Marsha was proud. At fifteen she was the youngest student in the posh school for girls set amongst over three hundred acres of piney woods and ice water streams that came down from the mountains. She was there because her father was very rich and had bribed the principal, Mrs. Tomes, to move her to the head of the waiting list. Otherwise she never would have made it there before her senior year in high school, and maybe not even then.
She had made friends with Jane, a black haired junior who seemed to wield considerable power, among the other girls at school. When Jane gave a command, nobody balked, and when she took a side in an argument, all the opposition suddenly ceased.
Marsha was glad to have a friend like that. She was invited to Jane's room that night to get to know some of the other girls in the school. Her blonde hair tossed in excitement as she thought of meeting her new friends and dreamed of the adventures they would have together.
That night after supper she went to Jane's room. She greeted Annie and Sally to whom Jane introduced her. They looked like a lot of fun. Jane asked if Marsha would like to be initiated into their special club.
"Sure," she answered. "I'd love it."
"Okay," Jane said. "First you'll have to take off your clothes."
"Undress?" Marsha was frightened.
"Sure," Sally said. "Part of the fun is fucking."
"Wait," Marsha said. "I didn't mean I wanted to do that. You're not supposed to fuck until you're married. My mother told me."
"Your mother's an ass," Annie told her. "We fuck all the time."
"Please," Marsha begged. "I'm going."
"Grab her, Jane ordered, and the two girls followed. Marsha let out a scream, but she was immediately gagged by Jane who held her tightly around the neck. "Try that again," she said. "One more scream and I'll kick your cunt to ribbons."
Marsha was terrified. She was in their power, and there was no way they were going to let her escape until they had done all they wanted to her. The two captors were slowly taking off her clothes, and soon she was as naked as the day she was born. She felt ashamed the way the others looked at her bulging tits and her hairy cunt.
She knew that for a fifteen year old she was well built, but the way they stared at her flesh made her feel she already was a woman. She did not like to be nude in the presence of these other girls. She had been taught that was an improper way for her to act, and now she was being forced into it as if she were no better than some animal at a zoo.
"Tie her to the chair," Jane said. That was quickly done. The terrified young blonde could not cry out for help the way she wanted to do. She was bound to the chair well, and the pressure of the ropes against her flesh hurt her. She hated being subjected that way to people she thought beforehand were going to be her friends.
"The first test is one of endurance," Jane told her. The black haired beauty then took a belt from her own private collection and began beating Marsha hard with it. She swung the leather through the air with such force that it buzzed, and she hit her victim hard with each powerful downstroke.
Marsha tried as hard as she could not to scream, for she knew that her cunt would be destroyed if she made the slightest complaint against the treatment her cruel captors were giving to her. She wished she had never come to this place where girls were treated like queens in the school and like tramps and slaves in their own dormitories.
The touch of the whip stung her in all the parts that it hit. Jane had to be practiced in its use, for she managed to zero in on the tits and the cunt with extreme accuracy, beating that tender flesh time and again. The pain burned like a fire in the body of her bound captive.
Marsha groaned with agony, a fiery agony which was tearing her insides to shreds. She could not believe that there was this much pain in all the world, for until that hour she had barely felt anything more horrible than a sprained finger.
The tormenting strokes of the belt rained upon her without ceasing. Her eyes watered as she struggled to keep back the shouts of discomfort that were rising in her throat. Even though the pain from the beating was terrible, the thought of what would happen to her cunt if she screamed kept her from breaking her silence.
"Hit her hard," Sally said.
"Give her cunt a real beating," Annie added. "It looks like it is tender and untried."
"Looks to me like she could lose her virginity the right way if we could get Hector here," said Sally. "I think I'll see if I can find him." She disappeared from view, and the whipping continued.
Marsha was sweating from the fierce pain that throbbed all through her naked body. To make things worse, the ropes had rubbed her skin raw where they cut into her, and she was doubly affected each time she jerked from the agony that the slicing blows from the belt blasted into her.
She wondered when this mad girl would stop the torture, when she would have enough of the hard grimaces and the pleading looks to satisfy her evil mind. Still, the storm of strokes from the belt kept on and on as if there were no way in all the world to stop them from crashing against her raw and beaten flesh.
Just when she thought she was going to pass out, Jane stopped. She seemed to have a good sense of where her victim stood in ability to bear pain. She heard someone enter at the door and she turned to see that Sally had brought Hector. One look at him, and Marsha was astounded. She tried to squeeze her legs together to protect her cunt, but the ropes that bound her held her firmly.
"You can't do that," she pleaded. "No woman wants to be fucked by a mongrel dog."
"What a nasty thing to say about Hector," Jane corrected. "We have papers on him from three generations back."
"He's the best class of Bluetick hound," said Sally. "His cock has served a lot of the cunts around here in cherry busting. Now you'll have the chance to say he did the same to you."
"Please," begged the captive blonde. "Anything but that. I'd rather have a dildo than a dog prick in my cunt."
"What you'd like and what you'll get are up to me," Jane snickered. She ordered the other two to get Hector in position so that he could shove his cock into Marsha.
With some struggling they finally managed to get him so that when he bucked his ass forward his cock swept into the triangular opening in between the legs of their victim. They giggled and laughed to see her struggles to be free. It was fun to know they had this kind of power over her, that they were the mistresses and she was the slave to their every desire.
Hector knew what he had to do. He really liked dog cunt a lot more than young girl cunt, but he knew he would get an extra special steak from Jane if he did well with the naked woman in front of him.
Bucking his ass forward he plunged his hot prick into the hopelessly unguarded cunt of the screaming victim. Not even a fear of having her cunt smashed to pieces could keep her from yelling in terror as the smelly cock from the wet and dirty animal swept along her walls and pressed hard into her fragile skin.
Soon he had hit her with such force that she was bleeding. The other girls looked at each other approvingly. As far as they were concerned, there was no place in the school for virgins, and they always made certain that new girls either already had fucked or had the honor of having Hector's dick as their first.
Over and over the dog mashed his belly into the quivering flesh of the frightened young lady. She was so terrified that she could no longer even scream. When she opened her mouth to shout her throat, constricted, and no sound left her at all.
Hector came, spurting all over her with his hot ball juice. She was nauseated at the dog smell that was all over her, and when that blended with the smell of his animal come she thought she was going to vomit. Her stomach turned all about inside her.
She hated these three girls who she had thought were going to be her best friends. Instead they had turned out to be tormentors who had little respect for her body or her person. They had beaten her while she was naked, and they had made it possible for her to lose her cherry to a dog. She could think of little that was more humiliating than that was.
Jane ordered Hector to be sent out once he had done his duty well. She did not have the usual steak that she gave him after his performance, but she planned to buy one the next time she was free to leave the campus. There was something extra special about this fuck, for the fear of the victim had pleased her tremendously, so she determined to buy the hound the best steak he had ever seen.
However, for the moment she had a lot to do. Marsha was still recalcitrant, and until she gave in to the power of their organization she was a threat. By force and by chicanery she and Annie and Sally had managed to bring every student on the campus under their cruel domination. If Marsha held out, there could, well be a rebellion among the others who were scared of her, but also hated her.
She personally untied the horrified young blonde, gouging at her helpless cunt as she did so. Marsha knew there was more agony in store for her, and she waited patiently for all the horror to be over. She already knew what she was going to do for her revenge, but she was shrewd enough not to let on that she had any such plans, as she was certain that she would suffer extra torments if she revealed any such ideas to them.
Jane and Annie held her with her ass sticking out behind her while Sally spanked her hard with her open palm. It was not as painful as the beating with the whip had been, but the humiliation was three times as bad because she had a memory of when her mother used to do the same thing to her when she was a child. More than ever she hated the cunts of these three witches.
The hand that slapped into her ass sometimes doubled over into a fist and smacked hard into her asshole. She was glad that they had left her cunt alone except for the whipping with the belt. If they decided to beat her cunt she did not know what the shit she would do, for that was the tenderest part of her naked flesh, and she would suffer beyond her ability to bear it.
"Listen to her bellow," said Annie. "What a shit she is. None of the rest were as weak as she is."
"A real ninny," Jane agreed. "If they were all cowardly like she is, we would have a sissy school."
This kind of talk hurt Marsha terribly. She hated knowing that the other girls had been better able than she to bear the pains that were given to them.
The truth was that she was one of the bravest of the lot, but the three others were lying so that she would feel like a weakling and thus be more easily subdued. Sally battered her ass with the hardest slaps she could get from her tired arm.
Finally the beating at her ass stopped. She straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief that the pain from that was subsiding. She was going to show these shitheads when she got her chance, no matter how much they threatened her. Her ass burned from the beating she had recently received, but she knew they were going to be in worse straits than that when she got through with them.
Jane still was not done with her, though. She wanted to make her own power felt in a personal manner. Jane asked Annie if she wanted to suck Marsha's cunt, and she received the affirmative answer she had expected to receive. Sally held Marsha's legs apart, and Annie began to work on the cunt with her tongue and her lips.
Even though Marsha hated Annie for sucking her, she had to admit to herself that it felt good to have that wet instrument soothing the walls of her pussy.
But Jane was not going to let her have a moment's rest from pain. She grabbed her victim by the hands and started to use her great strength to bend Marsha's hands and fingers back with all the force she could muster.
The pain was the worst she could remember. She thought her fingers were going to snap off her hand, but they managed to stay on and cause her more and more throbbing agony. The feeling in her cunt changed to the horror that was all in her nude body.
"I surrender," she shrieked when the pain became so great she could no longer bear it.
"I swear I'll do whatever you tell me to do in the future."
Since that was what she wanted to hear, Jane stopped the torture at the fingers of her blonde compatriot. Inside she smiled to herself that she had a new slave in her cult of pain and fucking, but outside she wore her stern face and her evil grin. This cunt was hers, a new one to torture and fuck to her heart's content.
CHAPTER TWO
Jane had the note from Mrs. Tomes in her hand. She wondered what the hell all this could be about, for the note had a tone that was demanding, as if there were going to be some trouble when she finally arrived at the office as the note told her to do.
She knew they would not dare discipline her for anything she had done against the rules of the school. Her father was so rich he could buy all the land and the buildings out of his pocket money, and he could make trouble for them if they dared to treat her one whit less than she deserved.
She opened the door and saw that Mr. Vicel, the gym teacher, was in the office also. He was a mean old shit as far as she was concerned, and she saw no reason to even have to speak to him. He was a lower class peasant who had to work for a living, while she would never have to stoop that low.
Mrs. Tomes got to the point in her direct manner. "We've had another complaint about your handling of a new student," she said. "I thought you were warned the last time we had a complaint."
"What the shit's the difference to you?" Jane sneered. "No one can prove those lies that they tell you. Besides, I have things to do. Goodbye."
She started to walk out of the room, but she found her path blocked by Mr. Vicel. She knew she could beat the shit out of the principal, but the gym teacher was a man, and that was a whole different story. She could never come out ahead of him in a struggle, so she had to play things cool till she could get ahead of the game.
The only thing she was certain about was that under no circumstances was she going to confess the truth about her power over the other students. In her heart a tierce hatred burned for Marsha who obviously was the one who had ratted on her. She determined that Marsha's cunt would suffer the consequences of her rash action before too many days had passed.
At the moment, however, she had more than Marsha on her mind. The principal and Mr. Vicel had her trapped in Mrs. Tomes's office, and she heard the lock click as the woman turned her key in it.
"I know you'll clam up as you did the other times," she told her student with a wicked smile. "But this time we have a few methods that may persuade you to divulge the truth a little more rapidly. We have no place here for cruelty among the students, and it will not be tolerated in the least."
"You cunt," sneered Jane. "Touch me and I'll have my father after you."
"Very well," Mrs. Tomes responded. "In that case I shall have to show him this photograph. We have the negative well secluded." She handed the picture to Jane. The pretty young girl quivered. How did they get a picture of herself kissing Johnny Malleux? Her father had forbidden her to see him because his parents were poor, but she saw him when she pleased, and she fucked him, too. They had been kissing in the park in town last week, and some smart camera man had seen his chance to get a few dollars from the school.
Now they had her, but she would never confess no matter what happened. That would be the end of all the plans she had for herself and for the girls who were her servants, and her slaves.
Mrs. Tomes took a pair of thumbscrews from her desk. She ordered her young student to put out her hands so that she could apply those ancient instruments of torment. Jane felt she had no recourse but to obey, for that picture was a curse in her life.
Mrs. Tomes applied the screws with delicate touches to the body of her victim. She hummed a cheery tune as she slowly tightened the inclined planes, and Jane was horrified. Her tips of her thumbs began to feel pain as the hard metal cut into them.
"Confess the truth," demanded Mrs. Tomes. "Confess, or I'll really tighten these."
"There's nothing to confess," Jane insisted. "I've done nothing to anyone but be friends."
"Lies won't get you anywhere, dear," said the principal. "We know the truth, and we'll have it before we're done."
"Please," Jane begged. "This is crazy. I've done nothing at all to be treated like this."
For an answer Mrs. Tomes tightened the screws some more. Jane screeched in terror. The pain she felt was getting to be worse than anything she had felt in her past. If those metal spikes came down any farther she would suffer terribly.
Still, she obstinately refused to confess the part she had played in the crimes against the other girls of the school. Mrs. Tomes, aware that her charge was holding out well, pressed the screws further into the flesh of the hapless young maiden.
Her cry of terror rang through the room. She begged and pleaded that she be freed from this torment, but her cries were unheeded, and the principal went even farther into her flesh with the metal.
Now the pain tormented her with supreme horror. Her face was bathed in sweat and the feeling in her stomach was the same as she had when once she got cramps there. Her face contorted with the burning agony that rambled through her while her thumbs suffered the tortures that her principal gave to her.
"Confess," the woman demanded. "There's nothing to confess," Jane insisted again.
The woman tightened the screws all the way down, and the agony that burned in her almost made Jane collapse, but she held out against that pain, refusing to let the tortures they gave to her make her tell them anything.
"I think she needs a little extra prodding," said Mr. Vicel in his deep voice. "I have just the thing here to prod her with." As he said that he pulled his cock out of his pants.
"No," screamed the horrified teenager. She could think of nothing worse than having his smelly cock up her cunt. That would be terrible. And there was no place to hide.
"Don't worry about your cunt," he assured her. "I like to go other places."
She was terrified. All he could mean was that he was about to fuck her in the asshole, and she was still a virgin there. She had never been screwed anywhere except in her golden pussy. To be screwed in the ass would be agony. Mrs. Tomes removed the screws.
Jane pounded on the locked door in vain. Mrs. Tomes held her tightly while the gym teacher pulled her pants down and pulled her dress up. She could see his cock was solid as steel, and it stuck out from his pants like a poker. This was terrible.
He plunged deep into her walls with a powerful shove, tearing at her unmassaged membranes as he drove on despite her lack of lubrication. His huge cock stretched her membranes far beyond any turd had ever done, and she howled in agony to feel him again and again smashing his overstuffed dick into her shit hole.
"Please no," she begged. "I've done nothing. I've done nothing at all."
"We know the truth," he said, laughing at the tremors of pain he could feel inside her asshole. He beat against her tender walls with all the terror he could bring about.
The agony he freely drove into her had the young beauty in tears that flowed like rain down her white cheeks. She hated this man more than ever before now that his assfucking was causing her all this pain. Each time he rammed that pole of his deep into her shit hole she was racked with the severe deprivations that meant to her body.
Over and over he smashed his huge staff against the hurting walls of her ass. The more she begged for relief the greater his pleasure at torturing her seemed to be. Yet, despite the excruciating pain she felt at his assfucking, she was able to be true to her promise to herself that she would reveal nothing to the loathsome pair that had her captive.
Mr. Vicel could not understand why his torment was not making her confess. In the past all the girls he had tortured this way had confessed very soon. She must have a strong will, he thought to himself.
He came, and as she thought of his greasy come flowing in her asshole, she almost had to vomit. This was the most humiliating thing that ever had occurred to her, at thing she would never be able to erase from the wrinkled table of her memory.
He pulled out of her, disgusted that she still held her silence despite his best torture. Mrs. Tomes, however, had more to do than suffer his disappointment with her. She had Jane stripped and on her knees before her in less time than either of them previously thought it would be possible to do that.
In her hand the principal had a strap of leather, a strap not unlike the belt that Jane had used in the trials of Marsha the night before. The whistling sound of the leather turned to a slapping whack as the hard touch of that band blasted into the tender white flesh of the young victim.
She howled. Her scream echoed and reechoed through the room, blending at times with the slap of the strap as it contacted her frame without ceasing. The undeniable and ill concealed glee that the woman took from beating her made it all the more humiliating and horrifying for Jane. It was bad enough that she was suffering, but to know that her tormentor was a cunt like Mrs. Tomes made her feel small and helpless all over.
Jolts and jerks from the pain in her made her poor body cry out for mercy. She knew the futility of asking that they stop, so she gritted her teeth and bore the pain the best she knew how, not without a goodly number of howls and shrieks.
The whip beat down on her naked flesh with cruel hatred. Mrs. Tomes directed many of the strokes to the exposed nipples of the young girl, taking care to blaze against one and then the other in never ending succession. Jane wondered if there would come a point where she would collapse from the pain she felt inside herself. The leather smashed another time into her defenseless nude skin.
"Harder," urged Mr. Vicel. "Here. Give the whip to me. I'm the strongest."
With that he grabbed the leather thong from the principal and began to beat Jane with all his strength. Where Mrs. Tomes's strokes had caused her pain, his caused her excruciating agony that registered like fire in all the parts of her suffering flesh. Her cries were loud and clear, and they mingled with the chuckles of glee that the two adults let loose time and time again.
Resolutely she clung to her decision not to say a thing this terrifying pair wanted to hear. The strap beat against her walls with stern torment, but though she howled in endless protest against the pain, she did not let a solitary syllable of a confession slip past her tightened lips.
He put the leather down on the table when he finally was too tired to continue, humiliated that he was a gym teacher who was not in very good shape for his age.
The welts on her back burned like all hell, and Jane needed all her courage to hold out against the desire to free herself from the agony by telling them what they wanted to know. Mrs. Tomes had a frustrated look on her face. This was not the way she had seen things happening when she asked the black haired student leader to come to her office. The confession she wanted was still far away.
"Stand up," she ordered her student, and she was immediately obeyed.
Mrs. Tomes dragged a heavy cart, containing books to the top of its ability to bear them, across the toes of her helpless victim. The pain was so great as the massive weight moved over her toenails and cracked them in her flesh that Jane shrieked the loudest she had ever done. Again the cart was dragged across her feet, and she screamed some more. This was a terrible torment she hated. The very books that were her worst enemies were being used against her weakened flesh.
She could hear the cracking of her bones each time the cruel woman dragged the cart over her toes. She thought it must have happened to her at least a hundred times. Her toes were not broken, but they were bruised and battered so badly she could barely stand to walk on them.
After all that she did not confess a thing. The teachers hated her because she had proved stronger than they were in a test of wills. Both of them well knew that had the positions been reversed they would readily have confessed to anything to avoid the pain that their victim so bravely bore.
Frustrated, they let her dress and leave the office. They knew she would not say anything as long as they had that photograph, so they were safe from the ire of her father. But in their hearts they knew she also was a better person than they ever could hope to be.
Jane stumbled to her room, racked with the pain all in her bones and her flesh. Someone was going to pay dearly for all this as soon as she was well and again on her feet, and that someone was a blonde haired student named Marsha.
CHAPTER THREE
Jane was angry that she had been betrayed by Marsha, for in all the time she had been at the school she had never before had to suffer that humiliation. She determined that the talkative Marsha should pay well for the trouble she so willingly had caused.
The best thing to do with a rat was to torture her so she would never be able to forget what happened to her as a result of her opening her big mouth just a little to often for her own good. Jane arranged with a freshman who was devoted to her and her torments to bring Marsha unsuspectingly to the freshman's room where Jane would be waiting. That would prove a cause of unpleasantness for the shapely blonde.
Marsha was glad when she received the invitation from her classmate. She was tired of dodging in the halls in fear of Jane and her gang of bullies, and this meeting with the other girl would give her a chance to get some rest for herself while she enjoyed some sane company at the same time.
To her horrible dismay she discovered when she opened the door to the friend's room that Jane was inside waiting for her, and in her hand's the junior had a pair of iron handcuffs. In no time the new girl was stripped naked and handcuffed by the members of Jane's cult of pain. She struggled uselessly against the hard metal until she realized that her fate was to take what was coming to her and get it over with.
She looked with great terror at the huge dildo that one of Jane's stoolies had in her hands. A dildo like that would tear her poor cunt to shreds if they dared to drill it into her, and soon she saw that was exactly what was going to happen to her.
"Please," she pleaded. "That's terribly cruel. Please, don't do it to me."
But the more she pleaded the farther they drilled the massive object into her fragile cunt. She was not used to having things in there, much less objects that better would have been shoved up an elephant's pussy rather than her own.
At first the thing felt good, until it started to stretch her barely fucked membranes; then tears of pain streamed from her blue eyes. She shouted for them to stop, pleading that she was suffering more than she had ever suffered in all her life. To her chagrin this made them giggle with glee rather than feel any sympathy for her.
They wanted her to suffer, wanted her to feel the agony they drove into her with their massive fucking instrument. Even if her cunt had been well stretched she would have felt pain at having this huge thing drummed into her.
More and more she felt the agony of her situation as the cruel girls smashed the hard rubber torture instrument farther past the bushy triangular door to her tender membranes.
Her walls stretched so much she feared they were going to split inside her, that they were going to tear apart and bleed all over. Her face contorted with the excruciating agony that rambled like tart fire through her young girl flesh.
Over and over her pleas fell upon deaf ears. The members of the cult swore at her, called her a stupid cunt, a shit filled asshole, a half insane bitch, and a classic chump. Even more than the pain from the dildo these insults made her feel humiliated. Her past had never been filled with this kind of treatment, and it hurt her to know that she could be handled like the daughter of a poor man rather than like the rich man's daughter she actually was.
The girls seemed to feed their lust for pain on her shrill cries. Each time she begged they laughed and giggled more. Each time a groan of sheer agony escaped from her pursed lips they shouted with joy and drove the dildo farther into her struggling walls.
She hated all of them. She was planning her revenge against their black haired leader as soon as she was free, but all her planning did nothing to ease the torment that seeped farther into her bones as the dildo was finally shoved all the way into her pussy. Her cunt lips closed over the rubber object, and she was stretched inside her cunt beyond what she had before believed was possible. Her pain blasted into her skull, echoing in her brain with rebounding agony over which she had little control.
She hated them and their insults, hated their smelly cunts like nothing she had ever hated in her past. Her eyes shut in her attempt to bear her suffering with more pride, but they laughed hard at her tears and her cries of agony, never letting her forget that she was their slave for as long as they wanted that to happen, and they were going to torment her until they were tired of seeing her agony before their eyes."
At last one of them reached her hand into Marsha's cunt and pulled the dildo out with a hard jerk that hurt her terribly. At least she had the sensation of throbbing pleasure that came as she felt her walls slowly coming back to their normal size. But her relief did not last a long time.
One of the girls brought out a cylinder she had stored in her purse. Marsha wondered what it was, for she had never seen anything quite like it in all her life.
"I think this cunt is a real baby," said the girl.
"I agree," said another. "Look at her going around naked, and I'll bet she cries a lot."
"All the time," Jane said. "Let's see if she can bear this without any tears." With that she took the cylinder from the girl who had it in her hand. Pointing the spray head at the defenseless Marsha she sprayed the contents directly at her eyes. Whatever it was inside burned the blonde young thing's eyes horribly. She shouted in her pain, and tears flowed without ceasing from her glands.
"Look at her cry" said one. "I knew she was a baby the minute I saw her practically hairless cunt."
"She's got no guts," said a second. "I would never cry just because there was tear gas in my eyes."
"Me neither," Jane agreed. "But we have to realize that some babies are just so fucked up that when their mommies aren't about they have to cry-whenever they feel the slightest amount of pain." With that she let some more of the tear gas into the face of the hapless Marsha, prolonging the time that she sprayed so that her enemy took a lot of it into her lungs.
Marsha was in terror. She was choking from the effects of the tear gas, and they were laughing like it was funny as all hell. Her lungs felt the agony that burned inside them, and shoots of pain went directly to her eyes and to her stomach. Her insides were torn and racked by the effects of the spray. She could do nothing because of the handcuffs which held her firmly in their power as long as they wanted her to be.
She knew better than to plead with them by then, so she gritted her teeth and bore the agony the best she could. Their insults hurt her deeply. She was not a baby; she was a grown girl. And her cunt was not practically hairless. When she went to the locker rooms she looked at all the other girls who were naked. She knew from that that she had as much hair at her cunt as any of them.
Yet they had her in their power. If they wanted to torture her for the rest of the night she was unable to do a single thing to stop them. She knew by then that the student monitors who patrolled the halls were completely in the service of Jane, so there was no way she could get any help by shouting.
"That's enough of the tear gas," Jane said after she administered another huge dose to the girl who was her captive. "She needs to feel some real pain. I hate every inch of her body, and I'll make certain that she feels my hatred on all her skin."
She went to the table and picked up a whip, a real one that had a tip like the one Marsha had seen a cowboy use in a rodeo when she was still a young girl with no hair in her crotch. She shuddered at the thought of having that hard leather stroking against her naked flesh.
The first blow stung her horribly. When she tried to crawl away the others merely laughed, knowing that there was nowhere very far she could go. She twisted and turned, trying vainly to avoid the blows from the stinging strand that Jane blasted into her. She crawled like an animal in her attempt to be free from the searing agony that crawled over her naked flesh as the hot strokes from the cruel whip tormented her skin with an endless succession of blows that the worst enemy she had in the world rained against her flesh.
Her shouts of horror brought smiles to the others. They were devoted to their leader, and anything that showed her power over the other students made them feel good. They hated Marsha because Jane hated her. No other reason had to be given to them to make them vent their fury against her body and her person.
Jane slashed the burning leather into her victim time and time again, barely stopping to rest between the terrible blows she struck. She rejoiced in the hopeless pleas that escaped the lips of her handcuffed captive. She aimed the whip at Marsha's cunt whenever the tortured girl's twisting and turning exposed that sensitive part of her unclothed flesh.
The whip left red streaks all across the tender skin of the young girl that it stormed into. Her cries were like echoes of its crack as it blasted against her naked body. She tried her best to mimimize the area that she exposed, but before long she was in such pain she no longer knew the difference if the whip hit her in the back or in the cunt.
Marsha feared the pain would never end. Her flesh burned terribly. Her eyes watered more now than they had done when the tear gas was burning at them, for the agony of her body was almost more than she could bear and still stay conscious.
Jane knew her business well. She never struck her captive in a place that might show when she was dressed in the uniform the school made them wear to classes. There would be no way for a casual observer to tell that the light haired young student had been beaten so badly she was in constant tears for an hour.
Jane struck at the girl who had caused her trouble until her hand no longer could lift the whip above her waist. She wanted to be certain that the pain she caused to Marsha was enough to stop her forever from being a tattle tale to the principal.
Other girls had told their friends, and the rumors had reached the ears of Mrs. Tomes, but no one had been so brazenly a shit as to go and tell all the way Marsha did. Jane hoped this treatment would be the last punishment she had to administer to the one girl in the school who was not yet in her command.
The others saw that she was done, and they offered to continue the beating until the poor Marsha could not even beg for mercy, but Jane had another idea which she whispered to them as they gathered in the room in a circle away from the beaten body of the young girl who lay in a welted heap on the floor. The giggles she heard from the followers of her enemy did nothing to cheer her up.
One of the cohorts left, and in a few minutes she returned, bringing with her Hector, the dog who had fucked Marsha the time before. At the sight of him she sunk lower to the ground, praying them to spare her cunt the awful humiliation of being fucked by his animal's cock.
They merely sat there silently as they had planned until Hector had to shit so badly that even all his training could not keep him from covering the newspaper on the floor with his ill smelling crap.
Jane put on some rubber gloves and took up a handful of the dog shit Hector had left behind. Without a moment's hesitation she smeared the horrible smelling crap into the nostrils of the handcuffed girl before her.
Marsha choked and wept. The dog shit smelled so horrible she thought she was going to die. She twisted and turned and rubbed her face on the bedspread to try to dislodge the shit, but that merely drove it farther into her nose, and the odor got worse.
She saw with horror that Jane had another handful of the shit, and while the two other girls held her legs apart she saw Jane smear the shit into her cunt, shoving it far into her passages. She felt unclean and unhuman with all that smelly black shit in her insides. They smeared the rest all over her body and sat there without a sound until it had caked hard on her skin. Then they unbound her, let her dress, and sent her on her way.
There was no need for them to give her a warning, for if what had happened to her was not enough of a warning there was nothing they could say to make it clear to them that she was in their power and had to do all they said if she did not want to be tormented some more.
Marsha went to her room with her head hung in shame. She took a shower and cleaned all the shit from her naked body. Her plan for revenge smoldered in her mind while the water cleansed her of the shit. Jane would soon discover she was not dealing with just anyone.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jane was proud that she at last had conquered her adversary. She knew there was little chance that the blonde haired young girl would oppose her in the future. It would take a very strong willed person to bounce back after the punishment Marsha had received, and Jane did not believe Marsha had it in her to make that kind of resilient action, a belief that she later had to think about quite a bit.
For the moment she was satisfied with her toils, and she felt the urge to celebrate with a little cunt sucking. She pulled down the pants of Georgia and Annie, the girls who had helped her in her torture of the unfortunate Marsha. Immediately they did the same to her, and in no time all three of them were naked.
Annie leapt for Jane's cunt, hungry for the luscious flavors that her lover's juices were certain to hold for her, as she knew from past experience that Jane's cunt was filled with only the highest quality lubricants through and through. Her small pointed tongue wiggled past the triangular bush of her leader, and she heard the satisfied groans Jane made as she felt the effects of the tongue against her cuntal walls.
The tip of Annie's fragile tongue swept the interior of the warm snatch where she had buried her face. She could smell the delicious odors which emanated from the honey hole of the one female she looked to as a leader and a guide in all important things. Her lapping oral member caressed the snaking walls of that pussy without ceasing.
Jane rejoiced at the tender affection she was shown by one of her most trusted colleagues in pain. They all knew how to suffer and make others do the same, but likewise they could enjoy a cunt suck or an ass fuck with the best of women, and whenever the chance came to have some fucking there was not one of them who turned it down.
Georgia moved in on Annie's cunt, sucking her sweet and tender lips over that hairy flesh with the most feminine strokes she could manage. She was thrilled to feel the cunt lips of her friend wet and hot against her face. With her tongue she delved into the warm pink regions of her lover, drilling huge amounts of salacious delight into Annie's crotch.
To complete the triangle, Jane took to sucking at Georgia's pussy. Soon the three of them were bound in the triangular delight that they made together. Their cunts were hot for more and more action as each tongue worked with fury at the serpentine membranes which were opened to it.
Suddenly the door to the room opened and in walked Bob Rillow, the janitor. They had locked the door to be safe, but he had a key to everything. "I thought I heard something funny in here when I put my ear to the door," he said. "I've been here too long not to know what's going on even when I can't see what's happening. All you girls know it's against school rules to suck cunt. We'd better go see the principal."
They did not know what to say. He had caught them red handed, and besides, his word would always be accepted against their own. They put on their clothes and followed him to the principal's office.
Mrs. Tomes was not in. She had gone for a time to visit a sick relative in the hospital, but Miss Stevens, the vice-principal was in, and she took a dim view of the story that she heard from Bob Rillow.
"We'll have to show you what happens to girls who disobey school rules," she said with a smile. "As you know, when the principal is gone I have full authority to punish as I see fit, and I think I can use Bob's help to get you to remember that it doesn't pay to do what you're not supposed to do."
You mean you'll beat our cunts, Annie thought to herself. She knew from the past what to expect from this woman.
"Undress," Miss Stevens ordered. "Put all your clothes on the chair." They followed her command. There was little else they could do without taking the chance that she would call their fathers and tell all, and that would be a catastrophe. While they were getting naked they noticed with dismay the look in Bob Rillows eyes.
"Get the shocks," Miss Stevens said to the man.
"They'll like that a lot," he said. "They'll really like that." He giggled at the end of his sentence.
He brought a set of wires and a rheostat that were all connected in a series circuit. Miss Stevens made Jane sit in a chair while she connected the ends of the four wires to the girl's body. One wire went to each tit, one to the cunt, and the fourth to the asshole. The last two were attached to small dildoes to make them easier to connect. After checking to be certain that all the connections were good, the vice-principal ordered Annie to turn on the juice.
"It'll kill her," Annie said. "It's plugged into the wall circuit."
"Foolish girl," Miss Stevens corrected her. "Do you think I would kill anyone? The apparatus has a device that limits the voltage she gets to twenty volts, enough to make her feel pain, but certainly not to kill her."
"I won't do it," Annie said, "It's cruel to make me torture my best friend."
"You'll do it or I'll call your fathers this instant and tell them all that Mr. Rillow has told me."
"Come on," Jane said, "she's got us. We have to do what she says, or we'll be in much worse trouble."
Reluctantly Annie turned on the switch and pushed the slide so that her friend got half the possible current. Jane felt the sharp jolts that sent to her, and she writhed from the pain, gritting her teeth to avoid giving the vice-principal the pleasure of hearing her cry out.
Annie wept to see her friend so cruelly tortured. She saw the nerves in her flesh wiggle with spasmodic motions as the electricity rambled through her body. She saw her friend overpowered by the wicked force that came from the wires. She moved the controlling device lower than it was, but a sharp command from Miss Stevens led her to shove it all the way to the top level. In horror the two girls watched their companion writhe to the blasting effects of the twenty volts of electricity that drew the current through their friend.
Jane no longer could hide her pain from the others. Her tits felt torn to shreds by the electrical titillations, and her cunt joined with her asshole to cry out for mercy as the huge charge of electrons channeled into that path. Her body thrashed and shook with horror, and the moans of anguish that escaped her lips made her two companions weep for mercy.
On the contrary, the smiling Miss Stevens laughed and made jokes with Bob Rillow about how she must know that her cunt was always in their hands as long as she was in the school. They would tell her when and where she could use it, and any time she used it without their permission she would suffer similar consequences.
The pleading of the naked teen-agers had no effect on the man and woman who so enjoyed the pain they gave to the leader of the rebellious young girls. They liked to see her face contort in the sheer agony the current gave to her. It made them feel the power and the domination they had over her body and over the bodies of all the other girls in the school.
Each time the nude flesh of the captive twisted with the anguish from the electricity, they laughed aloud with delight. Their bodies were sweating underneath their clothes from the excitement they felt at seeing the torture of the girl in their power.
When Jane no longer could bear the pain they cruelly gave her with the electrical shocks, she collapsed in the chair and fell unconscious to the floor. Her face wore a pallid mask of the agony they had drilled into her nude body. Her two companions rescued her from the floor and sat her back in the chair.
"It's so nice to see you love your companion," Miss Stevens said sarcastically. "I hope she would have done the same for you."
"She would have," insisted Georgia. "We're not shitholes like you two are."
"Such language," said Bob Rillow. "Must we bear it, my dear Thelma?"
"Not in the least," replied the vice-principal. "If her mouth lips can't be taught to keep quiet, maybe we can teach her at her cunt lips."
No sooner had she finished her statement than she motioned to the janitor to grab Georgia and hold her from behind with his feet forcing her legs apart. As soon as Georgia was so trammeled, Miss Stevens dealt her cunt a hard blow with her right fist.
Antagonizing pain rippled through the frail body of their new victim. She struggled to be free from the tortures they forced into her, but she was too firmly held in the iron grasp of the janitor to give herself that luxury. Her cunt was in excruciating pain from the blows that Miss Stevens rained into her crotch.
The vice-principal was strong for a woman, and her curled fingers made a tightly knotted fist that was especially brutal when it plowed headfirst into the tender pussy of her victim. Georgia wept openly from the pain, and every now and then she got her breath enough to emit a terrified howl of anguish.
On hearing these the woman beat her more fiercely, for the knowledge that she was in command of her victim gave her more strength and more wicked desire to inflict pain. Her arm hurt from the beating she gave to the young girl's cunt, but she enjoyed the agony of the sufferer with such delight that she refused to slow down even for a second.
It seemed to Georgia that an endless succession of attacks by that fist whipped with full force into her naked crotch: Since Bob Rillow had her legs stretched so far, she was completely defenseless, unable to stop for a second the mounting wave of terror which the vice-principal sent to her. After a time the agony was so great that all she could do was scream as the hard hitting blows smashed with vengeance into her pink walls. She could not even plead for the mercy she so badly needed, and she knew so well she would never get.
Miss Stevens forced her fist far into the walls of the helpless teenager's cunt. Her knuckles were covered by the pained folds of skin and she almost got the fist in so that her wrist was concealed. The agony of this torture proved too much for Georgia, just as the other had been for her leader, and she collapsed from pain while she still was held in the arms of the brutal janitor. He slung her unconscious body onto the top of the desk, little caring if he gave it any more bruises that might pain her in the days to come.
At that time Jane had begun to re-awaken, and when she saw the body of her trusted lieutenant on the desk she let out a gasp of horror. What would these maniacs do next to harm her and her friends? She shrank from the steely eye of Miss Stevens, fearful that she might endanger herself if she returned the wicked glance and angered the malicious woman.
"We have to be careful," Bob Rillow said. "We don't want them dropping out like flies. It's bad for us if one of them gets really hurt. Their fathers will let us punish them good, but if we hurt one too badly that'll be the end of everything."
"I guess you're right," agreed his accomplice. "Still, this third one hasn't had the punishment I think is due to her. We'll have to give her some pain while we make certain she doesn't fall out like the other weaklings."
"I know," he said. "Where do you keep your rubber bands?"
"In the second drawer from the top in the desk."
"There's plenty we can do to her little tits with those. I'll bet the big ones snap hard."
Annie sat in terror as she pictured them snapping those big rubber bands against her tender nipples. She and the other girls well knew what those strands of rubber could do on tougher parts of their hides like the legs and arms. They always played like that during recess, blasting the springy substance into each other and laughing as they winced with pain, but that was against her tough parts. She would be in excruciating agony if they attacked her tits.
That was what they did. The two of them took one tit each, sometimes snapping at the same time. At other times one would snap while the other watched. The shooting pains this drilled into Annie made her weep and cry. She shook from head to toe, and she pleaded with them ceaselessly to spare her this humiliation.
The hard part to bear was that she had to sit there and take it without having her hands tied. She knew the power they had over her with that threat to call her father, so if she went against them it would be like signing her own warrant of punishment from her parents.
Endlessly they snapped the huge bands into her tits, aiming for the nipples where she was a lot more sensitive than at her mounds. They had her white flesh streaked with red stripes she could see and could feel. Burning agony travelled through all her naked body each time she felt the snapping bands smack into her skin.
"Please," she begged. "Please stop." The pain made her voice higher than usual, and they laughed at her, saying she still was a little girl, at the same time completely ignoring her begging. The more she pleaded, the more they smashed into her with their cruel attack.
They did not stop until all her tits, around the nipples and to the base of her mounds, was one red welt. She could be slow to do any fucking for some time. They chuckled to themselves as they agreed they had done well in showing these students that the power in the school really lay with the 'faculty.
The girls dressed, suffering the pains of their torments anew as their beaten flesh and their agonized muscles rubbed against the cloth. They were too sore and pitiful to do anything but crawl slowly back to their rooms with their heads hung low. The next time they wanted to fuck and suck, they would make certain that old shit head Bob Rillow was nowhere to be seen.
CHAPTER FIVE
Three days later Jane walked down the halls, still sufferring the torments she had suffered at the hands of the faculty. She wished she could get at them the way she got at the girls, but she realized she would be in big trouble afterwards even if she did manage to get one of them and torture her good. One call to her parents would be all that was needed to put her in a strict school forever, and there was still that picture.
She hoped that she soon would have a chance to have some more fun with Marsha. She hated that girl's cunt so much it was pitiful for her to think about it. All she wanted to do with her life now was to blast the blonde into submission, to show her for once and for all who was boss, then to torment her endlessly while the others watched with glee.
She turned the corner. Ahead she could see walking towards her the very prey she sought, Marsha, who had on her face a smile that seemed to say nothing could be wrong with the world. Jane hated do-gooders and smilers, and the expression on Marsha's face did nothing to ingratiate her with her enemy. Jane decided she should have some more fun with her former captive, and she decided to make it extra painful by first playing like she had repented of her evil will to Marsha, thus luring the girl to unsuspecting pain.
Her plan jelled quickly while their forms approached each other in the ancient corridor. She would be nice to Marsha and invite herself to visit the blonde girl's room. Once there, she would make all her tortures doubly humiliating by using some of Marsha's own things as instruments of her torment. All girls had an endless supply of things that could be used to give pain. There were hatpins that could be stuck into naked flesh, combs whose teeth could be used to scrape already raw skin, electric toothbrushes to use as vibrating dildoes, hairbrushes to be used for spankings, their handles sometimes made painful dildoes for assholes that had not been stretched and umbrellas that could be used to poke all over the place, or to give a caning.
"Hello," Jane said in her nicest voice as the two girls met. "Listen, I've been a real shit. I should have given you some time to be ready for all that happened. Then you might have seen that all the girls go through it, and they all like it."
"I guess I'm to blame," Marsha said. "I noticed that the other girls are on your side, and that must mean I'm the one who's out of line."
Jane liked to hear that kind of talk. It meant her adversary was starting to weaken in her resolve, that the effects of the tortures she gave to her were starting to bear fruit. She asked Marsha if she could come talk to her in her room where things would be private.
Marsha's face lit up like a lantern when she heard the request of the girl who had so wantonly treated her. "I'd be glad to have you," she said. "I like company, and since I've been on your bad side not many of the girls dare to talk to me. Perhaps if they see us together I will be better accepted by them all."
"I hope so," Jane answered. "That's a hell of a way to have to live." But under her breath she swore at her companion and called her a fool. She had to restrain the giggles that came when she thought of the agony she would bear against the silly cunt who was going peacefully to her own destruction.
Marsha unlocked her door and pushed hard, but it did not budge. She grunted and groaned to get the thing open, and she looked sheepish that she could not do it. "I'm sorry," she said. "It sticks sometimes, and I'm barely able to open it."
"I'll do it for you," Jane said. "I'm pretty strong." She knew that Marsha thought she wanted to be helpful when in reality all she wanted was a faster chance to get at her cunt and torture her.
With one hard shove she pushed the door open. A pile of books fell from above and knocked her square on the head, making her woozy all over. While she struggled to get back on her feet she suddenly discovered that Marsha had stripped her and tied her during her period of fuzziness.
She could see that the door was locked, and Marsha had next to her a sharp knife. "One word from you by way of screaming," the blonde said, "and I'll cut an X in your cunt. Those monitors might hear you and come to your rescue, but before they have the door unlocked you'll be bleeding."
"So," Jane said. "I fell into your trap."
"Precisely. I set up the books then went down the fire escape and started looking in the halls for you. When you asked if you could come visit I had to restrain myself to keep from laughing. Here was the toughest cunt in town waiting to come to her own destruction."
"You think you won't be paid back for this," said the angry captive. Her black hair shook with the fury that caused her to struggle.
"It doesn't matter," said Marsha. "I'm not afraid of pain as long as I know you were stupid enough to fall for the oldest trick in the world, the friendship trick."
Jane was doubly humiliated, though she did not let it be known, by the last remark. Not only had she been captured by her enemy, but had fallen for the same scheme that she herself had planned to use. That was the ultimate in stupidity.
Marsha wasted little time talking to her bound captive. Instead she began tickling her mercilessly, getting her in the ribs, under the arms, in the cunt, at her feet, in the front and the back of her neck, and in her stomach. Jane was laughing so hard she could scarcely breathe, and she had to piss because the tickling was stirring her insides.
Marsha listened to no pleas from the tied girl. She wiggled the tips of her fingers into all the places in that naked body where there was sensitivity enough to be tickled. Soon Jane was gasping for breath, trying desperately to cry out, though the laughing and the tickling made her gag in her throat. More and more she had to piss, until finally she let it all out, glad that she would be coating the floor of her enemy's room with the hot yettow liquid.
To her surprise, she heard the sound of a container filling up at her crotch. Marsha had a glass in hand, and she was letting all of Jane's piss flow into it. "Did you think I tickled you just for laughs," said Marsha. "I wanted to make you piss so this glass would not stay empty."
"Listen," said Jane. "That's terrible. I'll let you take over the gang if you don't make me do that." She knew what Marsha had in mind.
"Like hell you will," Marsha said. "You'll say anything to get free, but after that you'll go back on your word. Now drink your own piss, or I'll force your mouth open and pour it down slowly."
Jane saw no way out. At least in this way she could get all the horrible tasting stuff down fast. As Marsha held the glass to her mouth she swallowed as quickly as she could, almost vomiting from the onerous smell and the fetid taste that she had in her mouth. It was humiliating to the last degree to be forced to down her own piss. She thought she might never recover from this attack on her pride unless she was able to repay Marsha with extreme pain at some later date.
Marsha giggled as she saw her victim make horrible faces, trying to get the taste of her piss out of her system. Jane knew that her contortions pleased her captor, thus humiliating herself some more, but she did not care. All she wanted to do was to forget the smell and the taste that racked her membranes and made her feel doubly sick to her stomach.
"That's very good," said Marsha, "Next time we have a piss drinking contest I'll see that you are a main entry. I hope I don't slip and mention this to some of the other girls. They might lose faith in you."
"That would be just like you, you shitty cunt."
"Watch your language," Marsha said as she clouted the tied girl across the face. "You forget that I'm the one giving the orders now, and I'll say who can say what. One more bad word out of you and you'll know what can happen to you."
"Fuck your screaming asshole," Jane shouted. "I'm not scared of you and all your bullshit. Whatever you do to me will be amply repaid."
Marsha was annoyed that a bound captive would dare to talk to her in that manner. She had to show the black haired enemy the truth of the matter, that unless there was cooperation to the fullest she could expect only pain and more pain until her body was completely in agony.
She opened a drawer in her desk and took out a long object made of ivory. Jane looked in terror at the thing she instinctively knew was a dildo. It was so huge it would have stretched a cunt on a female hippopotamus. She hoped that Marsha had no ideas to shove it into her cunt.
That was, however, exactly what Marsha had in mind, and she had more than that. She took another thing out of the drawer where she had the dildo. Jane saw what it was and began to plead for mercy, though she knew what chance she had that her pleas would be heard, exactly none.
The bottle was one Marsha had stolen from the kitchen. It contained the hot sauce the cook used on his own food, for he liked spicy things to eat. As she saw Marsha sprinkling the whole area of that huge dildo with the red fluid Jane almost died of fright.
She thought of what that sauce would do to the fragile membranes in her cunt. It would have burned her mouth so terribly she would not have been able to stand it, but her cunt was ever so much more tender than her mouth, so the pain would be all the greater.
"Please," she whined. "I beg you not to do it." Her face wrinkled up in fear.
"Beg, you shit," Marsha said. "Beg a hundred times."
"Please," Jane said. She said it a hundred times, counting each one carefully."
"That was only ninety eight," Marsha said. "You counted wrong."
"Please, please," begged the captive girl. Her heart beat fast with fear, and she did not know what she was going to do to save herself.
"That's only ninety nine," Marsha said. "Let's hear another."
"Please," begged the terrified captive. "That's more than a hundred."
"I said it was ninety nine," screamed the angered Marsha. She clouted the captive hard across the face with her fist. "Now say one more to make a hundred."
"I beg you! Don't do it," pleaded Jane. "Please, please, please."
"That's only ninety nine," said Marsha, I want one more." But Jane refused to say anything. Marsha was making a fool of her, and that was worse than any physical pain. Already she felt horrible that she had humiliated herself as she had done, and she would never be able to totally forget her shame no matter how many years passed.
"So you won't do what I say," Marsha said. "For that you'll get your reward." She chuckled to herself. She knew all the time she never was going to let Jane escape this torment. She had merely let her make a complete fool out of herself with her begging before she actually had to suffer any physical pain. It was important to Marsha that Jane realize perfectly who had the upper hand.
Showing no mercy, she shoved the dildo into the defenseless cunt of the bound woman before her. The dildo was so big it took her a long time to get even the first one third into the pussy. The size of the ivory object alone made it certain to give its victim pain, but when the effects of the hot sauce added to that already certain pain, the result was unbridled agony. Jane screamed at the top of her lungs until Marsha brought the knife close again and threatened to cut her if she did not shut up.
From then on the victim had to bear the agony with small moans and groans. The massive object stretched her walls worse than anything she had in there before. Her membranes felt torn to shreds by the force of the ivory pulling at her skin while it drove deeper and deeper into her snaking passages.
Her groans were low, but that was all the more pleasure to her captor, for it showed that she once again had been subdued. Instead of the fierce yells she felt like giving she had reduced her cries to the level that Marsha found acceptable. In the eyes of both of them that meant that Marsha again was a superior, a thing which was excruciatingly hard for Jane to bear.
The pain from the dildo was accentuated by the burning sensation from the sauce. The mixture of tearing and searing was a horrible one, one that drove the black haired girl half out of her head. Her agony approached limits she did not believe she had ever given to any of her captives. She struggled uselessly to push the big lump from her cunt by using her inner muscles. All she did was drill the hot sauce more firmly against her membranes, and the burning pain increased.
Marsha delighted in the way she could feel the tormented walls of Jane's cunt writhing and thrashing against the dildo, trying to force it out of her system and thus reduce the pain. The struggles of her captive made the blonde haired girl push harder into the victim's cunt with the cruel instrument of torture.
More and more agonizing pain rippled through Jane's body with each new thrust Marsha drove into her. The dildo was halfway in by now, and Jane felt her insides would split if any more of it were shoved there.
Still, Marsha pushed it farther in. The pain ceased to be located mainly in Jane's cunt. It travelled with hard driving blasts to every single nerve and fiber of her naked body. She wanted to shriek, but her fear of the knife made her shiver. Each second Marsha managed to wiggle the dildo a little farther into her tormented snatch, and each second the intensity of the pain grew stronger.
So great was her agony she could no longer realize anything but the pain that was in her. The dildo was three fourths of the way inside, pressing against her walls with such horrible force that the effects of the pain were lodged even in the top of her head. The burning feeling from the sauce got worse as the stretching exposed more nerve endings to the full effects of that violating fluid which covered the dildo.
Harder and harder Marsha pushed the dildo into the suffering cunt of her enemy. She grinned each time she felt a tremor of pain or heard a groan of agony. This was the way she liked to have things, with herself in the top position and Jane as her captive. She did not have to think very far back to remember when things had been the other way around, and then Jane had shown no mercy. In retaliation, she would show none to Jane.
With a mighty shove she got the dildo all the way inside the suffering cunt of her victim. The double pain coming from the unbelievable stretching and the hot sauce was more than Jane could bear. She let out a horrified scream and collapsed unconscious to the floor.
Marsha was happy that she had caused her enemy that much suffering, but she was not through yet. It was a fortunate thing, Marsha thought, that her captive had gone unconscious, for it made the next part of her plan all that much easier.
After Jane collapsed the muscles in her pussy relaxed, making it easy for Marsha to pull out the dildo. She looked with respect on the instrument which had caused her old tormentor an extreme amount of agony. She kissed it to show it how good she felt about having it there to use against the snatch of her enemy.
Jane still stayed unconscious, and Marsha worked feverishly to get her job done before the older girl recovered from the agony that had driven her unconscious.
Marsha had taken the time to screw a giant hook into a beam of the ceiling, a work that had cost her an hour of her time, as she was not used to that kind of labor. The hook she had gotten by rifling the storeroom of Bob Rillow when he was elsewhere.
She tied a rope around the feet of her captive, and she slowly pulled it over the hook until Jane was hanging from the ceiling with her hair just trailing above the floor. Marsha untied her captive's hands, and the naked girl stayed suspended upside down with her arms free.
Marsha dashed some water across the face of the pendulous female before her. Jane awoke to find herself in the disadvantageous position, angered at the disrespect to her person, at the same time terrified at the number of things which could happen to her while she was in that predicament.
"You look like a piece of raw meat hanging from a hook," Marsha said. "But you look tough. I think you need to be tenderized."
"Cut me down, you cunt," Jane screamed, forgetting she was not the boss, because usually she was.
"I have to make you tenderer first," Marsha said with mock sympathy. "You know, of course, that one way to tenderize meat is to beat it. That's why I bought this special belt the other day. The leather is hard and the edges are square cut to be more powerful."
Jane shook. She knew the beating she was going to get would hurt her, but there was no way to avoid it. She gritted her teeth against the possibilities, hoping she would be able to bear the agony without proving too much of a coward. The humiliation of being beaten would be doubled if she could not show she was made inside of steel.
The first lash of the horrible belt slashed across her naked back. It stung fiercely, leaving in its path a huge red welt that burned like fire. Her impulse to cry out was barely checked as she felt the pain from her beating seeping into her.
Before the punishment of the first blow had time to settle into her bones, a second blow followed, and then a third. With hard driving slashes the blond haired girl tormented the mide flesh of her helpless enemy. Her laughter at her power over Jane mixed with the half-muffled groans of the older girl.
Each time the slap of the belt into her flesh sounded in the room it was echoed by a tortured moan from the lips of the upside down teenager. Her face showed the excruciating agony she suffered at the torment which her adversary devised for her. The tip of the belt was especially cruel when it bit into her naked skin.
Harder and harder the young aggressor tore at her enemy, rejoicing in the clash of leather and skin and in the moans from the black haired girl. Her breath came hard as she worked with the most powerful strokes she could manage.
With every slap of the leather against her fragile skin Jane quivered. Her flesh was red and raw from the endless beating that fell to her. Her face showed by its contortion the agony she suffered minute after dragging minute while Marsha drove the belt against her in a raging fury.
It hurt her pride to know she could be so poorly treated when a few days before their positions had been completely reversed. The stroke of that small hand against her naked body was a strong one, and the lashing blows dug beneath the first layer of skin into the more sensitive ones.
The sight of the reddened flesh of her captive gave Marsha courage to continue the beating she drove into her, for she fed on the agony of her victim, had her lust increased with each suffering moan that escaped into the air of the room. As she pounded the tormented body she watched it sway upside down.
Jane was in agony all over. Blows raining from her enemy sent the belt smashing helter skelter about her burdened flesh, and the rope at her feet began to rub against her, giving her flesh a burn that ached and smarted almost as much as the beating from the leather.
After she had done with the other parts of the body, Marsh directed all her rage to the unprotected cunt of the shapely Jane. The tip of that leather could just snap at the right angle so that it tore at the pink membranes and made them sore all over. Jane could not hold back any longer when this happened. Her screams of terror filled the room.
Marsha did not give a shit if anybody heard. That would be all the better, for then the word would be out that Jane had at last met her match in this game of punishment.
Marsha whipped the cunt of her victim until her hand no longer could lift the belt. She cut Jane down from the ceiling, let her untie herself and get dressed, then opened the door and watched her struggle down the halls, holding her cunt in her hands against the pain.
A prettier sight she had never seen in all her life.
CHAPTER SIX
For three weeks Jane did nothing in revenge. Word of her torment did leak out among the girls, and she lost some of her following because of that. A few of the more rebellious even dared to openly take Marsha's side in the affair, and their number was enough that Jane had reason to fear her position was in jeopardy.
Now was not the time, though. She had to be fully recovered from all her wounds before she could take on this amazing girl whose cunt feared no pain and whose will was like steel. Despite her hatred of Marsha, she had to admit that she admired the fierce individuality of the girl and the spirit that drove her to resist.
Jane talked to Annie to see if she could get some help in a plan for retaliation on Marsha. Annie suggested that they take her brother in on the plan. Jane agreed that it was a good idea. She had met Tom, Annie's brother, two years before, and more than once he had taken part in their rituals of pain.
"He'll be here for the weekend," said Annie. "I know'he'll be glad to help."
"I hope so," Jane said. "This blonde cunt is tougher than I thought she would be when first I met her, but she can't hold out forever against me. My power is too great, and I'm too well organized."
"Shit," said Annie. "She's just a summer soldier. When the going gets really rough, she'll see things your way."
"That's what I like to hear," Jane said. "It's good to know that my closest followers still have confidence in me. That cunt of hers will ache like all hell before we're through with it."
That weekend Tom arrived. It did not take much to get him to join their plan of retaliation. Since he was stronger than the girls, he would be of immense help in administering pain to the enemy, and he had a cock that could be of some use also.
However, they had to lure Marsha to the room where they planned to torment her. The young girl was on the watch at the time, for she feared some sort of response to the torture she had given Jane so long before, and she rarely wandered away from her friends who would protect her in case of an out an out battle, and that would attract the faculty who would put an end to everything.
"Leave it to me," said Tom. "Get to the spare room in the attic where we plan to torment her and get everything ready. I'll see to it that she's there within the hour."
He walked down the hall where visitors were permitted. He had the advantage that Marsha did not know who he was. As he waited at a corner he kept close watch until he saw her coming along talking to her friends. They passed by him, and he singled out for a compliment about her tits.
She turned to see him. He was strong, well built for his size, and he was decidedly handsome. Since she had tasted cock, and had her walls stretched well, the thought of fucking him did not repel her as it might have done when first she entered the school.
She walked over to him and rubbed against his body with her own. His look meant only that he wanted to screw as badly as she did, and the other girls, understanding that they were not wanted, went on their way.
"I know a place," he said. "It's in the attic, a spare room that I use when I'm visiting my sister and I want to fuck."
"Whose your sister?" she asked.
"She's a senior," he lied. "Cathy Brown."
Marsha knew no one by that name, but she did not know all the girls in the school, and, as visits were permitted on any weekend, it was logical that he really was the brother of one of the seniors. She followed him to the room in question, hungering for the taste of his cock pushing against her walls with hard male strokes.
"Come in," he said, opening the door for her. She went in. She heard the door slam and the lock click behind her. He. undressed her, not getting naked himself, telling her he wanted to wait till later. After she was nude he called out the code word, and the two girls, Jane and Annie, came from hiding out of the closet.
"Shit," Marsha said. "You cowards had to use a man to get me in your clutches."
"No matter," said the grinning Jane."
Now we have your cunt where we want it, and we'll do what the shit we want with you."
"Yeah," said Annie in echo." And you can scream all you care to, because you know fucking well no one will ever hear you here."
They grabbed her and bound her hands behind her back with a heavy cord, Her nude body looked so defenseless that the girls could not keep from laughing. Tom rubbed his dick inside his pants, hot for the fuck he had been promised as a reward for helping the two torturers.
"Fucking will come in time," Jane warned him. "There will be no screwing until I say so."
"All right," he said. "I made a bargain, and I'll keep it. But let's not waste time."
All of them looked at each other for a split second; then they heard Jane give the command. This was the first time she had used the torment she was about to begin. The actual physical pain was minimal, but the humiliation would be horrible. She doubted if the blonde would ever be able to hold up her head in public again.
In front of her they gorged themselves with food they had brought. None of them offered her a bite, and she noticed they ate like ravenous wolves instead of like human beings. As soon as they were so stuffed that they could hold not a thing more, Jane took a feather from the basket by her side. Tom opened his mouth, and she reached to his throat, tickling him with it. He gagged a little, then suddenly he fell over, vomiting all into Marsha's face. She was completely repulsed by his abhorrent action. The stench of the vomit was all in her nostrils, and the sliminess made her want to vomit herself.
He spewed all he had just eaten into her face. She struggled to be free, but to no avail. She dared not open her mouth to curse him for fear some of his retching would go down her throat.
He was followed by the two girls in what he did. Marsha was repulsed to the limit by the humiliating way they treated her. She scarcely could believe they were human, and she felt a great shame at the way they treated her. If they could do that to her so easily, seducing her for want of cock and tying her naked while they threw up on her, what kind of a woman could she call herself?
Finally they had retched out all they had eaten. The smell was so bad they cleaned her themselves, washing her in the bathroom off to the side. She showed in her face the shame she felt at the treatment and the disrespect she had suffered. That was enough to make Jane jump for joy, for she knew she had her enemy on the run, and that was the sweetest thing that ever could happen.
They brought the suffering young girl back to the room where she had been tormented. They were not yet done with her tortures, and had not yet been surfeited with hearing her scream and beg for mercy. The cruel glimmer in the eyes of the boy frightened Marsha a lot. She knew that there were physical limits to the power the girls had, limits which she could bear under almost any conditions, but the strength he had was far superior to anything they had, and he could hurt her a hell of a lot.
Jane brought from the basket a box of round toothpicks that were sharply pointed on their ends. She handed several of them to each of her comrades and bade them to begin in whatever spot they willed, told them to be certain not to draw any blood, but to also be certain that Marsha knew she was being stuck.
Annie giggled as she sunk to the floor and began to push the harsh tip of one of them into the tender underarm of her victim. Marsha struggled, but this only made the pointed wood bear more sharply against her, and she had to quiet her efforts to be free. But the torment from the sticks of wood did not lessen.
Annie drilled the weapon against her with a force that bit into all the skin even if it barely pierced the first layer. Her underarm was a mass of shooting pains that were terrible to feel, and she hated Annie as much as she had ever hated anyone from her past. The force that the girl used against her was hardly restrained, so that her body was shaken with the agony she received.
Tom started at her feet. He had heard that the bottom of a person's feet was more tender than any other place as soon as the tough skin is beaten back and the underparts are revealed, so he planned to torment her there. With more force than his two companions could use together he pushed his toothpicks into the skin of Marsha's exposed feet.
She screamed when he did that, trembled and howled from the awful pain he drove into her with each attack on her flesh. No matter how much she tried to kick she could not break free from the grasp he had on her. Her fears were being well borne out as she suffered the agony only a male could give to her, for no woman would be strong enough to do it.
But Tom was a refined torturer. He did not confine his pricks to the underside of her feet, but attacked her toes, also, concentrating cruelly on the sensitive areas in between them, where he stuck her with as much force as he used at the base of her body.
Over and over she shouted forth the pain this gave to her. She had never imagined she would suffer so much from something as lowly as a wooden toothpick, and the shame she felt grew. When one of them broke, the wicked boy merely replaced it with another, thus continuing the ghastly suffering she was forced to bear.
Jane took a different turn with hers. She went straight to the cunt of her bound and naked captive, rejoicing as she saw the strain of fear on the blonde girl's face. She pushed a toothpick into the pink membranes of her victim's pussy, pressing hard enough to cause real agony but not to cause any bleeding.
"Please not there," begged Marsha. "That hurts worse than the other two put together."
"Say please a hundred times," mocked Jane. "Then I'll set you free."
Marsha recognized this mocking for what it was, and she suffered even more humiliation. When she had been in power she had used that trick against Jane who now turned it on herself. Knowing the futility of saying anything more, she confined herself to groaning in horror whenever she felt one of those points digging into her underarm or her toes, but especially when she felt them grinding against her cunt.
As if she were unsatisfied with the results of using only one toothpick at a time, Jane used a lot of them simultaneously, edging their sharpness into Marsha's cunt in several places at once. The pain and the shame increased as Marsha felt even more helpless and defenseless against her captors.
Each time she was stuck she moaned, and her groans slowly increased in volume until she was wailing a low cry of agony that was steady and certain. This sign of her suffering cheered all her captors immensely.
Annie moved from her underarms and began to jab the pointed objects into her backbone, not neglecting the ribs at the same time. Her thrusts were extra painful in that area of the body, for she could catch the skin between a bone and the point of her toothpick with ease, which meant that the suffering Marsha had more pain to bear than ever.
Still at her cunt, Jane played havoc with the tender walls, shoving the toothpicks against them with no end to her actions in sight. The tormented girl was half-crazed with the agonies she had to bear. She no longer knew anything besides the throbbing pain that racked every nerve and fiber of her white skinned body.
Nothing would stop these demented persons from tormenting her until she was unconscious from the pain. Every second she felt the accumulated horror in her build higher. There was a point which she could not bear past, and that point was well on the way to being reached. The hurt at her cunt was far worse than anything else.
Tom worked his way along the side of her body, and he would have tormented her ear, but Jane stopped him with a warning that to slip would mean to harm her greatly, and that was not what they were after. They sought only to shower her with agony and abasement, as much as she could bear and still stay sane.
Marsha wondered what would be the end of this. The pointed sticks of wood made her skin raw and red all over. By the time they were done her tits were sore, her cunt burning her skin flagellated all over, and her eyes in tears from the excruciating pain that rambled all through her.
Tom was excited, in a hurry about something, wanting what he had been promised if helped them torture her. What it was she did not know, but from the conversation she heard she felt it had something to do with her cunt. She loathed his very presence, and the thought of having his slimy dick in her pussy made her almost vomit in disgust.
Over and over she had to bear the pains they jabbed into her. Her punishment was thorough, taking in all the parts of her naked flesh that could be tormented that way without doing her any permanent harm. When finally Jane put down her instruments and ordered the others to do the same, the pain racked Marsha sighed a small gasp of relief.
Jane had other plans for her victim. She had not forgotten how Marsha hung her upside down and beat her. That game could be played by more than one person, and the three captors had a little to add to the problem Marsha would have once she hung from the ceiling.
Using a hook just like the one Marsha had used, they strung the naked girl upside down, and they freed her hands. Her mortification was great as she realized that Jane was mocking her by returning her torment in kind. That was one way of telling her that the person in charge had been changed, a way of saying that the top cunt on campus was Jane, and not Marsha.
The hatred of her oppressor grew like a weed in Marsha's heart. Her fierce desire to blast the pussy of her enemy into nothingness was totally frustrated, and she felt in herself the weakness which gave her a sense of ruin and abjection.
Jane took a whip in her hand. She gave it to Annie, deferring her own time at the moment. Annie blasted the leather as hard as she could, always aiming at her victim's cunt. Though her aim was not a practiced as that of Jane, still she managed to hit the bullseye many times, and the pink walls that already were sore from the toothpicks became fiery with agony.
Stroke after cruel stroke of that leather bit into the tender flesh that surrounded the opening to Marsha's channel of glory. Each whistling slash of the whip was followed by a crack as hard leather delved into flimsy, tormented skin. Marsha writhed like a bound animal, for the effects of this torment surged with rapid speed through her nude body.
Annie seemed to be without weariness, for the strokes she pounded into the suffering girl's cunt never got in the least easier to bear. Marsha screamed her throat dry in an effort to alleviate the pain, but all was futile, all useless. The wanton punishment that was drilled into her increased with each ticking second of the clock, and there seemed no end to the time they would have to torture her.
As the whip bit against her snatch again and again, Marsha burst into a flood of tears. The pain was such that she had not a shred of the control she was famous for, not a piece of self confidence left. Her disgrace was complete as she realized she had been made to cry profusely in front of her one real enemy.
Jane laughed to see the once taunting figure of the blonde girl now shaken with agony and flooded with tears. She mocked the captive, asking her when she was going to be brave and take what was her due. Marsha would have replied that at least she needed no boy to capture Jane when the positions had been different, but her twinging cunt gave her such pain she could say nothing.
At last the shower of agony ended, and Annie set the whip on the floor. Marsha hung from the ceiling, suffering in her nakedness holding her cunt with her hands in an attempt to soothe her wounds. Jane and Annie looked at her and laughed, calling her names that she hated, like cunt, shit head, pussy juice, and cock biter.
Her terror became greater as she saw that Tom was taking off his clothes. He could want only one thing if he was naked, and he was not going to get that from Jane, and certainly not from his sister. By the process of elimination that left just one cunt for him to use-hers.
As soon as he was naked, he crawled onto her with the help of the other two girls. It took them a long time and a lot of shifting and grabbing before he got into the position that he needed.
He was hanging with her, his head to the floor, and he kept himself from falling by holding her tight at her chest, pressing her tits hard against his bones and hurting them.
His cock was firmly set inside her walls, and the pain was immense. She was sore all over her cunt from the torments she had suffered there, so what should have given her a lot of pleasure instead filled her with excruciating convulsions.
The extra weight made the tension of the rope greater, and her feet felt more agony from that. He was pumping his cock hard into her walls, drumming his stomach up against hers while he fucked her sore snatch into terrible horror.
Her pleas for mercy were laughed at. He had crawled on her so that he could give her pain, and that was what he was going to do until he had come. How long that might be, nobody could tell, least of all Tom who never had fucked from that position before.
His weight, and the tormenting dolors that he gave her with his penetrations into her beaten cunt added to the suffering and humiliation that flowed through her body. Each terrible stroke he thrust into her punished her like she had never in the past been punished. His pole was a big one, which fact made her pain all the greater, for it pressed against her tortured walls with more pressure.
Her shouts of horror were filling the air of the room. Rather than be bothered with them, Tom seemed to feed on them, to take them as energy which drove him to better fuck her cunt, that cunt which was so painful to her and so soothing to himself.
Endlessly he drove his turgid tip hard into the snaking walls that cried out for mercy he refused to give. Her winces gave him exceptional delight, for they were the best sign he had that his pain was difficult for her.
Harder than ever his thrusts pounded difficulty and humiliation against her membranes. The sheer agony she felt was pleasure to the others. They were glad that Tom was there so they could use a real cock against her. Somehow a dildo, even one bigger than his shaft, would just not be the same at all.
Marsha's screams faded as she lost all her breath. Her pain-racked body jerked and trembled while that stem from his crotch slid into her beaten walls. He was about to come, she guessed from the way he was breathing hard. But she never got to know if she was right.
Under the pain she could no longer bear, she collapsed, hanging there unconscious while Tom pumped load after hot load of his ball juice into her walls. He cared nothing that she was out cold. All he desired was the feelings that zipped through him as his cock spat out the gism which had been stored in there way too long already.
She would really be ashamed when she awoke to find that she had been fucked while she was out cold. He climbed down from her and took the belt in his hand. He longed to tear her fragile skin to shreds by thrashing her as hard as he dared.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," said a male voice. Tom stopped. Wasn't he the only male there?
CHAPTER SEVEN
He turned towards the door and looked with horror. There was Bob Rillow with his keys in hand, and behind him were Mrs. Tomes, Mr. Vicel, and Miss Stevens. He had been caught in the act as clearly as that could possibly have happened.
"We were just playing," he offered with a thin smile.
"Just playing, indeed," muttered Mrs. Tomes. "If that poor body you have there is what you mean by playing, then I'd hate to see you when you're serious."
"What the hell are you doing here?" Jane asked. This had ruined everything for her.
"We became suspicious when one of the girls told us that Marsha had gone off with a visiting boy. You all know that guests have to sign in, and there were only three boys who came today. Two of them we saw in the refectory with their sisters, which left only Annie's brother as the one who was guilty."
"Guilty?" he said.
"Come on," Mr. Vicel offered. "Do you think we're that stupid. Annie is Jane's friend, and Jane has a grudge against Marsha. After that, we easily put the pieces together."
"But how did you know we were here?" It was Annie who asked the question.
"We didn't," said Bob Rillow. "But we naturally figured you would be in some out of the way place. We've been searching all we could think of for the past thirty minutes. Eventually we had to come here."
"Cut her down," said Mrs. Tomes, realizing that she was making a fool of herself by reprimanding the three captors while she left poor Marsha hanging from the ceiling, naked and battered from her torments.
Jane did as she was told. She was tops amid the pupils, but she could not match the faculty, especially now that they had that picture of her. She placed Marsha's body gently on the sole piece of furniture that inhabited the room, an old chair.
"I'd like to see you deny all this now," said the principal with a fiery glance at Jane. She wagged her finger hard while she spoke. "This is red handed. I can't have a better witness than my own eyes, and they have seen what was happening here."
Jane was furious. Three years she spent building her small empire in the school, and now this smelly cunted blonde had come along and torn it down over her head. She could not vent her anger against the unconscious Marsha, but she could take it out on the principal.
"Some nerve you have," she shouted. "We take care of our own. If all the shitheaded faculty would keep to themselves like they should, there would be none of this kind of fascist sneaking around."
"Do you call what you're doing democracy?" countered Mrs. Tomes.
"Leave us alone," Jane said. "We need time to think." She wanted them out of there, wanted to be free from the accusing stares that were drilled into her. Four pairs of eyes told her what they thought, all of it bad, none of it good.
Marsha began to stir in her chair. She was in terrifying agony from the punishments, but the sight of the faculty cheered her spirits. She knew from that second on who was the new leader of the girls in the school. Jane no longer could withstand the accusations which truth had borne out as real.
"Are you all right?" Mrs. Tomes asked in a motherly manner.
"Not really," admitted the young blonde. "But I'll heal. I always do."
"How could you bear such pain?" said Miss Stevens.
"Guts," said Marsha with a smile. She knew her captors did not dare answer her on that, and she enjoyed the frustration that showed on their faces as they saw their world closing down on them. Now that she was on top, she would play her role to the hilt.
"The best thing to do is give them a dose of their own medicine," Marsha continued. "They'll think three times about torturing anyone else if they knew what will happen whenever an accusation is brought against them. I'll be certain to check all the new girls who come in to see how life goes for them here."
"An excellent suggestion," agreed Mr.
Vicel. He was looking at the tender body of Jane, and his cock stirred inside him. He bet himself that she had a cunt worth waiting for.
"All of you get naked," ordered Mrs. Tomes. The students followed her orders, completely at her mercy since they had been caught in the act. Tom was embarrased to show his cock to the two older women, and he had been standing so that they could not see it, but he was roughly turned around by Mr. Vicel.
When they saw his pole the two teachers broke into huge horselaughs. "It's so little," said Miss Stevens, pointing at his pole while she held her chest in laughter.
"Like a toothpick that someone broke off in the middle," added her sidekick.
"I wonder if he's reached puberty yet," giggled Miss Stevens. "Maybe those cock hairs are glued on."
Tom's humiliation knew no bounds. He was proud of his cock, and it hurt him to hear them talk like that. Everything was worse because it happened in front of his sister who could use the fact as a weapon against him whenever she pleased, and he knew at some time she would slip and tell someone. What a cunt she was.
The women finished laughing. The two men were naked also, and they whispered to themselves in a corner. Their stems stuck out hard as steel from their nude bodies, frightening the girls who never before had seen any adults with, hard-ons.
After their whispering came to an end they rushed for Annie and grabbed her, pulling her every which way while they struggled to caress her naked body. Annie hated both of them worse than shit, and their touches repulsed her to the marrow. She hated every second that their slimy hands fondled her tender skin as if she had invited them there.
Mr. Vicel was in front of her, and suddenly he plunged his cock into her walls, drilling it far inside as fast as he could. Since he did not give her time to properly lubricate, she was torn and hurt by his rough action.
He stroked into her with powerful thrusts. Soon his action at her cunt was mirrored by Bob Rillow in the unfortunate girl's asshole, speeding his 'tip past the circular door and mashing it against her walls. She cried out in horror, for her asshole was still virgin which meant that the membranes had not yet been stretched, so that she suffered pain throughout her nude body as she felt him battering her insides.
No amount of anguish that she showed had any effect on them. They continued to smash their cocks hard against her membranes. She hated both of them so much. The touch of their adult nakedness was cold and flabby compared to the hot hard bodies of youth she was accustomed to have next to hers. This also made her feel sick to her stomach.
If only she could have borne all this in secret, there might have been a chance she could have felt no shame, but humiliation heaped upon embarrasment as she could see all the people watching her being treated like a slave instead of like the rich girl she was.
How disgusting to have two common men, whose wages hardly equaled what would be her weekly allowance when she was in college, fucking her cunt and her asshole. To make matters worse, her asshole still felt a soreness from the repeated thrusts that Bob Rillow smashed into there.
At the same time both of the men came, polluting her snatch and her asshole with their filthy cunt spray, flooding her insides as fast as they could. She knew her body was diseased after that, felt her flesh crawl as the full realization of what had happened to her hit home.
The men pulled out of her and let their hot cocks cool off in the air. They were not yet done with those cocks, so they had to give them a rest. Both lamented that the old days were gone, the days when they could screw six or even seven times a night without thinking anything at all about it. But they knew their time would come again soon.
"I still feel hot," Bob Rillow said. "This old cock really does have some life left in it."
"I'll bet it does," said Mrs. Tomes. "I've seen cocks a lot smaller that could go on for days."
The janitor looked around for a person to use his cock on. He had not had an asshole fuck in years, and he suddenly knew just whom he was going to do it to.
He grabbed Tommy and spun him so that the boy was pushed with his face pressing into the wall. "Spread your legs," he ordered.
"Please," Tommy said. "My asshole's not stretched. You'll murder me with that dick you've got."
"Nobody asked your advice," said the janitor roughly. He plunged his cock hard into the tightly bound circle that was the beginning of Tommy's passages. The young boy screamed in terror as the hard driving pole of the older man slipped inch by inch into his tortured shit hole. His screams were echoing through the room, for his ass felt shredded by the pains he suffered there.
Mr. Vicel was irritated by the groans and screams that Tommy made. He thought the boy should know how to take the punishment that was due to him. He ordered Tommy to shut up immediately, but there was so much pain in his asshole that the boy screamed on.
The gym teacher walked to where the janitor was assfucking the boy and pulled them off the wall so that Tommy was in front of him, and Bob Rillow was in back of the young boy, still plunging into the asshole that huge cock which caused Tommy so much pain.
Grabbing Tommy by the neck, the gym teacher began to choke him, cutting off his air for long periods at a time, then releasing his hold so that the red faced boy could get his wind back again.
Tommy writhed in unbearable pain. His asshole was tortured over and over from the strokes that Bob Rillow smashed along his passages. Each terrifying insertion of that dick sent excruciating agony rippling into the back of his brain, and he cried out all the more whenever Mr. Vicel released the hold on his neck and let air again travel the length of his windpipe.
When he was being choked that only added to the already inhuman suffering he bore. His eyes welled with hot tears, and his lungs gasped for air, crying out for the life-giving oxygen the gym teacher refused him. His face felt the rush of blood expanding his vessels, and he turned completely red.
Annie watched with horror as the strong man mistreated her brother's breathing. She thought for certain he was going to kill Tommy, but Mr. Vicel always released his hold and gave his victim plenty of time to catch his wind before any serious damage was done. His only motive was to hurt him enough that he would never forget the punishment which hopefully would keep him from repeating this crime against other human beings.
The pressure of the janitor's cock stretched the asshole of his victim after a while, and the pain went down. At the point where Tommy felt he was enjoying the fuck in his shit channel, Bob Rillow came, billowing into the passage with gallons of steaming gism. His come erupted from the hole in his cock with volcanic force, squeezing from the entrance when there was too much of it to stay inside Tommy's asshole anymore.
With that the two men left the boy to himself, nursing his pains at his asshole and his neck. They were a mean pair, and he hated them for humiliating him in front of the girls. That was the worst part of it all, the degradation of being assfucked when he had pleaded not to be, the way they ignored his requests as if he were worth nothing and they were worth everything.
He could not hide his red-faced shame, which made things all the more difficult for him to bear. He blushed frantically from head to toe, and his excited cock stook out from between his legs like a poker ready to shove into something soft and warm. It was torment to him to hold back from smashing along the insides of one of the cunts he could see dripping their juices in front of his eyes.
"It is time to show them some real torment" Mrs. Tomes said. The girls shivered to hear her say that. They knew from past experience how hard and cruel she was under the sweet bubbly exterior she showed to their parents on visiting days. Her mind was unfathomable, and her cruelty a sad legend in her own time. Jane had first gotten the idea of a cult of pain when she realized that Mrs. Tomes controlled the school by fear.
Now they were going to get one of her worst punishments, though they were sure she would call it a better one. The tormented looks on their young faces pleased the older woman, for when she saw it she knew she was the one in charge again, that her will was the will that reigned supreme in the school, and no other.
Tommy did not know what to think. When he saw his sister and Jane trembling, his insides became loose and queasy, for he had never seen his sister afraid of anything in the past, and he knew Jane was a tough woman all the way around.
Marsha, sitting still in her chair, enjoyed the spectacle of their fear. It Was clear to her that from then on she would have all the privileges she wanted in the school. The girl who gave the orders would be herself. Happy about that, she smiled as she saw the faculty get to work on her enemies.
First they had their hands tied behind their backs with the rope they had used to string her to the ceiling. Then all of them were again tied so that they were back to back, each facing outward with his or .her ass bumping into the ass of the others. Frightened, they looked at each other, aware that in this helpless position, there was nothing they could do to protect themselves from the ravages with which the faculty might despoil their naked bodies.
Mrs. Tomes was the first one to strike a blow. She hated all men deep inside, and she zeroed in on the young boy whose cock was a sign of his approaching adulthood, for though she knew he was no virgin, she also knew he did not have the full male authority that would be his when he grew older. With a swift kick she delivered a painful attack to his balls.
Agonizing pain shivered along his legs and his backbone to lodge in the top of his head. He shuddered as she again drove her hard shoes into his suffering nuts. When he opened his mouth to scream he found he was in such agony that his throat was constricted, and nothing came out but a silent plea for mercy. Mrs. Tomes laughed from deep in her throat to see his gaping mouth trying to plead for mercy and his eyes bulging from his head. Another blow from her foot smashed into his balls.
Miss Stevens began her attack on Jane, crashing her fist into the teen-ager's cunt as hard as she possibly could. Jane's roar of horror filled the room. Her cunt was racked with the tearing agonies that the wicked vice-principal drove into her. Without ceasing, almost without stopping to take a breath, Miss Stevens sent blow after smashing blow into the tender opening to Jane's snatch, pushing her fist deep into the fragile inner membranes which were warped to the front by the painful contortions that were caused by the beating.
The cries from her lips were so loud Jane found it hard to believe it was herself she was hearing. Her cunt was hurting her from its beginning all the way down past her cervix. She begged for mercy, getting instead a self-satisfied smile and more fists from the brutal Miss Stevens.
Not to be outdone, Mr. Vicel began to smash his fist into Annie's cunt, beating hard against her so that she openly wept from the soreness he caused her. Her face contorted with the burning agony his fierce attack smashed into her.
The faculty members took turns beating and kicking all their captives in their crotches. They rotated from person to person, with one taking a rest while the other three continued the torment of their charges. Jane, and Annie, and Tommy were completely humiliated as they realized that all this was happening to them in front of the girl whose cunt they hated more than anything else. There was no chance this would go unreported to the other students on campus which meant that Jane's power was over, and, as a result, so was Annie's.
Finally the faculty tired, their bodies too old to go on with the strength they had when they were younger. Jane and Tommy were nearly unconscious from the pain, while Annie moaned again and again.
They were all untied, and the two girls were forced to fuck Tommy, one at a time, while Mr. Vicel took pictures, lots of them, with a polaroid camera. These were insurance against the girls or Tommy squealing to their parents about the beating they had received. One look at a picture of their child fucking, and all else would be forgotten in the anger that the parents gave to their offspring.
While the faculty watched, all the students dressed. None of them felt physically good, not even Marsha who had been sorely treated before her rescuers arrived, but Marsha had a smile on her face because she knew where she now stood in the student hierarchy, right at the top.
After her tormentors had returned to their rooms Marsha made it a point to brown up the principal and the vice-principal by thanking them for coming to her rescue. She then thanked the men for being so strong and helpful, saying without them she was certain nothing could have been done to help her.
Later that night she called her father and told him that four of the faculty members had helped her when she was confused and in need, lying about the facts so that he would suspect nothing. She told him she had come home to find a robber in her room and they had chased him out with great chance of harm to themselves, for he was armed. At her suggestion he sent them each an expensive gift to thank them for their efforts in aiding his child. From then on, she was queen of the school, and none of Jane's gang dared to touch her in revenge.
