughter.
"Get up like that, or I'm gonna have some fun with you!" Seymour shouted.
"No, please, don't!"
Without another word, Seymour gripped her and forced her over to the rope. Colette screamed, thinking she was going to be strung up again, but what happened was even worse. Seymour got three of the boys to hold her on her knees, facing Laura and Steve as he jerked his cock over her. Before Colette knew what was happening, straps were put over the backs of her calves, holding her on her knees on the carpet, her thighs wide open. She struggled, wept and pleaded, but the boys twisted her arms behind her back and pulled them up until they hurt.
"Please, let me go!" she cried, staring at her daughter.
Laura was grinning at her mother, her ass circling, her wide-open pussy running cum and cuntjuices. Steve was grunting and gasping as he rubbed his cock above her body. With a low moan, he pulled his finger out of Laura's cunt and stood closer, right between Laura's open legs, his hand blurring on his cock.
Seymour gripped Colette's wrists and bound them together with a leather strap that had a ring on it. The straps were no sooner in place than he clipped the ring into the hook on the end of the rope and pulled it up.
Colette screamed as extra pressure came onto her arms, bending them higher into the small of her back and pulling against the bonds that held her legs to the floor. When the rope stopped pulling, she was stretched painfully, her arms and legs aching.
Seymour stepped up to her, his cock sticking out of his pants, a small cat in his hand. The thin cat tails were knotted tightly all the way down. Almost casually, he lashed Colette's heaving tits.
"Aaaghghh! Stop, no!" Colette screamed, her body jerking in the bonds and her tits erupting with agony, red marks appearing all over them.
Seymour whipped her again, lashing the cat across her tits and drawing another scream from her as the thin lines of pain spread over her white flesh. Then he stepped closer, his cock thrusting at Colette's face.
"Suck it," he said.
"Noooo!" Colette screamed, and twisted away.
Seymour stepped back and whipped her tits with hard strokes, beating the twin mounds as she struggled and screamed, jerking on her knees as the terrible knots beat her flesh.
Standing over Laura, Steve was going crazy as he rubbed his cock, his hand jerking faster and harder as his climax approached.
"Yaaahhhh!" he roared. "Here it comes, all over your tits, baby, over your tits!"
"Watch, bitch!" Seymour shouted at Colette, and the bound woman shuddered as she saw what was happening.
Out of the tip of Steve's cock shot a stream of white cum. It curved up through the air and down splattering all over Laura's mouth and down to her tits. She gave a moan of delight and licked up the stuff she could reach, her body tossing up as Steve roared and jerked his cock hard, sending another stream of cum through the air to splatter all over Laura's tits and belly.
"More, more!" he gasped, his hand blurring and his cum shooting out, splashing over Laura's body, running over her tits and into her bellybutton.
With depraved moans of satisfaction, Laura licked her lips clean of his cum, but kept her body up, taking the streams of hot jism as they gushed from Steve's piss-slit. The force of the climax dwindled, so the cum began to splash farther down Laura's body, over her stomach and lower belly, then into her dark pussyhair and into the crack of her cunt as well. Steve was gasping with satisfaction, his hand slowing as his cum dribbled down his cockshaft.
"Fuck," he said. "That was good!" With perfect grace, Laura eased up and slid to her knees in front of him, taking his cock in her hands and licking off the last of the cum as it dribbled out. With her other hand, she circled her fingers around her nipples, drawing cum from the lower curves of her tits and smearing it over her tight nipple buds. Then she went deeper, rubbing cum into her belly and pussy mound, finally fingering the cum that had gushed over her pussy.
Colette screamed as Seymour pushed his cock at her mouth and lashed her tits, somehow curving the tightly knotted tails around his thrusting cock. The pain rushed over her, but this time she knew she couldn't give in. The thought of letting a cock into her mouth almost made her throw up. The cat lashed her tits hard, beating another terrible scream out of her. Seymour stepped back, his cock bobbing as he whipped her harder. "Suck it!" he shouted, lashing the cat across
Colette's heaving tits again.
"Aaaghhhh! No, no, I can't!" Colette screamed, struggling against the bonds, her arms and legs aching almost as badly as her tits.
"Suck it!" he yelled, lashing the cat into her writhing body, slashing the tightly knotted cat tails over her tits.
Suddenly Laura was there, cum all over her tits and belly, grinning at her mother.
"Can I make her clean me up too?" she asked.
"Sure, my darling," Seymour said, and lashed Colette's tits. "Get the cane and have a good time on her ass, she can't last much longer."
"Noooo!" Colette screamed, lurching against the ropes, feeling the cat whip her tits as she screamed in horror, pain gushing over her.
Laura came back with the cane, running it through her fingers and grinning wildly.
"Not that I've always wanted to do this, Mommy," she said. "It's just that I wanna beat the shit out of you."
She raised the cane and whipped it across Colette's ass.
Colette's screams doubled as she struggled helplessly, her ass burning. The boys were all crowded around, grinning madly.
"Yeah, go on, Tim!" Seymour yelled as he whipped Colette's tits.
One of the boys stepped forward, his cock jerking out of control. He held it over Colette, keeping to the side so that Seymour could continue his relentless whipping of her tits. Colette screamed in horror, knowing what was going to happen. Her ass erupted as Laura whipped her, her tits rang with pain and her arms and legs ached.
Suddenly cum gushed out of Tim's cock. He groaned with lust, jerking his spurting prick as his jism sprang out and splattered into Colette's tits. Her scream of disgust was drowned by her scream of pain as the cat lashed her tits, splattering the fresh cum all over the place. Her ass rang with more agony under another stroke, and a hot wad of cum hit her right in the mouth.
"Aaghhhh!" Colette wailed, her body jerking, the horrible gooey spunk all over her lips. Another hot stream of the jizz splashed over her face, running down into her mouth as she tried to keep from tasting it.
"Lick it up, whore!" Seymour yelled, lashing her tits.
"Come on, Mommy," Laura said, lashing her mother across the ass, "lick it up like a good girl. Cum tastes wonderful, didn't you know?"
Colette screamed, staring up at Tim as he yelled with passion, his cock pumping cum all over her face, his hand blurring over his shaft. The streams of cum gushed out, splashing all over her face and tits. Colette was out of her mind with pain and horror. She knew that they had defeated her, that she had to give in. But she would get her revenge on them all. Suddenly she thought about having these disgusting boys bent over, and of whipping them as punishment.
A surge of awful passion rushed over her, making her tremble all over. "Stop, I'll do it!"
Seymour stopped the cat and Laura drew the cane slowly over her mother's ass.
"Ooohhh, Mommy, you're a real spoilsport," Laura said. "I was just getting into that."
Colette was broken. She leaned against the ropes, her arms aching horribly as Tim pushed his still-throbbing cock at her mouth, his face a mask of lust and excitement.
For the first time in her life, Colette let a man's cock pass between her lips. With a sob of submission, she licked the cockhead and tasted cum. It wasn't as bad as she'd expected.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Ooohhh, that's nice!" Tim gasped as Colette's lips moved over his cockhead and her tongue licked off the last of his cum. "Keep it up, honey, that's real nice!"
He thrust his softening cock at Colette's mouth and more of it sank between her lips.
She moaned, both with the shame and the lingering pain from the whip. She licked off the cum that stiH oozed from Tim's cockslit, tasting the salty goo and wondering why she didn't vomit at the disgusting stuff in her mouth. Tim thrust and she felt his cock get harder. She sobbed, sucking at the young cockhead as Tim gave a moan and ran his hands through her hair.
"That's enough for now," Laura said, and thrust Tim aside.
He turned her on, then thought better of it. The sexy little schoolgirl stood in front of her mother, pouting and swaying her ass.
"Seymour says you have to clean me up," she said. "I'm all cummy, all over, look at me."
She thrust her tits at Colette's mouth, leaning down to get them at the right level.
"No, no!" Colette screamed, twisting on the ropes, her arms aching.
"Clean me off," said Laura, pushing her tits at her mother's mouth.
"No, no-aaaghhh! No!" Colette screeched as the thin cane lashed across her red ass. She twisted to see Seymour as he stood behind her, sliding the cane through his fingers. "She's my daughter, you pervert!"
"And a wonderful girl too," Seymour said, sliding the rod slowly through his fingers. "But she has got cum all over her and you can't expect any of us to lick it off, can you? So get to it, whore, lick her clean!"
"No, no!" Colette gasped as she watched the cane swing up and hold in the air. "You can't do this!"
She writhed, struggling and screaming as the cane lashed her ass, making her thighs shake as she jerked like a hooked fish.
"No, stop, you can't nooo, no-aaaghhh! Help me, help meeee!"
"Lick her clean," Seymour said, and whipped Colette again, laying the cane savagely into her crimson asscheeks.
Colette's scream rang around the room and, once more, she knew she was defeated. She sobbed, vowing the most terrible revenge in the world for the way she had been treated. As the next stroke of the cane swept in, she leaned forward and licked at the smeared cum all over her daughter's tits.
"That's it, Mommy," Laura said, holding Colette's head, running her fingers through her mother's hair, one young thrusting tit pushing at Colette's mouth. "Oooohh, suck it, Mommy, suck it! Clean it all off, that's right, lick my nipple! Ooohhh, you learn fast, Mommy, now bite it! Just bite it gently, go on, right between your front teeth! Ooohhh, yeahhh, Mommy, just like that, oooh yeahhhh!"
Colette wept into Laura's creamy titflesh. She, felt humiliated. Laura's nipple pushed into her mouth and she slid her teeth across it, sawing them on the crinkled bud and feeling a surge of passion as Laura leaned down, gasping and moaning.
"Lick my nipple, Mommy!" Laura moaned. "Lick it and bite it! Yeah, just like that- oooohhhh!"
Colette wanted to die. Her teeth rolled Laura's nipple around while her tongue swept over the tip as it protruded into her mouth. She felt Laura come, gasping as the waves of passion swept over her.
"Yeeesss, Mommy!" Laura squealed. "Ooohhh, that's wonderful, that's-ooohhh yeahhhh, ooohhhh!"
The little schoolgirl gave moans of satisfaction, rubbing her clit over Colette's face while she ran one hand down to her own pussy and rubbed it, sending her climax even higher.
Rage surged through Colette. In a haze of anger, she bit harder on Laura's nipple, chewing and clamping her teeth down.
"Ooooh, Mommy!" Laura screamed, and came again, her body jerking wildly as the lust surged through her. "Ooohhh, fuck, that's wonderful, oohhh!"
Colette went out of her mind. In a fit of uncontrollable rage, she chewed down to the limit of her power.
Laura gave a scream of pain and slammed her hand into Colette's cheek. "Bitch, bitch!" she screamed. "You bitch!" Colette kept it up for another second and then the cane lashed into her ass. The shock jerked her up for a moment, and Laura pulled her nipple out and fell back, moaning with pain as she rubbed her tit, tears rolling down her face. "The bitch!" she wailed. The cane lashed Colette's ass and she screamed in agony.
"You will pay for that!" Seymour shouted, whipping her again, the cane bending under the impact. "Get me the mouth control." He whipped Colette's ass with all his force, laughing as the woman screamed and begged him for mercy. "Fuck, you are gonna suck a lot of cock!"
"Nooo, noo, she's my daughter-aaghhh!" Colette screamed as the agony surged out of her ass. Her body jerked, her arms pulling helplessly against the bonds that held her.
Suddenly one of the boys was standing there with a horrible-looking device. It had a metal ring in it with leather padding. From that ran a thick strap.
Seymour took hold of the thing and stood over Colette, showing it to her.
"This is going in your mouth," he said. "And then you're gonna get your ass whipped to shreds while you do some real sucking, bitch!"
"No, no, you wouldn't do that!" Colette gasped, staring at where Laura lay in a chair, rubbing her nipple and staring back with real hatred in her eyes.
Before Colette could say anything else, Seymour held her by the hair and began to cram the leather-covered ring into her mouth. Colette gritted her teeth and fought it, but she knew it was just a matter of time.
Laura got up off the chair and grabbed the cane. Colette screamed, but that opened her mouth and the ring went in a little. She struggled, but Laura was behind her. Panic swept over Colette, the cane lashed her and it was all she could do to stop from screaming. At the next blow, she couldn't stop herself and her mouth sprang open, allowing the ring to cram in.
With one movement, Seymour pushed the ring right in, forcing Colette's jaws open, even as Laura whipped her again and Colette jerked in agony on the rope. The metal ring was beyond her teeth, the leather filling the rest of her mouth as her jaws ached from being stretched so hard. Seymour took the strap and tightened it around her head, holding the leather-covered ring in place. Colette was utterly helpless.
"You bitch," Laura said. "Look at my tit, look at it."
She shoved her crushed nipple at Colette and the deep purple of the bruise was very clear. There was even a slight break in the skin from which a little blood seeped.
"Fuck, we'll get you for this," Laura said.
One of the boys came up beside Laura and shoved his cock at Colette's mouth.
"Suck it," Seymour said, and whipped Colette's ass with the cane. .
There was nothing Colette could do. The boy grabbed her head and rammed his cock through the ring and into her mouth. He gasped and thrust his cockhead deeper, fucking it into her throat. The cane lashed her as the boy thrust again and her scream bubbled out from around his cock as she jerked, her body seething with agony. Her throat muscles opened in her pain and his cock slid in for a moment. With a deep yell of lust, he fucked her throat, his cock blurring through the ring until he pulled back for a moment, waiting for the next lash of the cane.
The blow came, whipping Colette's ass so hard she was sure she was going to pass out. Her throat opened and the boy fucked it, his cock diving deep as he gasped, shoving his throbbing cockhead in until his balls bounced against Colette's lips.
The cane lashed Colette's ass faster, driving Colette into screaming bouts of pain as the cock jerked in her throat and suddenly cum was streaming out of it, filling her throat and backing up into her mouth.
"Suck it all down, whore!" Seymour yelled, whipping Colette even harder, the cane bouncing off her assflesh.
Colette felt her head spinning as the terrible cum filled her mouth, gushing out as the boy groaned and came, his cock shooting jism hard into her throat, his fingers gripping her hair and his balls slapping against her chin.
"Yuuurrrgggg!" the boy moaned as his stream of cum ran out and he fucked his cock in and out of Colette's mouth, letting the final drops of his spunk ooze down her throat.
"Okay, get her on the desk, on her back," Seymour said. "Who's next?"
"Me, sir," said several of the boys, their eyes glassy with lust.
"Don't worry, you'll all get a shot at her."
The boys clustered around, helping get the sobbing Colette off the ropes, fondling her tits and cunt as they pulled her up and hustled her over to the desk.
Colette was aching with pain, but she wasn't ready for what happened next. They flung her across the desk so that her head and ass stuck over the sides. Her back rubbed against the solid wood as two of the boys spread her legs wide, pulled them up over her head and pressed them down so hard that the toes of her high heels scraped the desk top at the corners. Colette shrieked in pain as her ass bucked up off the edge of the desk, but she was ignored.
Two more of the boys took her ankles and lashed them to the bonds at the corners of the desk, then grabbed her hands and did the same for her wrists, so that Colette was helplessly spread-eagled on the desk top. She writhed in vain, her head hanging over the edge of the desk, her arms pulling at the bonds and her body aching. But it was her legs that suffered the most, pulled down and so wide her tendons strained and cracked. Her cunt and ass were thrust up where anybody could get at them, and several boys were sliding their hands over her whipped flesh, enjoying their freedom to humiliate her.
Another boy grabbed her head and fucked his cock through the ring and into her throat.
The cat whipped her pussy and she writhed on the desk top, her body burning with the most incredible pain and horror.
"You bitch, you will pay for this!" Seymour yelled. "You suffer until Laura's tit heals, you snotty little cunt!"
He whipped Colette's pussy, the thin tails of the cat lashing her reddened flesh hard, leaving streaks of red and harder points of crimson pain.
Colette shrieked and tossed on the desk. Some of the boys were fondling her tits, and the boy fucking her mouth rammed his cock deep into her throat and held it there, making her breathe through her nose.
The cat lashed across her pussy, biting into her cut and sending a surging agony through her that she had never felt before. It erupted in waves that washed over her, making her throat open and her lungs heave as she gasped for breath.
"Ohhh yeah, hey, sir, we should use this more often!" the boy yelled as he fucked his cock deep into Colette's throat.
"We'll use it when we have to!" Seymour snapped, lashing Colette's pussy again. "Most of our girls see sense before this!"
He whipped Colette's pussy hard, watching as her ass jerked up and her hands twisted in the bonds.
"Oooooohhh, fuck, I'm gonna shoot!" the boy yelled, forcing his cock into Colette's mouth to the hilt, his balls rubbing over her chin.
She sobbed and screamed into the spasming cockhead as the first jet of spunk gushed out and splattered into her throat. The cat lashed her pussy and she gasped. More cum shot out as the boy yelled and jerked his cock in Colette's mouth. Other boys twisted her nipples, and strange things began to happen to Colette.
As she gasped for breath, she became lightheaded and the pain receded, even as the cat lashed her throbbing pussy, cutting hard into her clit. The pain became passion, surging up over her as her throat spasmed and her lungs ached for air. The boy above her yelled with release, his jism filling her mouth as he eased his cockhead back a little. She swallowed and could breathe again, taking a great gasp of air as the next thick rope of cockjuice splattered into her mouth. The cat lashed her clit and the pain was sharper, making her jerk and scream as she swallowed the cum, her pussy throbbing with red agony. Twice more it lashed her and her scream rang out harder each time. Then Seymour stopped and the bound woman collapsed on the desk top.
"Uuurrrghh-yeahhhh!" the boy moaned as he held his cock in Colette's mouth, letting it shoot the last of its cum as it began to soften. "Fuck, I like blow-jobs!"
"Wait till you've had one of mine," Laura said, stroking his cock as she leaned down over her mother. "Having a good time, Mommy? Lots more to come. Come-I like that!"
The boy pulled his cock out and Colette was left there, still pulled double on the desk, her body rocking with pain. Seymour pulled Colette's head up.
"Now you're gonna get double-fucked," he said, "so I can't whip your pussy, and whipping your tits would get in the way a bit. But you have to suffer, bitch, so what shall I do?"
Colette screamed through the ring as she saw the two tiny clamps in his hand. They had metal jaws and screws that closed them. She shuddered as she looked at them.
Seymour smiled and ran them close to Colette's terrified eyes. "Don't worry, we've thought of everything. We have all the suffering you want, right here. These will show you what it feels like to have your nipples crushed."
"Aaaghhh!" Colette gasped, begging him not to use them, her words lost through the ring, her jaws shuddering as she tried to scream.
Smiling nastily, Seymour leaned down and ran his hand over her helpless tits. Her tight nipples trembled as he took them and rolled them in his fingers, pulling them stiff for the clamps.
"Aaahhhh!" Colette screamed incoherently through the metal ring. But the ring not only stopped her words, it even cut down the power of her screams. She shuddered and writhed, but Seymour moved one of the clamps to her right nipple, the jaws rasping over her flesh. She gasped and shook, her nipple pulsing as
Seymour turned the screw and the jaws began to bite.
The pain was low at first, but it grew fast, surging out of her nipple as the jaws tightened. Colette arched on the desk top, her hands gripping the ropes and her legs trembling as she screamed helplessly.
Seymour gave another twist, and Colette felt she was going to die. Seymour pulled the clamp out hard, stretching Colette's tit.
"Seems tight enough," he said, and let the clamp go. It slammed back into Colette's tit and hung there, vibrating as she struggled and screamed in agony.
He slid a clamp onto her other nipple and Colette went out of her mind, struggling in raw panic on the desk top, her body bathed with sweat. Nothing stopped him. He slid the clamp over her nipple and tightened it, twisting the screw viciously until Colette was screaming in constant agony, her nipple crushed in the tiny jaws. He pulled that one out too, sending Colette shrieking and jerking on the desk top.
Then two boys leaped at Colette. One of them shoved his cock through the ring and into her throat, while the other one shoved his rock-hard prick at her tight little cunt.
"Jesus," he said. "She's wet." With a long groan of lust, he fucked his cock in.
Colette jerked as the boy's cock filled her cunthole. She may have been wet, but she hadn't had a cock up her cunt in years, and it wasn't ready. She shrieked into the thick, eager cock ramming at her throat, and jerked as her pussy walls trembled around the invading prick. The pain in her tits rushed over her in constant waves, mingling with the agony still surging slowly from her ass and whipped pussy.
The two cocks churned in her body, the boys close to coming with excitement. Colette gasped, having trouble breathing again past the invading fuck-rod. The strap that held the ring in had slipped up, blocking her nose more than ever. She sobbed and gasped, her body throbbing from lack of air.
And it happened again, the struggle for air blocking off the pain and sending strange low passions through her. Her throat muscles and pussy walls throbbed around the hard cocks as they rushed in and out, reaming her fuckholes with hard strokes. Even the dark pain from her crushed tits sank low, under a desperate, surging excitement that built in her guts and grew with each gasp for air.
She began tossing on the desk top to the beat of the pricks raping her, her legs twisting and struggling, her hands gripping the bonds as if her life depended on it. Slow bursts of passion erupted in her body, her throat spasmed and she dimly heard the boy yell with lust as the cum burst out of his balls.
Thick creamy jism filled her mouth, and she sucked it down with great compulsive gulps. The boy was bellowing with lust, gripping her hair, slamming his cock right into her throat, then pulling it back and spouting over her mouth, getting the leather of the ring wet and sticky.
In her cunt, the other cock went out of control, jerking and throbbing as more hot jism erupted, splashing into her pussy walls.
The cock pulled out of her mouth and she gulped air, the pain returning, so that she was almost glad when the next boy fucked his long thin prick into her throat. Her throat spasming, she lay on the desk, spread-eagled for them all. Some of the boys played with the nipple clamps, twisting them and sending sharp jabs of extra pain through her, until the growing lack of air sent her gasping into the soft, rolling waves of passion she had known before. A new cock fucked into her cunt, slamming deep in one stroke. The boy leaned on her thighs, his balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her with frantic strokes, his orgasm already very close.
Colette was sinking into a swirling world of pain and deep, burning, dark passion. It was breaking loose, surging up through her body, rushing through her tits to her nipples, and raging with greater intensity each moment.
Above her, a boy yelled as his cum shot from his cock into her throat. Another boy was yelling, his cock shooting deep in her cunt, jerking over her spasming pussy walls as he filled her fuckhole with jism. The boy fucking her mouth pulled out, allowing the pain to surge again for a moment as she gasped for air, but almost instantly another cock fucked in and the swirling passion returned.
This time nothing stopped it. In one endless surge, her passion rushed up over her. Then she was coming, screaming in the grip of the first orgasm she had ever had. Wildly she tossed on the desk top, vaguely aware of the boys yelling and laughing, slamming their cocks into her and shooting hot spunk all over her throat and pussy. She had no idea how many there were, certainly more than ten as the boys came back for more, fucking their hard cocks into her again and again.
Cum filled her mouth and dripped off the leather between her teeth as boy after boy rammed his cock into her throat and came almost at once as her sucking dragged the cum out of his balls. Her cunt was doing the same thing, throbbing over each cock, drawing the thick jism out.
Colette soared up, her mind spinning, her body out of control and her legs trembling. Each time a cock pulled out of her mouth, she gasped for air, feeling the pain returning, drawing her back down until another cock fucked in and the passion surged back again.
Finally she found herself lying on the desk top, screaming in a pain that was returning with each gasp of her sobbing mouth. It climbed through her aching cunt, her sore throat muscles, and most of all, from her tits. Her eyes flicked open, seeing the stunned boys standing around her. Cum was all over her body, from her lips to her thighs. She screamed, feeling the throbbing agony in her nipples bursting out, overtaking the passion.
Seymour undid the screws and pulled the clamps off. Colette gave a shriek and fell back, gasping in pain.
"Okay, boys, off to class," Seymour said, and they left, tucking soft cocks back into their pants.
He undid the strap and pulled the ring out of Colette's mouth. She sobbed and worked her jaws, trying to get rid of the ache. Finally he undid her legs and arms, and she rolled off the desk and onto the floor, moaning, weeping and rubbing her body to soothe the pain. Seymour prodded her with his foot.
"Are you ready to behave?" he asked.
Colette nodded.
"I'll give you one chance," he said. "You have some hours to kill. You can either spend them in a hot tub, getting the aches out of your lovely body, or you can spend them hanging by your arms. Which is it?"
Colette moaned. "Please, don't hang me up!"
"Going to behave?" Seymour asked, and she nodded. "Get up."
Colette managed to stand, though her whole body was throbbing and her legs were rubbery. She was alone in the room with Seymour. He made her walk in front of him along a passage at the back of his office and into his own private rooms. He pushed her through his bedroom, a luxurious place with an enormous bed, and into his bathroom. That was also luxurious, with a sauna and a whirlpool.
"Undress," he said, and Colette somehow got her torn stockings and shoes off. At his instruction, she got into the warm water and sat there, almost weeping at the wonderful caress of the water. "Everything's locked and the alarm system is set, so don't try to escape. If you do, I'll hang you up, got that?"
Colette nodded pitifully, and Seymour left. She didn't even try to find a way out. In a few moments, she was asleep in the wonderful, warm water.
CHAPTER FIVE
Colette woke up, her body relaxed and loose. She spread out in the warm water as it surged around her and wondered what time it was. She had almost forgotten what she had been through until she looked down at her tits and saw the lingering crimson of her flesh. Then she remembered the agony. She slid her hand over her nipple and it throbbed to the touch, pangs of pain and excitement springing from the crinkled, bruised bud. Guiltily, she dropped it and gave a sob of shame. Something terrible had happened to her as the boys fucked her. She had come, climaxing with more passion than she had ever felt.
The door opened with the rattle of a key and Cindy, the little blonde, came in carrying a tray. She put it down by Colette.
"Mr. Jackson says you have to eat," she said, and turned away.
"Hey, Cindy, don't you remember me?" Colette asked, grabbing for her hand. "Hey, how do we get out of here? There must be a way."
Cindy looked down at her. "You'd better learn fast."
Colette was going to ignore the food, but it was good, and she discovered that she was hungry. Almost disgusted with herself, she wolfed it down and was just finishing as Seymour came in, dressed in a dark robe.
He tossed some red clothes onto a chair.
"Get out," he said.
Colette climbed out of the bath, her legs wobbling, her whole body relaxed.
"Let's have a look at you." He paraded around the black-haired woman, his eyes taking everything in. "Not bad."
He ran a hand over Colette's mashed ass-cheeks. She shivered and suddenly realized once more the horror of her situation.
"Okay," he snapped, "now go and do your hair, it's a mess. And make yourself presentable. Your stuff is there, we had it brought in."
That was a terrible shock for Colette. Her own cosmetics were on the bathroom stand. She had been tricked completely. Seymour sat down and waited, leaning back in the chair, watching her without any obvious interest.
"I'm going to turn you all in, you know," she said, her voice cracking, as she brushed and set her hair.
He ignored her, but she found herself blushing as she made her face up.
"Put those on," he said, nodding at the clothes.
A terrible mixture of shame and passion broke over Colette as she discovered what the clothes were. They were all the same brilliant red, the five-inch heels, the stockings, suspenders, side-tie panties and little dress. When she had them on, she saw herself in the mirror and was shocked, even though she knew what she would look like. She was a grown woman, and this outfit was an insult, even for a schoolgirl. The little dress clung to her every curve, outlining her body perfectly. It just about covered her tits, but over them it was nothing but a flap that could be undone and dropped to reveal her twin mounds. Below the belt that held her waist tightly, the dress flared out over her luscious ass, but it didn't even reach to her stocking tops. Her lacy suspender straps ran up her thighs, but the little panties didn't disguise the red welts all over her ass at all. She was panting as she turned to face her tormentor.
"Nice," he said, and walked around her, his cock sticking out of the front of his robe like a massive pole. "Bend over and hold your ankles."
Colette gave a deep inward groan of shame as she ran her hands down her legs and held her ankles, her ass sticking up under the little dress.
He slid his hand over her ass, stroking her flesh as she stared up at him through her spread legs, her thigh muscles stretched perfectly by the five-inch heels.
"The reason you're wearing red is that red is the punishment color in this school. Any girl who is stupid, or criminal enough to wear this is open for anything anybody wants to do. And she can't refuse, whatever it is. And she wears it for however long the crime deserves. You will wear it until Laura's nipple has healed. Stand up."
Colette was trembling with fury as she obeyed.
"And finally, this," Seymour said, and held out a wide leather collar covered with studs. He slid it around Colette's neck, pulling it until it was tight and she had a little trouble breathing. In the front was a ring, and he cUpped a leash to it.
The tight collar made Colette gasp. She trembled and stared at the floor.
"If you cooperate, we might get you into some other color early," he said. "But you'll have to be very good. Are you prepared to be very good?"
"Yes," Colette said, her face down, blushing for no reason she could understand.
"Yes, sir," Seymour whispered.
"Yes, sir."
"Good. We have a large party tonight and you will be the star attraction. For now, blow me. Watching you get dressed has given me a terrible hard-on."
The order came so fast that Colette shivered and her head spun. She looked down at his cock and dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands going to his swollen rod at once. She held the massive fucker, her fingers working up and down the hard flesh as she let her mouth wander over the enormous round cockhead.
"And don't let any of it out of your mouth. I don't want your dress cum-stained before we even get to the party."
"Yes, sir," Colette said, and broke into sobs of shame. She couldn't understand why she was behaving like this, submitting to his will. She sucked on his cock, her breath gasping a little in the tight collar.
"Stop that," he said, "you'll ruin your make up.
Colette managed to stop weeping. She worked her mouth over his thick cockhead, taking it deep and moaning as it filled her mouth and thrust at her throat.
"Suck it, yeah," Seymour murmured. "Just like that. That's good."
He held her hair tightly and thrust his cock at her mouth, holding her still and fucking her mouth to his own pace.
"You're one hell of a woman," he said. "Fuck, your mouth drives me crazy!" He thrust his cockhead at her throat until she gasped and gagged, her body shaking in the little red dress. "If you'd wake up, we might have a great time here, you know that?"
Colette groaned as he kept up his mouth-fucking, his cockhead moving over her tongue as she sucked and sucked at it.
"Well, we'll see," he murmured, sliding his cock at her mouth faster as the cum built up in his balls. "It's criminal to waste a face and body like yours, but then, we're not going to waste it any longer, are we?"
Colette just moaned, her body tingling with the awful passions building up in it. She sucked harder at his cockhead, feeling it throb and heave with the approaching release of his jism. Her fingers ran up and down his shaft, flickering over his flesh, driving him into a growing lust. She eased a hand down and caressed his balls, feeling the heavy nuts churn in their crinkled sac.
His hands gripped her hair harder, his cock speeded up its ramming mouth-fuck, the sides of his robe jerking around with the heaves of his body.
"You bitch!" he growled, his cock fucking in and out of her lips. "You can suck like a whore, bitch, the best whore in the world.
Fuuuuck, I'm gonna teach you to take this right down your throat, you know that, right down your throat-aaahhh, yeaaaahhhh!"
His cock throbbed and heaved in her mouth and the streams of jism poured out of the tiny piss-slit, gushing into her throat. She swallowed, her throat pulsing and her cheeks filling with spunk. Cum spread over her Ups, but she held it inside, flicking her tongue out to capture any gobs that might escape. He yelled with lust, his cock pounding into her mouth, the shaft throbbing and jerking as it shot the thick wads of creamy spunk into her open mouth.
"Fuuuuck!" he shouted. "Oohhh, fuuuuck, this is it, this is it, bitch, you give me anything less than this from now on and you'll be over a chair getting your ass whipped! Hard, you got that?"
Colette nodded her head. She licked at the cum, taking it all down, swallowing compulsively, managing to hold it all in her mouth as the stream of hot goo ran out and Seymour gave a low moan of satisfaction.
He eased his cock out until she was licking at the pricktip, taking up the last drops as they oozed from his cockslit.
"Not bad," he said, "but remember what I said."
"Yes, sir." She had tears of shame in her eyes. She didn't understand her reactions at all. One moment she wanted to die, the next, horrible bursts of passion were beating through her.
He took hold of the leash. "Get up. Make sure your dress is correct."
Colette shuddered at his voice, there was so much menace in it. She pulled her dress down, smoothing it out, and pulled her stockings straight where they had gotten a little creased.
Seymour took hold of the front of her dress and pulled the snaps over her tits. The flaps fell away, revealing her lovely tits. Without saying a word, he pulled them and rearranged the dress around them until he was satisfied.
The burst of humiliation that Colette felt almost made her explode. She could hardly stand still. "Snap them back up!" Colette trembled all over, her body shaking with fury. Dimly she remembered the agony of the cane, but her rage was building over that, seething to the surface. The only thing that stopped her from going crazy was a feeling that Seymour wanted her to lose control so that he could punish her more. She gritted her teeth and panted, her tits heaving so much that she had trouble clipping the dress back up.
Seymour took hold of the chain and pulled. "This way."
Suddenly Colette realized that there were low voices from the other side of the door and her guts twisted into knots. Seymour flung the door open and there was a buzz of excitement. He led her in on the end of the leash.
"Wooooowww," somebody said as Colette was led in, shaking and blushing, her fury only just under control. There was a burst of applause and whistles, making Colette feel like a slave on display.
There were about ten men in Seymour's room, all in robes, gathered around to look at her. In addition, Laura leaned back on a big four-poster bed as if she owned it, and Colette was willing to bet that she did. Finally, there were two of the schoolgirls, both in the same red as Colette was, and both with their hands bound over their heads as they hung from the ceiling by their arms, their feet just touching the floor. Both were little blondes. One of them had a sulky, pouting face, while the curly haired one was softer, tears running down her face. "Here she is," Seymour said, leading Colette to the center of the room. "What do you think?"
"Yeahhh, is what we think, Seymour!" one of the men yelled. "Laura was telling us what a bitch she is, but we said that a bitch is exactly what we want!"
The men laughed, their eyes on Colette, and Laura laughed with them, her hand running softly over her painful nipple.
"You saw what she did to my tits," Laura shouted. "Make sure she gets it, all the way."
"My staff," Seymour said, waving at the men. "Go meet them."
He unclipped the leash from Colette's collar.
Colette shook all over. The men crowded around. They were mainly young, and all looked ready to fuck her brains out. In addition, there were more than enough terrible-looking machines, whips and ropes lying around for any depraved thing they had in mind.
"Come here, bitch," said one of the men.
Colette walked toward him, and he slid his hand up her thigh without saying another word, his fingers probing into her cunt, pushing the thin panties into her fuckhole. She gasped and shuddered, her rage building fast.
"Not bad. Looks like a tight little cunt there."
"Should be," Seymour said. "Hardly used." The men laughed again and Colette broke out in a sweat. One of the men grabbed her and spun her around. "Bend over," he said. Colette was shaking horribly. She started to bend down as he slid his hands over her ass, pulling up her dress for a better view. "Spread 'em!"
Colette gurgled with hatred as she eased her heels out on the floor. She worked her hands down her stockinged calves and gripped her ankles, knowing the wonderful sight her legs and ass presented. The man worked his hands into her panties and slid a finger into her ass-crack, probing for the tight entrance to her shitter.
"Hmm," he said, pushing at her shitter, invading Colette's ass, "this one's gonna be fun, tight as a roach's pussy."
He thrust and his finger fucked into Colette's asshole.
Colette screamed and twisted, swinging out at the man and slapping him hard across the face.
"Nice," he chuckled. "Got to be disciplined, have we?"
"Let me go!" Colette screamed, suddenly aware of what she had done.
It didn't do her any good. Two more men grabbed her and pulled her over to another rope. One of them held it while her hands were lashed together and she was hanging from the ceiling before she knew what was happening. Her arms ached, her feet just held a grip on the carpet and her little red dress was pulled up at least halfway up her curving ass. She sobbed bitterly as she saw the man she'd slapped coming toward her with a riding crop in his hand.
He came up behind her and slid his hand over her tits, caressing them through the thin dress. Casually, he undid one of the dress flaps and let it fall, taking Colette's nipple in his hand and rolling it around. "You're a bitch, you know that?" he said softly.
Colette sobbed and didn't answer. The man stepped back, and she twisted, seeing the riding crop swing up in his hand.
"Yes, yes, I'm a bitch!" she screamed, but the riding crop was lashing down. "Aaaagghhhhhh! Help!" "Yes, sir!" the man snapped, lashing her hard across her ass. The little dress simply flicked out of the way as the terrible crop whipped at her. "Yes, sir, I'm a bitch!" "Better," he said, and came up to her again, running his hand over her tits and pressing into her back so that she could feel his hard cock between her asscheeks. "I hear you bit Laura's nipple."
"Yes, sir."
"Your own daughter, really." His voice was hard as he twisted her nipple until she moaned in pain. "You should suffer for that, shouldn't you?"
"Yes, sir!"
"That can be arranged. Now, spread your legs."
Colette shivered and sobbed as she spread her legs for him, opening them until her heels were easily four feet apart, her muscles straining and aching.
He leaned down and put a leather strap around both her ankles as she stood there, weeping in horror and shame. Then he tied the straps off to the four-poster bed on one side and a bolt in the floor on the other. She sobbed as she hung there, her body helplessly open to him. He picked up another rod. Then he stood in front of her and slid it between her legs, stroking it over her pussy.
"Yesssss," he said slowly. Colette broke into a sweat as she watched the rod, felt it stroke over her pussy, caressing her clit through the tiny thin panties she wore. In a daze of horror, she watched the rod swing down and suddenly flick up in his expert hand.
The rod cut up through the hem of the dress, right across her clit, beating an agony out of the contact that sent her writhing on the rope, her body twisting, her tits bouncing and her legs pulling at the bonds.
"Yes, I like that," the man said as her screams died away. He flicked the rod up again, cutting it into her pussy and sending terrible agony surging out of her clit once more.
"Aaaghhhhh!" she sobbed, her pussy erupting with pain. Her tits heaved as he ran the rod over her pussy again, caressing her flesh. "What a bitch," he said. "Yes, yes, I am, sir!" she cried, her eyes glued to the rod as it slid between her legs.
"We're gonna give you a show," he said. "Those two on the ropes are due for some very severe punishment. About half of what you're gonna get. I just thought I'd start on you early, something about the tingling in my face."
"I'm sorry, I really am, sir," Colette said. "If you let me down, I'll suck your cock, I will, and Seymour says I'm good at it."
She gasped and moaned and saw to her horror that he had recognized the helpless lust in her labored breathing.
"I'll have your mouth as much as I want and whip you as much as I want," he said, and lashed the rod up between her legs.
"Aaaghhh, yes, sir!" Colette screamed, her body rocking with agony.
But her terrible passion was burning harder too, surging out of her whipped pussy. She saw the rod flick up again and her hips thrust to meet it, her thighs straining farther apart, spreading her pussy for the stroke.
The man grinned, and Colette realized that his cock was sticking out of his robe. Behind him, some of the men were gathering, watching the display, while Laura lay back on the bed, eating a cookie and rubbing her pussy through her tight black panties.
The man leaned forward and undid the other dress flap. It fell down and Colette screamed in horror as he ran the tip of the rod over her cringing tit flesh.
"You bit Laura's nipple, didn't you?"
"Aaaaahhhh!" Colette moaned, her eyes following the tip of the rod as it moved lightly over her tits. "Yes, I did, I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean it."
"But we can't enjoy Laura's tits until it heals. Do you have any idea how much we enjoy her tits?"
"There are plenty of other tits!" The man laughed and moved to the side very fast. The thin rod slid across Colette's tits, stroking over her flesh as she trembled and gasped for air. The collar seemed to get tighter each time her passion surged. The thin rod rolled down the upper curve of her tits and rested on her nipples.
Then the rod swept up and down, cutting right across Colette's tight nipple buds.
Colette's scream rang off the walls. The men gasped, and Laura stopped nibbling on her cookie. Across Colette's tits the stain of pain spread.
"Oooohh, God, please, no!" she cried, her body heaving, sweat breaking out all over her skin.
"Oh, yes," the man said, laying the cane across her nipples again.
"Ooohhh, please, I'll do anything you want!" Colette groaned, staring at the rod as it lay across the spreading crimson welts it had created.
"That's true. Beg me for one more stroke, then maybe I won't give you six more."
"Aaahhhh!" Colette wailed, her body tossing on the ropes. She almost choked at the savage passions running loose in her body.
The rod lashed her nipples, beating them exactly as before, sending her screaming in agony, her legs flailing until even the ring bolt jerked up and dropped back to the floor.
"Ooohh, please, sir, whip my tits once more," Colette moaned, shaking with a horrible mixture of horror and lust.
The rod went up, hovered for a moment, then lashed down, beating across her nipples, sending her screaming and gasping for breath as a deep, dark, depraved passion surged out of her guts.
"You know what I'm going to do while we watch these two cunts get their punishment?" "No-no, sir!" Colette sobbed. "I'm gonna fuck your ass."
"Aaahhhh!" Colette screamed.
CHAPTER SIX
Colette shivered and jerked against the ropes, but the man just smiled and moved behind her. She felt his hands move up over her tits, stroking the whipped flesh. He pressed against her back, his thick cock sliding between her asscheeks through the Utile dress and panties.
"Now watch this," he said softly. "I just hope I can hold out long enough. You drive me crazy, babe." Colette sobbed.
"By the way," he said, "I'm Reg, pleased to meet you."
Colette sobbed louder.
"Say, pleased to meet you, Reg," he said, sliding his fingers over her nipples, rolling them tighter.
"Pleased to meet you, Reg!"
"That's good," he chuckled. "Now watch."
The men gathered around the two bound schoolgirls. The pouting girl stared at them, her tits heaving, her mouth showing defiance. The other girl hung her head, avoiding their eyes.
"Which one?" one of the men asked.
"Whip 'em for it," said another. "First one to scream gets it."
"Hey, great!"
The curly haired blonde broke into sobs as the men gathered closer. One of them reached up and pulled open the flaps of her little red dress. She had big tits, soft and heavy, bouncing like ripe melons as they came out of the dress.
"Niiice," one of the men said, grabbing the girl's squeezing and pulling until the girl gave a moan of pain.
The straight-haired, pouting blonde gasped as the flaps of her dress were taken off. Her smaller, more thrusting tits came out and the men roared their approval.
"Okay, let's see," a tall dark-haired man yelled and came through the crowd, holding two long-tailed cats.
The girls gasped, pulling against their bonds, they eyes staring at the knotted cattails. One man took a cat and lined it up on the pouting blonde's tits. She gasped and moaned, closing her eyes.
The curly haired blonde with the big tits gave a scream of horror as the cat stroked gently across her heaving flesh.
"First one to scream gets her ass fucked," the dark-haired man reminded her, and the two girls sobbed, jerking against the ropes.
The two men drew the cats back and held them. The girls moaned and shuddered.
The cats cut in hard, clashing across the girl's tits.
Colette sobbed in rising horror as Reg's cock caressed her asscrack. His hand was down there, easing out the lacy string that held her panties up. When the string came loose, he could easily slide his cock right into her asscrack.
Colette moaned and looked over at her daughter, and got another shock.
Laura was still on the bed, but so was Seymour. He lay there on the pillows, watching the depravity while Laura's soft little mouth moved up and down his cock. She lay to one side where she could watch, her fingers caressing his balls, her soft Ups working slowly up and down his prick shaft.
"He made me suck him off just now, you stupid bitch!" Colette yelled at her daughter in a fury of rage.
"Ooohh, you bitch, Mommy!" Laura cried. "I'll have you punished for sucking my man off."
She giggled and shamelessly ran her mouth down his cock, swallowing it completely, taking it right into her throat, until her Ups were in his cockhair. She kept her eyes on her mother until Colette gave up, looking back over at the horror on the other side of the room.
The cats lashed the girls' tits, and they both jerked horribly, tossing out of control, their hands gripping the ropes hard. Their tits were crimson with pain, bouncing around as the cat slashed them, but still neither of them had screamed.
"Come on, you bitches!" the dark haired man yelled and whipped the cat back across the curly haired blonde's large mounds.
It was the other girl who broke first. Her pouting mouth opened and she screamed helplessly. "Stop, help, please!" she wailed. The cats stopped and both the girls hung there sobbing wildly, their bodies shaking with pain.
Hands reached up and the ropes fell. The girls collapsed on the floor, rubbing their tits and moaning in agony.
"Stand up!" the dark-haired man snapped, and they struggled up, weeping and gasping.
"Panties!" the dark-haired man shouted, and the two girls reached under their short dresses and pulled their panties off, dropping them to the floor. They stood there, keeping their dresses up so that the men could see their cunts and asses. "Who wants this one?"
Several of the men yelled, so he tossed the girl at one of them and went for the other one, grabbing her and throwing her at a piece of equipment nearby.
It was a set of bars that could be swung around at about shoulder height. It could also be raised and lowered. From the center of a bar rose a massive, thick dildo, at least a foot of hard rubber.
The little blonde sobbed as most of the men gathered around to watch her pain and humiliation. The dark-haired man handed her a tube of vaseline and the little blonde wept as she went up to the dildo and began to rub the vaseline onto the massive pole, covering it from tip to base.
The other schoolgirl wasn't much luckier. Two of the men took her and threw her on her back across a bench. One man tossed her little dress up, spread her legs and fucked his cock up into her pussy. She moaned and writhed, but another man took hold of her blonde hair and pushed his cock between her lips, ramming it in to the hilt, his balls slapping against her nose. Her large tits heaved as she was double-fucked, and her moans rang out from around the thick hard cock in her mouth. One of the man reached down, working her sore tits and pulling at her nipples, squeezing them until her moans turned to screams of pain.
"Enough," the dark-haired man said, and the little pouting blonde gave him the vaseline back. "Get on."
The little girl was weeping helplessly as she climbed up onto the apparatus and eased her ass over the massive dildo. She pulled her asscheeks apart and moved around until she pushed the head of the dildo against her puckered asshole. Then she reached up and gripped the bars above her, holding them with trembling hands. She hung there, sobbing and moaning, while the men waited and the dark-haired man stroked the cat.
With a horrible scream, the little blonde tried to push the dildo into her ass. She sank a little, then jerked, pulling back as the thick dildo rammed into her ass. She gripped the bars, her body shaking horribly.
The cat lashed her ass, beating into her flesh. She screamed and jerked, dropping a little more onto the dildo.
The little blonde screamed, heaving on the dildo, forcing her body down onto it. The man gasped as the massive rod, fully as thick as the girl's wrist, sank into her ass. The whip cut her tits as she fucked down on the dildo, her body jerking and her blonde hair tossing wildly.
"Aaaauuuurrrrghhhh!" she wailed as the enormous fuck-rod fined her guts, fucking into her ass until her asscheeks were on the pole and all of the dildo was inside her. She hung there, moaning and sobbing, her legs trembling. "Well, wasn't that nice?" Reg murmured into no
Colette's ear. "Now it's your turn, sorry I'm not as big as the dildo, but we can give you that later."
Colette wept in despair, but that didn't stop Reg. He took his cock away and came around to face her, taking another tube of vaseline and rubbing the oil on his cock.
"I Uke to have my girls do this," he said, "but I know you're a bit tied up at the moment."
He laughed and Colette wept, more than anything else at the size of his cock. It may not have been as big as the dildo, but it was almost as big as Seymour's. Nine or ten inches of throbbing fuckmeat. Reg gave her a grin and walked back behind her.
Colette shook with added horror. She gasped in the tight collar, her breath getting more labored as he reached for her tits once more and pushed his cock between her swelling asscheeks.
"Oh, no, no, no!" she moaned, but his cockhead reached the entrance to her shitter and she gave a sigh of shame. There was nothing she could do to stop him.
He pushed and his cockhead slid just inside her ass, pushing hard against the tight ring of muscles that guarded her shit-pit. He slid both hands over her tits and squeezed, playing her in as he eased his cock up and back, thrusting just a little at her ass. "Beg me," he said. "Beg me to fuck your ass."
"Oh no, please!" Colette whispered. "I can't stop you, just do it!"
Very slowly, he worked his hands off her tits and down to her waist. "Tom!" Reg yelled. "Gimme a hand!" "Sure," a short fair-haired man said. He picked up a cat and came over.
"No, no, please!" Colette screamed as the cat swung back and lashed her tits. "Aaghhh, no, no aaaghhh!"
She bucked back at Reg, but he kept his cock at the entrance to her ass, waiting. "Please, Reg, fuck my ass!" she screamed. "Please, sir," he snapped, and the cat lashed her tits hard. "Please, sir!"
"Okay," he said, and fucked his cock into her ass.
"Uurrrghhh!" she screamed as the enormous prick rammed up her ass, reaming out her shit-pit and rasping over her shitter walls.
Reg slammed her upward as he rammed in, pulling her legs viciously against the ropes that held her to the bed and the ring in the floor. "Aaaghhh!"
Reg held her by her slim waist, his large hands almost able to close around it. Slowly he fucked his cock into her shitter, ramming her up on his cock, then sliding his cock half out of her quivering ass before he fucked back in again.
"Beg Tom to whip your tits," Reg said, his cock slamming high into Colette's ass.
"Noooo!" Colette screamed. "Don't make me do that!"
"If you don't, I'll have your tits whipped," he said, "and then your ass when I get done with it. This way you just get your tits done over."
Colette wept bitterly, stared at Tom, who stood there stroking the cat, and gasped for breath. Her head spun as a sudden arrow of depraved lust burst through her, coming from the force of Reg's cock in her ass and the sight of the cat.
"Please, sir, whip my tits!" Colette screamed, and flung her head back, gasping for breath, her entire body shaking with an agony of her shame, pain and horrible passion.
The cat lashed her tits. She screamed and jerked back on Reg's cock, fucking it high into her tight ass. She shook and sweat broke out all over her body. The cat whipped her again and the pain drove her heaving and bouncing on the ropes, her hands clutching at the bonds and her body shaking with pain.
When the next blow came, Colette jerked on Reg's cock, her ass walls sucking at his shaft, driving up and down on his stiff prick until he was bellowing with lust, gripping her waist and fucking his swollen cock even harder into her shitter depths.
The agony rushed over her as her tits bounced to the beat of the cat, but already the passion was climbing through her.
"Yeaaahhh, Tom!" Reg yelled. "She's going! She's gonna bring me off! Do it, do it- yeaaahhh!"
As the whip cut Colette's tits and she screamed in rising pain and lust, the pouting little blonde with the dildo in her ass gave a moaning sob of submission and eased her legs up for the men around her. They took her heels and pulled her thighs open until they strained hard and she was moaning in pain. Then they lashed her feet to the bars at the level of her head and left her there, her ass buried on the cock and her pussy spread wide. Finally, they took her arms and lashed them to her feet, leaving her totally helpless.
The girl started to scream as they turned the whole apparatus, pulling her backward, her pussy rising and her head falling back until it was hanging over the top of the bar.
One of the men grabbed her head and slid his cock into her mouth. She moaned and her pussy jerked, for she knew what was coming next.
Another man stood at her stretched pussy and ran cat over it. The little blonde moaned and gave a scream that bubbled out of the cock buried in her mouth. She couldn't see the cat go up, because her eyes were blocked by the cock and balls ramming at her face, but she knew it was there.
The cat slashed down across her pussy, the very ends of the cat lashing her helpless flesh. The slap echoed around the room, and the little blonde tossed in absolute agony, her ass jerking and the dildo fucking in and out in sharp thrusts as she shook all over.
The cat whipped in again and the girl spasmed, her mouth opening wider, taking the cock right in, swallowing the monstrous thing until the man's balls bounced over her nose. He laughed, rammed his cock in as far as he could, then eased it back until her scream rang out. The cat whipped down, the little blonde screamed and the man fucked his cock right into her throat again.
The other schoolgirl lay on her back, cocks fucking in and out of her mouth and cunt. The two men were taking turns at twisting her nipples and slapping her large tits. She screamed and writhed, her hips jerking at the cock slamming high into her cunt, her mouth sucking for all she was worth.
"Yeahhh, fuck, she's great when you give her the works!" the man fucking her cunt yelled. "She's coming, fuck, she's coming!"
He leaned down, slamming his cock in faster and harder, with increasingly vicious strokes, fucking his prick into the sobbing girl to the limit.
"Fuck, you ain't joking," the other man said, his cock thrusting in and out of her mouth as the cum built up in his balls and surged down his cockshaft. "Take it all, whore, take it all!"
His cock pumped into the blonde's mouth as the jism rushed down his prick shaft, pouring out into her helpless mouth.
"Yeahhh!" he bellowed, and pulled at her nipples as hard as he could. The little girl screamed as her mouth filled with cum. She twisted on the bench, her body jerking and throbbing.
"Yaaahhh, here she comes!" the man fucking her cunt yelled, and shot his hot wads of jism into her quivering pussy. "There's a good little girl! A good little girl who comes for her favorite teacher-yaaahhh!"
The little blonde screamed into the cock in her mouth, her voice bubbling as she came, her body jerking out of control. Cum dribbled out of her mouth as she sucked at the spurting cock, taking the hot salty goo into her throat.
The little pouting blonde was screaming helplessly as the cat lashed her wide-open pussy, and her helplessly jerking ass rammed deeper onto the thick dildo. Her arms pulled at the bonds, straining to the limit as agony soared out over her helpless body. Her pussy and inner thighs were crimson, and each lash of the cat beat tiny points of deeper red into her flesh. Her throat bulged with the cock sunk deep in it, and she writhed to the terrible beat of the whip, her body twisting and jerking as much as the bonds would let her. Her little red dress flapped all over the place, revealing more of her bound body.
"Ooohhh, fuuuck!" the man ramming into her throat yelled. "I still say this one has the best throat in the school! Fuuuck, I'm coming, I'm coming!"
He held her blonde hair and fucked his cock in, burying it in her helplessly open mouth.
"I'm insulted!" Laura gasped from the bed as she licked and played with Seymour's massive cock. "I'll have to show you how it's really done later!"
The cat whipped into the girl's pussy with faster, more vicious strokes as she writhed desperately, her mouth filling with cum, her body twisting in the bonds and her pussy jerking and throbbing as the cat beat down. Her ass slammed onto the dildo and she came.
"You fuckin' bitch!" the teacher yelled as his cock spurted into her throat. "I'll teach you to disobey!"
He pulled his cock back, until it was out of her mouth.
A gush of cum splattered into her face and she screamed, her pussy jerking to the beat of the cat.
"Are you sorry for what you did?" the teacher asked, shooting his spunk all over her face.
"Yes, sir, yes!" she screamed, her ass throbbing over the dildo and her pussy slamming up to meet the cat. "And you won't do it again?" "No, sir, no!" the little blonde screeched, her face running with his cum.
"Good!" he yelled, and slid his shooting cock back in, thrusting it deep into her throat as he spurted the last of his cum. "Aaahh, yeahhh!"
The cat stopped and the little blonde lay on the dildo, her body stiU twitching and her face covered with cum.
Colette saw it happen, but she had enough troubles of her own. The cat whipped into her tits and she jerked up on Reg's cock as it slammed deep in her ass. The agony surged up with the terrible passion, blurring together as she gasped for breath.
The cat whipped across her tits again, sending her whole body throbbing with lust and pain. Her ass throbbed and sucked at Reg's prick, spasming around it as the thick cock fucked into her body, scraping over her sensitive shitter waUs and driving her into screaming fits of passion.
"Hell, you were right, Seymour, she's coming!" Reg yelled as his cock began to throb. "Look at this, boys, she's coming!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Seymour lay back on the bed, running his hands through Laura's soft dark hair.
"Bring me off as your mother comes," he said. "I want to watch that."
"You got it baby," Laura said, sliding her soft lips over his throbbing cock. "I just think she should be punished for sucking you off like that."
"Sure," he agreed, lying back on the pillows. "Anything you want, darling, anything at all."
Laura gave a moan of lust and ran her fingers over her hot clit, rubbing her bud until the excitement and lust poured out of the contact. She buried Seymour's cock in her throat, sucking it hard and getting him to the point of coming. She knew she could hold him there as long as she wanted, drive him crazy with lust as he watched her mother suffering and coming.
Colette was very close to the first spasm of an orgasm that threatened to rip her apart. The shuddering of Reg's cock over her shitter walls was driving her to a peak that burst higher with each stroke of the cat across her heaving tits. Her tight nipples shuddered and jumped as the thin tails of the cat lashed them. Her tits burst with pain as the red lines spread over the whole of their lovely surface. She howled with that mixture of pain and lust that was rising higher the more she gasped for breath in the tight collar.
"Yeah, bitch!" Reg whispered, his cock swelling in her sucking shit-pit. "Fuck, she's hot, she's hot!"
He shoved his cock high into Colette's guts, pushing her legs against the bonds that held her ankles.
"Whip the bitch, whip her!" he yelled, and
Tom doubled his efforts, stroking the cat across Colette's heaving tits faster and harder, increasing his pace with the rising tempo of her screams.
"You bastards!" Colette screamed suddenly as the orgasm burst out of her guts and rushed over her. She writhed, climaxing shamelessly, her ass sucking at Reg's cock, making the cum in his balls rush out.
"Fuuuck, you bitch, yoooouuu biiiitch!" he yelled, and suddenly his cock was pouring cum into Colette's guts, shooting it out, mashing the hot spunk into her shitter walls as he yelled and gripped her body, fucking his cock as deep into her asshole as he could.
"Aaaghhhh!" Colette wailed as the cat whipped across her tits and another surge of climax crashed over her helpless body. She writhed out of control, her ass sucking at Reg's cock.
Dimly she saw Laura slide her mouth right down Seymour's cock, her shameless daughter sucking at the cock as Seymour groaned and jerked up on the bed, his cock pouring out jism. Laura eased her mouth back up and took it all in her mouth, running her lips over the quivering cockhead, sucking the cum into her throat.
Her fingers ran up and down his pulsating prick shaft, driving him on, making him bellow with lust as his balls emptied.
"Oohhh, fuck, you're unbelievable!" he moaned, his cock spurting great wads of jizz into Laura's welcoming mouth.
The cat beat across Colette's tits as she gave a great moan of passion, cresting as Reg's cock started to run out of cum. He panted, fucked his rock-hard prick up her ass and held her there, yelling as her twitching, heaving body sucked the last of his spunk out.
Colette gave a final scream of passion and dropped against the bonds, her mind spinning helplessly.
The cat stopped and Reg eased his cock up and down in Colette's ass, slowly withdrawing it as she moaned softly and hung motionless on the ropes. Finally he pulled out and she was left alone, gasping, her breath returning slowly.
"Mmmnnn!" Seymour murmured as he ran his hands through Laura's hair. She kept up her soft sucking on his cock as the last of his cum dribbled out between her soft lips. "You are the best, you know that! What would you like now?"
"Ooohh, I wanna double-fuck!" Laura moaned. "I get so horny watching them get their asses reamed out! Do I have to be naughty to get that, darling?"
She licked over his cockhead and smiled at him.
He grinned and slapped her ass. "Go on, you demanding little bitch," he said. "I'm gonna see how your mother's doing."
Laura giggled and slid off the bed. She went to a set of ropes hanging from another piece of equipment and gripped them, standing with her legs spread and her arms held over her head. "Come on, I wanna double-fuck!" she yelled.
Several of the men rushed over. The first two began arguing about who should fuck her ass, but Laura stopped that fast.
"Show me your cocks," she said, and looked at the two thick, ready weapons. "You, Mr. Burton, you take my ass."
She gasped as the pricks began fucking into her cunt and ass. She pulled up on the rope, moaning with lust. "Ooohh, yesss, come on, fill me up! Fill me with those cocks! Come on, I need it so bad!"
She screamed with lust as the two cocks slammed into her to the hilt, rubbing against each other through the thin wall of flesh between her cunt and ass. The two teachers began fucking her with long strokes, and Laura screamed with lust, jerking about, fucking down on their cocks as hard as she could.
Seymour walked towards Colette. He stopped at the little sultry blonde girl who was still on the apparatus, her ass filled with the dildo and her pussy red and whipped. She looked up at him, her face covered with cum.
"Who wants to fuck her?" Seymour asked. "She deserves it. And tit-whip her again. She's been a real bitch!"
The little blonde moaned with horror as one of the men walked up and began fucking his cock into her tight little pussy. The massive dildo in her ass pressed against her cunt, making the invasion of a real cock even more painful. She sobbed as her cunt was stretched to the limit by the teacher's thick cock.
"Leave her face for the moment," Seymour said, and walked over to Colette.
On the way, he passed the other little blonde schoolgirl, who was on her knees with a cock in her mouth while a group of the teachers discussed what to do with her.
"Whip her ass," Seymour said. "She's gotten off light so far."
"You got it, Seymour," said one of the teachers. "Just as soon as Jack comes."
Seymour stood in front of Colette and grinned. "Learned anything yet, whore?"
Colette sobbed and lifted her head as he slid his hands over her throbbing tits. "You bastard!"
"You say that to me again and I'll make you come right here, show you up for what you really are." His fingers rolled her nipples and the pain shot through Colette, making her gasp and jerk up on the ropes.
"Fuck off, you bastard!" she screeched, jerking her body as if she could get at him, the little red dress flicking up, showing her red, whipped ass.
"Watch this," he said, and took Colette's nipples in his fingers. Keeping a close eye on her, he began twisting the thrusting buds.
Colette gave a deep guttural scream as the hot pain gushed out of her nipples. It beat through her tits, surging over her body and sending that horrible lust into her guts. She screamed in horror, trying to get away from his fingers.
"Get lost you fucker!" she yelled.
"Get me the dips," Seymour said, and one of the teachers went off to get them.
Colette didn't need to be told what the clips were for. She screamed helplessly, her tits throbbing with agony and lust, the knot in her stomach tightening as Seymour's fingers twisted her nipples.
"Nooo, no, not that!" she screamed at him, tears pouring out of her eyes, her body throbbing with lust. "You bastard! You motherfucker!"
The teacher handed Seymour the clips, and Colette wailed in terror. They were paper clips with terribly strong jaws. She knew how powerful they were, and her nipples throbbed with the expectation of the pain to come.
"Aaaaahhhh!" Colette gasped as one clip slid over her right nipple while his finger kept up a hard caress of her other nipple. "Aaaauuuu-ggggghhhhh!"
She screamed as the clip began to tighten on her nipple. Her little red dress flicked around on her writhing body as she stared down at the terrible clip.
The pain began tearing out of her nipple as the clip closed, sending agony racing through her tits and into her guts.
"Youuuuu fucker!" she wailed.
"Oh, don't thank me," Seymour said, and put a clip over her other nipple.
Colette screamed as she stared down, her tits throbbing with pain and depraved lust. Seymour held the clip, and she thought he was going to let it go slowly, but he released it suddenly and the jaws clicked shut on her nipple.
"Urrghhaahhhh!" Colette screamed, jerking on the ropes, her body on fire. "Let me go, you fucker, you shit-faced fucker!"
Seymour laughed and twisted the clips. The knot in Colette's guts burst open again, sending the most incredible burst of depraved lust tearing through her. A climax erupted in her, tearing her to pieces as she hung there screaming, while Seymour pulled and twisted the clips on her nipples. She gasped for air, her orgasm surging through her in long pulsations of passion.
"Tell me how much you love it," Seymour said as he twisted the clips, sending Colette screaming into higher and higher surges of climax.
"Yoooouuuu fuuuucker!" Colette screamed, her body jerking to the pulse of her orgasm.
Seymour twisted the clips harder, sending her shuddering in a fresh burst of passion. Her stockinged legs twitched and heaved at the bonds as Seymour held her there.
Suddenly, he pulled the clips off her nipples.
The initial burst of pain sent Colette into a screaming peak of lust, but it faded fast and she was suddenly left there, screeching helplessly, her body jerking.
Seymour nodded and several of the teachers came up and untied her. She fell to the floor, clutching her tits and sobbing.
Seymour held a riding crop under her nose. "Crawl!"
Colette gasped, twisting her nipples as the horrible lust ran through her. She heard Laura screaming with passion as she came to the beat of the two cocks rammed up her ass and pussy. In front of her, the curly haired little blonde schoolgirl was bent over a bar, holding her ankles, her little dress up over her back while a teacher lashed her tight ass.
"Crawl!" Seymour shouted, and twitched the riding crop.
In a haze of fear and lust, Colette began to crawl across the floor, sobbing at the humiliation, her stockings wrinkling as they dragged across the carpet. Seymour walked beside her, his massive cock sticking out of his robe.
"Over there, bitch," he said, and whipped Colette's ass, beating through her dress and laying a red line of pain on her flesh.
Colette screamed and gasped, but she crawled over to the pouting little blonde girl, who still had a dildo up her ass and one of the men fucking his cock in and out of her cunt. The girl's face was still covered with cum.
"Lick her clean," Seymour said, taking Colette by the collar and hauling her closer.
Colette gasped. The riding crop lashed her ass and a terrible mixture of lust and agony shot out. In a swirling haze of passion, she leaned forward and licked at the cum covering the little blonde's face.
"Better," Seymour said. "Now grip the rails on either side of her head and stand up."
Colette knew something terrible was going to happen. She gripped the rails obediently, straightening her long legs in the five-inch heels and bending at the waist. Her tongue ran over the little girl's face, licking up the cum.
The little blonde was moaning and screaming with rising passion as the cock in her cunt speeded up, fucking deep into her pussy and slamming her harder onto the massive dildo filling her ass. Her mouth found Colette's and they kissed, their tongue flicking together. Colette felt leather straps slide over her wrists, and she jerked a little, but it was too late. She moaned as the little blonde kissed her harder.
Seymour slid Colette's dress up out of the way, and she gasped, knowing what was coming. Once again the collar tightened around her neck and her breath came hard.
The riding crop whipped her sore ass. The agony erupted with terrible force and she climaxed at once, her body out of control, the knot in her guts shattering instantly at the rush of pain. She gripped the bar, her mouth caressing the blonde's as they clung together, kissing and caressing each other.
The crop lashed her flesh and Colette screamed helplessly, her ass jerking up and her body shaking with depraved desire. Her ass heaved back as the crop whipped in a third time.
"Fuuuck, watch them go!" the man fucking the blonde yelled. "Have another shot of cum, you bitch!"
His throbbing cock began shooting hot cum high into the blonde's cunt.
The crop whipped Colette's ass, and she was helpless in the grip of Seymour's skill. He held the crop over her ass until Colette was waiting for the blow. Then he lashed her, just off the beat of her climax, cutting across her tight flesh and making sure the agony was the greatest he could deliver.
Colette's climax broke at each stroke, her agony carrying her higher. The surging pain soared through her body, sending her screaming as her ass demanded more and the tight collar got tighter. She gasped and started to take off again, heading for that realm of passion where she floated on the surging tide of the most depraved lust she had known.
She didn't even notice that the men were hauling the little blonde out of the way, lifting her off the dildo as she screamed and gasped.
Colette was left strapped to the bar, her ass bucking for the terrible riding crop, her legs trembling. The crop beat her again and her unearthly scream of agony and lust rang around the room. Seymour held the crop on her ass, letting her feel it on her flesh. She screeched in horror, her ass trembling.
"Beg for it!" Seymour whispered.
The little pouting blonde lay on the floor, rubbing her cunt and tits, and the other schoolgirl was on her knees, with another cock in her mouth as the teachers watched Colette's humiliation. Laura was now beside Seymour, her eyes wide as she watched her mother moaning in the grip of a most horrible lust.
Seymour whipped Colette hard, the crop beating another thick weal of pain across her ass. She jerked, screaming, her legs trembling, the explosion of agony and lust surging through her.
"Beg for it!"
"Aaaghhhhhh! Fuck off, you shit-faced motherfucker!" Colette screamed.
She gasped, knowing what he was doing. If he whipped her to the demands of her body, her climaxes would peak and drive her into the most wonderful satisfaction. But he wouldn't do that. He was keeping her climbing, always climbing, to that final height, then letting her fall back as he held the crop over her ass and waited. When her lust had fallen back far enough, he whipped her again.
Seymour laughed and beat her ass with another vicious stroke, the crop bending as it whipped another line of crimson agony across her ass flesh.
As she screamed, one of the teachers stepped up to the apparatus and gripped her hair, holding his cock to her mouth. With a wail of lust, Colette ran her mouth over the thick swollen cockhead, taking it as far as he let her, her soft mouth sucking over the hard flesh. Her passion soared and shattered in her, driving her insane with lust. The man held her hair, making her suck his cockhead instead of ramming it right down her throat.
"Beg for it!" Seymour yelled, and whipped her ass again.
Colette screamed and tried to take more of the cock. She and Seymour understood each other perfectly. They both knew what she wanted. She sobbed and screamed, writhing helplessly. She knew she would break at the next blow of the terrible riding crop.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Seymour moved the riding crop over Colette's ass, caressing her with it, stroking it over her trembling, crimson flesh, easing her little dress up again. She sobbed and gasped in the tight collar, her mouth around the teacher's thick cockhead, her pussy and mouth watering with desire.
"Tell us how much you want it, little whore," Seymour said softly, running the crop over Colette's ass, driving her into sobbing fits of horrible passion. She struggled against the bonds, her arms aching and her legs open as her ass bucked against the crop.
The crop went up and lashed down, beating across her ass. Colette erupted into a seething desire worse than any she had ever known. She sucked on the hard cock. The teacher held her hair, pulling her mouth up, not letting her ram his prick into her throat.
"Beg us!" Seymour shouted, and the crop was back, stroking her flesh, driving her out of her mind.
Colette's ass throbbed with such a mixture of pain and lust that she couldn't separate the two. Her flesh crawled with the desire to be whipped, to take the agony and send her soaring into the satisfaction she wanted. But the crop stroked her flesh and she knew that Seymour would hold her there until she broke and confessed her shame to them all.
"You bastard!" she whimpered into the throbbing cock as it eased out from between her lips.
"What did you say?" Seymour asked, and lashed her with the crop again.
"Aaaaggghhh!" Colette's mouth pulled back up off the cock as she screamed. "You bastard, you fucker, you shit-eating cocksucker!"
"Beg for it, bitch!" Seymour yelled, and whipped her with the crop, beating a line of agony into the bound woman's ass. He lashed her again, driving Colette to the brink of the orgasm she wanted so much. "Beg for it!"
Colette just couldn't take it any longer. Her orgasm burst, but faded, letting pain rush back over her ass. She screeched and jerked, gasping through the collar, trying to take more of the cock, but still unable to.
"Oohh, you bastard, whip me!" she moaned, her ass jerking back for the crop.
"Beg for it," Seymour said, his voice filled with triumph. He slashed her with the crop, driving her back up to the peak she wanted, then leaving her there.
Colette lost all control.
"Whip meeeee!" she screamed. "Hurt me, whip me, whip me, please! Aaagghhhh! Yes! Harder! Whip me, hurt me, make me scream!"
She jerked against the bonds, her ass thrusting back as the crop whipped in and sent her soaring into the realm of passion she had found so recently. She gasped and moaned as the teacher let her have as much of his cock as she wanted, allowing her to ram his cockhead into her throat.
"Ooohhhhh, fuck, this bitch has got a mouth!" the teacher moaned as his cock vanished into Colette's spasming throat. "She's gonna suck me off, oh yeah, she is!"
He groaned as he slammed his cock at her throat, holding her by her hair as the lust built in his balls.
Laura gasped as she ran her mouth over Seymour's cockhead.
"Fuck, oh fuck, Seymour!" she groaned as she watched her mother. "I've never seen anything like it."
She slid her fingers over his prickshaft, her wicked little tongue flicking at his cockhead, but she could feel that all his concentration was on Colette.
"Yeah!" Seymour gasped, lashing the screaming, climaxing Colette again. "When repression breaks, boy, it breaks big!"
He whipped the crop into Colette's ass, and she gave an unearthly scream as another terrible climax burst over her.
"Fuuuck! Here I come!" the teacher yelled, and grabbed Colette's hair even tighter. He gave a great howl of lust, then suddenly his cock was pumping hot cum into her open mouth.
"Ooorcghhhhh!"
Thick creamy wads of spunk backed up into Colette's mouth as the teacher came, his cockhead pulsing deep in her throat.
Colette's bubbling screams rang around the room as she came in a series of heaving climaxes, her ass thrusting ever more wildly back for the beat of the riding crop. Her ass was pulped by the beating, but still she wanted more. The cum ran into her mouth and she tasted it, then swallowed frantically. Suddenly the stream subsided, leaving her sucking frantically at the softening cockhead as the teacher pulled away, his cock going limp. He gasped and dropped into a chair, staring at Colette in amazement.
"Jeeezus," he said, "I never met anything like that."
Seymour nodded, and several other teachers released Colette's hands and stepped back.
Colette stood up, her mind spinning, her body still demanding more. She stared around at the teachers. She didn't know what to do to get rid of the emotions surging through her. She reached up and tore at the neck of the little crimson dress, ripping it open and tearing it down to the hem, showing all of her delicious body. She tore at the dress until it was in tatters on the floor and her tits thrust out without any restraint at all.
Seymour toyed with the riding crop as Laura worked her mouth over his throbbing cockhead.
"What do you want, my little slut?" he asked.
Colette gasped as she saw her daughter sucking his massive prick. She wanted it, wanted to own it. She leaped forward, her body still shaking with the lust of her come, and grabbed Laura by the hair, hauling her away from Seymour.
"You little bitch!" she screamed. "You got me into this, now you get what's coming to you!"
She picked Laura up and threw her across the bar.
"Mommy, what are you doing?" Laura squealed. "Stop it! Seymour, stop her."
"Sorry, darling," he said. "I think your mother wants to discipline you. I agree with discipline, or didn't you know that?"
"Seymour, please, Seymour!" Laura wailed as her mother gripped her wrists and pulled them down to the base of the bar. Her tight little ass heaved up as she struggled, but Colette was far too strong for Laura. "What are you doing, Mommy?"
Then Colette went behind her daughter and grabbed Laura's stockinged ankles, lashing them to the base of the bar. Laura kicked and yelled, but she was soon helplessly stretched over the bar, her ass sticking up. She saw Colette coming back with the cane and yelled.
"You bitch, you should be over here, you cunt!"
Colette stared at her daughter and felt a surge of satisfaction. She reached up and tore her collar off, throwing the degrading thing onto the floor. Instantly she realized that she didn't quite feel right.
"Get me another collar," she said, stroking the cane through her fingers and ignoring her wailing daughter. "And something tight to wear, something to make me feel good."
Seymour grinned and motioned to one of the teachers.
"Get it," he said. "You know what she means."
"You got it," the teacher said.
Colette ran the cane over Laura's ass, playing with her daughter as Seymour had played with her. "Now you pay, bitch!"
"You cunt, Mommy!" Laura screamed, twisting around to look at her mother. "You can't break me! I can take anything you took!"
"I hope so," Colette said, and gasped as the teacher tossed what she wanted onto the bed beside her.
Shamelessly, she picked up the collar. She picked up a little dress of black leather. Gasping with delight, she pulled it on.
Finally, there were the boots. The black leather showed the curves of her thighs to perfection. She stood on the six inch heels and felt utterly at home.
"Now," she said, "who wants his cock sucked?"
The atmosphere in the room crackled as one of the teachers came up, his cock sticking out like a pole.
"Lie down and take as long as you like with her," Colette said.
The man lay on the carpet and slid under Laura's body. She moaned and slid her mouth over his cock as Colette pushed the hem of Laura's slip up over her ass.
"You can't break me, Mommy!" Laura yelled. "I can take it! I took it ah from Seymour, I can take it from you!"
"Yeahhhh!" Colette moaned, and whipped her daughter right across the ass.
Laura's scream rang around the room as she jerked and rammed her mouth down on the teacher's cock. Her ass heaved as a thin red line appeared across it. Her soft mouth worked at the cock and she jerked her ass up as the cane lashed in. It cut across her flesh, beating another thin line of agony into her ass.
Colette whipped her daughter hard, watching the lines of red pain spread over her delicious white flesh. In a surge of wanton passion, Colette eased the hem of her tight little dress up and caressed her pussy, feeling the mingled pain and lust shoot out as her fingers played with her mashed flesh. She groaned, pinching her whipped clit every time she lashed the cane into Laura's hot ass.
With each stroke, she admired Laura more. She could take the whip, take it and thrust her ass up for more. Her mouth slid up and down on the cock, sucking at the hot meat, but not jamming down as she would if she wanted to bring him off as fast as she could. Her throat spasmed around the teacher's cockhead, and Colette realized that Laura was going to come. , "You bitch!" Colette yelled, lashing Laura with a vicious stroke. "You really can take it!"
Laura gave a bubbling scream from around the teacher's cock, her body tossing wildly on the bar, her ass throbbing and jumping as the cane spread the crimson stain over her flesh. She eased her mouth up, screaming as the cane lashed her. "Whip me, Mommy! Go on, whip me like you always wanted to! Aaahhhh! Yes, yes! go on, you always wanted to! I can take it, go on, yeaaahhh! I'm coming, Mommy, I'm coming!"
She sank her mouth back over the teacher's cock, her wails of passion and pain ringing around the room.
"I can't stand this," one of the teachers muttered. He grabbed the pouting little blonde and slammed her down over a table so fast she shrieked in surprise. He took hold of her hair and bent her back up as he slid his cock to the trembling entrance of her ass and fucked in. The girl screamed and gasped, her little red dress jerking with her body as the big thick prick fucked into her guts.
"Good idea," another teacher said. He climbed onto the table and spread his legs around the blonde's face, ramming her mouth down on his cock. "Go for it, whore! Go for it!"
The little blonde sucked and bucked under the double attack, her body pinned to the table by the two men.
The other schoolgirl didn't get off any lighter. She screamed as she was hung up on one of the bars, her arms aching from the strain. Two teachers forced their cocks into her pussy and ass. She screamed as they began to rip her dress away, stripping her until she was hanging in just her stockings and shoes from the bar, her cunt and ass being fucked by the two hard cocks.
Colette gasped with added lust as she whipped her daughter. She saw Seymour standing there, a very approving look on his face. Her head spun and she began to come, her fingers urging her pussy on each time she lashed Laura.
Laura's ass jerked to the beat of the cane. Her screams rang out, bubbling through the massive cock in her throat as she slid her mouth down the whole length, her throat pulsing to the beat of her rising orgasm. Her ass moved in long slow circles, demanding the cane to drive her higher.
The teacher grabbed her head, his cock thrusting into her wet mouth.
"Uurrghhh, fuck!" he shouted. "Oohhh, fuck, here it comes! This cunt can suck!"
With a bellow of lust, he thrust his ass up off the floor and fucked his cock right into Laura's willing throat as his cum gushed, spurting into her mouth.
Laura's screams of delight gushed out as her mouth filled with jism. Her ass trembled as she came, her climaxes tearing through her as her mother whipped the cane into her heaving flesh. Her body throbbed, her stockinged legs shook against the apparatus and her little black slip tossed wildly. Cum dribbled out of her Ups as she sucked the spurting prick and the teacher bellowed at the release of his cum.
Colette gasped in her tight clothing, her arm stroking the cane into Laura's ass and her fingers working her pussy as the storms of climax broke over her. Her cunt twitched as the explosions of lust poured out of her clit. She watched her daughter's mouth sucking at the cock, taking the cum out of it with expert skill. It all made her gasp with passions she had never felt toward Laura before.
The cock was slowing. The teacher fell back on the floor, exhausted, his chest heaving. Colette stopped the cane and went up to Laura, running her hands over the flesh she had whipped so hard.
Behind her, the other men were yelling and groaning as they fucked the two little blondes. But Colette wasn't worried about them. She undid Laura's bonds and pulled her daughter around to face her.
For about five seconds they stared at each other, then their mouths came together and they kissed, their hands sliding over each other's ass and tits, their tongues flicking as they moaned. They moved apart finally and Laura smiled at her mother.
"You can share him," she said, "but you can't have him all to yourself."
"Yes," Colette said, "you're right. And, fuck, he'll have his work cut out to keep the two of us down!"
"And all that other work," Laura giggled. "Fuck, it drives you crazy!"
"Yeahhhh!" Colette hissed. "Let's go and show him what he's done."
They turned and found that Seymour was lying on the bed, waiting for them, his cock out hard and ready. Around them, more of the teachers were fucking the two blondes.
Colette and Laura climbed onto the bed and slid their hands over Seymour's cock.
"Me first," Colette said.
She moved over his thighs, took his cock and slid it under the hem of her tight leather dress. He gasped as Laura leaned down and licked his cockhead, helping her mother move his prick to the trembling entrance to her cunt.
"Yeahhhh!" Colette moaned as she eased her cunt over his cockhead, taking all of his enormous prick into her hot cunt. She gasped as her pussylips came to the base of his cock. "You can't get rid of me now!"
"Fuck, who wants to get rid of you?" he moaned. "Hey, guys, party's over! Take those two and finish them off somewhere else!"
"Sure, Seymour," one of the teachers yelled.
"So," Colette whispered as she moved her cunt over Seymour's wonderful cock, "what have you got to offer me?" She turned and kissed Laura. "Get the cane, darling.!'
"Oohhhhh, sure, Mommy," Laura said.
"The school can always use a strict disciplinarian!" Seymour gasped as his cock throbbed in Colette's cunt.
"As strict as me?" Colette asked breathlessly. "You've seen the punishment I give out."
"Well, I think you'll be a bit of a shock to the girls, but they could do with it," he said, his prick throbbing in her cunt.
"Don't you dare come yet!" she snapped. "If you want us, you're gonna have to earn us, got that?"
"What does that mean, bitch?" "We get your cock whenever we want it. Both of us."
"Easy, yeaaahh!"
"And if either of us fucks anybody but you, you have to whip us until we say we're sorry."
"You got it!" Seymour groaned as his cock swelled in her cunt.
"And I can tell you that I'm gonna fuck every cock I can get hold of!" Colette gasped, her body pulsating with the discovery of her new lust. "And every girl I punish will have to suck me off! So you're gonna be very busy!"
"Jesus, you bitch!" he moaned, and grabbed her nipples, twisting them hard.
"Yeahhh!" she gasped, running her fingernails over his chest. "I need so much cock, baby, so much pain, can I get it here?"
"Promise! As much as you want!"
"And I wear what collar I say, got that?"
"Yeahhh!"
Colette heaved on his cock. "Whip me, Laura, whip me! Show this fucker what he's got now!"
Laura lashed the cane across her mother's ass, and Colette came at once, moaning and screaming as she fucked up and down on Seymour's cock. She felt his cock throbbing in her cunt as the cum erupted from his balls. Through the endless passion of pain and lust, she wondered how much cum she could get out of Seymour in one day. It was going to be lots of fun to find out.
