Reform schools are nothing new to the world. Society has always deemed it necessary to put certain young people away to either help or punish them. This goes for young girls as well as boys. But what happens when such girls are left at the mercy of cruel, brutal wardens? What happens when the wardens' only concern is with satisfying their sexual and sadistic appetites?
This novel depicts such a reform school in all its savage cruelty. The director, Mr. Sawyer, and his wife, the dean, will subject the girls to anything if it brings them the smallest amount of pleasure. The girls are helpless, indeed they are slaves.
One of the girls, Marge, arrives at the Sargeant School for Girls to find the other girls at the mercy of the Sawyers. She finds that they can be beaten, whipped, spanked, and raped, by either man or wife, at their discretion. There is no chance of escape.
That is, there is no chance until Gloria, one of the older girls, tries to organize a revolt against the Sawyers. But the plan backfires, at least for Marge, and she finds herself in the dank cellar with the furious Sawyers, subjected to the worst of their imaginative cruelties.
The girl finds that not only does she have to submit to the lustful brutality of the man, not only is she forced to satisfy the sadistic lesbian desires of the dean, but she must also endure the punishment of the other girls, all eager to do anything to avoid the wrath of the Sawyers.
She finds that there are rats who will tell the Sawyers everything, and pets that will do anything for the dean. But the rest of the girls are united in their rage against the cruel wardens, and look forward with eager lust for the day of their revenge.
But the Sawyers are not to be fooled with. Can the girls manage their revolt, or will it backfire and bring them all to even worse tortures? Marge doesn't know, but will do anything to find out.
Read on.
If you dare ...
CHAPTER ONE
The girls in the van could not see outside. Although it was a bright sunny day, the inside of the van was in total darkness.
The van was bouncing along what seemed to be a bumpy road, as it made its way to the girl's school, the girl's reform school, that is, where the four girls inside would soon be living.
They could not see one another, but before the van door had been shut they had looked each other over, and now were chatting as if they knew each other well.
All four girls were in the same boat. They had been sent to the Sargeant School for Discipline by the courts, as an alternative to jail or a more ordinary type of school. Although the girls had agreed on their own to come to the school, none of them had actually seen it.
It just so happened that all three of the girls were blonde. Marge had noticed this when they were shuffled into the van. Marge herself was a rather thin blonde, with a bow in her medium-long blonde hair. She had a pretty, but scornful face.
Marge had long ago stopped being afraid of anything. She was not afraid of the school, and the year there that lay before her. She was not afraid of her parents, who were unable to control her, and who tried almost everything before finally giving up and sending her to a boarding school.
But Marge had run away, and gone to live on her own in the city. When she was caught for shoplifting, she was almost starving to death.
Her parents had pressed charges, declaring her a runaway and an incorrigible child, and had released claim to her. Once again Marge was not afraid, even as the court told her she would have to go to reform school, or else try the special program at Sargeant. The other girls in the detention center had warned her about Sargeant, but she was not afraid. Almost as a dare she had decided to go there instead of jail.
Like all the girls there, she knew she had only to last a year at the school and she would be free. The courts had decided that any girl who could successfully complete one year at Sargeant was fully "reformed."
She had made friends with another blonde girl, Olga, in the detention center, and now Olga was sitting next to her in the van. Olga was not the same kind of girl as Marge. While Marge was brazen and brave, Olga was afraid of everyone, and trusted no one.
Olga was also a runaway. But while Marge had been led by her curiosity and unwillingness to conform, Olga had literally been chased from her home.
Her father was a war veteran who had become addicted to heroin, and her mother had turned to prostitution to support his habit. Olga was unwanted, and always in the way.
When she was old enough to think she could survive on her own, she ran away. She knew they would not miss her, and they didn't. Her parents did not put out an alert for her for fear she would be returned.
However, Olga had found herself in the city, surrounded by drugs and prostitution, in short, the things she had run away from. She feared she would fall into the same kind of life as her parents, and therefore turned herself in.
Since she was willing to submit on her own, the courts decided she would be good material for the experimental program at Sargeant. She had been sent from the detention center with Marge.
Another girl in the van, Chris, did not know either of the two runaways. She had come from another detention center, where actual criminals were kept. Chris had been charged and convicted of a number of small crimes, mainly stealing and shoplifting, as well as truancy, assault, and possession of drugs.
No one would have guessed that if they had looked at her. She was pert, and cute, with short blonde hair and a stubby, but shapely body. She could put on such a look of innocence that she had fooled many a person, but if angered she would fly into fits of rage.
Chris thought that she could get away with anything. Why work, when she could steal? Why submit, when she could strike back and triumph? She was sure she could do anything if no one got in her way. But she had been caught too many times, and her parents had at last given up and permitted her to be sent to the school.
In fact, all of the girls that went to Sargeant were there with their parents' permission. That was one of the rules of the school. It was much like the drug rehabilitation programs, in which a convicted addict may enroll in place of serving his jail sentence.
These girls could all have been sent away to jail, but the courts had selected them for Sargeant. Their parents were told a little about the school, and asked if they would like their daughters to be sent there. Of course, any parent would prefer a school to a jail for their children, and would eagerly agree to Sargeant.
The girls had little or no choice. They knew little about the school, but figured they had been given a break. Anything was better than jail, they learned at the detention center. Once again, they figured they had been given a break, and were going to take advantage of it and live an easy, free year.
The other girl in the van was very quiet. In fact, she had not spoken once since the doors had been shut. Marge and Olga had seen that she was a blonde, with medium length shaggy hair and a very fine body, but could not get her into the conversation.
Actually the girl, Terry, was not a bad girl, or even a runaway. She had been taken off the streets for what the court calls "promiscuity." It seems she had first experienced sex at age eleven, and had enjoyed it. She learned that she could not have children before a minor operation was performed, and therefore decided to enjoy herself.
She had done just that. It was said in her neighborhood that there was no boy who did not fuck her. She loved it, and they loved her. She had become quite good in bed, or in the car, or in the woods, or whatever.
Her parents had been humiliated by their daughter's loose behavior, and had brought her to the courts for help. After a few warnings, after which Terry immediately returned to her usual habits, the court had decided, with the parents' consent, that she should be sent away for help before it was too late.
Terry could never understand why she was being punished. As far as she could see the only reason to limit the sex life of anyone was to prevent children. But she could have no children. She thought she had been unjustly treated. But Terry was such a quiet girl she could not speak up in her own defense. Even now in the van she was silent, listening to the conversation of Olga, Marge, and Chris.
"I heard it wasn't so bad," said Marge.
"I heard different," said Olga. "I heard it was worse than jail."
"But it's only for a year," said Chris.
"I wouldn't want to hang for a year," replied Marge.
"What the hell?" said Olga. "How bad can it be? We can stick together and manage well."
"I heard there's only a few girls there," said Chris.
"That's right," said Marge. "Less than twenty."
"Sounds really great," said Olga. "It's so good to be out of that detention center."
"My mother told me about this place," said Chris. "She said it was a school of discipline. It teaches you to behave and to obey superiors. But I understand it's very hard if you step out of line."
"I've always managed to step out of line without anyone really noticing," said Olga. "I think I can manage here too."
"We should be there soon," said Chris.
A few times the girls tried to engage the quiet girl, Terry, in conversation, but she would not speak. Marge assumed she was too terrified.
"I wouldn't be so scared if I was you," she said. "They won't hurt you."
"I heard they beat the girls there, and I heard the head dean is a lesbian," said Olga. "But that's better than all those lesbians at the detention center, I guess."
At last the van stopped. They had arrived. They waited for the back door to open, so that they could catch their first glimpse of the school.
As the back door bolt was unlocked and the door swung open, the girls stared out in horror at the front door of the school building. There, right next to the steps, was a nude blonde girl tied up in a rose bush. Blood trickled down her naked body, and she appeared to be unconscious. She was hopelessly entangled in the bush.
"Welcome to Sargeant," laughed the driver, holding open the back door.
The girls stepped timidly out of the van, their one suitcase in hand. For the first time Marge could see the dress of her friends well. She noticed that Olga was wearing a sweater, a sort of jersey-type knit. Chris had on a dress. Terry wore a blouse that barely covered her breasts, and tight hip-hugger pants.
"This way, girls, come on, let's go," said the driver. "Mr. Sawyer is expecting you."
"That's him," said Olga. "I heard someone mention his name. He's the director here, and his wife's the dean. They run the whole school."
"After you get in that door, you better shut up," warned the driver. "Or you'll be out here like her."
The girls looked one last time at the girl in the rose bush as they walked up the stairs. They wondered how the girl could be left nude like that, outdoors.
Actually, there was no reason to worry. The school was very isolated. A high wall ran around the buildings. Inside the walls it was much like any other school, but of course the girls could not leave the grounds. The wall was quite high.
The only man around was Mr. Sawyer, the Director. He had ample opportunity to see the girls in their nudity, and certainly would take no special note of the nude girl in the rose bush.
The school was situated high on a hill in a wooded country of an Eastern mountain range. It could be reached only by one road. All supplies were trucked in, and visitors were not allowed.
The school was run by the Sawyers, husband and wife. They were indeed strange people. They had to live in the isolation of the school, and did not receive much money for their work, but they were able to enjoy certain advantages in their work.
For one, Mrs. Sawyer enjoyed sex with both man and woman. She had her husband, and the girls, to make love with. There were always enough girls willing to have sex with her.
Her husband enjoyed making love to the girls too. And both husband and wife liked to punish the girls. They enjoyed the brutality they were free to practice in their roles as Director and Dean of the school.
It was the husband's job to discipline the students and to manage the affairs of the school. The wife taught school. They had only one other helper, a deaf and dumb maid, who was rarely seen except in the kitchen during meal times.
As the four girls stepped into the lobby, their bags were taken by the maid. Mrs. Sawyer stood watching them as they shuffled into the lobby, her hands on her hips.
Mrs. Sawyer was a fairly attractive woman with blonde hair tied in a bun in back. She was thin and tall, but the girls immediately noticed that she had one of the largest pair of tits they had ever seen on a woman her size. She had a cold, calculating, brutal look on her face as she glared at them.
"Come this way," she barked, after their bags had been taken.
The girls looked around as they followed her into a room. The woman slammed the door shut behind them and stood before them, hands still on her hips.
The girls began to look around the small, unfurnished room. The woman told them to face forward. She was about to give her welcoming speech.
"Face front," she barked. "Stand at attention. That's the first thing you learn here. When I tell you to stand at attention you face front and keep your hands at your side. Don't dare look around. Eyes on me."
The girl stood as told, facing the woman, their hands on their side. The woman's loud forceful voice frightened even the hardest of them.
The woman looked over the four girls. Marge and Olga were on the end, with Chris and Terry in the middle. She walked along in front of the line like a drill sergeant inspecting his troops.
"You'll learn discipline here," she said, "and you'll learn it well, and fast. We will not hesitate to punish you severely if you step out of line. Here, at the school we believe that physical punishment is the only way to get through to you. Therefore you will be beaten or whipped if you step out of line, and I mean that.
"You may have seen that girl in the rose bush outside. She dared to oversleep and miss part of class this morning. But her punishment is light compared to what you will have to endure if you do not follow discipline."
The girls were still facing front, not daring even to look around the room any longer.
"I'll explain your activities here at the school," the woman continued. "You will arise promptly, and I mean promptly, at seven, file down to breakfast, eat in silence, and then go to class. I am your only teacher. You will do the work and remain silent for the entire class. Failure to do the work, or to do it well, will result in punishment of an unusual type.
"At lunch you will be permitted to speak. After lunch, you'll go back to class and remain silent again. Then you must go to your room for homework, then eat dinner.
"After dinner, which ends at eight, you are free for one hour in the lounge. Failure to obey the rules in the lounge will result in loss of free-time privileges, and punishment.
"You will go to bed in total silence at nine. Any talking in the room will be punished. We have only one dorm for all the girls, and no conversing is allowed. Any lesbian activity in secret will be severely punished.
"You will follow this schedule seven days a week, for the entire year. Are they any questions?"
Marge was beginning to wonder if jail might not have been better. She had already decided, though, to remain firm and not let herself get pushed around at the school.
The woman walked around the four standing girls, looking them over from head to foot. Chris glanced back and saw her looking at Terry, and took the opportunity to whisper to Marge.
"Wow, what a bitch," she muttered.
"What was that?" screamed the woman. "What did you say?"
She stood right in front of Chris, nose to nose.
"What did you tell her?"
"Nothing, Mrs. Sawyer," Chris stammered.
"You will address me as Madam," the woman screamed. "Never use my name. Now, what did you say?"
"Nothing at all, Madam," Chris whimpered.
"I can see you're a smart one. Maybe it's for the best. Now the rest of you can see what happens to those who fool around here at Sargeant."
She grabbed Chris by the ear and pulled her forward out of the line.
"You'll come with me to see the Director," Mrs. Sawyer said. "The rest of you will go with the maid to the dorm, where you will be given your places."
Chris was trembling, realizing she would be separated from her friends.
"You will come with me, you nasty little thing," the woman said to Chris. "The rest of you, MARCH!"
Marge walked in a line with Terry and Olga, out of the room and down the hall, following the maid. She led the girls up the stairs to a large dorm room, with beds and dressers scattered around.
The maid pointed to a bed for each of them, and Marge sat down in hers. It was in a corner, but Olga's bed was not far away. Terry was placed far away in another corner, and Marge saw Chris' bags on a bed in the middle. The other girls were not in the room, but their beds were made neatly and their belongings were neatly packed away in their dressers.
Marge wanted to meet the other girls. She knew that only then she would be able to find out just what the school was like.
She had heard rules laid down in other places, and knew they were often broken. The rules Mrs. Sawyer had laid down were very severe, and Marge hoped she would find they too were not strictly enforced. However, she feared the contrary.
She started to talk with Olga, but the maid waved her hands and pointed to a sign on the wall. The sign had one word printed on it, "SILENCE!" The maid glared at them and left the room, and Marge was afraid to speak. She was wondering what was happening to Chris.
The director, Mr. Sawyer, was a thin good-looking man with a thin black mustache and slick black hair. He was as strong as an ox, despite his thin frame. He had a voice that could send any of the girls into fits of terror when he bellowed in rage.
He was waiting for his wife to come up to his office. He knew she always brought one of the new arrivals to him after the welcoming speech. It was a good lesson to the others to see one of their number punished, and the man especially liked to torment a newcomer before she had seen just what went on at Sargeant.
Chris tried to act unafraid as she was brought into the man's office by the Dean. He sat behind his desk, in shirt and tie, and smiled as the girl was brought in. His smile made her feel better, but his face quickly turned to stone when his wife informed him of her offense.
"This girl has been here only few minutes and already she was caught whispering," said the Dean. "I believe she needs a lesson."
The man stood up and inspected the girl. She was not as good-looking as he had hoped.
Mrs. Sawyer sat in a chair on the side as the man spoke to Chris.
"How dare you!" he screamed. "You'll learn the meaning of discipline here. When you're told to do something, you'll do it immediately and without question."
Chris stared at his black eyes, buried deep in their sockets. The man's mustache quivered with rage.
"Are you aware of the punishment we inflict here?" he asked.
"No, I'm not," Chris replied.
"Liar," said the dean. "You were just told about it in the room downstairs. Tell him what I told you."
"I don't remember exactly," stammered Chris.
"You weren't listening," said the man. "I can see you need a lot of work, and you'll get it here, I can assure you of that."
"I remember," said Chris, trying to impress them, "I was told we would get physical punishment."
"Very good," said the man. "And do you know what that means?"
"I think so," Chris replied.
"Well we'll show you exactly what it means," said the man.
"Come here," said the Dean.
Chris walked over to the woman, who was still sitting in the chair. The woman grabbed her hands and pulled her forward, so that she was bent over, her feet straight and her body twisted. Her head was almost in the woman's lap.
The man walked up behind her and pulled up her skirt. Chris screamed.
"Shut up," said the Dean. "You will learn to submit to whatever punishment we deem fit for you."
Chris was beginning to tremble, and tears of fear welled up in her eyes. The man grabbed her panties and pulled them down to her knees. She howled again.
"I said shut up," the woman repeated.
The man inspected the blonde girl's ass. It was round and white, quite firm. The thin crack was spread by the angle of her body.
"Such an unblemished ass is rare here at the school," said the man. "Didn't they beat you at the detention center?"
Chris was too frightened to speak. She was very embarrassed, with her ass exposed to the man and her skirt hanging over her chest.
The woman pulled up her own skirt so that her panties, black lace, were visible to Chris.
"Put your head down here," said the Dean.
Chris hesitated. She could smell the odor of the woman's crotch even from a few feet away.
The man pushed her head down right into his wife's crotch. Chris screamed at the top of her lungs as her lips came down on the woman's black panties.
The man grabbed a metal ruler and reeled back to strike her ass. Chris' head was held tight in the woman's lap, and she did not see the ruler.
The Director slammed the ruler into her buttocks, and Chris screamed in pain and terror as bolts of pain shot through her ass. The ruler stung, the metal being cold and hard. Even after the man had pulled back she could still feel the sting.
The man struck again, then a third time. The Dean laughed as Chris began to sob and beg for mercy.
"Please, I'll be good," she cried. "Don't beat me."
"That's more like it," said the woman. "You'll learn how to get along here."
Chris was more embarrassed than hurt. She felt the man's eyes on her ass. Then she felt the ruler on her ass again.
She howled and broke down crying. Only after the tears were streaming down her cheeks would the woman release her arms and allow her to stand up.
"Get back to the dorm," said the man. "If I have to deal with you again, you'll find out just how minor this punishment was."
"I'll be good," Chris cried. "I promise."
"I don't want to see you talking with those new girls," said the Dean. "Stay away from them, do you hear?"
"Yes," said Chris, still trembling. She was hurt to hear that she had to forget about her only friends at the school. But the Sawyers made sure they split up all friendships whenever possible.
Marge and Olga did not get to see Chris again until lunch. They sat in their room until time to go to the dining room for lunch. There they saw Chris, but she did not look back at them. They were led to their seats, separate from Chris. It was the first time they had a chance to look at the rest of the girls.
The dining room was small, and the girls were lined up at two tables, with the Dean and Director at another small table in the front.
Marge looked at the other girls, who were just as curious to see the new arrivals. Many of the girls were blonde, a few were young, some quite older than Marge and Olga, who were still under eighteen. One of the girls smiled at Marge as she sat at her place.
A well-shaped blonde girl with braids was sitting next to Marge. Since she was on the end of the table, Marge could only speak with her. The girls were not allowed to talk loudly.
"I'm Janet," smiled the girl. "You just got here this morning, didn't you?"
"Yes, me and three other girls," said Marge.
"What did you do?" asked Janet.
"Runaway," replied Marge. "How about you?"
"Lesbian," said Janet.
Marge looked away and stared at the thick soup in front of her that was their lunch. It was thick green soup, with a small piece of black bread floating in the center.
"How is the food?" asked Marge.
"Better than jail, but not much," said Janet.
"How is it here?" asked Marge. "Is it really that bad?"
"You'll find out," said Janet. "You can't get away with anything here. You have to watch yourself, because if you get caught they'll really let you have it."
The Dean finished her meal first and started to walk around the tables. The girls all were quiet when she walked past, and Marge could not talk to Janet as much as she wanted to.
She did manage to find out a little more about the school before they were led out of the dining room. Janet told her that the Sawyers were cruel and enjoyed punishing the girls. They had to be careful not to give them any opportunity to punish.
They also had to submit to whatever cruel sexual torment the Dean or her husband could think of. Worst of all, said Janet, the other girls were encouraged to rat on their friends. They were rewarded for their diligence, and some of the girls that had been around for awhile were beginning to enjoy tormenting their friends.
Janet said that a girl might be your friend one minute, but if she got the chance to rat you out or punish you herself, she would. After that she would be your friend again. Marge was beginning to have doubts about the school.
That afternoon she got a chance to see just how far the other girls were willing to go in punishing one another. Marge was told she and the other new arrivals had to go to class that afternoon.
All the girls were in the same class. It was held in a regular-looking classroom. There were blackboards and chalk, and a desk for the teacher. In one corner was a closet with a sign on the door. "Forbidden to Open."
As they walked down the hall, Marge took the opportunity to talk with Janet. The girl kept looking around to be sure they were not being watched before she would talk with Marge.
Marge learned about some of the other girls. There were, as Janet called them, the "pets," the special favorites of the Dean who were given a break once in a while in return for special services. They were mostly younger girls.
Janet said that the leader of the girls was a blonde girl named Gloria. She was older than the rest, and had been at the school for almost a full year. It was she who told the rest of the girls what to do, and how to best outwit the Dean and Director. She was the one that was plotting the massive revenge Janet said was brewing in the school.
Marge liked that idea. She would have loved to get back at the Dean, even though she hardly knew her yet. But she had seen enough to know that she would easily hate her, and that the Dean would certainly hate her. It seemed to Marge that everyone in her life hated her. She longed for some kind of revenge.
But Janet assured her the attempt was doomed. She said she would go along, but really didn't have any hopes of succeeding in any attempt to get back at the Sawyers.
Marge sat in the desk she was led to in the class. Olga sat nearby. Marge was proud and pleased to find Chris sitting next to her, and wanted to find out what had happened when the Dean had taken her away.
The Dean walked into the class and put her books on the desk. She glared at the class to make sure they were silent and that their heads were pointing forward, eyes on her at all times.
Marge tried to catch Chris' attention with her eyes, but the girl stared straight ahead as if in shock. Marge sat in her seat without leaning over, since the eyes of the Dean were already on her.
Olga was on the other side of Chris. She too was trying to catch her eye. But Chris stared straight ahead at the Dean, and the two girls, Marge and Olga, found themselves looking at one another.
The Dean began the lesson by writing a few words on the blackboard. She stood next to the board and pointed with a stick at one of the words: "Obedience."
"What does this say?" she asked. "You, what does it say?"
The girl she had pointed to, a thin blonde girl, stood up right away.
"Obedience," she said.
"Good, Marilyn," said the Dean. "Now, what does it mean?"
"It means to obey promptly and without question every command of my Dean and my Director."
"I see you have your definitions memorized," said the Dean. "How about this one?"
She pointed at the second word:
"Discipline," said Marilyn.
"And what does that mean?"
"That means I can expect to be disciplined for any infraction of obedience."
"And this one?" asked the Dean, pointing to a third word.
"Punishment," said the blonde girl. "That means I can expect my discipline to be in the form of severe physical punishment whenever I disobey."
"Good," said the Dean. "You may sit down. That was a short demonstration of our lessons, and I hope the new arrivals were paying attention. You, stand up."
Marge was stunned. The woman was pointing at her. She stood up immediately.
"What does discipline mean?" asked the Dean.
"I don't remember," said Marge. "I think it means to obey."
"You weren't paying attention," said the woman, marching down the aisle and standing right in front of the girl.
"Put your hand out."
Several times the girl was struck with the pointer. By the time she sat down again she was almost crying in pain, and her hand stung from the blows.
"Now we'll meet the rest of the newcomers," said the woman, returning to her desk. "You, stand up."
Chris stood up, her lips trembling. Marge wondered why she was so terrified already.
"What are you doing here?" asked the woman.
Chris tried to speak, but was too embarrassed.
"I know just why each of you are here," said Mrs. Sawyer. "If you dare to lie or hold anything back you'll regret it."
"I stole and took things from stores," said Chris.
"What else?"
"I was caught with drugs," said Chris, "and got into fights with other girls."
"Didn't you beat up a girl back home?" asked the woman.
"Yes, I did," said the girl.
"Why? Tell us."
"Because she said I was a whore," said Chris, starting to sob.
"And were you?" asked the Dean.
"No, I wasn't," said Chris.
"You fucking lie!" said the Dean, starting to walk towards Chris, swinging her pointer.
"I was," screamed Chris, breaking down completely and bawling loudly. "I was a tramp, she was right, and I beat her up for it."
"Would you beat any of the girls up here for calling you a whore?" asked the woman.
"No, I swear it," cried Chris.
"You better now," said the woman. "Class, what is this girl?"
"A whore," they all shouted out.
"Sit down," laughed the woman. "And don't lie to me again."
Olga was dying to know what had happened to Chris that made her so frightened. She decided to talk to the girl at the first opportunity.
"How about you," shouted Mrs. Sawyer, staring at Terry. "Stand up."
The timid blonde girl got to her feet. Olga could see she was already trembling.
"Why are you here?" asked the woman.
"Please don't make me say it," begged Terry.
"I'll give you one more chance," said the woman, "since you're new here. In the future failure to obey promptly will mean severe punishment. Now, why are you here?"
The girl had to struggle to speak. The words came out slowly and mumbled.
"I was a tramp," said Terry, head bowed.
"That's putting it lightly," laughed the woman. "Tell us about it."
Terry started to cry.
"I couldn't help it, I went with all the boys," she sobbed.
"Isn't it true that you fucked for every Tom, Dick, and Harry that came your way?" said the woman. "Didn't you spread your legs for anything with a cock?"
"Yes, yes," howled the girl.
"Sit down, you whore bitch," said the woman with venom. "If I see you fooling around here with any of the girls I'll slice your tits off."
The girl sat down and stared ahead as if she took the woman's words literally. The way things had been going, she could have meant it. Tears ran down her face, and she was too frightened to wipe them.
"I'll be right back," said the woman. "I don't want to hear one peep from this room."
The woman walked out the door, and Marge was surprised to find that none of the girls would even look around. Boy, they really are scared, thought the girl.
She looked over at Olga, who was trying to catch Chris' eye. She finally reached out and tapped her shoulder.
"Hey, what happened?" Olga asked.
Chris stared ahead without flinching.
"What's the matter?" asked Olga. "Can't you talk?"
"It was terrible," Chris snapped.
"What did they do?" asked Olga. "Is it really that bad?"
"That man is horrible," said Chris. "Don't fool around, they mean business. You might get raped."
Olga started to laugh. No man could rape her, she thought as she fingered herself with her thumb. She started to laugh, but just as she started to laugh and turned her head, she saw the woman marching back in the room. She was caught.
"Come here," screamed the woman. "How dare you! And a new arrival. Well, you'll learn your lesson right now."
Olga was flush white with fear as she walked to the front of the room. She stood at attention in front of the woman.
Mrs. Sawyer lashed out and slapped her face twice, once on each cheek. The girl turned red in shame. The woman went to the closet and opened the forbidden door.
Olga winced in terror as the woman pulled out the dunce chair. But it was not the usual type of dunce chair. The seat was shaped in a point, and there was no way Olga could see that she could sit on it without hurting herself.
The woman also brought out a piece of rope and a small sign that read "Dunce."
"Take off your clothes," she snapped.
Olga thought she had been hearing things.
"I said take off your clothes, I haven't got all day."
"Are you serious?" asked Olga.
The woman's face flushed with rage and her lips quivered. Olga began undressing immediately.
She opened the blouse and took off her pants. Her bare white thigh, still unmarked, caught the eye of a number of the girls. Her tits, exposed as she opened her blouse, were large and ripe, with full pink nipples.
The woman pulled the chair to the door and dragged Olga over. She made her straddle the chair, one leg on each side.
"Sit down," said the Dean.
Olga could not believe that she would be made to sit on the chair. The point was sharp, and she would be cut.
The woman got tired of waiting and pushed her down. As soon as Olga felt the point slipping into her cunt, she bolted up.
"How dare you," said the woman. "Put your hand behind your back."
The Dean tied Olga's hands behind her back, leaving the front of her blouse open. Olga wanted to cry in shame as her tits were exposed to the whole class. They quivered like loose baby fat as she sobbed.
The woman tied her legs and feet to the sides of the chair by means of a leather strap. Now when she pushed Olga down to the point, she could not get up again.
The blonde girl howled in pain and fear as she felt the long edge of the chair slipping into her bush and spreading the lips of her cunt. Her panties were pushed into the slit of her snatch, and her ass was also sliced by the metal.
The woman put the sign around her neck and stood back to inspect her work.
"How does that feel?" she asked. "Around here that's about the only thing you'll get in your cunt."
Olga began crying. It was so painful sitting on the edge, and so embarrassing to see the faces of the other girls staring at her. It seemed they were mocking her. She wished her blouse could be closed to hide her quivering tits.
Tears ran down her face, and the woman was pleased she had punished her well enough. She returned to her lesson, and ordered the class to face front.
"As you can read in the sign," said the woman, "talking will be punished in the dunce stool. If that doesn't stop you, we can think of something even better."
After her first experience on the dunce stool, Olga couldn't imagine herself ever talking in class again. Now she thought she understood why Chris was being so quiet.
The girls were told to read through their lessons for the day. They were studying the Inquisition, and their books were full of pictures of the torture devices employed then. Mrs. Sawyer had selected the book herself.
She walked behind Gloria, an older, blonde girl with tight braids. The girl kept her head buried in the book as the woman passed by.
"Gloria, stand up," said the woman, as if she were just looking for something to amuse her. The girl stood up.
"Yes, Madam," she sneered.
"I hear from one of my informers that you've been talking about trouble again. Besides, you know you're not to speak in the dorm at night."
"I wasn't speaking in the dorm," said the girl. "Madam," she added.
"You never learn," said the woman. "I suppose you want to take another trip down the Director's office?"
"No, ma'am," the girl replied.
"You won't forget what happens down there, will you?"
"I won't forget what I did with your husband," said the girl, emphasizing the last word as if in mockery.
"You know if you get me mad enough I'll make you wish you weren't so smart."
"Yes Madam," the girl replied politely.
The woman glared at her for a few seconds and then walked away. Marge was pleased to see that one of the girls at least had the nerve not to cower to the Dean. Gloria had been quite snide, in fact. Marge decided to talk with her as soon as possible. She remembered Janet told her it was Gloria that was to lead any revolt in the school.
The class ended as the class recited the three definitions aloud and together.
"You may go, after paying your respects to the dunce," said the Dean.
The girls got up and started to file past. Marge was shocked to see that the girls all jabbed Olga's tits with rulers and pencils as they passed, staring at her in scorn. They were surely trained well, though Marge, but I'll never come to that.
Tears ran down Olga's face as the girls passed her and stabbed at her with their rulers. She turned away as one blonde girl stabbed her painfully in the tit, pushing up the soft mound and driving the end of the wooden ruler into her flesh.
Marge passed by without stabbing at Olga, as did Terry and Chris. When the room was empty the woman walked over to the dunce stool.
"You see how anxious all the girls are to assist me," said the Dean. "Of course, they don't have a choice. Your friends, those new girls, were foolish enough to spare you. That will only count against them in the end, you know."
"When are you going to let me off this stool?" cried Olga. "It hurts so much."
"I think you can stand it for a few more hours," said the Dean.
"Oh, no," sobbed Olga.
"Yes, I'll untie you before bedtime, but you'll have to miss dinner. Bye," said the woman, leaving the room and slamming the door.
Olga broke down into loud deep sobs. The chair hurt her so much, and the straps were making her legs fall asleep. She could not even move in the stool, and she feared her ass or cunt would start to bleed.
On top of everything, she was hungry, and now would have to wait until morning to eat. Her chest was exposed, and she was starting to get cold.
She believed that the woman would not break her word. She was indeed to sit on the stool for another few hours. The woman did not seem the type to make idle threats.
The tears still ran down her face. How did I ever get into such a place? She wept. Even home was better than this.
CHAPTER TWO
Marge at first could not believe that Olga had been so punished and humiliated. This certainly was going to be worse than jail. The worst thing she could think of, however, was that it would last for a year. There was no way out.
She had learned early that no mail was permitted at the school. She could not tell anyone outside what was going on there. She had a whole year to endure, and even then she could still be held elsewhere, for the girls had to get a satisfactory recommendation from the school if they were to go free. If they did not, they were still liable to go to jail.
Marge found the dinner period to be as dismal as class. The Dean and Director ate during the girls' free hour, and were present in the dining room to pace around the girls while they ate. Even though they were permitted to speak, they could hardly, Marge could see, exchange more than short, insignificant comments. In fact, the only words Marge had said to Janet were, "Pass me the butter, please."
During the hour Marge had to sit at her desk in the study hall. She hated to study. It seemed ironic to her that she had run away from home because she had always been made to do things she didn't like, like study and go to school, and here she was doing the same thing. She had accomplished nothing.
She kept her face in the book, but her mind was elsewhere. She wondered where Olga was. She felt that Olga was her only friend at the school, now that Chris would not speak to her. Janet was a friend, but she was a lesbian, and Marge wanted to keep away from her. Not that Marge had never fooled around with another girls, but she just didn't want to get into trouble.
When Olga didn't show up at either study or dinner, Marge started to worry. Perhaps they had taken her away and done something to her, like they had done to Chris. Marge turned her head every time the door opened, but Olga did not appear.
After dinner the girls were brought to the lounge for what was called a "free" hour. There were a few chairs and a few lounge couches, but no TV or radio and nothing to do but play chess. She knew it would be a good opportunity to talk to the other girls, but even there the Dean was always present. Once or twice, when she left for a moment, the girls broke into chatter, but the conversation slowed when the Dean returned.
Marge was very worried by the time the period was half over. She wanted to look for Olga. She was permitted to go back and forth between her room and the lounge, and walked the hall a few times just to pass the time.
Once when she returned to the room she found it empty except for one thin blonde girl, Betty. She was unattractive, and her mouth was shaped as if pouting. She wore her hair in a tight pony-tail, and her body was unshapely and thin.
Marge wanted to ask her about Olga. Perhaps she knew what was done to girls like Olga who were kept after class.
"Hi," Marge said, as the girl sat quietly on her bed. "Do you remember that girl who was put in the dunce chair today?"
"Yeah," replied the girl, "I remember."
"Do you know what happened to her?"
"That's not for me to know, it's none of my business," replied the girl.
"But what usually happens to them?" asked Marge.
"I don't know," snapped Betty. "I don't meddle around here and I wouldn't suggest it."
"But I'm just asking a question," said Marge.
"I can't say anything," said Betty.
"Why aren't you in the lounge?"
"I'm afraid of the Dean," replied Betty. "After you've been here awhile you will be too."
"Thanks a lot," said Marge, leaving the room.
She thought that Betty had been particularly snotty to her. She couldn't understand why all the girls at the school were so nasty to one another. Maybe she was lucky getting to sit next to Janet after all. She at least will talk to her.
Marge saw the clock in the hall. It read almost nine o'clock. There was just time enough to walk the hall to the lounge once more before bedtime.
Marge hated the idea of going to bed at nine. Especially since the girls could not speak to one another. She was anxious to see, though, just how well that rule was enforced. Marge was used to having a lot of fun before bed, as she had done in the detention center.
The Dean was not in the lounge. But either was Olga. Perhaps they had done something to her, she feared. But where could she look?
She could even be in the dunce chair, thought Marge. She decided to take a look, for the classroom was at the far end of the hall.
She knew she was forbidden to pass the dorm room. At that hour she was limited to the room, the lounge, and the hall between. She was told that an infraction of ground rules would mean severe punishment, but she decided to risk it anyway.
She was used to getting away with a lot. She was sly, and careful. She believed there was little chance of her getting nabbed.
In fact, there wouldn't have been, had not the Dean decided to release Olga at ten minutes to nine. As Marge walked down the hall and reached the classroom, it was a quarter to nine.
Sure enough, Marge saw Olga still sitting on the dunce stool when she opened the door. She almost broke down crying when she saw Olga's state.
"Olga, are you all right?" she said as she ran in.
"Oh, get me out of here," said Olga. "I can't stand it another minute. It hurts."
"I'll untie you," said Marge.
"But then they'll know someone was here, and they might torture me until I tell," said Olga. "I would hate to get you in trouble."
"Don't worry about me," said Marge.
"But they mean what they say," replied Olga. "Believe me, they'll really hurt you if they find out."
"But they won't know," said Marge.
"What if they torture me?" said Olga. "I can't stand any more pain."
She broke down crying. Marge felt she had to help her out.
"You better watch out," sobbed Olga. "They might come here to untie me and you'll be caught."
"So what," said Marge. "I'm not afraid of them. I've been through a lot of shit already, and I'm sure a little more won't hurt. Let them come."
"Okay, I'm here," boomed a voice behind Marge. She whirled around, her heart in her mouth, and saw the Dean standing in the doorway, lips quivering in rage.
"How dare you come here," she said. "You know you're forbidden."
"I was just checking up on her," whimpered Marge.
"You're lying," said the woman. "I heard everything. You were going to release her. That would have been a very bad mistake on your part."
Marge was trembling. She didn't know just what the woman would do to her.
The Dean untied Olga and the blonde girl stood up and stretched. Her whole body ached and she was very hungry.
"Can't I eat anything?" she asked.
"Get to bed, you're lucky I didn't keep you all night in here," said the woman.
"Can I go too?" asked Marge.
The Dean broke into laughter.
"Not so fast," she said. "I've got plans for you."
"Please, I'm tired," said Marge.
"Shut up and stop whimpering," said the Dean. "You were caught and you must be punished. That's the meaning of discipline, or did you forget the definition already?"
Marge was beginning to fear the woman. She realized that this woman would do just what she pleased, and there was nothing Marge could do to stop her.
"Come with me," said the Dean. "Let's see what Mr. Sawyer has to say about this."
They found the man in the lounge chasing the girls into bed. The maid brought them to their room and made sure they got into bed.
The man was just sitting down on one of the couches when the Dean brought Marge in. She slammed the door loudly behind her, and a knot of fear rose in Marge's throat.
"I caught her in the classroom trying to untie the girl I punished this afternoon," said the Dean.
The man looked at Marge. His dark eyes traveled over her body and then settled on her eyes.
"You're new here, aren't you?" he said.
"Yes, I got here today," said the girl, surprised that the man was so calm.
"It's a shame that you'll have to learn the hard way," he said. "But that's the only way girls learn anything. That's why you're here, isn't it? You weren't able to obey rules."
"I'm sorry, I won't do it again," said Marge.
The man fingered her, indicating that he wanted her to come to him. Marge stepped over, feeling more relaxed now that the man was taking the incident so lightly.
"You want to be good here, don't you?" he said.
"Yes, Sir," Marge replied.
The man stood up in front of her.
"Is it true that you were in the classroom?" he asked calmly.
"Yes Sir, but I won't do it again," she replied.
The man slapped her so fast and hard across the face that she broke into tears more from surprise than pain. "You filthy bitch," the man screamed. "We'll teach you to fool around here."
Marge was humiliated. She had been led to believe that the man was not going to punish her. Her face smarted from the blow.
"She needs a lesson," said the Dean.
"I can see that," replied the man, sitting back on the couch. "What's your name?"
"Marge," the girl cried.
"Sir!" screamed the man.
"Marge, Sir," said the girl.
"She certainly does need a lesson," said the man.
"She didn't remember her definitions today," said the Dean.
"We'll see if we can get her to see the light," said Mr. Sawyer, looking quickly over Marge's shapely body. "Take off your clothes." Marge was stunned. The man was serious. The Dean walked to the door and opened it.
"I have to check on the girls," said the woman.
After she left, Marge felt more relaxed. She would sooner have taken her clothes off in front of the man, for some reason, than in front of the woman, for she feared and hated the Dean a great deal already.
"I said take off your clothes," said the man, still sitting back on the couch.
Marge had no choice but to obey. She unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She wore no bra, and the man noticed her firm round tits quivering on her chest, tipped with large pink nipples.
"Very nice," he said.
She peeled off her tight slacks, and stood in front of him in her panties.
"Take them off too," he said.
"Please, Sir," she whimpered.
"I said take them off," he barked.
She peeled down her slacks and stood nude. Her bush was light and sparse, and her wet cunt lips were visible under the thin layer of hair.
"Yes, very nice," said the man. "Come here."
The man was wearing a tight shirt and slacks, and stood up as the nude girl walked to him. She tried to twist her legs to cover her bush, but there was no way to hide her nudity.
The man reached out and felt the pink nipples, then ran his hand through her light bush.
"Yes, very good," said the man. "We'll do just fine."
The girl was beginning to believe Chris and Olga. The man was not above doing anything to her.
"Take off my pants," the man said.
"Sir?" Marge exclaimed.
"I said take off my pants, and hurry up," screamed the man.
His sudden rage frightened Marge. She reached out and slipped his zipper down, then opened the snap and pulled the pants down to his knees. Then she pulled on the elastic band of his briefs and pulled them down to his knees as well.
She stepped back immediately in terror. Not only did the man have an erection, but the hard-on was one of the largest the girl had ever seen, and she had seen quite a few. It was stiff and thick, long and hot, and the cap was wide, red, and swollen. Thick veins were in-bedded in the long staff. His balls hung far down from his rod.
"What's the matter?" he laughed. "Don't tell me you never saw a cock before."
The girl was speechless. She started to tremble.
"Suck my cock," the man said.
"Oh, please," she screamed, "don't make me do it."
The man went to the closet on the side and opened the door. He pulled out a whip, with eight or nine leather strips dangling from a leather handle.
"You need to learn that you are to obey quickly and without question," he said. "Come here."
The man was standing next to the couch. The girl tried to walk to him, but she was frozen in fear.
The man swung the whip and caught her on the thighs. She felt the hot leather burning into her white flesh, and screamed loudly. The wound stung, and she saw the long deep red marks on her smooth flesh.
The man rose the whip as if to strike again.
"Now, I said suck my cock," he barked.
"But your wife may come back in here," Marge said.
"Don't worry about that," said the man. "Do as I say, and do it right now."
Marge didn't even want to look at the man's cock. He just wants a blow-job, she said to herself. He's already got a hard-on.
Marge decided she would do it, but slowly, so that they would be caught by the Dean. She wanted to see the woman's face when she caught her husband with her.
She knelt down at the man's feet and took his cock in her hand. He stared down, the whip still in hand. He saw her thin white fingers come around his cock and begin to stroke it.
The rod was hot and pulsing with blood as Marge gripped it and began stroking. His balls swung, yielding to the force of her strokes. She felt the blood pulsing through the veins and the head throbbing as she rubbed it.
"I said blow me," the man said.
She put her lips around his cock and held them tight around the wide head. The rod was almost too wide for her mouth.
He still stared, feeling the warmth of her wet lips around his throbbing member. He felt the tip enveloped in her wetness and her tongue licking out gently into the tiny piss-hole at the very tip.
She slowly went down the staff, immersing the shaft in her warmth and wetness. She could not help but lock around the cock as it slid in, for it filled her mouth and left no room for the tongue otherwise.
She rose to the top and licked slowly around the head, the tip of her tongue just catching the rim. The man was delighted, but wanted more.
This time, when Marge plunged again, going halfway down on the long rod, he pushed with his hips. She almost gagged.
"Further," he said, "or it's the whip."
She went down further on the staff, feeling the hot tip in her throat. She sucked hard on the root, fingering his balls and letting her hand slide along his hairy divide to his ass crack, up along the warm slit, around the tender flesh of his asshole, and back along the divide to his balls.
As she rose to the head again, she slid the finger along his balls and up along the seam of his rod. Then she plunged suddenly to the root of his cock, feeling the stiff rod bore into her mouth and down to the throat.
The man pumped slightly each time Marge plunged. He felt the warmth of her mouth surrounding his cock along the entire length, wetting it and leaving it pulsing even more. Her tongue was wet and almost ticklish as she licked around the imbedded staff, and then around the head as she rose to caress it.
Then he gasped in delight as she plunged again, right to the root quickly and evenly. His rod was throbbing madly and when she rose to the head he could see that she had left the staff wet and shiny with her saliva.
She plunged and this time lapped out at his balls, catching them with her tongue and wetting them as well. Then she rose again to the head, and licked around the rim once more.
Marge was beginning to fear that the man would shoot his load before the woman returned. She could already feel the cock pulsing more and beginning to tense up, the gism creeping along the staff as she sucked with her warm lips. She feared the man would empty an incredible load into her mouth, and make her swallow it.
She started to slow down, but the man noticed.
"Faster," he ordered. "Fast and even."
She started to rise and fall quickly now, licking around the head in a smooth motion before plunging down and lapping at his balls as she sucked on the thick root. His rod was swelling in her mouth, engorged with hot come.
Marge heard the door open behind her. At last! She took her mouth away from the cock and saw it pulsing madly, about to spurt but left hanging.
"How dare you stop," the man said.
"But your wife," she stammered.
The woman laughed, slamming the door again and walking over to the couple.
"You don't understand," said the woman. "We like to do things together, if you know what I mean. There's nothing like a little fun to keep two people in good spirits."
The woman began to undress. Marge screamed in fear when she realized that even the woman could not save her.
"What's the matter?" asked the Dean. "If his cock didn't scare you I certainly won't."
The woman pulled off her sweater and her tits swung furiously on her chest. She had the largest set of tits that Marge had ever seen. They were very wide and heavy, bobbing like toys in a disturbed bathtub. The nipples were incredibly large, like quarters, and the pink cap was as large as a silver dollar. The woman was proud of her tits.
"How do you like these?" she asked. "Forty-six D."
The girl was trembling as the woman took off her pants and revealed the densest, largest bush she had ever seen. It was black, and so thick that Marge could not even see her cunt lips. Her buttocks quivered madly, large and round.
"Oh, please leave me alone," cried Marge.
The woman went to the couch and lay down.
"You have a fine body yourself," she said. "Just like I prefer, shapely and fleshy."
The girl was still trembling as she saw the woman lay on her back on the couch and spread her legs. Even though her bush was split, her cunt was still buried in the dense forest of black hair.
"Get on me," she told Marge.
"Oh, no," she screamed. She had had enough experience in jail and homes to know she didn't really like to make love with another woman. And this woman she especially feared. She thought the woman would crush her if she ever mounted her.
The man slapped Marge's face suddenly, catching her by complete surprise. She was embarrassed, and the slap stung her cheeks. She screamed in shock.
"Do as she says," the man shouted, his cock still throbbing wildly.
"Oh, please, leave me alone, don't hurt me," wailed the girl.
Mr. Sawyer raised the whip again. Marge could still remember, could almost still feel, the sting of that lash. She climbed over the couch and straddled the woman.
The Dean pulled her down fast, her cunt thrusting up and slamming into Marge's. The girl felt the thick hair on her own bush and thighs, wet with the woman's sweat.
Marge felt the heat of the woman tits on her own. Their nipples were caressing, and the woman started to pump up with her hips, bouncing the girl's body around on top of her.
The woman reached behind her and fingered Marge's ass. She could feel her spread her cheeks and thrust a finger into her asshole.
The only thing Marge wanted to do was to finish. She decided to get it over with as quickly as possible. She began thrusting down on the woman's body, rubbing her cunt on hers.
"Oh, shit, that's it," moaned the Dean, closing her eyes and slamming her wide hips hard up at Marge's.
The woman pushed her head down on her breasts, and Marge took one of the huge nipples in her mouth and sucked. But then she felt the man pulling on her hair, and picked up her head to find his cock throbbing wildly right in front of her face.
She opened her mouth and the man slipped the cock in. She plunged only halfway before rising to the head, and the man swung the whip down, catching her hard on her bare ass, stinging her white round cheeks as the woman fingered her asshole.
Marge wanted to scream in pain, but the cock filled her mouth. She sucked hard and fast, plunging quickly from the wide head down to the root, sucking on the wide base and lapping at his balls before rising again. Once more she licked carefully around the head each time she rose.
The woman thrust her body hard up at Marge's, her tits bounding into the girl's each time. Marge could feel her cunt lips spread open and wet by the angle of her spread legs, and the woman's cunt lips were pressed against hers.
"That's it," moaned the woman, rubbing her lips up at the girls. Marge could feel the large throbbing clit of the woman caressing hers. The woman, it was obvious, was rising toward an orgasm.
Marge continued sucking on the cock as she felt it once again getting tense. She knew she would have to take his come. She shuddered to think what would happen to her if she pulled away at the last moment.
She licked around the head and plunged, bathing the cock at the warmth of her mouth. Her lips slipped easily along the staff, since it was by now quite wet with her saliva.
As she licked around the rim again, she felt the cock get stiff and tense up, fining with come. She plunged to the root again just as the first spurt of hit gism shot out into her warm mouth.
She sucked on the root as the man emptied his balls in her mouth. She felt the cock convulse once, then twice, then again and again as he shot a huge load.
The come spurted against the back of her mouth and down into her throat, hot and sticky. She had to swallow to catch her breath, as the man kept the cock in her mouth entirely and pumped in ever further as he felt his spurting rod bathed in her wetness.
She sucked until she felt the man could not possibly have any more gism, but still it convulsed and shot into her mouth. When at last the man's balls were empty, and his cock just starting to grow limp, she slipped her lips along the staff.
"Lick it clean," the man barked.
She had a tough time licking the cock, for the woman below her kept thrusting up and jolting her body. But she carefully swirled her tongue around the staff and then licked the head clean.
The woman was getting very hot as she held Marge's naked body tight and thrust her hips and cunt lips up at her spread crotch.
"Give it to her," the woman howled.
Marge suddenly felt the sting of the lash on her back. The man was whipping her. Again she felt the leather on her ass. She was held tight in the arms of the woman, and could not move. All she could do was scream, and scream she did, loud and shrieking.
"That's it," screamed the woman, "harder. Scream louder."
Marge realized that her screams of pain only excited the woman, but she could not help howling as the leather tip slashed across her ass and back painfully.
The woman held her tight and thrust her hips hard. The girl's face was buried in her tits, feeling her heavy breath heaving her chest and bouncing the girl up and down.
She felt the woman's wet cunt lips on her own as the whip still lashed across her naked flesh.
"Harder," the woman shouted in ecstasy, "whip her harder."
The man continued whipping Marge even as his wife entered her orgasm with a shriek and writhed under Marge's bouncing body. By the time the woman crested, the two women were both convulsing, one in pain and the other in delight.
Marge felt the woman's cunt pouring cream onto her own wet lips. She held on to Marge tight and screamed in her ear, as Marge could not help howling in pain and humiliation. The man whipped hard and often with the leather straps, grinning at her as his cock grew limp.
When the woman finished, she released Marge's body and lay back, exhausted. The man stopped beating her at last.
"Get up and get out," snapped the woman.
Marge jumped to her feet and grabbed her clothes.
"Don't get dressed," said the man. "Go back like that. All girls sleep in the nude here."
Marge did not ask questions. Her back and ass was aching with the stings of the lash. Her bush was wet with the Dean's cream and her mouth was sticky with the man's gism.
She turned once more to see the man standing with his hands on his hips, whip in hand, and the woman lying comfortably on the couch, legs spread, eyes closed in pleasure.
Marge ran from the room and down the hall to the dorm. She saw the maid sitting outside the room, to make sure no one misbehaved.
She found her bed and fell into it, tired and hurt. She wanted to cry but didn't want the other girls to hear her.
All of a sudden she saw one of the girls sneaking over to her, then two.
"Marge, it's me, Olga," said a voice in the darkness.
"The maid will hear you," warned Marge. She was already starting to fear everyone.
"It's all right," said another voice. "She's deaf."
The two nude girls sat on Marge's bed.
"Who is it?" asked Marge.
"It's Olga, and this is Gloria."
Marge could barely make out the silhouette of a tall girl with a braid in back of her head.
"What did they do to you?" asked Olga.
"It was terrible," said Marge. "They beat me and made me do all sort of things."
"What?" asked the other girl.
"I had to blow the man and make love with the Dean," replied Marge. "And they beat me with a whip all the while."
"This place is horrible," said Olga. "I don't know how I'm going to take it for a whole year."
"I've been here almost a year," said Gloria. "I still can't take it. We should do something."
"What can we do?" asked Marge.
"There's a lot of us and only two of them," said Gloria. "Maybe we can do something. I've been trying to arrange something for a long time now, but most of the girls are too scared."
"If we do it then they'll really put us in jail," said Olga.
"But anything's better than this place," said Gloria. "It's the only way you can get out. Would you help out?"
"I'd do anything to get out of here," said Marge.
"Me too," said Olga.
"Good, then I can count on you," said Gloria. "But I'm afraid you haven't seen anything yet."
There was a noise in the hall, and both girls sprang back to their beds. Marge waited for them to return, but heard nothing. They did not come back.
Marge was tired, and felt the only thing that would bring relief to her aching body would be sleep. She felt herself drifting off, and closed her eyes to the darkness. All around she could hear the breathing of the girls.
* * *
The next morning Marge awoke and found herself in the same situation. Somehow she thought it all might have been different. But it was just the same way, having to face the same abuse of the Dean all day long. And it was only her first whole day there.
The girls dressed in silence as the Director watched lustfully. By the time they got to the dining room, the Dean had already eaten and was able to walk around them as they ate. They were not permitted to speak during breakfast.
By the time they showed up in the classroom, Marge realized she had not spoken a word all day. Unless she was called on in class, she would not speak until lunch, when and if the Dean was not around.
She saw the Dean looking at her scornfully at breakfast. How she wanted to leap up and stab her with her knife, but Janet had told her that the Dean and Director were both very skilled in self-defense and could resist any attack. There was no hope.
In class the Dean made the girls begin the calls by going around and asking each of them to recite the three definitions, discipline, obedience, and punishment. Marge remembered her lesson, as did Chris and Olga, but Terry forgot the definition of punishment.
"You better think fast or you're going to get a good crack," said the Dean.
"I'm trying," said Terry, almost crying. "I think it means what we get for obedience, or I mean disobedience."
The woman strutted down the aisle at her, and Terry, who was already too afraid to think, started to whimper.
"Repeat after me," said the Dean. "Punishment is what you can expect for an infraction of obedience."
The girl trembled as she repeated the words.
"And what kind of punishment can you expect?" asked the woman.
"Physical punishment," replied Terry.
"Don't forget a definition again, or you'll regret it," said the Dean. "Stick out your hand."
Terry stuck her hand out, and the woman slammed it with the pointer. When she sat again she was in tears, gripping her aching knuckles.
The woman led them through the morning class, and Marge found herself getting drowsy. But she shuddered to think what would happen if she daydreamed and was caught. She surely would be, for the Dean stared at them all intently and could miss nothing.
Soon before lunch the Director came in and announced that today was a day of inspection. Marge saw the rest of the class groan, and wondered and feared what the inspection might mean.
"You'll go in one at a time," said the Dean. "When I call your name you'll come with me down the hall to the Director's office."
She went to the closet and fetched another whip, this one like the one the man had used the night before. There were leather straps and a short black leather handle.
"First, Betty," said the Dean.
Marge was glad to see Betty trembling in fear as she rose and walked up the aisle. That snotty bitch, Marge thought, let her get hers now. But she knew she would have her turn also.
Betty followed the Dean out of the room, her knees shaking in terror. Olga also wondered what the inspection could mean.
The Dean turned around before she left the room.
"One peep from this room and you'll all get whipped," she said.
Betty followed her slowly down the hall, to the office at the end. She wanted to beg the woman right there to be spared, but of course knew it would do her no good.
The Director was waiting when they stepped into the office.
"Ah, the first patient," he said when the Dean had slammed the door shut behind them.
"Of course, you know what this is all about," said the man. "We have to inspect to see if you might be pregnant, or have some kind of infectious disease."
"Yes, we can't have any children, can we?" said the Dean. "If he hasn't given me one, you're certainly not going to get one."
"Stand here," said the man.
Betty obeyed promptly. She stood near a bookcase along the wall, hands at her side. The man stood in front of her, with his wife right behind holding a whip in her hand.
The man opened Betty's blouse and took it off. Her breasts were small and she was wearing a white bra. The woman laughed.
"I had tits like that when I was thirteen," she cackled. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen, Ma'am," replied Betty.
The man pulled down the girl's pants and left her in bra and panties.
"You have an ugly body," said the Dean. "Do you know that?"
The girl was almost in tears. She was very ashamed of her body.
"Yes, I do," she replied.
"Then say it," said the Dean.
"I have an ugly body," Betty said, almost crying.
"Then let's have a look at it," said the man.
"Please don't," begged the girl.
"Shut up," snapped the woman. "Do as you are told."
"Can't I at least put my skirt back on?" she said.
"Go ahead," said the man. "You don't really interest me that much."
The girl pulled her skirt back on, but she knew her panties would soon be off.
"Have you ever been fucked?" asked the woman.
"No," whimpered the girl.
"That's too bad," said Mr. Sawyer. "I'll have to do something about that someday. But I don't think I'd be interested."
The girl almost broke down again. The Sawyers could see that they were succeeding in humiliating the girl, which was the sole purpose of their inspection. They had to handle each girl differently, periodically humiliating them so that they could dominate.
"We'll have a look at your snatch now," said the man. "That is, if you have one."
The girl remembered the first time she had been inspected. She had begged them not to make fun of her, but found that the more they saw it hurt her the more they continued. She knew better now, and didn't say a word.
The man bent over and pulled her panties slowly over her legs. Her skirt fell in front of her cunt, and the Dean stood with hands on hips and glared at her.
The man pulled up her skirt and saw a thin light bush on her crotch.
"You even have an ugly cunt," said the woman. "No wonder you've never been fucked."
"I bet you masturbate all the time," said her husband. "Isn't that true?"
"No, it isn't," said Betty.
The woman lashed out with her whip and sliced it across the girl's thighs. She left a long red welt.
"You're lying," she screamed. "I know you masturbate, because one of the girls told me. Tell me now, do you masturbate all the time?"
"I do, I do," said the girl, her thighs stinging from the lash.
"You love it, don't you?" said the man.
"Yes, I do," said Betty.
"With your hands," said the man. "Go ahead, I want to see you do it right here in front of me."
The girl spread her legs and reached down with her hands. She spread her cunt lips and the man and woman could see the red raw lips and clit sticking out of her cunt.
Tears were running down her face as she massaged her clit and stuck her finger into her cunt.
"Two fingers," said the woman.
The girl obeyed quickly, slipping two fingers at a time in and out of her wet cunt. She felt her fingers wet with the juices of her own twat.
"Three," said the man. "Three fingers."
"Oh, please, I'm too tight," said the girl.
Mrs. Sawyer raised her hand as if to stroke her again with the whip. The girl trembled and sobbed and slipped three fingers into her cunt.
"Four, all four of them," said the woman, holding the whip above her head still.
The girl had no choice but to obey. She could hardly fit the four fingers between her lips, and it hurt a great deal to drive them in.
The man and woman watched for a few-minutes, cackling with delight. They could see the pain and the extreme humiliation all over her whimpering face.
Mr. Sawyer found that the sight of the girl masturbating did not turn him on, although he knew it was good treatment for her, and was making her even more terrified of the two wardens. He knew that all he would have to do in the future was threaten her with another examination and she would do anything.
"We've heard talk of some revolt brewing among some of the girls," said the Dean. "If you hear about it you'll come right to me, understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am," said Betty, still working the fingers in her cunt.
"If you don't," said the Director, "you'll be punished like this, and worse."
The Dean reached out and grabbed her tits, ripping her bra off. She found the inside lined with rubber.
"Just as I thought," laughed the woman. "You don't even have that much."
The girl broke down completely and cried. She could not hold her fingers in her cunt any longer, for the shame was too great.
The Dean wrote a sign on a piece of cardboard and put it around her neck. It read, "I wear falsies."
"Wear that in class all day," she said.
"Oh, please, don't make me," cried the girl. "Please, I'll do anything."
"You heard what I said," said the Dean.
"Now get out of here," said the man. "I better see that sign around your head at dinner tonight, too."
They both laughed loudly as the girl left the office. The Dean wanted to see her humiliation first hand, so she followed her back down the hall and peered in the window of the classroom door as Betty entered.
The girls laughed loudly when they saw the sign. Some of them insulted her. Betty broke down and cried, running to her desk and burying her head in her hands as the class mocked her with glee.
Marge could see that she was not the only one to hate Betty. Marge found herself delighted that the thin girl was humiliated. She was beginning to understand why the other girls could help the Dean. She knew she was enjoying seeing Betty's misery.
The Dean ran into the room.
"Shut up," she screamed. "You know you're not to laugh when I'm not in the room. You're not to laugh any time."
The class was suddenly quiet.
"I should beat you all," said the Dean. "But you'll each get yours now. You all will have to be inspected. Who knows how humiliated you will be when you return. You may all wish you were in Betty's shoes, especially when you're in that office and she's out here."
The woman cackled, and Marge started to fear her inspection. She was right. She would have traded places with Betty and avoided the inspection if she had been able. But that was impossible. There seemed to be no way at all in the school to get away with things. Marge had never known what it was like to so carefully watched. Despite her previous hopes, she knew she for the first time would not get away with what she pleased. She was going to be disciplined, whether she liked it or not.
The Dean looked over the class. The girls all turned their heads away when the Dean looked at them, not wanting to be the next to be selected.
"Ah, yes," said the Dean. "Chris, come with me."
CHAPTER THREE
Marge had dreaded her inspection. But she was determined to remain firm and not crumple to the Sawyers. When her turn came she strutted proudly into the Director's office and stood up straight for them.
The Director remembered her from the night before, naturally. His eyes traveled over her body and he liked what he saw. He could remember the blow-job she had given him the night before, and how he had come in her mouth.
"How are you today?" asked the man pleasantly.
"I'm fine, Sir," said Marge.
"I bet you just loved sucking his cock last night," said the woman.
"Yes, I did," said the girl. She knew it was the only way to handle them. If she said she didn't they would only make her say she did. They might even make her do it again.
"And you liked making love with me," said the Dean.
"Yes, that's true," said Marge.
"Well, it's about time one of the girls were honest," said the man. "I know they all really like it."
"I think they must," said Marge.
"Well let's get on with it," said the Dean.
Marge was still determined not to flinch, even as the man lustfully pulled off her blouse and pulled down her pants. Even when she had pulled her panties down and was standing nude in front of them, she still glared proudly.
The man spread the lips of her cunt and inserted a cold metal rod to test for something or other. They knew it would hurt, and were surprised to see Marge standing calmly.
In fact, she wanted to howl in agony. But she gritted her teeth and did not scream, even when the man twisted the rod around in her snatch.
The woman felt up her tits, and the man let his hand dawdle a little longer than necessary as he looked over her firm white ass. But she stared straight ahead. She was sure she had triumphed.
When they had finished their inspection, Marge started to dress. She thought she would be allowed to return.
"I have something for you," said the man, writing on another small sign. He finished it and held it up for her to read: "I sucked Mr. Sawyer's cock and took his come, and I like it."
Marge shuddered when she saw the sign, written in small but easily readable letters.
Mr. Sawyer decided that she should blow him again, to prove the truth of the sign.
The man let her slip her lips along the long staff until the first spurt was in his head. Then, just after it had licked into her mouth, which was around the root, he pulled back and let the rest of the load splash over her face.
His gism was hot and sticky as it struck her eyes and lips and nose and ran down her face. He emptied his load on her, while his wife laughed loudly.
When he had finished, Marge raised her hand to wipe off the come.
"Don't you dare," said the Dean. "Leave it on there and go back to class."
"You wouldn't," Marge whimpered.
The Dean raised her hand with the whip again and threatened her. Marge shrank back in fear.
"If you dare raise your hand and wipe one drop of that off you'll spend the next week on the dunce stool, and you'll suck cock every night. Sooner or later you'll have to do it, so why not now?"
"Yes," said the man. "You'll do it sooner or later, believe me. We have ways of making you do anything."
"Follow me," said the Dean, walking out of the room and down the hall.
Marge felt the come running down her face, and longed to reach up and wipe it before she had to go into class. But she knew better. It was bad enough, though, having the sign around her head.
The class broke up when she came into the room, come dripping from her face and the sign around her neck.
"As you can see, she likes it so much," said the Dean as she stood in the doorway, "she almost raped him and made him come in her eye. She refuses to wipe it off."
The class laughed, and Marge wanted to bury her face in her hand like Betty had done. But that would wipe off the come, and the Dean would see her.
The woman took Janet out with her and left the room. The class still howled in mockery at Marge, but Olga came over and wiped her face.
"We'll get even with her," she whispered. "But don't talk about it to anyone. There are a lot of rats in here."
Marge sat in her chair, longing to talk to Olga and tell her all the things she had been thinking. She wanted also to talk to Gloria, but she was at the end of the classroom, and Marge could not leave her seat or shout out without risking one of the other girls ratting her out.
The rest of the morning passed as the girls went out one by one and were inspected. Each came back humiliated and most of them wore signs. The ones that didn't, Marge knew, were the "pets." She saw a very young black-haired girl and a thin young blonde come back unharmed, and without the Dean, and Marge knew they were indeed pets of the Dean and Director. I wouldn't be their pets for anything, not even if they let me get away with what I want, she said to herself. She realized now there were more important things than getting away with what she pleased. She could perhaps be a pet and do that, but she preferred resisting.
She knew now she had to watch out for the rest of the girls as well as the Dean and Director. She didn't know who to trust. She thought she could trust Gloria and Olga, and perhaps Janet. But otherwise she suspected everyone.
Lunch came around soon after the last girl had been inspected. Marge was glad to be able to talk to Janet, but the Dean was close at hand at all times. She wondered what would happen if she went ahead and spoke as she chose anyway, but after the morning she decided to be quiet. She was so furious and felt such hatred for the Dean she didn't want to risk losing her temper. Then she would be in real trouble.
Lunch was terrible, a thick ugly gruel that tasted as if it were burnt. But the girls had to clean their plates. If any food was left at any mean, they would have to eat another whole bowl.
Marge got the stuff down, almost puking. The rest of the girls seemed not to mind it. They must have gotten used to it, she assumed.
Olga sat down the table from Marge, next to Gloria. She was glad she could at least trust the person she ate with.
They spoke briefly, when the Dean wasn't near, about Gloria's plan to strike back. She couldn't mention any details, but she said she was enlisting support. She had six girls so far, including Olga and Marge. She wanted more before they started, but she had to be careful. One wrong move, and the plan might fall into the wrong hands, who would certainly carry it to the Dean and the Director.
But Olga was encouraged by the news, and tried to tell Marge about it. But she didn't get the chance. As they filed out, however, Olga passed by Marge.
"Try to talk to Gloria if you can," she whispered. "She has some good news."
"Okay," said Marge. "See you tonight in the lounge."
"Okay, I'll get Gloria to come," said Olga.
As Marge sat at her desk, the afternoon did not seem so dismal. She was thinking about Gloria and the good news she might have. She found the minutes drifting by instead of dragging as her mind wandered.
But the Dean was in front of the room looking at them as they were supposedly reading. She had a sure-fire way of making sure they read the assignments. Instead of reading them through, they had to write them out longhand. She collected the papers after the class and checked to see if they had all done their "reading."
There was no way around it, Marge realized. She had to work continually and quickly to finish the reading by the assigned hour. But she did manage to let her mind wander here and there, when the Dean was looking another way.
She was sitting with her hands on her forehead, pretending to read and write, but actually thinking about Gloria and Olga and the evening, when she was startled by the sharp pain of a pencil jabbed into her back.
She turned around and saw the girl behind her glaring at her, pencil in hand.
"Pay attention," screamed the girl, who wore a pair of rimless glasses.
"She wasn't paying attention," yelled another girl near her.
Marge was stunned. Suddenly the other girl lunged out and stabbed her with her pencil. Marge wanted to run at her and choke the shit out of her, but the Dean hurried over.
"What the hell is going on here?" she screamed. "Who dares to disturb my class."
"I did," said the girl with glasses, "but she was daydreaming."
"That's true," said the other girl. "I saw her too."
"Disgraceful," said the Dean, glaring at Marge. "We'll have to teach her a lesson."
"Yes, that's right," smiled the girl.
She reached out and yanked on Marge's blouse, ripping open the buttons in front and exposing her bra and her belly. Another girl lunged out and ripped one of the cups off her tit.
A girl with black hair that sat in front of her turned around and bent over, grabbed her panties, and pulled them right down to her ankles. Marge screamed as another jumped up to aid the others.
Her skirt was pulled up to her belly, and her cunt was exposed to the blows of the girls. They came from all over the room and jabbed at her with their sharpened pencils, stabbing her tits and leaving small bloody marks all over.
One of the girls reached down and sliced the tip of her pencil into Marge's cunt. The point sliced into her cut, and Marge screamed in agony.
The Dean stood nearby with her hands on her waist, crossed under her huge tits. She stared in delight as the girls worked Marge over, leaving her crying and her body marked all over in red and black. She almost fainted by the time they finished with her.
Her clothes were all off and scattered around. She was too hurt, though, to be humiliated. Her head dropped to the desk and she closed her eyes.
She suddenly felt the hand of the Dean pulling her up by her hair from the desk.
"No sleeping in class, dear," she said. "If you don't like to write, I can let you sit on the dunce stool."
"Oh, no, please don't," cried Marge.
"Then write," said the Dean.
Marge looked around on her desk for a pencil, but found it had vanished in the scuffle.
"Here's one," said the Dean, lunging out and stabbing her with another pencil. She left the pencil sticking in her tits, and the rest of the class laughed.
Marge pulled the pencil out of her tit and started to write, but the Dean slapped it out of her hand, startling her.
"I've got a better idea," said the Dean. "Come with me."
Marge started to hunt around for her clothes, but the Dean dragged her away by the hair.
"Stay like you are," she laughed. "You look good nude."
Marge wanted to run away as she was placed in front of the room stark naked. Her tits were marked and her bush was exposed to the girls' taunts.
"Write on the board," Mrs. Sawyer said. "Right here."
Marge stood at the blackboard and picked up a piece of chalk.
"I want you to write that you will have to stand nude whenever you dream."
Marge began writing "I will stand nude when caught daydreaming," once, then twice, and on and on down the board, as the woman returned to the class.
She had to write all afternoon. When she had finished one board, and her arm was falling off, she had to erase it and start again.
Once when she tried to let her hand down to rest, the Dean leaped at her and whipped her on her nude buttocks with the pointer. She screamed in fright and then returned to writing as the class howled in laughter.
Soon before the class ended, the Director came in the room and found her standing nude at the board. Marge wanted to hide her naked body, but there was nowhere to run. She had to stand as the man looked her over and laughed at her.
She was glad when the class ended and she was allowed to dress. Her blouse had been torn, and she went back to her room to get another. She would have one hour alone.
In her room she broke down and cried. She hadn't done that in many years. When she had finished she decided she would be willing to risk anything to get even with the Dean and the Director. She looked forward to talking with Gloria that night.
She was laughed at again as she ate in the dining room, and she hurried to the lounge after she had finished another terrible meal of gruel, this time covered with rotten bananas. Each of the girls had to swallow a large vitamin capsule after dinner, which was the only thing, Marge thought, that kept them alive.
She saw Gloria and Olga sitting in the lounge and was disappointed to see the Director and Dean walking around. But Mr. Sawyer left soon after she entered, and the Dean began talking with a few of the girls in a corner. Marge sat with the two blonde girls and tried to talk without being heard.
"What's going on?" she whispered.
"Gloria was telling me about her plans," said Olga.
"Yes," said Gloria, "but you can't say a word to anyone. I'll pick out the right girls, because I've been here longer. If you tell the wrong ones it'll get back to the Sawyers and we'll be in a lot of trouble."
"What do you have in mind?" asked Marge.
"I can't say yet," said Gloria. "I'll let you know soon. But I think I can come up with a way to fix their asses good, just where it hurts the most."
"I hope it happens soon," said Marge. "I can't take this much longer."
The Dean walked by with the two young girls and left the room. Marge was delighted to be able to speak openly.
"You see those two girls that Dean brought out with her?" said Gloria. That's two of her pets. They tell her everything and fuck with her, and in return they get coddled. Don't ever say anything to them."
"I won't," promised Olga.
"What do they do?" asked Marge.
"Just what they're on their way to do right now," said Gloria. "She'll bring them up to her room and make them suck her cunt."
"What about her husband?" asked Olga.
"He doesn't care," said Gloria. "He fucked them too once in a while. I heard he fucks his wife twice a day anyway."
"I sure would like to catch her with those little kids," said Olga.
"It's no use," said Gloria, "everyone knows it happens, but we can't do anything."
"Hasn't any girl ever got out of here?" asked Marge.
"Sure, but they make sure they put 'pathological liar' on everyone's card. Then they say the girls are just making up stories. Of course, when they investigate, which is rare, none of the girls would say anything to the people that come because after they leave the girls will be here alone with the Sawyers."
"How about if we had a picture?" asked Marge.
"That would be great," said Gloria, "but none of the girls has a camera, and they aren't allowed in."
"But I have one," said Olga.
"You do?" said Gloria, face beaming.
"Sure, a little tiny one I brought with me," Olga said. "I guess they didn't notice it."
"Do you have any film?" asked Gloria.
"Yeah, but just what's in the camera," said Olga.
"Great, great," yelled Gloria, almost dancing around the room.
Olga and Marge looked at one another and realized that they had indeed brought Gloria great delight.
"I've been looking for a camera for months," whispered Gloria when she danced back close to them. "That will do it. If I get a picture of the Dean and the little girls and take it out of here with me, that'll be the end of the Sawyers."
"But we'll have to wait until we get out?" asked Marge.
"No, no," replied Gloria, "I'm getting out in about a month, and then they'll spring all of you when I show them a picture of what the Dean does with the girls."
"I understand," said Olga.
"Can you imagine a shot of her with those two little kids?" said Gloria, almost laughing.
"My camera is in the room," said Olga. "Maybe you can sneak up there and get a shot."
"I know just where they are too," said the older girl.
"But this is all the film I have," said Olga. "If you ruin it that's the end of the plan."
"Yeah, that's the end of this plan," said Gloria, "but I have others."
The girls left the room one at a time, so as not to arouse suspicion. They met in the dorm room, and Olga took the camera out of her suitcase under the bed.
The camera was very small, the size of a pack of cigarettes. It could be put in the pocket and not seen.
"This is perfect," said Gloria. "Does it really take pictures?"
"Sure," replied Olga. "It's a miniature. It takes 16mm slides."
"Great," said Gloria. "Now I have to sneak up there."
"Isn't it dangerous?" asked Marge.
"It sure is," replied Gloria. "I'll have to sneak up to the next floor and look in the bedroom."
"Won't she see you?" asked Olga.
"Maybe not," replied Gloria. "If they're making out they might not be facing the door. I can snap one shot and then run. Even if she hears me running she won't be able to find out which of all the girls it was."
"The camera's almost silent," said Olga.
"That's good," said Gloria. "I better be starting out."
"What about the Director?" asked Marge.
"I'll have to take a chance," said Gloria. "I don't know where he is now."
"If he catches you you'll really be in trouble," said Marge, shuddering to even think about it.
"I can hide the camera even if I'm caught," said Gloria.
She put the small camera in her pocket and left the room, after the two girls had wished her luck. Olga and Marge crossed their fingers and hoped she would succeed.
The Director in fact was just sitting in his study, upstairs. He had seen his wife come down the hall with two little girls, and disappear into her bedroom, but he didn't think anything of it. He knew his wife liked to take a few of the girls to bed once in a while, and didn't think there was anything wrong with it. That is, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it for his wife.
His study was at the opposite end of the hall from the bedroom. He had his door open, and was sitting at his desk reading.
The two girls the Dean had brought upstairs were in fact the youngest at the school. The blonde, Peggy, was fifteen, but her body was undeveloped and her breasts small. She looked to be thirteen.
The other was the younger. She was only thirteen, and had ended up in the school almost by accident.
The girl, Jane, had gotten into trouble in school. She hated it, and her parents had all they could do to get her out of the house in the morning. She refused to go to school at all and ran around the neighborhood all day, until other parents complained and the police picked her up.
When they finally got her to go, she would not sit down, and bit one of the teachers. Then she left, and would not go back.
No one knew just why she refused to go. She claimed she didn't like it. The doctors declared that she was sick and needed help, and the courts were left with her.
They had agreed to send her to the school because they had nowhere else to send her. Although girls under fifteen were usually not permitted at Sargeant, the courts had agreed to make an exception. They felt that in her case seeing other, older girls at school would make her want to attend also.
The Dean and Director had accepted her reluctantly. It was the Dean, though, that had insisted she be allowed in. The woman had a liking for young girls, and saw possibilities in Jane. Once she was at the school, of course, no one heard from her again.
Peggy had a more normal background. That is, normal for the girls at Sargeant. She had gotten into the usual trouble at home, missing school and staying out late. She was caught with two boys in her bedroom one afternoon, sucking their cocks.
The doctors who examined her declared she had an oral fixation. She longed to satisfy it by sucking cocks, or cunt, or whatever. She had even tried to lick her own tits.
After running away from school one day, when she was caught in the bathroom with another girl making love, she disappeared into the bowels of the city and was not seen for three weeks.
When she was found at last, she was living in the subways. She asked strangers for change and slept during the day on the trains, when she wasn't noticed. At night she crawled into the tunnels and slept or hung out.
She admitted having to suck a few cocks in the subway to get her change. But that she didn't mind. Her parents were shocked and hurt, and the courts decided she needed help. Sargeant would be just the place for her, they decided, and off she went, disappearing into the bowels of the isolated school.
The Dean liked both girls. They were her pets. They found early enough that all they had to do was go to bed with the woman once in a while and they would have an easy life. It was a lot easier than the life the other girls had, they could see that. They weren't picked on and were occasionally slipped extra food. In return they had also to inform the Dean about anything they thought was secret among the girls. It was Jane that had first told her about Gloria.
At the moment that Gloria was first checking out the camera in the dorm room, the Dean was sitting on the bed with the two girls. She did not feel like wasting time, and wanted to test the girls to see just how well she had trained them.
The woman stood up next to the bed. Her massive breasts hung down, and the two little girls stood in awe of her.
"Undress me," she barked.
The blonde girl began undressing her, rubbing her tits as she unbuttoned her blouse and then slipping her tight pants down her thighs and to her ankles. The Dean stepped out of the pants and then her panties.
Her bush was dense and thick, and the blonde girl ran her fingers through the hair. She started to bend down to suck on her cunt, but the woman had other ideas. She pushed Peggy away.
The Dean went to her drawer, and took out a dildo. The rod was long and fat, of hard rubber, with a wide rubber cap.
Peggy grabbed the rod to look at it, and even Jane was amused. The woman made the two girls stand up and undressed them both.
Jane was flat-chested, and had only a few strands of black hair on her bush. Peggy had a thicker bush, of soft blonde hair, and small tits and nipples. She was thinner than Jane.
The woman strapped the dildo on Peggy, after fondling her tiny breasts. She ran her hand over the girl's body, over the shallow mounds of her ass, through her sparse bush, and then around the lips of her cunt. Peggy responded by running her fingers admiringly over the woman's tremendous tits, pinching the nipple and juggling the two globes in her hand.
The woman closed her eyes as the girl worked. She stood with spread legs as Peggy ran her hand down over the tits and along her belly, around in her navel, and down to her bush.
Peggy spread the lips of her cunt and rubbed her clit. The woman felt the little girl's finger slip into her cunt and work around, and her cunt began to water.
Jane stood beside Peggy and started sucking on the woman's breasts. She took one of the large tits in her hand and pushed the nipple into her mouth. She held the heavy tit in her small white hand and sucked on the nipples like it was a bottle of milk.
The woman let the two girls fondle her and caress her twat until she was hot. Then she pushed them away and lay on the bed.
She pulled Peggy down on top of her and told her to insert the dildo in her snatch. Peggy lay over the woman's body, on top of her massive tits, and tried to slip the rod between her wet cunt lips.
The woman spread her legs wide as Jane sat on the bed to watch. She felt the tip of the hard staff between her lips and pulled the girl down on top of her.
She moaned as the rod bore into her cunt. It slipped easily into her wide cunt and reached the far depths of her body. As it was buried to the hilt she felt the sparse blonde hair of Peggy's bush caress her own dense forest.
"Start pumping slow," she ordered Peggy.
The thin blonde girl began to pump with her hips and thrust the rod in and out of the woman's cunt. The Dean wrapped her legs around the girl's body and pumped back, sucking the rod further into her cunt and slamming her tits up at the girl's body.
The Dean had large tits, but thin shapely legs. She was, in fact, trim in all aspects, with the exception of her unusually large tits. Her thin legs were light around Peggy's back and her cunt was spread wide open by the angle of her legs. She could feel the rubber rod boring along the wet lips of her cunt and rubbing her swollen clit.
She pushed Peggy's head down to her breasts, and the girl opened her mouth to suck. She took the nipple in her mouth and licked around it with her wet tongue, as the woman began to moan.
The bed was rocking from the force of Peggy's thrusts, but more so from the powerful lunges of the woman's body up at the down coming rod. She felt her cunt very wet as the rubber lashed over her clit and bore to the very depths of her cunt.
She pushed the girl's head deep into her tits, almost like smothering her in a pillow. The girls licked at both tits, letting her tongue slip into the slit between the huge globes, occasionally licking around the nipples.
After pumping for a few minutes, the girl felt the woman rising into her climax. She pumped harder, wishing to please the Dean.
The woman screamed loudly as she came, the rod slipping rapidly in and out and her naked body slamming up and into the girl's frail nude body. Peggy could feel the dildo slipping in and out more easily after the woman had creamed on it.
After the Dean had reached her first orgasm, she pushed the girl away and told her to take off the dildo, then she pulled Jane to her and made the girl lick on her cunt.
She lay back on the bed and spread the lips of her cunt. The little girl lapped along the lips and slit and caught her wet clit in her lips, and her tongue licked into the cunt.
The woman felt her cleaning off her snatch, and by the time the snatch was clean, Jane's tongue was starting to get her hot again.
She pushed Jane off and strapped the dildo on her own waist. She pulled Peggy close to her and sat up on the bed, her back against the headboard and her legs spread around Peggy's body.
She grabbed the girl and held her, feeling her ass on her cunt. She spread the cheeks of her ass and inserted the dildo in her hole.
"Please, Mrs. Sawyer, don't do that again," said Peggy.
The Dean did not answer. She pushed with her hips and drove the rod into the girl's ass with one mighty lunge. Peggy screamed in pain and surprise as the rod ripped hard into her ass to the hilt.
When the rod was buried all the way, Peggy could feel the Dean's bush bristling against her ass. The woman pulled out and then pumped hard, pushing the thick tool into the girl's asshole, then started pumping regularly, slamming her hips into the blonde girl's buttocks.
"Suck her pussy," said the woman to Jane.
The young girl obeyed immediately. Peggy spread her legs, further opening her cheeks and widening her engorged asshole, and Jane lay down between her thin white legs.
The black-haired girl saw the thin slit of Peggy's cunt wet and red. She spread the delicate lips with her fingers and saw her swollen clit push out.
She spread the lips as far as she could, then bent over and licked along the length of her snatch. Her tongue was wet and careful, as it slipped along the slit and caught her clit.
Peggy felt the girl's tongue on her cunt, then licking down under her divide almost to her asshole. As Jane licked down and around, she could see the thick rod buried in Peggy's cunt slipping in and out, wet and shining with the juices of her asshole.
The woman pumped with all her might, splitting the cheeks of the thin girl's ass and holding her tight against her chest. She took her tits in her hand and pulled Peggy's head back, so that her tits surrounded her head.
Peggy's head was against the Dean's chest, and her tits were around Peggy's head. The Dean twisted the tits so that both nipples faced the girl, and Peggy began to lick them, turning her head first one way, then another, to lick at the taut pink nipples.
The Dean thrust with her hips and each time her body slammed into Peggy's the girl grunted, feeling the thick rubber tool deep in her body. Jane had to hold onto Peggy's legs to keep her head in her crotch, her tongue still lapping gently in and out of her open cunt.
Gloria slipped up the stairs, unseen. She had been careful not to let any of the other girls see her as she passed the lounge.
It was a quarter to nine. She had only fifteen minutes before bedtime. Her heart was pounding as she reached the top floor and started to tiptoe down the corridor.
She saw the man's door open, and a bolt of disappointment shot through her body. How could she get past? The man's desk, she knew, faced at the door and he would certainly see her.
But she didn't have much time. She could hear the groans of pleasure coming from the woman's room and knew she was still making love with Peggy and Jane.
The Director was in fact at his desk, but his eyes were closed as he tried to catch a few winks before having to put the girls to bed.
Gloria decided that she would have to risk it. She might never have another chance. The fate of all the girls was in her hands.
She crawled along the floor and peeked into the Director's room. She was delighted to see his eyes closed. She crept silently across the door and stood up on the other side. There was now nothing between her and the Dean's room.
She tiptoed down the hall and heard the moaning in her room get louder. She took the camera out of her pocket, and held it in her hand, ready. She had wound it before coming upstairs.
Again she got on the floor and crept, this time peeking into the woman's room around her door sill. Sure enough, she saw what she hoped she would. It was even better, however, than she had hoped.
The woman's face was pointing to the side. She could not see Gloria. Her eyes were shut anyway.
But Gloria knew a picture would reveal the dildo she had strapped around her waist and was pumping into Peggy's ass. Jane was sucking on Peggy's cunt. It was perfect. Not only would the authorities, after they saw the picture, have to free the girls and take the school away from the Sawyers, but the woman could even be brought up on criminal charges. Gloria had to laugh when she thought that the Dean would find herself one day in a jail or a home like this one, but on the other side of the fence-as an inmate.
She sprung to her knees and aimed the camera. She managed to get all three bodies in the frame, and held it steady just as the woman pulled back to reveal the dildo.
She snapped. The camera was indeed silent, as Olga had promised. She had the picture. She would have wanted to stay and get more, but she didn't want to risk getting caught. She stood up and started down the hall.
Her heart was beating, and she was smiling. She still had to pass the Director's door. But she decided to simply run past. He was most likely still sleeping, and even if he saw her he would have no idea which of the girls she saw. She would be down the stairs and in the dorm before he could run after her.
She had done it. She had the picture. The camera was in her hand, with the picture inside. And what a picture it was!
She started to run. Just as she reached the Director's door, the man leapt out and saw her.
Gloria screamed at the top of her lungs, completely surprised. The man had in fact only sauntered out of his office leisurely on his way to fetch his wife to put the girls to bed. He too was shocked to run into Gloria in the corridor.
"What's going on here?" screamed the Dean, poking her head out of her door. She had of course heard Gloria's scream.
"What are you doing here?" demanded the Director.
Gloria could not speak. She gripped the camera in her hand tightly.
The Dean was disturbed. She had been very-close to coming and didn't want the disturbance to interrupt her. She knew that the Director would take care of everything.
"You're forbidden to come up here, you know that," said the man.
"Take care of her," said the Dean. "I'll join you later."
She turned back into the bedroom and sat back on the bed.
"That was Gloria," she told the girls. "I knew she would be causing trouble. Now she's really in for it. Don't forget to tell me anything she says."
"Yes, Ma'am," said Peggy.
The woman inserted the dildo again and resumed pumping. This time she made Jane he under her and lick into her cunt as she fucked Peggy.
The blonde girl seldom came, but tonight she felt it coming on. She began moaning and then screaming as the rod bore into her ass and the woman's bush touched her ass cheeks.
She let out a howl as she entered her girlish orgasm, and the woman was delighted. She loved to watch the girls come, and especially when she was fucking them.
Jane, of course, could not come. She was too young. But she sucked hard and carefully on the Dean's cunt even after the woman stopped pumping.
She closed her eyes and felt the little girl's tongue boring deep into her snatch. She felt her tiny fingers spreading the lips of her cunt and her wet tongue catching her clit each time her tongue made the circuit along her snatch.
She too screamed as she came. She poured another load of cream over the girl's tongue and then stopped her. It was exactly nine o'clock.
The girls downstairs were just going to bed. They didn't need anyone to tell them that at night they were to be in bed. They knew that if they were caught elsewhere they would pay for it.
But Marge and Olga were worried. Gloria should have been down by then. Perhaps, they feared, she had been caught.
"Oh, I hope she's okay," said Olga.
"So do I," replied Marge. "She's one of the only friends we've got here. And she's the leader. We'll never get anywhere without her."
Janet came over to them and whispered. She also noticed that Gloria was missing.
"Where is Gloria?" she asked.
"I don't know," replied Olga, remembering Gloria's warning not to trust anyone.
"Haven't you seen her around tonight?" asked Janet.
"Yes, but she disappeared," said Olga.
"You can trust me," said Janet. "I won't rat. I'm with Gloria."
The two girls said nothing.
"Really, I am," said Janet. "I know that Gloria is plotting something, and she promised to let me in on it soon. She said she's counting on me."
"Well, we'll have to wait to find out what she is planning on doing," said Marge.
"But where is she tonight?" asked Janet.
Again the girls did not say anything.
"If anything happens to her the whole plot is crushed," said Janet.
"She'll turn up," said Olga.
The girls were just able to hop into bed as the Dean came in. She brought Jane and Peggy with her and they jumped in their beds.
"I thought I heard talking when I came in here," said the Dean. "If I catch any one of you talking in here you'll be in deep trouble. Like another girl is right now."
Marge saw the woman stare directly at her. She thought the Dean was referring to her. But then she realized what she was hinting at. She was trying to tell them that she had caught Gloria.
"Oh, no," Marge whispered under her breath.
Olga also heard the hint, and her heart sank. Janet wanted to groan. All was lost, it seemed.
"Don't look for your missing friend," the Dean said as if to the whole room. "She won't be joining you tonight."
Yes, decided Marge, all was indeed lost.
CHAPTER FOUR
Gloria trembled as she lay on the ground under the Director. The Dean disappeared back into the bedroom and the man towered above her.
"What were you doing?" asked Mr. Sawyer.
"Nothing, I swear it," Gloria replied.
"Then, why were you on this floor?" he asked.
"I don't know," she stammered. "I wanted to see the Dean."
"You're lying, you bitch," he screamed. "You've been here long enough to know you can't do that."
"I'm sorry, sir," she whimpered, still quaking from the shock.
"What's that in your hand?"
Gloria gripped the camera tightly.
"Give that to me," the man barked.
"No, no, it's mine," Gloria screamed.
The man ripped the camera out of her hand.
"What the hell is this?" he said.
"It's not mine, please don't break it," she cried.
"I see now," the man said. "It's a camera. How dare you! You were going to take pictures of my wife and those two little girls."
"No sir, I wasn't," Gloria lied. "I just happened to have it."
The man kicked her in the mouth, knocking her back.
"I'm sick of your lies," he said. "You know that's the truth. It's bad enough that you did it, and now you have to lie. We'll get you to admit it, believe me."
"Please, sir," she cried, "give it to me."
"I'll give it to you," he laughed. "Get up."
Gloria climbed to her feet and shrank away from the man in fear.
"Whose camera is it?" he asked.
Gloria realized she had been trapped. She couldn't say whose it was without getting them in trouble too.
"It's mine, sir," she said.
"Now you're lying again," he screamed. "You just told me it wasn't yours."
"I was lying then," she said. "It's really mine."
"I don't believe you," he said. "I'll find out who's it is."
He threw the camera on the floor, and it broke into pieces.
"There's even film in here," he said, picking the roll of half-exposed film out and ripping it to shreds.
"I hope you got a few good shots," he smirked. "Because now you don't have anything. But in a little while you'll have more than you can handle. You'll be screaming for mercy."
The girl, now that the camera had been lost, began fearing for herself. She knew she was in a lot of trouble, more trouble than she had even been in before at the school.
"I'm taking you down to the office," the man said. "You need the dunce board."
"Oh, no, not that," she screamed.
"Start walking," he barked.
When she hesitated, the man grabbed her by her braids and swung her into the wall. Her forehead cracked hard against the wall and she saw stars.
"I said, start walking," the man snapped.
She could hardly see straight as she walked down the hall and down the stairs to the man's office. She had seen the board enough times to know she didn't want to have anything to do with it.
"I'll fix you up nice before my wife gets here," he said when they reached the office. "When she finds out that you were up to she'll really do you in. She hates you anyway."
Gloria was trembling as she stood in the office and watched the man opened the wide closet to pull out the dunce board. She thought for a second of grabbing a letter-opener and stabbing him to death, but she knew he would be able to fight her off. Then she would be in even more trouble.
The board was constructed of wood planks. It consisted of two posts in the shape of the letter "A" connected by another plank, on which was propped a slanting board. Chains were fixed to the supports.
The idea was simple. The girl would lay on the board and be attached by her legs to the chains. She would be unable to move, and would be very uncomfortable, for the slant of the board would not let her lie down, only bend over. Her ass would hang out in back, easy prey for the Director.
"Please," she cried as he wheeled it out, "don't do it to me."
"You've seen this before, haven't you?"
"Yes," she answered, shuddering to remember witnessing a scene in which another girl was tortured and raped on the board. "Please don't."
"Shut up, you're wasting your breath," the man said. "I'm going to put you on the board, and there's nothing you can do about it."
The girl felt weak. She was trapped. She knew that within an hour at most she would be screaming for mercy and howling in agony.
"Oh, what did I ever do to deserve this," she said, almost to herself.
"You deserve anything you get," the man snapped. "All you bitches do. If you hadn't been so bad you wouldn't be here."
"But I wasn't bad," she said.
"Shut up," he barked. "Get undressed."
"Oh, please, let me go, just once," she wailed.
"Do I have to whip you to get you to obey?" he said. "You know the definition of obedience. It includes the word promptly."
Gloria was sobbing as she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. Her tits were fairly large and quivered slightly as she undressed.
She stopped when her blouse was off.
"Come on, Gloria," the man said. "Take off the pants too."
She slowly peeled down her pants, wishing to prolong the ordeal as much as possible. She knew there was no way out.
The man eyed her body lustfully. She was the most woman-like of all the girls, and the man had fucked her already more than a few times. He enjoyed her almost as much as his wife. He knew he would be enjoying her soon.
Her bush was blonde and dense, and he caught a glimpse of her wet cunt lips as she stepped out of her panties.
"My compliments," he said.
"Please," she begged, "you can fuck me or do anything like that, but don't put me on the board."
"I'll fuck you and put you on the board," he said.
The door opened and the Dean rushed in, raging.
"Where is that bitch," she screamed. She saw Gloria standing nude and ran at her, slapping her across the face with all her might.
"You fucking bitch," she howled. "How dare you spy on me?"
"She was taking pictures too," the man said.
The woman kneed Gloria in the crotch, and the girl tumbled to the floor in agony.
"Put her on the board," the Dean screamed. "I want to whip the living shit out of her."
Gloria was screaming and begging for mercy as the man picked up her nude body and put her on the board. She trembled and shivered in the anticipation of the agony she was about to endure. The woman was furious.
"We should slit her fucking throat," she said. "The nerve of the bitch. Let's hang her by her braid until all the hair is pulled out of her head."
"The board will be enough," the man cackled, running his hand over her smooth white back as he strapped her in.
"She's always causing trouble around here," the woman said. "We would do well to get rid of her."
The man fastened metal rings around the girl's hand and bolted her legs to the post. Then he pushed her head down and put another ring around her neck. She could not move an inch in any direction.
The man looked over her ass and smooth back. He walked around and pinched her nipples with his fingers, and saw tears running down her face.
"Now, tell me whose camera it was," said the man.
"It was mine," she replied.
The man fetched a three-pronged stick from his drawer and held it in front of her face.
"Tell me or you'll feel the sting of this," the man screamed in her face.
The girl could see the three tips of the stick sharp and glistening.
"No, please, it was mine," she shouted.
The man lashed out with the stick and sliced it over her ass. Three red welts appeared on her white buttocks.
"Oh, stop it, it hurts, please," she howled.
The woman was delighted to see her screaming in pain.
She stood back to let the man work her over.
"Do her in," she smiled.
"Whose camera was it?" the man repeated.
"Mine, I swear it," said Gloria.
The man lashed again. One again three more red welts appeared on her ass, and blood began running down her cheeks.
"Again," screamed the Dean.
The man raised the whip high as Gloria closed her eyes to prepare for another blow.
The man came down and caught her back this time, and she felt the pain sear through her body. She almost fainted.
The woman grabbed a wood paddle and started on her ass. She paddled the girl until Gloria howled like an animal, the paddle stinging her ass and leaving it red and raw.
"Tell me whose camera it was," said the Dean.
"It was Olga's," said Gloria. "Please, leave me alone."
She went out. The pain had made her faint, and her head fell to the board, her forehead striking the wood. The ring around her neck kept her neck in a strange twisted position.
"Get some water," the man ordered the woman.
He stripped naked, and his cock was thick and throbbing already at the sight of her marked bloody ass lying open to him. He threw his clothes on the floor as his wife came back in with a bucket of ice-cold water.
"Throw it on her," said the Director.
The woman threw the water on the nude girl, and she immediately screamed awake. She felt the water stinging her all over, especially in her wounds.
"Oh, please, no more," said the girl.
Mr. Sawyer stood behind her and spread the cheeks of her ass.
"Oh, no, not like that," she begged him.
The man paid no attention to her. He opened the cheeks and inserted his thick rod.
"I can't take that," she screamed. "Please, don't do it."
The man couldn't wait. He thrust with his hips and the rod slipped a few inches into her asshole. The girl screamed in pain.
The man pushed again, and felt the tight walls of her asshole opening, stretched and raw. He pushed with all his might and the cock slipped further in.
"Oh, I'm going to faint," she sobbed.
"Then you'll just get another bucket in the face," the Dean said. She was standing right in front of Gloria's face, for she wanted to see her face contorted in agony as her husband fucked her up the ass.
The man screwed the rod in further, then pushed with all his strength and felt the long staff bore all the way into her body. Her ass cheeks were pushed apart and the cock disappeared into her ass, deep and wide.
His balls swung against her ass as he pulled back and thrust again, pushing the ass apart and sending a bolt of pain through her whole body. She howled, but the man continued pumping, thrusting in and pulling out slowly but firmly.
The thick rod filled her whole ass. She felt as if she had to go to the bathroom, with the hot shaft filling her asshole. She could feel the man's hairy balls swinging against her ass with each thrust.
His bush caressed her bloody cheeks with each thrust. Her body was jolted each time, and her tits quivered from the force of his powerful lunges.
The man could feel the gism stirring already in his balls, and creeping up toward his impaled staff. He looked down as he fucked, seeing the girl's smooth white cheeks parting as his thick dark rod bore between them, into the warmth of her ass. Her hole was wet and tight, but his strong shaft parted it and opened as he pumped.
As he slid his cock out he saw it wet with the juices of her asshole. He started pumping faster.
The woman watched Gloria groaning in agony.
"Faster," she howled. "Give it to her faster."
The man started pumping faster, now pounding his cock in and out with great speed. The girl felt faint, but screamed continually.
"Faster," the woman yelled.
The man was now pumping with every ounce of might he could muster. His balls swung wildly against her ass and his bush and hips bumped her ass, knocking her body forward as far as it would go. The chains dug into her wrists and neck as she was pushed, but she couldn't budge.
His balls were emptying into his staff as he pumped, and his rod filled with the hot gism.
"I'm going to come in your fucking ass," he laughed.
"No, no," she muttered, almost out again.
The man let loose with a tremendous load, pouring the gism into her ass and filling it with the hot sticky fluid. The girls felt the heat of the come in her asshole, and fainted again.
The woman threw another bucket of water on her, and the girl shivered awake.
"Oh, please let me go now," she moaned.
"Your punishment is just beginning," laughed the woman. "For a start, you'll stay on the board all night. You get no meals tomorrow. During class you sit on the dunce stool."
"Oh, let me out of here," Gloria howled as if to no one. She couldn't believe what was happening to her.
"Let's go," said the man. "Leave her here, she doesn't have a chance of getting out."
The man and woman left, and the girl sobbed bitterly for almost an hour. The pain of the lash on her ass still stung, and her asshole was smarting. She shivered from the cold water, and the angle of the board was starting to make her hurt all over.
She knew she was really in for it. From now until the day she got out she would suffer greatly.
The man and the woman went to bed, after the man had emptied his balls one more time with a quick fuck. They slept soundly, assuming everything was running smoothly.
But at that moment, Marge lay awake on her bed with Olga and Janet. The two other girls had come to her when the lights went out, to discuss Gloria.
The two girls had decided to tell Janet all about what Gloria had tried to do. They trusted her, and realized she was with them.
"I guess there is nothing we can do now," said Janet.
"No, she's surely in trouble," said Marge.
"This is nothing," said Janet. "You'll get used to it. There really is nothing you can do, so you might as well relax."
"I can't stand this place," said Olga. "I'd rather be anywhere else."
"Yeah, it's so hard, and so boring," said Marge.
"And there's no boys around," said Olga.
"Yeah, there's no way of getting my rocks off around here," said Marge.
"Yes, there is," said Janet.
"Oh, you mean the Director?" said Olga. "No thanks."
"No, I didn't mean him," said Janet.
"What are you talking about?" asked Marge.
"Did you ever make love with a girl before?" asked Janet.
"Yes, but not much," said Marge.
"It's fun, if you do it right," said Janet. "Would you like to try?"
"I don't know," replied Marge.
"How about you?"
"I don't know either," said Olga.
"It's better than going to sleep," said Janet.
"How can we do it?" asked Marge. "The other girls will tell."
"We can sneak down to the lounge," said Janet. "Me and Marilyn do it all the time."
"Isn't that risky?" asked Olga.
"You can't do anything around here without a risk," said Janet. "How about it?"
"Okay," said Olga. "I'll give it a try."
"Yeah, I'd like to," said Marge.
"Let's go," said Janet. "Follow me."
The girl led Olga and Marge down the hall quietly. They had been talking on Marge's bed for quite a while, and all the other girls were sleeping.
The lounge was still lit. There was one lamp burning in the corner. The girls walked in and went to the couches on the side, so that they would be out of view if anyone walked past the door in the hall.
"I'm hot as hell," said Janet. "Let's get going."
Marge really didn't know how to do anything with a girl. She had had only a few experiences, before, and they were in the detention center in a dark room.
Janet was a buxom blonde, and she peeled off her blouse to reveal two firm round tits, and two pink erect nipples. She wasted no time in pulling down her bottom, and then her panties, but left the panties around her thighs.
"Let's go," she said.
Olga and Marge stood still. Both were scared, and uncertain. Janet saw they needed help.
She walked over to Marge. Those shapely boobs had always attracted her. She ran her hands smoothly over her breasts, then slipped her fingers under the elastic band of her pajamas. She tugged them down slowly, pulling them over her thighs and brushing against the white warm skin on the way down.
She pulled the bottoms and her panties right off. Marge's skin was soft and smooth, and she pulled her own top off to reveal her firm but large tits.
"Beautiful," said Janet.
Olga caught the hint and stripped, leaving on her panties. Her tits were smaller, but well shaped and firm. Her nipples were pink and erect.
Janet's hair was in a braid down her back, twisted around tightly. All three girls were blonde, but their bodies were different.
Marge's tits were the largest, and her nipples the longest. Her ass was also large, but not as wide as Janet's. Olga was the thinnest of the three, her hair loosely combed on her shoulders.
Janet was red hot. She hadn't been able to meet with Marilyn, another lesbian girl at the school, for more than two weeks.
"Stand up here," said Janet to Marge.
Marge stood up on the chair and spread her legs. She closed her eyes, pretending that the person who was about to caress her was a man.
Janet bent over and knelt in front of the chair. She ran her hand slowly along Marge's thigh, teasing her by stopping before she reached the crotch. Then she reached up and grabbed the girls' breasts, cupping them. Finally she grabbed her nipples, pinching them and poking at the tits at the same time.
Marge felt her nipples getting hard as the girl caressed them. She longed to feel the girl on her cunt. Her legs were spread wide and her cunt lips were wet and open.
Janet ran her hands back along her thighs, from the knee almost to the crotch. At last she let her hand slip all the way into her cunt, feeling her palms coast over the pillow of her blonde bush.
Marge winced in delight as the girls two hands went over her bush and into her snatch. The girl spread Marge's cunt lips and found her clit wet and swollen, dangling out between her wet lips.
"Oh, do it," said Marge.
Olga stood back and watched as Janet licked into Marge's cunt. She was getting anxious, for although she knew Marge was not a lesbian she could see her enjoying the delights of Janet's tongue greatly. She looked forward to enjoying them herself.
Janet licked along her wet cunt and caught her clit with the tip of her tongue. She sucked the tiny morsel between her lips and then shot her tongue out into the wetness of Marge's hot snatch.
Marge began to move her hips around slightly as she felt Janet's tongue shoot into her body. She began to moan, feeling Janet's hot breath on her pussy.
Janet reached around her ass and pushed her crotch into her face. She rubbed her lips and cheeks all over Marge's hot pussy and gripped her cheeks tightly in her hand. Her buttocks were soft like putty in her hands, and she kneaded them as she licked into her cunt.
Olga could hear the sound of Janet licking into Marge's cunt, wet and loud. She was hot now, and wished Janet would caress her too.
Janet's tits hung down freely as she sucked on the girl's cunt. Marge felt a strange stirring in her body, and knew she would be able to reach her orgasm.
But Janet wanted to turn Olga on as well. She stopped working on Marge and told Olga to lie on the floor.
Olga lay on her side and spread her legs as Janet lay down beside her. Their legs were in opposite directions. She thrust her head between Olga's legs and spread the lips of her cunt.
Olga gasped loudly as she felt the first caress of Janet's tongue. The girl lapped furiously into her snatch, sucking her cunt lips and clit into her mouth at the same time. She slipped her tongue between the spread lips and wormed it around as Olga began to pant.
Olga saw Janet's wet cunt in front of her face. She ran her hands along the insides of her thighs and into her blonde bush, then spread the lips of her cunt and saw the tiny hair on her asshole. She worked a finger into her cunt and screwed it around slowly.
Janet gasped when Olga licked for the first time into her snatch. She felt the tip of her tongue edging between her lips and catching her clit, the juices sucked into her eager mouth.
The two girls worked feverishly, sucking and licking as Marge watched from the chair. She was still quite hot, and wished Janet would return to her.
Olga began to breathe heavy as she felt her own climax stirring in her body. But Janet still licked, gasping but not yet feeling her climax coming on.
Janet licked until she thought Olga was about to come. Then she pulled her head out quickly, leaving Olga panting without satisfaction.
"What's the matter?" asked Olga.
"Nothing, I just don't want you to come yet," said Janet. "I can't come that way myself. I have to get paddled first."
The two other girls looked at her in awe as she went to a hiding place she and Marilyn had discovered. She took out two dildoes and a wooden stick.
To Marge's great delight, Janet went to her again. She dipped right into her cunt, sucking on her cunt lips and pulling her clit into her mouth.
"Paddle me," said Janet.
Olga was puzzled, but obeyed. As she struck the girl on the ass, leaving red welts, she reached under her panties, which she had pulled up, and began masturbating. She massaged her clit slowly as she struck Janet.
"That's it," screamed Janet, still sucking.
Marge felt herself rising to an orgasm. She took one of her large tits in her hand and pushed it up to her mouth. The nipple was stiff when she slipped into her mouth and started sucking.
Marge felt her orgasm approaching rapidly. But once again Janet pulled her head out just before she entered her climax. Janet was hot, feeling the paddle on her ass, and was only interested now in coming herself.
"Strap this on and fuck me," she told Olga.
Olga had never put a dildo on before, but did as she was told. Then she rubbed the tip on her ass and finally slipped it under her legs and found her cunt lips open and ready.
Janet howled, trying to muffle her delight so that they would not be heard, as she felt the rod suddenly slip into her cunt. Olga found she enjoyed fucking the girl, for all she had to do was bump with her hips and slip the rod in and out and watch Janet howl in delight.
Janet's body rocked as she returned to Marge's snatch and began sucking. Marge and Janet rose together toward their orgasm, Marge on the wings of Janet's tongue worming into her cunt, Janet on the wings of the long fat rod boring in and out of her cunt.
Olga felt her bush touching Janet's ass on the end of each thrust. She pushed hard to drive the rod all the way in, and wondered just what it felt like.
Janet started to scream as she felt her orgasm coming on. The rod ripped through her cunt lips and rubbed along her clit, and she began swirling her hips to twist the rod around in her body.
She could feel the soft caress of the girl's bush on the marked cheeks of her ass. She began pushing back with her hips and slammed her ass into Olga's pelvis.
Olga pumped with all her might, driving the rod all the way into Janet's snatch. Janet never stopped sucking on Marge's pussy even as she entered her orgasm with a howl of ecstasy and sucked the rod in her cunt with a mighty vaginal grip.
Janet came on the rod as Marge started to tremble and howl, entering her long-awaited climax with delight. She felt the tongue wetting her lips and clit and shooting in and out of her cunt, and her cream poured over Janet's eager lips as she came.
Janet was just starting to slow the movement of her hips as Marge crested, sucking furiously on her own tits. She slapped her legs tight around Janet's head as the girl sucked, and kept pumping with her hips until she had finished, her satisfied snatch pouring out cream on the girl's mouth.
Olga slipped the rod out of her cunt, and saw it glisten with Janet's cream. Janet pulled her head out of Marge's crotch, smiling in satisfaction.
Marge fell into the chair, sighing in relief. She was very content. Her cunt was wet but pleased, and she sank back in near-exhaustion.
Janet saw that Olga was still hot.
"Let's do a number on her now," said Janet.
"Sure, I'm game," said Marge.
Janet made Olga lie down on top of her. Janet lay on the floor, on her back, after strapping on the dildo. When Olga lay on top of her and spread her lips, Janet was able to slip the tip of the dildo between her cunt lips.
Janet felt the weight of Olga's nude body on top of her. She could feel the softness of her tits and the point of her nipples as she reached around and began fondling them.
Olga felt the tits on her back, as Janet heaved in heavy panting breath, trying to screw the thick rod into Olga's tight cunt.
When at last the tip was firmly in her lips, Janet thrust up with her hips and the rod bore to the depths of her cunt, her bush caressing her ass.
Olga howled in delight. She had not felt anything so stiff in her cunt for a long time. She looked down and saw Janet's legs stretched out between hers, long and smooth, and the rod in her cunt, slipping between the open wet lips and rubbing over her dangling clit as Janet pumped slowly.
Olga's body was rocked and bounced as Janet pumped up, driving the rod all the way into her cunt. Marge watched for a few minutes, seeing the dildo slipping out wet with Olga's cunt juice before Janet pushed again and it disappeared in her snatch.
Marge lay down between Olga and Janet's spread legs. She propped herself up on her elbows and bent over to lick at Olga's cunt.
Her cunt was wet from the excitation of the rod. Marge could see the rubbed pole slipping by right past her face as she licked down.
Her lips were spread far apart already by the rod. She had only to lick out and catch the girl's dangling clit. Olga trembled in great heat, feeling the dildo driving in hard at the same time as Marge licked over the length of her cunt, tickling her clit each time.
Olga's cunt was covered with the saliva of Marge's mouth. When the dildo slipped out it was wet with both the saliva and the juice of her cunt, and she felt her orgasm coming on very quickly.
"Oh, that's great," she sighed. "Pump faster."
Janet responded immediately by thrusting up with all her might and driving the rod in and out very fast. The sound of the rod slicing through the juices of Olga's cunt was loud in all their ears, together with the steady pant and moan of the girl as she was fucked and sucked.
Olga screamed as she felt her climax very near. Janet pumped with all her might and the rod sliced easily in and out of Olga's loosened cunt.
Meanwhile Marge licked carefully over her clit and shot her tongue into the snatch as the rod slipped out almost to the tip. Janet pulled it out far so that when she thrust up with her hips the whole rod would fill Olga's cunt suddenly.
Marge could tell by the trembling of Olga's body that she was near her orgasm. Janet too could feel her starting to tense up, her cunt pulling in the rod eagerly as she thrust up and bounced Olga's soft white body around on top of her.
Olga entered her orgasm with a howl. Janet and Marge worked steadily, Janet pumping in and out very fast, and Marge sucking hard, feeling the cream of Olga's cunt pouring out over her lips.
Olga crested for a long time. Janet was afraid her loud screams of delight would be heard outside, but knew there was no way to stifle her.
When Olga had finished she stopped bouncing and Janet stopped pumping. Marge licked out her cunt, drinking in the juices of her cunt, and pulled her head out.
"That was really fantastic," said Olga.
"I told you," said Janet.
Janet slipped the rod out of her cunt and pushed her off. Olga was all smiles, the weight of her sexual lust taken off at last, for perhaps another few days at least, until they could meet again.
"Wow, I'm bushed," said Marge.
"Isn't that better than sleeping?" said Janet.
"It sure was," replied Olga.
The three girls sat on the rug, all tired but all pleased. Each of their cunts was still wet with their cream, and Janet was hot again.
"I feel like some more," she said.
"I couldn't do it again," said Marge.
"Me neither," said Olga.
"I could," said Janet. "And I want to, right now."
"I'm too tired," said Marge.
Janet took the rod off her waist and inserted it in her cunt after lying on the floor and spreading her cunt lips. The other two girls watched in awe as Janet began screwing the rod in and out.
"You do that all the time?" Marge asked.
"Not when I can help it," said Janet, still ramming the staff in her snatch.
"Is it fun?" asked Olga.
"It's better than nothing," said Janet. "But I prefer making love with Marilyn. Or you two, of course. But once in a while when I can't get anything I do this. It's pretty good."
They watched as Janet worked furiously with the rod, ramming it in and out and pumping with her hips when she screwed it in, then pulling back as she slipped it out.
Marge remembered Gloria. She wondered what had happened to her. The bout with Janet had made her forget her misery for a little while, but now she remembered that she was the helpless victim of the mad Sawyers' lust. She would be in the school for a year.
Now that Gloria was gone, there was little hope left. The camera idea was such a good one too, she said to herself. If only it had worked.
But she assumed the Dean or Director had nabbed her. Not only were they brutal, but they were clever as well. She had had a lot of experience with brutal people, especially in the detention centers and homes, but she was small and was usually able to outwit her tormentors.
But now she was faced with two cruel clever wardens. She knew it was impossible to put anything past them. She knew it was almost certain that her plan wouldn't work. She also knew that the Sawyers didn't need an excuse to strike out at her.
She hoped that they wouldn't make Gloria tell about the plans. Then Olga and Marge, and perhaps Janet, would be involved too. She dreaded to think what would happen to them if they were enraged, as they surely must have been if they found Gloria with her camera.
She pitied Gloria. Somewhere in the halls and rooms of the building, she knew that the girl was suffering terribly. But there was nothing she could think of doing.
Janet slipped the rubber rod in and out of her cunt. Marge could see that she was getting very hot again, and would certainly reach another orgasm.
Olga was also watching intently. She saw the wide-open lips of Janet's cunt, red and wet, as the long dark tool slipped through them and rubbed along her wet swollen clit. Then the rod disappeared into the depths of her cunt.
Janet was ramming the rod in so far that when it was all the way in her body only a small stub was left outside, in her hand. It was the stub she used to pull the dildo out of her cunt again.
Janet gripped the staff in two hands and began shoveling it into her snatch. Her hips were wide and swiveled around in heat, pumping up hard as the rod bore in.
Marge watched, but found she was not getting hot. She suspected that Olga was getting aroused by the sight of Janet's heat.
Marge could not think about anything but Gloria. Even as she stared at the nude girl writhing on the floor her mind kept falling back on the girl, the girl she knew was trapped somewhere in the building.
Janet screamed as she neared her orgasm. Her hips were bouncing back hard and Marge heard the slap of her nude ass on the floor as she bounced back. The rod sliced noisily through her twat and into her body.
Olga was indeed hot. She started to massage her clit, tweaking it gently between her fingers.
"Come on, Marge," she said, "let's have some more fun."
"I don't think I feel like it," said Marge.
"Oh, shit, I'm coming again," screamed Janet.
"How does it feel?" asked Olga.
"It feels so hard and so long, and so wide," Janet moaned, "and it's so damn wet now. Oh, shit, It's great."
Janet began writhing more and entered her climax. Her cunt sucked in the sliding rod and she twisted around on the floor as she came on the dildo.
By the time she had finished and creamed on the rubber staff, Olga was hot. She took the staff out and lay on the floor as Janet had done, spreading her legs and inserting the dildo.
"Oh, it's wet from your cunt," said Olga.
"And my cream," replied Janet, lying on the rug very satisfied.
Olga now began to stroke the rod, pushing it into her twat and twisting her hips around in the motion of her thrust. Marge could see the rod very wet and shining as it slipped from her cunt and then saw it disappear into her cunt again as she moaned.
"Oh, shit, you're right," said the girl, "It's so long and so wide."
"And so wet," added Janet.
Marge couldn't wait any longer. She decided that no matter what the risk she would go to look for Gloria.
She ran out of the room. Janet thought she was going back to bed and didn't budge. She was enjoying watching Olga fuck herself, listening to the moans of the writhing girl. Olga herself had her eyes closed and didn't even notice that Marge had left.
Marge ran up the stairs. She knew that if she were caught it would be curtains for her. But she would risk it. Besides, she doubted that she would find the girl, and was certain the Sawyers were sleeping. Otherwise they would have already caught Janet and Olga and herself while they were making love in the lounge.
She saw all the doors on the floor closed. The door to the Sawyers' bedroom was shut, and Marge dreaded to think of what would happen if she dared to walk in that room.
She looked in one room, then another, opening the doors as quietly as possible. Even the tiniest creak made her shudder.
She reached the Director's office and hesitated to open the door. Surely Gloria couldn't be in there. Marge was beginning to wonder if they perhaps had a secret hiding place, perhaps even a dungeon, where they could have brought her.
She opened the door and found Gloria on the board. Her first thought was to scream, but she held back. She put her fingers to her mouth to quiet Gloria, who was delighted to see Marge.
"Oh, Marge," she said, "I'm so glad to see you.
"Be quiet," said Marge. "Well have to whisper."
Marge was shocked to see the strange position of the girl.
"That must be horrible," she said.
"You have no idea," said Gloria. "If I could have killed myself I would have done it long ago."
"Oh, don't say that," said Marge. "Can't you hold out until morning?"
"I guess so," said Gloria. "But I can't get anything to eat all day tomorrow."
"Don't worry about it," said Marge. "I'll make sure I slip you some food."
"Can't you get me out of this thing?" asked Gloria.
"But what will the Sawyers say?" asked Marge.
"I don't care," replied Gloria, "just get me out."
Marge looked the board over for a few minutes and then realized she wouldn't be able to release her. She had no idea of where to begin.
"You need the keys to the chains, I guess," she said.
"That's okay," said Gloria. "Just seeing you made me feel better. I can make it."
"I guess they got the camera," said Marge.
"Yeah, they broke it to pieces," said Gloria. "But don't give up yet. We'll get them."
"You mean you haven't lost hope yet?" said Marge.
"I'll never lose hope as long as I'm here and I'm still alive," said Gloria. "I'll never give up trying to get even with them, even if I get out. I'll come back someday and kill them both."
"I'll tell the other that you're okay and we're still going through with the plan," said Marge. "Can you tell it to me?"
"No, but I can tell you that Marilyn is with us," said Gloria.
"And Janet?"
"Yeah, Janet too, as you might have already found out."
"I'll try to talk to Marilyn," said Marge.
"Yes, do," replied the bound girl. "You better get out of here now, I wouldn't want to see you get caught and tortured. They do that sometimes. They make you watch while another girl is beaten and raped."
"I'll see you tomorrow," said Marge.
She left the office and ran down the stairs again. She felt much better. At least she was all right, even if in severe discomfort. Marge made a resolve not to let anything stop her in her attempt to get even with the Sawyers, not even the threat of physical punishment. When she thought of all the pain Gloria must have received already in her stay at the school, she realized how little she had suffered herself. She would have to suffer more, too, before she was released or the Sawyers defeated.
As she came downstairs and passed the lounge, she peeked in to see Olga still ramming the rod into her cunt, Janet watching nearby. Olga still had not come.
But Marge didn't go inside. She walked back to the dorm room and sneaked into her bed.
She fell asleep immediately, torn between misery and the relief of finding Gloria safe.
Her dreams were not pleasant.
CHAPTER FIVE
At breakfast the next morning, all the girls were in the dining room except Gloria. They wondered what had happened to her, but Marge knew where she was.
Marge heard some of the girls talking, and many of them said that Gloria had gotten what she deserved. She had been making trouble for a long time. Marge was surprised to hear such comments, and realized that Gloria was right, they could not trust or count on all of the girls to help in a revolt against the Sawyers. Many of the girls were only interested in staying out of trouble.
Marge spoke with Olga just before class. Olga said that she had come twice the night before, and that after Marge left Janet had helped her come again. She said she had enjoyed making love with the girl very much and would be doing it again soon. Janet, she said, had come three times.
When Marge got into class, she found Gloria on the dunce stool, the sharp point in her cunt and her chest exposed. None of the girls, however, took a poke at her as they walked in the classroom.
Marge winked at Gloria as she passed. She had managed to save two pieces of bread and a banana from breakfast, and would try to give it to Gloria later on. Gloria smiled back at her as if she understood.
The Dean was in a bad mood when she entered the room. She began barking at the girls immediately, and slapped Gloria in the face just for kicks.
Marge did nothing that morning. She didn't want to be the victim of the Dean's rage, which appeared to be greater than usual that morning. Marge knew that the Dean would not cool off until she had punished someone, and one of the girls in the class would sooner or later be her victim.
At lunch the Dean left first, and Marge had her chance. She handed Gloria the bread by holding it in front of her face and letting her chew her way through it. Olga kept watch at the door for the Dean.
Then Marge did the same for the other piece, then held the banana for Gloria and pushed it slowly into her mouth.
"Boy," joked Marge, "I bet you can go down on a cock just like that."
Gloria only smiled, swallowing and biting into the fruit. She was very hungry.
Marge left and took her seat at the table. Olga had to sit apart from her, but Marge told Janet what she had done.
The Dean had said nothing about Gloria in class. All she would say was that she had paid for her disobedience. Many of the girls wondered just what she had done, but none would ask, of course.
After lunch class was the same. The Dean was still furious, and made them all write out long passages from their books. Marge felt sleepy, not having gotten to sleep until late the night before, but fought to stay alert. She didn't want to get caught napping by the angry Dean.
The Dean left the room late in the day, and some of the girls started talking. Marge looked up at the door and saw the Dean running back into the room.
"Who spoke?" she screamed.
The girls were hushed. But the Dean did manage to catch sight of one of the girls speaking, a blonde girl with loose braids and huge tits, Mary. The girl trembled as the Dean glared at her.
"Did you speak?" she demanded.
"No, Ma'am, I swear it," said Mary.
"You lie," screamed the woman. "Come up here."
"Oh, no," said Mary, "I didn't say anything, I swear it."
"I said come here this instant," said the Dean.
The girl was frozen in terror and could not move. One of the other girls, an ugly girl with black hair, picked her out of her seat and started to drag her to the front of the room.
"How dare you not obey me immediately," screamed the woman. "Bring her right here."
Mary was shaking and sobbing as the other girl pushed her up the aisle to the Dean. She held Mary in front of the room, off to the side near her podium.
The Dean stood at the podium and glared at the girl, who had to be held by the other to stay on her feet without fainting in fear.
"You spoke, didn't you?" said the Dean.
"No, I didn't," lied the girl.
The Dean raised her ruler to strike her.
"Tell the truth or I'll beat the shit out of you right now," said the Dean.
"I did, I did," said the girl.
"It's about time you told the truth," said the Dean. "How dare you speak in class."
"I didn't," said the girl, totally confused. She knew she couldn't admit it, but couldn't lie either.
"Vile thing," howled the Dean, swinging down with her ruler and slapping it across the girls' face.
Mary started to cry as she was struck.
"I did, I did," she screamed again.
"First of all you spoke in class," said the woman.
"Secondly, you lied to me, which is worse."
"I'm sorry," said the girl. "I swear I won't do it again."
"But you swore you didn't speak," said the woman. "And that was a lie."
"I'm telling the truth now," said Mary. "I won't ever do it again."
"I don't believe you," said the Dean. "I don't believe any of you. You're all a bunch of liars, and none of you would ever have the decency to admit it."
"But if I admit it you'll beat me," said the girl.
"How dare you talk back," screamed the Dean, slapping her across the face with her open hand. "You've made me furious."
"Oh, please," cried Mary, "don't hurt me."
"Rip her blouse off," the woman told the black-haired girl. "Rip it right open."
The girl did as she was told, and Mary's large breasts swung on her chest as her blouse was pulled open and partly off her shoulders.
"Put your tits on the podium," said the Dean. "We'll see what happens to liars."
The girl put her huge tits over the edge of the podium, so that they lay on the top board like food on a platter.
"You're going to get five smacks," said the woman. "Right on the nipples."
"Oh, don't do that," begged Mary. "It hurts so much."
"That's just why I'm doing it," said the Dean.
The black-haired girl had to hold Mary tight as the Dean lashed out and rammed the hard ruler over her tits. Marge and the other girls could hear the smack of the ruler against her bare skin, and could see her tits quivering from the force of the bow, lying still on top of the podium.
Again the woman struck her, and Mary howled in pain as the ruler stung her nipples. The Dean was accustomed to striking the girls on the tits in just that way, and her aim was true. Each crack struck her right on her large nipples.
Again she struck, then a fourth time. Tears ran down Mary's face as she was held by the girl, her tits red from the blows.
On the last blow the Dean reeled back and struck her with all her might, on the same nipple as the first four blows. Mary screamed in agony and felt a flash of faint shoot through her.
"I'm weak, I'm going to faint," said the girl.
"You bitch," said the Dean. "I still haven't finished with you. I'll show the class what happens to liars."
She grabbed out and took hold of the girls tits, twisting and yanking them around like doorknobs. She brought the girl to her knees as she twisted and Mary crumpled to the floor in pain, the Dean still holding her large tits.
The other girl went back to her seat, and the Dean stood over the fallen girl. Marge pitied her, for she had been the unlucky one to catch the full force of the woman's rage. At least it would be better for the rest of them now.
"Oh, leave me alone, please," wailed the girl, clutching her aching tits when the Dean had at last let them go.
"Stand up," said the Dean.
The girl picked herself up and stood trembling in front of the Dean.
"You fucking bitch," the woman screamed. "You are a liar, aren't you. And a whore. Isn't it true? Say it!"
"I'm not," said Mary.
The Dean grabbed her by the braid, pulling the two strands out from her head until the class thought she would tear her hair out of her head. Then she let go with one hand and pulled the girl to one side hard. As she swung, the Dean smacked her hard, swinging her hand in the opposite direction and catching her full force in the side of the face. It was the hardest smack in the face Marge had ever seen.
The girl dropped to the floor like a load of bricks tossed from a twenty-story building. Her face was red as a beet and her whole head ached from the tremendous blow.
"Oh, oh, my face," she wailed, almost mumbling. Marge wondered if she had had any teeth knocked out.
"Get up," said the Dean.
Mary almost fell down again as she stood up, dizzy from the slap. Her cheek was still red, and Marge thought the sound of the slap was still ringing through the room. Boy, I would hate to get slapped like that, she thought.
On top of everything, Mary was embarrassed. She knew every eye in the room was on her, and she was partly nude.
"Take off your clothes," said the Dean. "Strip down to the panties."
The girl trembled and her knees went weak.
"Please, don't make me," said Mary.
"Do it or I'll slap the other cheek," screamed the Dean.
The girl peeled off her blouse and revealed her large, turgid tits, quivering from their weight and from her fear. Then she pulled down her skirt and stood in her panties.
Marge could see that she was very embarrassed. She wanted to hide her body from the class, but there was, of course, nowhere to hide.
"You're going on the dunce stool," said the Dean.
"Oh, no," said the girl, falling back against the blackboard as she almost fainted in terror.
Marge was delighted to hear that Gloria would be taken off the stool. Marge could imagine how painful it must have been.
The Dean untied her and threw her away from the stool.
"Sit down in your seat, you cheap bitch," she barked. "And you, come here."
Mary almost crawled on her knees over to the woman.
"Oh, please, I beg you, please, don't, please, I beg you, don't do it," she wailed.
"Get up and stop whimpering," said the Dean. "You'll have to take your punishment."
The girl got up and the Dean picked her up to place her on the stool. As soon as she had sat, and felt the sharp edge of the stool in her ass crack and her cunt, she screamed.
All the Dean had to do to shut her up was to raise her hand and threaten another smack in the face. Mary stopped crying immediately.
The Dean tied her hands behind her back tightly, and the girl was left helpless on the stool.
The Dean spit in her face, then smacked her twice again, then spit one more time in disgust. The girl whimpered, but as soon as the Dean turned at her she shut up.
"I don't want to hear a peep from you," said the woman. "If you disturb the class I'll smack you around again."
She went back to the desk, and Mary was quiet.
"I want every girl to punish Mary on the way out, understand?" said the woman. "If I see anyone pass her by, they'll be in her place tomorrow."
The girls were perfectly quiet for the rest of the afternoon. Everyone now knew how annoyed the woman was.
Once during a lull, the Dean walked over and picked up the girl's tits. She made Mary suck on her own nipple just for fun. This seemed to amuse the woman and she laughed at the humiliated girl before leaving her to her misery again.
After class the girls began to file out of the room. As each one passed Mary, they jabbed at her with rulers and pencils. By the time Marge and Olga reached her, her body was marked from the pencil points, and she was stifling her sobs.
Marge hated to do it, but jabbed at her with the end of the ruler. She didn't do it hard, but hard enough to escape punishment herself. Olga did the same. Now they thought they understood better how the girls could come to beat each other after a long stay at the school. Marge realized it was the first time she had struck a girl there. But, of course, she had no choice in the matter.
At dinner Marge could not speak with Gloria. She had to wait until eight o'clock, when the girls were allowed in the lounge. She found Gloria talking with Olga when she entered with Terry.
Terry had hardly said a word since coming to the home. But Marge had run into her that afternoon on the way to dinner and she told Marge she hated the school and the Sawyers, and would like to see them dead. Those were strong words coming from a timid girl like Terry.
Marge had decided to bring her along to the lounge that night. She had no friends, and nothing to do, and Marge was sure she would never rat on them. She was certainly one of the girls they could trust.
Janet joined the small circle on the corner of the lounge, near the spot where the three girls had made love the night before. Marilyn joined them, and the six gathered around to listen to Gloria. Fortunately, the Dean was not in the room that night, and they could at least talk freely in a whisper.
"I'm glad to see you safe," said Marge.
"It's over now," said Gloria. "But I won't forget that, ever. I want to get even right now."
"What's the plan?" asked Olga.
"Well, the first thing we have to do is split up the Dean and the Director," said Gloria.
"How can we do that?" said Marge. "That's impossible."
"No, it's not," said Gloria. "Not if my plan works."
"Tell us more," said Janet.
"One of us has to go seduce the Director," said Gloria. "Hopefully we can catch them fucking and split them up. That horny bastard couldn't refuse, and his wife will be mad at him for days."
"And at the girl," said Olga.
"Sure, but that's the sacrifice we'll have to make," said Gloria.
"What next?" asked Marge.
"A few of us will have to go with the Dean," said Gloria. "We'll have to really show her a good time, with a couple of damn good fucks. Then her husband will be mad at her."
"So what?" said Olga. "They'll just take everything out on us."
"True," said Gloria. "But I've seen it happen before. When they get mad at each other they separate and stay hidden for days. We can run wild while they're mad and out of the way."
"What will that accomplish?" asked Olga.
"We can escape," said Gloria. "Or at least one of us. They won't notice for a while, and won't be prepared for the police when they arrive, like they always are when they find out a girl has escaped."
"I understand," said Marge. "That's great."
"It sure is," said Janet. "The cops will find out just what's going on here, and we'll all get out."
"Right," said Gloria. "I'll volunteer to be the one to escape, even though if I get caught it'll be the end of me. But you all will have to be the ones to seduce them."
"Couldn't seduce him," said Janet. "He knows I'm a lesbian and will suspect me right away."
"Me too," said Marilyn."
"He'll suspect me too," said Olga. "He knows me and Marge hate him."
"I'll do it," said Terry.
The girls were shocked. The quiet girl who had hardly said a word in weeks would try to seduce the Director?
"You think you can do it?" asked Gloria.
"I can seduce anyone," said Terry. "Believe me, I have the experience,"
"You'll do it then?" asked Marge.
"Sure, I'm horny anyway," said Terry. "I'm used to getting fucked twice a day. By the time I get to him I'll be so hot I won't have to act at all."
"Great," said Marge. "It's settled."
"What about the Dean?" asked Gloria.
"I'll do that," said Janet.
"Me too," said Marilyn. "That'll be fun."
"Then we might as well start things going right away," said Gloria. "I can't take this place another minute."
"What comes first?" asked Marge.
"Terry will go to their bedroom tonight," said Gloria. "They usually fuck at about nine o'clock, right after bedtime. You'll have to be ready for anything, Terry. The Dean will be furious."
"What should I do?" asked the girl.
"Just start seducing him right away," said Gloria. "Start stripping or something. Tell him you're too hot to handle and want to suck his cock and fuck him, Anything at all. He'll fall for it, believe me."
"And the Dean?" asked Terry.
"She'll be mad," said Gloria, "but if he's hot enough he'll make her lay off. Then you fuck him and she'll leave furious."
"Great," said Marilyn. "And tomorrow night me and Janet will do our thing."
"Right," said Gloria. "Maybe by the next day I can be out of here and get some help."
"I'll go up there tonight," said Terry. The girls turned their heads to see the Dean standing in the doorway.
"We better be quiet," said Gloria. "Terry, go up there at nine."
"Okay, wish me luck," said Terry.
The girls broke up into smaller groups as the Dean stared at them. She didn't like more than one or two girls talking to each other, since she was always on the look-out for plots.
The girls acted as if nothing were going on for the rest of the hours. As nine o'clock rolled around, they followed the maid back into the dorm room and climbed into bed. The Dean had disappeared shortly before nine.
"Do you think they'll be fuckin?" asked Marge after the lights were out, as Janet sat on her bed.
"Of course," said Janet. "He's a horny bastard, and she can't get enough of that huge cock of his. Sure, they're fucking right now."
Terry was at that moment climbing the stairs to the top floor. She was very nervous, as can be expected, and had her whole strategy worked out. She was wearing only her panties and bra, and looked quite attractive with her long blonde hair loosely combed.
Meanwhile, the Dean was stripping for action. The man, as always, stared in awe of her tits, those incredible mounds he loved so much. He saw her nipples erect already and knew that she was hot.
"Come on, baby," he said. "I want to suck on your tits."
"I want to suck on your cock," she said, pulling down her panties and revealing her dense bush. The man was already naked and she saw his huge cock stiff and throbbing. He was hot too.
"Hurry," said the man. "I can't wait to feel your mouth on my cock."
"And I can't wait to suck it," she replied. She dove on the bed and embraced him, his cock pressed against her bare thigh. Her tits swung wildly and the man immediately bent down and began sucking.
He took the long erect nipple in his mouth and sucked so hard her tit was sucked into his mouth. She giggled in delight as the man licked wildly around her nipple and squeezed her other tit with his hand.
She ran her hand along his smooth hairless chest and down over his belly to his rod. She brushed it as she continued down on to his thigh and felt it hot and stiff.
She ran her hand along his thigh smoothly and slowly, almost reaching his crotch, but not quite, almost teasing him.
"Come on, baby," he gasped, "go down."
She slipped her hand over the taut staff of his cock and gripped it tight in her hand. He winced as she began to rub the head and then fingered his taut balls, juggling them in her hand and then shooting a finger out and along his divide to probe for his asshole.
The man squealed in delight when she bent over to suck him. She blew her hot breath on his cock and held the stiff pole in the air, but did not go down on it.
"Oh, suck it, suck it now," he moaned.
Still she blew her hot breath over his staff and felt his balls quivering.
"Please, now," he gasped.
She placed her lips around the swollen head and sucked hard, then licked around the rim and sucked again.
"Go down, baby, go down HARD!" he screamed.
She plunged and the man gasped in delight. Her lips were smooth and wet as they glided over his staff and went right down to the balls.
She began rising and falling, and the man started to pant in excitation. He fondled her tits and then pulled her hard around so that her legs straddled his head.
He found her cunt lips wet and hot as he parted them with his fingers and worked one digit in and out. He could feel her trembling as he blew on her pussy, rubbing her tender pink clit in his fingers.
"Suck, oh, please suck hard," she moaned.
He parted the lips as far as they would go and licked once along the length of her twat. She winced and let out a loud moan, closing her legs around his head and locking him in.
He placed his lips on her cunt and sucked, tasting the sweet juices of her pussy and feeling her clit throbbing against his lips. He took the tiny morsel in his lips and sucked hard, and she screamed loudly.
"Oh, that's it, do it, don't stop now," she howled.
The man felt her wet lips down on his root, then her tongue lapping at his balls. He felt the wetness of her lips gliding up his staff and then felt her warm tongue lick out around his head before she plunged again.
He sucked furiously on her cunt, making sure her clit was between his lips. He parted the vulva wide and shot his tongue deep into her snatch as she howled again.
She began to tremble violently and scream, her hips twirling around in heat. The man licked deep into her cunt, sucking out the juices, but still tickling her clit with his lips.
He feared his wife would come before he had a chance to stick his cock in her cunt. But he couldn't stop her now, not while her lips were working so hard on his cock and her tongue was swirling madly around his cock.
She started to gasp and entered her orgasm with a howl. Her whole body shook and she bucked so hard the bed creaked loudly.
The man could not stop now. He knew she was cresting, and made extra effort to shoot his tongue deep into her cunt, pulling the clit out with his wet lips.
When she had finished, she released her legs and he pulled his head out. She stopped sucking on his cock as she felt her heat wane.
"Boy, that was something," she sighed.
"What about me?" he asked.
"Give me a minute to catch my breath," she said. "Then I'll get hot again and take care of you."
"But I'm hot as hell now," he said. Terry was outside the door listening. She decided it was the right time to enter the room and confront the man.
The woman climbed on top of the man, who was lying back on the back, cock pointing in the air. She sat down on him and smiled at him, teasingly.
"Come on, baby," he said. "I want it now. Please, suck my cock."
"I said wait," she replied. "Your cock isn't going away."
Terry stepped into the room and stood in the doorway.
"I'll suck your cock," she said. "Please, let me suck it, I'll suck it so hard and so long you won't believe it."
Before the stunned couple could react, she slipped her panties down and off and then undid the clasp of her bra, pulling the cups off and letting her tits dangle freely.
The woman was horrified. She sat on top of the man, eyes glued on the girl that had the nerve to enter their bedroom. The man, however, appeared to be interested, and was smiling.
"Come on," said Terry. "I want to suck your cock right now."
"Get out of here," said the Dean. "How dare you."
"Please," said Terry, "I want to suck your cock."
"What are you doing in here?" asked the woman.
"I felt like fucking," said the girl. "I think it's a good thing for the girls to make love with their Director. I want to please him."
"Get out of here," screamed the Dean.
"Wait a minute," said the man. "I agree with her. I think it's a very good thing for the girls to get to know their Director. Besides, I could use a good blow-job now that you won't give it to me."
"But I will," said the woman.
"I'll do it better," said Terry.
"I'll tear you apart," said the woman.
The man held her back as she tried to leap at Terry.
"I said leave her alone," the man said.
"Well, if that's the way it is, go fuck yourself," she snarled.
The Dean got up from the bed and grabbed some clothes, then walked past Terry to the door. On the way past she spit in the girl's face.
"I'll get even with you both," she scowled.
"Leave her alone," the man said, hot and bothered.
The woman slammed the door shut behind her. Terry removed the bra and walked to the man, her tits quivering and her ass cheeks shaking. The man stared at her dense blonde bush with lust.
"Let's go," he said. "I can't wait."
"I'll make you happy," she smiled.
The man lay back in the bed, his cock stiff and hot. Terry climbed into the bed and the man reached out to grab her tits.
He fondled her firm young breasts, a pleasant change from his wife's incredible mounds. He felt her nipples getting taut and saw her close her eyes.
"I'm hot as hell," she murmured.
"So am I," he replied.
"Lie back and I'll take good care of you," she said.
But the man was too anxious. He ran his hand over her tits and pinched her nipples, and the girl winced in a hot agitation.
"Shit, are you hot," he said.
"You bet your ass," Terry replied, pressing his warm body close and squeezing him tight.
The man ran his hand down her smooth white back and over the soft mounds of her ass. He spread the cheeks and ran his finger along her ass.
"Oh, stick it in," she gasped.
The man inserted his finger in her asshole and screwed it in. The girl screamed in delight and started breathing very heavy.
The man ran his other hand over her tits and pinched her nipples again, his finger slipping in and out of her asshole. She squealed in delight and grabbed his head, shooting her tongue around his ear and catching the lobe in her lips. Then she shot her tongue into his ear.
With her mouth close to his ear, the man could hear her whispering softly.
"Oh, give it to me," she gasped, "Oh, I want it hard and I want it hot, and I want it right now."
The man felt his heart beating madly. He enjoyed making love with a hot girl, and his wife often did not show her heat.
She licked all over his ear and left it wet and shining. Then she licked down over his neck and to his nipple, leaving it wet also.
The man also began to pant as she licked down over his belly and around in his navel, then continued along the narrow black line of hair that ran from his belly into his black bush.
When she reached the bush she blew on his cock and sucked a wad of hair into her mouth. The man could feel her cheeks brush his cock once and moaned.
"Oh, suck it," he said.
She held the cock in her hand and blew on the tip.
"Oh, shit, go down," he screamed.
She placed her lips around his head and plunged without delay to the root. When she reached the base she sucked even harder and shot her tongue out to catch his balls.
She cupped her hand under his sac and let it slide up over his cock. Then she cupped the balls again and this time went the other way, to his hairy ass.
He spread his legs and she licked along the divide to his ass crack. She flipped him over hard and spread the cheeks of his ass, then licked once along the length of his crack, leaving it wet and dewy.
The drops of saliva were caught in his hair like dew on a spider web, glistening lightly in the faint light. She shot her tongue along the crack again, then spread his cheeks wide and saw his red asshole.
She spread the folds of the hole apart and shot her tongue in, and the man screamed at the top of his lungs. He felt her nimble, wet tongue slice into his ass and her lips start to suck out his juices.
She rimmed him furiously, licking his ass clean and leaving it sparkling. Her tongue wormed far into his asshole, and she worked until she was sure it was spotless.
Then she cupped her lips over the asshole and sucked hard. The man squealed in ecstasy. She let her tongue lick out again and then slipped it over the crack and along his divide.
She licked over the sac, then around each ball, carefully fondling it with her lips. Then she licked up the seam of his cock and around the rim of his swollen head.
"Oh, shit," he howled, "this is fantastic."
She pointed his cock straight up in the air and placed her lips around the cap. She could feel the blood pulsing through the head and making the staff pulse wildly as well.
"Go down, please," he sighed.
She plunged again, right to the root, but did not rise until she had sucked on his cock at the root for a few moments. When she finally rose and licked around the head again, the man was already feeling the gism creeping into his staff.
He began pumping with his hips to drive the rod further into her mouth. Terry felt the hot tip burning against the back of her mouth as she sucked, and let her tongue whirl around the staff as she rose and fell.
Her tongue was always active; when she reached the top she used it to lick along the rim of his red cap; when she had plunged she used it to lap at his taut balls; when she rose and fell she twirled it furiously around his staff, leaving the whole rod wet and hot.
The man looked down and saw the girl's red wet lips sliding up slowly along the length of his long cock. The fat tool filled her mouth and he could see that she had to open her mouth all the way to fit it in.
He could see the saliva glistening on his staff and head, and then saw the staff slowly disappear into her mouth again, her breath suddenly hot on his bush.
She felt his soft bush bristling against her lips as she reached the root. She knew he was well on his way to a climax, and sucked harder and harder.
When the cock was engorged with come and she knew he was about to spurt, she took her mouth away and held the rod in her hand. It pulsed like never before in her hand, ready to spurt but not yet shooting, the gism filling and swelling the head.
She teased him by licking once at its head, and the cock tensed again. She began playing a game, waiting until the cock just got loose again, then licking and watching it get tense and almost spurt. She had to be careful not to go too far and have him dump his load.
The man was screaming. It felt as if it were all one long orgasm, with the come in the tip of his cock ready and almost shooting, but not quite. Each time she licked around the head again, the cock got tense and he was sure it would spurt, but she held it still and the stiffness passed. Then she licked again, and the whole thing started over again.
His gism remained in his head for a long time, longer than ever before. Every muscle in his body was tense, as if in the throes of orgasm, but his cock remained full and hot, wider and fuller than ever.
She licked once and saw the staff tense, then licked it again to bring out his come. The man howled in ecstasy.
"I'm coming," he winced.
She saw the cock engorge again, and just at the last second opened her mouth and slipped it down over the length of his staff, plunging the shaft in the warmth of her mouth.
The man howled as he felt her wet mouth slip down and then his cock erupted in her mouth with an incredible spurt that splashed into the back of her mouth.
The man shot his come in long slow spurts, emptying his balls to the dregs. He shot again and again, the cock tensing and relaxing slightly with each spurt.
When he had finished, she licked around his cock and left it clean and sparkling. Then she slipped it out of her mouth and lay down on the bed.
"I'm still hot," she moaned.
"I don't believe it," he said. "That was the best blow-job I ever got. I have a weakness for good blow-jobs."
The girl stirred in heat next to him.
"I don't believe it, but I still feel hot," he said.
"Then please me," she said.
The man spread her legs wide and picked up her hips, holding her up by the ass. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her buttocks and he rose from the bed from waist down, her head and back still on the mattress.
Her legs were around him as he knelt up on the bed. He parted the lips of her cunt and saw them very wet, almost too wet. Her clit was very large and throbbed visibly with her agitation.
He spread the lips as far apart as possible and then shot his tongue in.
"Oh, shit, that's it," she gasped. "Do it, do it now."
He sucked on her clit, and she winced and began shaking on the bed, her eyes closed and her head twisting back and forth, her blonde hair shaking over her face and shoulders. The man watched her face as he sucked on her clit, and reached down to fondle her tits and erect nipples.
His tongue was wet as he slipped it in and out. He sucked with all his might on the slit of her cunt, then reached in between the lips and spread her vulva apart, shooting the tongue now right into her cunt, worming it in deep.
The girl screamed loudly and trembled with heat. The man found her cunt very wet and tasted the juices pouring into his mouth. Her clit beat like a tiny heart as he picked it up between his lips and sucked.
She howled each time the tongue slipped into her cunt and twirled around.
"Oh, do it like that," she moaned. "I feel it coming on, real soon."
The man felt the water of her cunt pouring into his mouth like a waterfall. He drank greedily, sucking harder and harder on her lips and clit.
He let his finger slip down to her ass and parted the cheeks to insert a finger. He screwed it around and worked it in until his knuckle was touching her buttocks.
"Oh, shit," she gasped, "that's great. More."
The man spread the asshole further and now used two fingers, working them in and out faster.
"Shit, I can't stand it," she shrieked. "Oh, faster."
The man thought of adding another finger, but kept the two working furiously on her asshole while his tongue wormed ever further into her snatch. He felt his cock stiff again, his heat fanned by the sight of her mad excitement.
"Oh, suck hard, suck!" she howled. "I'm coming."
The man sucked on her cunt until he thought she was about to enter her orgasm. Then he dropped her to the bed and started to mount her.
But Terry glanced down and saw his fat tool was again hard. She pushed him back on the bed and climbed on top of him, her legs straddling his body and her ass coming down on his belly and thighs.
She rose and opened her hot cunt lips. The man could see the juices dripping from her cunt onto his bush as she dipped down and inserted the head of his cock between her cunt lips.
"Down, baby, down!" he shouted.
She teasingly swirled her hips around and twisted his staff in her body. The man was very eager to feel her cunt around his cock.
"Now!" she screamed, plunging down and bouncing her ass into his thighs. His cock slipped right up into her cunt and his bush touched her ass as her cunt came over the rod.
She remained sitting on his body, impaled by his fat cock. She rose and fell as the man started to pump back.
He looked down and saw his cock wet as she rose to the head and twisted her hips around. His cock was bent and torn by her movements but he howled in delight.
Then he saw her cunt slip over the staff again and the rod disappear into her body. Her cunt was very warm and so wet he felt it was in water, hot water.
She rose and fell quickly now, and the man could not believe that he again felt his gism stirring in his balls, creeping toward his immersed staff. He pumped faster and faster to push his cock in and out and drive his gism ever faster into the staff.
She bounced against him, the sound of her ass slapping against his body loud and mingling with her pants and moans.
"Oh, shit, I'm almost there," she gasped. "Pump, pump hard."
Her tits quivered and shook violently as her body rose and fell on his. The man felt his cock swelling again with gism and pumped with all his might, grabbing out and cupping his hands over her warm tits.
She screamed as she felt her orgasm beginning, his thick cock filling her cunt and his heat thrilling her. She rose and fell as quickly as possible as she started to cream on his cock.
The man felt her whole body trembling and her voice cracking as she crested, her arms and tits flailing around savagely. He pumped hard and his cock swelled, then erupted for a second time, this time in her cunt.
She felt her cunt filling with hot come as she just started to slow down. But she kept rising and falling like a puppet to please the man.
He emptied his balls again and then also started to slow down. When they were both finished she sat on top of him, his cock buried in her body. He lay back, feeling the warmth of her snatch around his satisfied staff, her soft ass on his hips. He let go of her tits and sighed in relief.
"That was fantastic," the man said.
"I haven't even gotten warmed up yet," she smiled. "Wait till I really show you what I can do."
"I'm bushed," he said.
The girl would not take no for an answer. She grabbed his clean limp rod and began massaging it, but it did not swell.
She fingered his balls and even sucked on the rod again, but he could not get another erection. She lay on the bed and spread the lips of her cunt to masturbate, hoping perhaps that would arouse the man.
He watched her rub her clit and then slip four fingers in and out of her cunt. But the man could not get hot. He knew she wanted more.
The girl glanced over at the man's cock again, but it was limp. She was disappointed. She stopped masturbating.
"What's the matter with you?" she asked.
"There's only one thing that can get me hot now," he replied.
"What's that?" she asked.
"You want to try it?" he asked.
"Sure, anything goes," she replied.
"You'll be sorry you said that," he laughed.
The man jumped from the bed and locked the door. Then he went to a drawer and took out a long spiked pole.
"Oh no, not that," she moaned.
"This will tickle your fancy, I'm sure," he laughed. "And I'll get hot too."
The pole was about an inch in diameter and six inches long. But it had only about six U-nails sticking out along the length of the wood staff.
The man jumped back on the bed, and the girl screamed in fright. She was prepared to do anything for the cause, but now she felt he was going too far.
"Please, let's just fuck," she said.
"No, I can't get hot anymore," he replied. "I want to see you scream in agony."
"Please," she whimpered, "I'll suck you all night."
"No, I want to do this," he replied. "Stick it in, or I'll do it myself."
The girl howled and leaped from the bed. She ran to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. The man roared with laughter.
"There's no way out," he said.
The girl screamed and banged on the door, and the man jumped from the bed and ran at her. He threw her to the floor and sat on her, facing her feet. He pushed apart her legs as she squirmed madly and tried to push him off.
"No, let me up, please," she screamed.
"Stay still," he warned.
The girl began to dig her nails into his back, and the man turned and smacked her face.
"I said stay still or I'll beat the shit out of you," he snapped.
The girl tried to close her legs, but the man held them open and spread the lips of her cunt. The U-nails were arranged in such a way that the pole would slip in easily without hurting her, the rounded end first. But once the rod was in her cunt, she would not be able to pull it out without tearing her skin apart.
The man slipped the pole smoothly into her snatch, then got off her. She jumped to her feet.
"Go ahead, pull it out," he laughed.
The girl gave the pole a light tug and screamed in pain as the nails started to tear into her cunt.
"I don't think you should do that," he said. "Unless you want to tear your cunt apart."
"How am I going to get this thing out?" she asked.
"That's your problem," he replied. "Of course, I can pull it out for you if you want."
"Please don't," she cried. "Oh, what am I going to do? Please help me."
"You aren't going to get fucked, I can tell you that," he laughed.
"I can't sleep with this thing like this," she said.
"I guess I'll have to pull it out," he said, running at her.
She screamed bloody murder as he chased her around the room. He caught her in the corner and grabbed the end of the pole, which was sticking out of her cunt lips.
"No, don't!" she shrieked.
The man yanked the pole and pulled it right out of her cunt. It was bloody when he had slipped it out and she fell to the floor in agony.
"Oh, my cunt is ruined," she cried.
The man picked her up and threw her on the bed. She was shaking with fear and pain, and blood was trickling out of her cunt.
The man saw the cunt wet with blood and his cock began to rise immediately.
"There we go," he said, watching it spring up on his belly.
When the cock was stiff, he jumped on her and inserted it in her cunt.
"Doesn't that feel better?" he asked.
"My cunt hurts," she wailed.
The man started fucking her savagely. Each thrust of his wide cock made her scream in pain as the staff ripped along her cunt flesh.
The sight and sound of the girl writhing in agony as he fucked her made the man very hot. He pumped wildly in and out and felt his cock filling with gism already. He was as hot as a liquefied diamond.
The girl was screaming and convulsing as he came in her cunt, but the soothing hot gism felt good on her sore red flesh. He emptied his balls for the third and last time, then lay on the bed satisfied.
"Get out of here," he said. "I'll be seeing you again very soon."
The girl was in pain, but glad that her ordeal was over, she grabbed her bra and panties and bolted from the room as soon as the man had opened the door for her.
She found the other already asleep. She was glad in a way,
She found the others already asleep. She was glad in a way. Her cunt was sore, and still bleeding. The red fluid dribbled out of her cunt lips diluted with his gism.
She lay on the bed. She was at least glad that her heat had been cooled, for she had to have a steady diet of cock to keep her happy.
Meanwhile the man lay on his bed, very satisfied. That bitch was something else, he thought. She was the sexiest, hottest thing in ages. She was hotter than a Phoenix afternoon. His wife was furious about wild love and he was already looking forward to it.
But I'll have to get together with that little bitch again, he said to himself. She sure gives a great blow-job.
CHAPTER SIX
Marge was dying to hear from Terry just what had happened the night before. But, of course, she couldn't get a chance in the morning. They were watched by the Dean who was obviously furious, all the way to the dining room and then to the classroom.
The Dean stayed in the class all morning and no one said a word. It was apparent that something had happened to make her furious, but only Marge and the others in the small circle of plotters knew what it was.
Finally at lunch Marge heard the story. Janet talked to Terry on the line and Janet told Marge that Terry's mission had been a complete success. The Dean and Director were furious with each other.
Marge made sure she did not arouse the wrath of the woman that day. She knew she was looking to take out her rage on one of the girls, but they knew enough by now not to fool around with her when she was angry.
That night Marge met with Gloria and the rest of the girls in the lounge. Again they were lucky, for the woman did not appear in the lounge while they spoke. The girls assumed she was hassling with her husband.
"Things are working out fine," said Gloria. "We're almost there."
"Yes," said Terry, "I know she's mad as hell at him."
"But I've seen this happen before," said Gloria. "He'll be horny again tonight and he'll look for her. They'll make up unless we can get his goat too. That's our next step. We have to get him and her too."
"How can we do that?" asked Olga. "He doesn't mind when she makes it with the girls."
"We'll have to play it just right," said Gloria. "As a matter of fact, we'll have to work fast. Right about now they're together and he's probably trying to make up and get some of her snatch. If we can break them up now, he'll be furious."
"How can we break them up?" asked Marge.
"Two girls will have to seduce her," said Gloria. "She'll go along, I think, just to spite him."
"Janet and Marilyn will go," said Marge.
"No, that's no good," said Gloria. "She knows she can get them any time. She might refuse. We'll have to send someone she is surprised to see. It'll get her, believe me."
"That means only one person," said Olga.
"I know," said Gloria. "I'll have to go. I don't want to. As a matter of fact, I dread it, but if my plan works out, I can be out of here tonight. Once I'm gone I'll walk down to the nearest town, about four miles, and send help."
"I hope everything goes well," said Marge. "I can't stand this fuckin' place another day."
"Well, I'm ready," said Gloria. "Marilyn and I will go there now. You make believe everything is normal, and go to bed. If I find out they won't speak to one another, I'll come right down and tell you."
"Good luck," said Marge.
The rest of the girls hung around in the lounge until nine o'clock. At nine they promptly went to bed as usual, without the guidance of the Dean, who, they assumed, was occupied with the two girls.
She was, in fact, occupied. Marilyn and Gloria had played their cards just right. The sneaked up the stairs to the top floor and saw the Director's bedroom door open. They came down the hallway and they could hear them arguing.
"You're still mad about that bitch?" he said. "Come on, it was all in fun."
"You wouldn't like it if I did it to you," said the woman.
"I wouldn't mind," he said.
"I bet," she replied. "You had some nerve."
"Come on," he insisted. "I'm hot as hell. Don't be like that. Come on, let's fuck."
"I don't know," she said.
"She's weakening," said Marilyn. "We better go in now."
"No," said Gloria. "Wait one minute and let him get good and hot."
They were standing right at the door to the bedroom. They heard the bed creak and then the man say again, "Come on. Let's fuck. I'm hot, I told you. Don't be like that. Come on. I'll tell you what, I'll suck you real nice."
"I really shouldn't," the woman replied.
"Let's go in," said Gloria.
The two girls stepped into the room and stood in the doorway. The man was shocked, and the woman was puzzled.
"What are you doing here?" screamed the woman.
"We came to see you, Dean," said Gloria. "We're sorry about all the things we did and we want to make it up to you."
"Get out of here," said the man.
"Wait," his wife replied. "What do you have in mind, girls?"
"You know," said Marilyn. "We'll really make you happy."
"Get out, I say," the man howled.
"Shut up," his wife then said. "Might want to speak to them."
"I know what you want to do with them," the man said. "They've got some nerve."
"I thought you said you wouldn't be mad," the woman smiled.
"I'm not mad," the man raged, "I'm just horny."
"We'll make you VERY happy," said Gloria.
"What's happened to you?" asked the woman.
"I've changed my ways," said Gloria. "From now on I just want to make my Dean happy."
"Well, isn't that great?" said the woman.
"I don't care what it is," said the man. "I want them out. I'll take care of you. I told you I'd give you a good suck."
"We'll give you two sucks," said the girls.
The woman was obviously undecided. She wanted the girls, that was plain to see, but didn't really want to anger her husband. Gloria had to work fast.
"Come on," she said, "let's go. Marilyn and me are hot too."
"I'll wring their necks," screamed the man, jumping from the bed and darting at them.
"Stop!" said the woman. "Leave them alone. How dare you threaten them after they've come up here to make me happy. You've made me angry. After all you did to me last night you've got some nerve to be angry with me for doing the same thing."
"Now, I'm mad," the Director hissed. "You can go fuck yourself, I don't care. Just stay away from me from now on, understand?"
"Fine," the woman replied, "and you keep away from me."
"Fuck you," the man snarled on his way to the door.
Gloria winked at Marilyn as the man left in a huff. There was no doubt that the man and woman would not be speaking to one another for a long time. Whenever that happened, Gloria knew, they slept in separate bedrooms, and neither would leave for anything, in fear of running into one another and having to work together.
The door slammed and the three women were left alone in the room. The Dean was still dressed, as were the girls.
"Well, girls," said the Dean, "you said you wanted to make me happy. I'm waiting."
Marilyn started to undress, pulling her blouse over her wild blonde hair and revealing her firm young tits. Then she peeled off her pants and stood in the door with her panties, thin and tight around her wide tan hips.
Gloria started to undress and the woman took special note of her. The Dean loved to fool around with a girl who once scorned her. It was her final victory to see the girl her slave, trying only to make her happy.
Gloria's tits were about as large as Marilyn's and her blonde hair, tied into two braids on the side, was not in the way, like Marilyn's, of her white shoulders. She peeled off her blouse and pants and then her panties, much to the woman's delight.
"I can see you don't want to waste any time," said the Dean.
Gloria stood next to the bed stark naked. Her bush was light and sparse, and her red cunt lips gleamed under the light down of blonde hair.
The Dean stood up next to the bed to undress. She undressed slowly and carefully, obviously proud of her body.
Her tits swung like lanterns in the wind as she removed her bra and blouse. The nipples were large and pink, already taut in anticipation.
She took off her pants and the girls peered into her dense bush, hiding her wide cunt lips. She swung her waist to make her tits quiver, and Marilyn stared at her with lust. Gloria, however, had to try to make herself look interested.
"Come, let's get started," the woman said.
She sat on the bed, and Marilyn walked toward her. She gripped Marilyn around the waist as she stood next to the bed and kissed Marilyn's thighs, softly, and gently, her tongue then working up past her cunt to her navel.
Marilyn embraced the woman and they lay down on the bed together. Gloria sat on the bed and started to caress the woman's legs as she lay out next to the other blonde.
The woman stretched out on the bed to let the girls work her over. She spread her legs as Marilyn ran her hand along the insides of her thigh and into the heat of her bush.
Gloria caressed her thighs and ran her tongue along the hot skin almost up to her cunt, but stopped short each time. Marilyn bent over and began sucking on the woman's massive tits, licking around the rim of the wide nipples.
The woman was hot. Her body rose and fell in heat and she began to moan. Marilyn started to lick downwards to her snatch.
Gloria pushed apart the woman's legs further to allow Marilyn to get at her cunt. Marilyn spread the lips of her cunt apart with her fingers as she neared the cunt with her lips, then lapped along the woman's wide lips with her tongue. The Dean winced in pleasure as she felt the wet tongue lapping along and catching her large swollen clit.
Gloria moved to her tits and took them both in her hand. She pressed on together and pushed the nipple out far, then licked along the rim and finally sucked the nipple into her mouth.
The woman was very hot and reached out to caress Marilyn's cunt as the blonde worked on her snatch. Her lips were spread far apart and her clit beat like a tiny heart, pulsing with blood and heat and excitement as Marilyn licked into her snatch and sucked out the warm juices.
Marilyn sucked furiously and Gloria could hear the sound of her mouth working loudly on her cunt, drinking the juices, gasping for air, mingling with the panting of the woman as she rose toward her climax.
Gloria was sucking on the woman's tits, licking around the nipples and squeezing the tits softly in her hand. She could feel that the woman was rising toward a mighty climax.
All of a sudden the woman pushed Marilyn away to stop her orgasm. She sat on the bed and her eyes were still closed in heat.
Marilyn lay down next to her, facing her dangling legs.
She spread her legs wide and the Dean ran her hand over the smooth mounds of her young tits. She squeezed Marilyn's nipples once or twice, then slid down to her crotch, slipping her hand under the rim of her panties and into the heat of her tender bush, sliding one finger in and out of her cunt.
Gloria lay down on the bed as the woman gripped one of her own tits in her hand, juggling the loose flesh of her breasts with the hand cupped underneath. Gloria bent over and put her lips to the nipple, sucking softly and licking around the tip with her tongue.
The woman's finger slipped easily in and out of the girl's cunt, her cunt watering over the probing digit. She started to pump her hips up in the rhythm of the woman's strokes, and Gloria began sucking on the other tit as once again the woman began to breathe heavily.
The woman lay back on the bed and pulled Gloria's nude body down on top of her. She embraced her and thrust her bush up at Gloria. The girl felt her wet cunt lips caressed by the wetter, wider lips of the woman, and the hands of the woman on her ass, spreading the cheeks and slipping her finger along the crack of her ass.
"Suck me, Marilyn," said the Dean.
Marilyn lay between Gloria's legs and the Dean spread her own legs wide to open her cunt lips for Marilyn.
As the girl bent down, she found only part of the woman's cunt exposed to her. Her lips were parted and the water moistened her bush. She began licking furiously, sucking in the juices and letting her tongue lap back and forth between the two cunts.
Gloria was delighted to feel Marilyn's tongue on her snatch. Both women began grinding their crotches against one another, their legs spread wide, their cunts touching and both caressed furiously by the other girl between their legs.
The woman was once again rising toward her climax. Even Gloria felt herself getting very hot, and started to buck her hips in genuine heat and not mock excitement. The tongue that was working on their cunts was delicate and probing, light and wet, and very warm. Marilyn was on fire.
The woman began rocking the bed violently as she neared her end, embracing Gloria tightly and groaning with each thrust of her hips. Gloria found herself nearing an orgasm too, and began thrusting her hips back harder and harder.
Marilyn caught her breath and dove back in for the final time, licking first the Dean, then Gloria, then the Dean, and so on, her tongue slipping back and forth between the two cunts quickly and with precision. Not once did she fail to catch their clits with the tip of her tongue as she worked.
The woman entered her orgasm with a howl of ecstasy and began bouncing wildly on the bed. Gloria followed right behind her and their cunts were pressed together in the throes of the climax, bush caressing bush, wet lips touching wet lips, arms around each other's warm smooth skin, and Marilyn's tongue forever working on their cunts.
When the woman began to slow down, Gloria crested and winged into her orgasm, flying high over Marilyn's probing tongue. When she had finished, the woman was lying on her back, a smile of relief plastered over her face.
Marilyn was hot, but Gloria was only thinking of getting away. Marilyn climbed on top of the woman and began kissing her on the neck, then let her hands slip along the woman's tits and pinched her nipples softly. Gloria rose from the bed to make her escape.
Marilyn felt the woman's hand slip over her back and along the crack of her ass. She spread the cheeks wide and inserted her finger, pressing her own wet cunt against Marilyn's eager snatch.
Gloria left the room as the woman pushed Marilyn off to get a dildo.
"This will please you," said the woman, strapping on the rod. "I'm going to fuck you up the ass."
"No, I don't like it that way," the girl complained. "Stick it in my pussy."
"No, I said I'm going to fuck you up the ass," the woman said. "Turn over."
When the rod was at last inserted firmly, the woman thrust with all her might and the rubbed staff bore deep into Marilyn's ass. She thrust until her bush was caressing the girl's buttocks, and the rod was buried to the hilt.
"I told you you'd like it," said the woman.
"Yes, it feels great," Marilyn lied. She hoped Gloria would get away quick. The rod hurt her ass, but the woman reached around her body and began caressing her clit with her fingers, and Marilyn started to rise toward her own end as the rod slipped in and out of her asshole and her clit was massaged by her fingers.
Gloria passed by the Director's bedroom on the way down the stairs and found it shut tight. The man would certainly not leave his room that night.
Gloria ran into the dorm room and turned on the lights. The girls all bolted upright in their beds.
"We're free!" screamed Gloria, turning to her bed and starting to dress.
The girls all cheered. They didn't know exactly what had happened, but the fact that one of the girls had had the nerve to turn the lights on and shout meant something indeed was happening.
The main came into the room and started to point at the girls as if to tell them to go back to bed. Janet and Olga grabbed her and threw her in the corner, and a few of the other girls started to beat her.
Marge ran around the room in triumph. Gloria was already dressed.
"I'm leaving," she said. "You'll be out of here by morning."
As Gloria fled, Marge told the rest of the girls what had happened. She explained that the Dean and the Director were angry with each other and would not come down to check on the girls that night. In the meantime, Gloria was to escape and bring back help, hopefully the police.
The girls were all delighted. There were no more rats, no more pets, no more vicious girls, now they were to be freed. All the girls were friends, all were happy.
They ran around the room and out into the halls like birds just let out of a cage. Marge screamed at the top of her lungs to let out the joy she felt inside her. Olga and Janet ran around the room and some of the girls laughed at the maid who had been tied up in the comer.
Marge hated the maid. She was a fool to work for the Dean and Director, receiving nothing for her work. She probably enjoyed seeing the girls tortured, thought Marge.
Gloria was long gone when the girls spilled out of the building and ran around on the grounds. Marge was surprised that the Dean did not appear.
In fact, the Dean was still fucking Marilyn up the ass. To prolong the scene and help Gloria, Marilyn fought madly not to reach her orgasm, even as the stiff dildo bore hard into her ass and split her cheeks wide. Her clit was swollen and red from the woman's touch.
Marge decided to run down the classroom. She swung the doors open and knocked over all the desks. She ripped up the papers on the Dean's desk and drew pictures on the blackboard of the Dean being spanked by one of the girls.
Olga and Janet broke into the kitchen and brought back crates of food for the rest of the girls. They didn't even bother with the girls' supplies, bringing back only the food meant for the dean and director, which was decent food, not the trash the girls were fed.
They ran wild for almost an hour before starting to simmer down. Soon all of the girls were in the dorm room again, with the maid still tied helplessly in the comer.
Marilyn could not hold out. She entered her orgasm with a howl as the rod slid deep into her asshole and the woman pulled hard on her clit. She poured her cream over the Dean's fingers and came to a rest in the Dean's arms. She hoped that the woman would fall asleep.
Marilyn thought she had heard screaming coming from the girls downstairs. She hoped everything had gone well, and had to wonder why the Dean didn't hear the screams herself.
The Dean had indeed heard the noise, but had refused to get up and check it out. She figured the Director would.
But the man, who had also heard the racket, refused to leave the room. He feared running into his wife. He was still mad, and still hot. He had been lying on the bed, debating whether or not he should go down and get one of the girls to cool his nagging heat.
He rang for the maid, and waited five minutes before ringing again. Once more the maid did not come, and he started to wonder just what was going on.
Finally he decided to check it out. He hoped to find one of the girls willing to submit to him, so that he wouldn't have to rape them forcibly.
The woman, however, had finished with Marilyn. No matter how hard the girl tried to get her hot again, she insisted on leaving the bedroom.
"I'll see just what's making those bitches run around," she said. "Wait till I get my hands on them."
There was nothing the girl could do to stop her. After the dean ran out of the room, Marilyn slowly dressed, hoping she had given the girls enough time.
The woman took the stairs near her bedroom, while the man hurried down the other flight near the far end of the hall. He flew down the stairs and down the hall as he heard a racket coming from the girls' room, a racket like he had never heard before in any part of the building. They're in open revolt, he thought. I'll really fix their asses now.
The woman ran down the hall towards the girls' room. As she was just about to reach it, she saw her husband running down towards the room also. But the rage they felt towards each other was now wiped out by the rage they felt against the girls who were obviously in revolt.
They reached the door together and without a word ran into the room. But by now all the girls were in their beds, with the lights still on. No one was out of bed, and the dean could point her finger at none of them.
"Who was screaming and yelling?" she demanded.
No one answered.
"Who turned on the lights?" asked the man.
One of the girls pointed to the maid who was bound with rope in the corner. The dean screamed in shock when she saw the woman tied up, her lips quivering with rage.
They both ran from the room to search for the missing girls. The girls trembled to think what would happen to Marge when they found her.
As they ran down the hall, they saw food lying all over, their own food. By the time they reached the kitchen to search for the girls, they were as mad as bulls, tearing into the room and throwing things around themselves in their anger.
They ran to the classroom and swung the door open hard. Marge froze at the blackboard, chalk in hand, touching the unfinished sketch of the Dean tied and getting spanked by three of the girls.
"You bitch," screamed the Dean. "I'll kill you."
Marge was horrified. She froze in fear, trembling and wanting to scream in horror, but her voice cracked.
"How dare you?" said the man. "You're responsible for all of this, aren't you?"
"No, no, not me," trembled the girl.
"Where's Gloria?" asked the woman. "I should have known she would be responsible for this."
"I don't know," stammered Marge.
"Come here," said the director.
"Please, I didn't mean anything," whimpered Marge. "I was just having a little fun."
"I said come here!" howled the man.
Marge walked slowly over to the man. When she was almost to him, the man swung hard and with a closed fist slammed into her jaw.
Marge felt a bolt of pain searing through her face as if she were in a dentist's chair. She fell backwards and hit the ground hard.
"Let's take her downstairs," said the woman.
"Yeah, well fix her good," said the man.
"Oh, no," said Marge, trembling furiously. She had heard about the secret room downstairs, and dreaded it more than anything else in the school.
But she was still dazed by the blow to the jaw. She felt herself getting lifted by the man and the woman running alongside screaming and occasionally slapping out at her.
As she was carried past the dorm room, Marge screamed at the top of her lungs.
"They're taking me downstairs, help me," she howled.
Of course none of the girls would be able to assist her, but she hoped they would send the police down there to save her when and if Gloria came back with them. It was now her only chance.
She found herself on the stone floor of a dark room when she opened her eyes after a stinging blow to the face. She had never seen the woman so furious, nor the man so lustful. There was nothing they wouldn't do to her now.
The woman flew at her and ripped her clothes to shreds. She found herself nude and shivering as the woman threw her against the wall and she crashed to the floor in pain.
"Oh, please, leave me alone," she gagged. "I swear I'll never do anything. Please, don't hurt me, I can't take any more."
"Shut up," the Dean snapped. "We're getting sick of this and we're going to show you what happens to anyone who dares defy us."
The woman grabbed her by her long blonde hair and dragged her to a table. The wood table was low, with straps attached at various places. The Dean held her down on the table as the Director fastened the straps around her thighs and knees, and tied her hands to the table by wrapping the leather strap around her wrists. Then he fastened a leather strap around her back and held her tightly to the table, her ass exposed and her tits hanging over the edge. She tried to turn her head to see what was happening, but she could hardly twist her neck.
The room was cold and damp, and the walls were covered with whips and chains hanging from hooks. The floor was cold and damp and made Marge's knees hurt with the rough edge and the coldness.
The Dean opened her blouse and her tits hung down freely. She rubbed her nipples in Marge's face mocking her, and the man came at her with a pair of pliers.
He grabbed a wad of Marge's flesh on her ass and squeezed hard. Marge howled in agony as the metal pinched her and the woman pulled on her hair hard, almost pulling it out by the roots.
"Give me that pair of pliers," said the Dean. "I want to pull her fucking tits off."
The man handed his wife the pliers, and she grabbed one of Marge's dangling tits and squeezed the nipples tight. She pulled the tit out until Marge thought it would tear right off, and she howled at the top of her lungs, shaking her head wildly around in agony.
The man came at her with a wood paddle. Marge tried to turn her head to see, and felt the first hard smack on her cheeks, stinging and leaving the buttocks red and sore.
She screamed, again trying to turn her head, but the woman held her by the air and twisted her tit around with the cold metal pliers. Again the man paddled her and she could see his grin as he smacked her with gusto, leaving her ass sore and stinging.
She screamed loudly each time the man slammed her. She hoped with all her heart that he would stop, that he would do anything but that. The wood felt like nothing else she had ever experienced, as it slammed hard into her soft white cheeks.
The woman twisted the tit around until the pain was almost too much to bear. Marge thought she was going to faint, and she could no longer scream.
The man dropped the paddle and pulled down his pants. His cock was stiff and pulsing, ready for action.
"No, oh no," Marge whined, "not that."
The man bent over so that his cock was touching her ass, right in the crack. He spread her cheeks apart to slip it in her asshole.
And at that instant the police stormed in.
The Sawyers were convicted, and despite the fact that thousands of people clamored for the death penalty, they got off with life imprisonment with no chance of parole. They would have to spend the rest of their lives behind bars, with cruel wardens just as the girls had done.
While many said they had gotten off easy, the girls knew that a life behind bars was a fate far worse than death. They indeed had been punished.
At the urging of many politicians, most of the girls who had been there for any length of time were allowed to go free. Gloria went home as did Janet and Marilyn.
The other girls, like Marge and Olga and Terry had to stay there for the rest of the year, but now the school was turned into a camp, with complete freedom. The camp was supervised by the Johnsons, a kind husband and wife that Marge immediately liked. They treated the girls with respect and kindness and the rest of the year was more fun than punishment. As Olga said, it sure beat home.
