Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all contain countless examples.
And when the innocent victim is young, the story is so much the sadder.
Nancy Redmond, the young girl in this book, is the victim of immoral people. A teenager, she finds herself swept into a web of depravity and perversion she could only have dreamed existed. And, after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another, she becomes little more than an obedient animal, catering to the depraved whims of her captors.
SCHOOLGIRL IN BONDAGE-the shocking story of an innocent girl learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story revealing another side of our complex society.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Slurping sounds came from Nancy Redmond's wet lips and her cheeks went hollow. A trickle of saliva ran from the corner of her mouth. Hot, humid, meaty flavor filled her head. Her whole being swam in sensations of sweet ecstasy. She was sucking cock-her brother's cock-and she loved it!
Her younger brother Greg leaned back in the easy chair. His eyes were closed. White indentations showed where he was biting his lower Up, hardly able to contain himself. Feverishly, his hand caressed his sixteen-year-old sister's red-blonde hair. His breath came in shuddering gasps. God, his sister's lips and tongue felt good on his erect prick!
The carpet was rubbing the girl's knees raw, but she barely noticed. She could still scarcely believe the size of her brother's prick. The only time she had ever seen it, it had been the tiny nub of a four-year old. But somehow, ten years later, it had grown and grown until it was an incredible eight inches long in its current, rampantly aroused state!
"Mmmmnnnnn," she moaned around her mouthful of juicy cock. Her brother gasped and squirmed his skinny butt in the chair. Her slim, long-fingered hands toyed with his balls. To the lust-clouded brain of the youth, they seemed as deliciously cool as the saliva his sister was laving lovingly all over his giant cock.
Ripe red lips slid up the length of the prick. The pale shaft of cock was spit-glossed and shiny in the afternoon light filtering in through the den windows. Outside was a warm, southwestern early-summer day, but the laboring air-conditioner kept soothingly chill currents of air flowing through the room, thrilling the boy's dripping prick in a thousand new and excitingly different ways. "God, Nancy," he moaned. "That feels nice-so nice! Just... keep . . it-uhh! Up!"
Though she scarcely heard him in her lustful feeding-frenzy, his sister obeyed, feasting with unabashed pleasure on the beefy richness of her brother's cock. Her boobs, already full and lush as ripe fruit, seemed to swell inside her bra. Cool breezes seemed to lick her bare legs the way she was licking the giant flesh lollipop of her brother's prick. Her firm asscheeks worked against each other inside the taut white fabric of her shorts as she squirmed her thighs together in her own growing passion. She could feel her virgin pussy begin to fill with the fragrant juices of desire. Her cunt seemed to cry out with hunger for that enormous, forbidden pillar of prick, but her greedy mouth refused to let it go!
Greg's heartbeat pounded. Nancy stuck her tongue out and drew it along the underside of the throbbing prick, feeling the racing pulse. Her brother was shivering by the time the slithering tongue reached the ultra-sensitive spot just behind and beneath the flared purple head of his prick. The girl was as delightfully surprised as her brother by her newly-discovered talent for sucking cock. Before this very afternoon she had never even allowed a boy to fondle her luscious tits.
Feminine lips formed a rubbery "O" around the cone-shaped head of the boy's cock. Nancy's tongue traced blazing patterns over the cockhead, feeling it swell as the blood pounded into it. Then she closed her jaws ever so slightly and raked the delicate skin with her even white teeth.
The effect on her brother was electric. His back arched. His ass came off the chair and the muscles stood out on his arms, braced against the arms of the chair, as he sought to drive his eight inches of ragingly lustful cock down his sister's throat.
The girl's sucking head moved. Her mouth refused to admit the pulsating spear of cock as her teeth worked like knives over its tip. Using her imagination, and some deeply-buried instinctive knowledge of sex, the girl teased her brother to the ragged edge of endurance with her torturing, delight-giving teeth.
Then the girl relaxed the straining muscles of her jaw. With a single great lunge Greg buried his cock in her face.
Nancy Redmond's cheeks bulged out. The sixteen-year-old was effortlessly taking each and every one of her brother's eight inches of prick with the ease of a circus sword-swallower.
"Uggh! Ahhh-JESUS!" Greg yelped. His knuckles whitened as his fingers clawed the chair arms.
Endlessly the blood-engorged cock slid between Nancy's lips. The ever-thickening bar of cock forced her jaws farther and farther apart till their hinges creaked. Like a burning ember, Nancy could feel the head of her brother's prick sliding into her mouth, down her throat, seemingly halfway to her stomach.
The whole magnificent length of Greg's prick gave a huge throb, like the first warning tremor of an earthquake. Nancy knew what that meant. Her brother was about to come!
Her mouth watered with the need to taste her brother's jizz. Though her pussy ached with the need to be crammed full of that massive prick, she was determined to suck her trim belly full of Greg's jism before she went on to sample other earthy delights. She had all afternoon before her and Greg's parents returned from their shopping trip to Santa Fe, an hour's drive to the north. And surely, her fantastically-endowed younger brother had cock enough to satisfy the cravings of both her mouth and her pussy.
She could barely believe the change that had come over her. Was it just three weeks since that afternoon, the Jay school ended, when she had stumbled upon Gwen, her best friend, and Gwen's boy friend Owen, in an abandoned building near her home?
How well she remembered that day, as she always would. She had always been a shy girl, and despite her prettiness, and her early blooming to young womanhood, she had never been on a date. Her life centered on her home, her loving but strict parents and the younger brother she tolerated as an unavoidable nuisance-and her best friend Gwen, a petite blonde girl with tits even larger than Nancy's perfectly matched mounds of boob. And so Nancy was quite put out when, as the bell released them from the last class of their last day as sophomores at Walter Williams Jr. Memorial High School, Gwen disappeared into the milling throng of newly liberated students.
Disgruntled, disappointed in hopes of a celebration with her friend, Nancy had walked home. With no reason to dawdle, and a desire to get home and be alone as soon as she could, the girl had taken a shortcut across an empty lot in which the old building stood, first built as a warehouse and having served since as a hardware store and a discotheque, both of which had failed and left the structure an empty, unused shell.
A high girlish giggle followed by a squeal of delight attracted Nancy's attention to the old building. She crept up to the gaping oblong of blackness where vandals had long since wrested the back door from its hinges, and peered cautiously inside.
It took a few seconds for her eyes to become accustomed to the gloom. And when they did, it was all the full-bodied young girl could do to suppress a cry of astonishment!
Her friend Gwen was there. She was no longer giggling or even squealing, but giving off a low, wailing moan. Her naked body was pale in the half-light, and her boobs were ripe, cherry-tipped white melons dangling from her ribcage as she bent over the old wooden sawhorse. Her colorfully-patched bluejeans were draped over the sawhorse to protect her bare belly from the splintery wood.
Standing behind her was the tall, skinny form of Owen, and he was naked too except for a muscle shirt covering his upper body. Nancy knew instantly he was what was making her friend moan that way-him, and the pale bar of his prick he was sliding in and out of her oozing cunt from behind!
With a noise like a plunger working at a clogged drain, Owen was fucking the girl faster and faster before her friend's startled eyes. The unseen watcher was unable to tear herself away from the erotic spectacle, despite a fear that one or the other would look up and find her there, spying on them. But she had no cause to worry. Owen and Gwen were far too preoccupied with the total carnal pleasure of fucking the daylights out of each other to pay attention to anything else!
Dumbfounded, Nancy could feel her own untapped pussy start to respond to the incredible scene. Though the whole warehouse seemed to be full of the damp tangy odor of aroused cunt, overriding even the choking smell of dust, Nancy could smell the spicy aroma of her own pussy starting to drool with desire. Before she knew it, the girl had her hand slipped up under her short skirt and her fingers inside the elastic legband of her panties, first stroking the lips of her cunt till they brushed electrically against her swollen clit, and then plunged full into her seething pussy, fucking her with the brute vigor that Owen was putting his cock to the naked, splay-legged Gwen.
His trim crotch made a slapping sound against the girl's rounded ass each time he drove his cock home. At every inward cock-thrust, the girl growled like an animal and rolled her hips, and her pussy seemed to suck her boy friend's cock bodily into itself.
Nancy could see his balls in their hairy sac, swinging rhythmically to the tempo of his fucking.
Then Gwen's plump body began shaking all over like jello. She gave a series of short yips and pushed against the dusty cement floor with her hands. Owen's hands clutched her buttocks like steel talons, digging deeply into the sweet soft flesh. Sweat poured down his face and plastered his blond hair to his forehead. His body seemed to be quivering too, as if suffering some kind of fit.
Gwen screamed. Nancy jumped a foot in the air, then had to support herself with her free hand against the door jamb to keep from collapsing like a rag doll. "Oh, God damn!" Owen yelled. "Your cunt feels like a bear trap! I'm COMMMMINNNGGGG!"
"I'm coming too!" choked Gwen. "Hurry and come up my pussy! Let me feel your jism fill me as I come! Unnnghhh! Ahhhh! HURRY!"
Fascinated, Nancy had watched the boy pump her friend's exploding cunt full of come. In a few seconds it overflowed the seething, churning pussy channel. Nancy saw it well up around the girth of the plunging cock, drip down her friend's white thighs in ropy streams diluted by cunt sauce, and then a wave of ecstasy overwhelmed her as she was wracked by the first orgasm of her short life Owen had kept fucking Gwen till he seemed to go rubbery at the knees. He fell to his knees and began to kiss Gwen, to Nancy's amazement and disgust, on the pink pucker of her asshole and on the slobbery mouth of her come-filled pussy. Still unseen by the pair, the girl with the golden-red hair-and a pair of sopping-wet panties-turned away and walked home in a daze.
Since then, Nancy had spied on Gwen and Owen at their games three more times. Once she had watched disbelieving as Owen had sat the short blonde on the same saw horse, her ass in the air. Then he leaned over her and fucked his prick up Gwen's asshole!
Nancy's friend had struggled and squealed with what seemed to be real pain as Owen shoved his cock up her asshole, but she didn't tell him not to, and in a short while she was writhing and fucking his delving prick with lewd abandon. On her face was a look of pain and pleasure combined that made the hidden Nancy go all quivery inside, and she didn't stay to watch the end of the session of buttfucking.
Finally, that very day, Nancy had slipped over to the warehouse in time to see Gwen, naked again and on her knees, pulling her boy friend's ragged the limp length of Owen's prick into her mouth like a person eating spaghetti. Almost instantly, the prick began to stiffen, and soon it was full and hard and ready.
There was a blanket spread on the hard, dirty floor, and the buxom young girl had pulled her now thoroughly-horny boyfriend down beside her. Then, returning her lips to give wet oral attention to the rigid prick jutting from Owen's hairy crotch, Gwen had parted her juicy thighs for the boy to put his head between.
Hungrily, Owen had planted a kiss smack on the pink petal-like lips of Gwen's pussy. Instantly clear cunt juice flooded from the bearded mouth of her cunt. Owen drank it eagerly down, then put out his tongue and slid it over the cunt lips. Gwen trembled with joy and gnawed on his cock like a piece of beef jerky.
Again Nancy was repelled at the notion of a person putting his or her mouth on another person's sex organs. She had always thought the smell of pussy to be rank-but Owen apparently didn't think so. He was savoring the pussy sauces of his girl friend like fine wine. And Gwen was eating his cock with the fervor of a starving person.
At least this didn't look as painful as being fucked up the ass. In fact, now that Nancy thought about it, having your pussy lapped and tongued and nibbled didn't sound half bad. And the almost religious way in which Gwen was sucking cock-Nancy found her hands in her shorts again, finger-fucking away.
Right then she had made her resolution. She had to have some of what her friend Gwen was getting. Had to!
It seemed like an act of Providence when she go home and found her younger brother alone in the den. He obviously felt that he was alone in the house, because his pants were down around his ankles and he sat in the easy chair pumping his fist up and down his hard cock. In his lap was an open copy of some girlie magazine, smuggled in under the noses of his and Nan ,'s watchful, prudish parents.
It wasn't shock that made Nancy's jaw drop at the sight-not after the shows she'd been watching in the derelict building! No, it definitely was not shock at finding her younger brother jacking off-it was what he was jacking off with!
Her brother Greg had a cock eight inches long and so fat he could barely get his hand around it!
It all came together. Any reservations the normally shy adolescent would have had about approaching a half-naked male with a hard-on were forgotten. Any revulsion at the idea of incest was banished from her mind. All Nancy could think about was the lust that instantly filled her mind "Hello, Greg," she'd said casually. Caught redhanded, he'd only gaped at her, not trying to jump up and flee until his older sister stood right in front of him. Then it was too late.
"Here, here, sweetheart, don't go running off," she'd murmured, holding him down with a firm hand on his shoulder. She twitched away the open magazine spread over the swollen bar of his prick, and her eyes fixed hungrily on that throbbing, still-erect pole of his prick.
"Here, let me help you with that," Nancy had purred. Then, unable to restrain herself any longer, she'd dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips avidly around the head of his cock. He'd cried out and grabbed two handfuls of golden hair. Then he'd shoved his prick into his sister's mouth.
Apprehensively, Nancy felt the cock sliding into her mouth, then down her throat. She knew girls often gagged when they tried to suck cock-no girl who'd ever been in a girl's locker room could keep from having some knowledge of things like that. She waited for the gag reflex to reject the enormous, tasty cock that filled her mouth and her being.
It never happened!
Not till her nose was firmly pressed into the bush at the base of Greg's big cock did Nancy quit taking it in. The prick buried in her throat was the most fantastic thing she'd ever felt in her life! With a happy sigh muffled by the totally-swallowed plug of cock, she settled in to giving the first, glorious blowjob of her life.
"Aah! God!" Greg gasped now. He stroked Nancy's hair with mindless lust. "Your mouth-I'm about to-yah! Come!"
Even as he spoke the words his actions followed. A thick jet of jism cannoned into Nancy's face, drawing away from her brother's crotch as her greedy lips sucked the fat cock. The girl choked once and then most of the prick had slid from her loving mouth. Her lips were wrapped around the throbbing base of Greg's cockhead, sucking blast after blast of fiery come from that magnificent prick.
At first the acrid, salty-sweet taste of the jism threatened to overcome the cocksucking girl. Her tongue was thickly coated with the pungent sperm, her throat, the roof of her mouth-the first pulse of the beautiful cock had filled Nancy's face with an incredible quantity of come. But after a moment of fighting the gag reflex, Nancy came to a realization.
Her brother's jism was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted!
Ravenously, her mouth milked come from the shuddering cock. And then an explosion went off in Nancy's brain. Her guts seemed to twist up inside - she was coming too! In her total concentration on gobbling down her brother's mammoth prick, she hadn't even been aware that her tender young body was building to an unbearable level of passion. Not until a total orgasm clenched the muscles of her pussy and sent its message of delight racing through her body to the pleasure center of her brain!
"Mmmmmmmpphhhh!" she moaned around her mouthful of prick. At that instant Greg grabbed new handholds of hair and rammed his cock to the hilt in his sister's face. The loglike prick slid effortlessly down the channel of her throat, already well-lubricated by the come that was still fountaining from the pinprick hole in the tip of Greg's cock.
The next spray of come seemed to shoot straight into Nancy's stomach. Her pussy gave a new spasm of delight and she came again. Involuntarily she swallowed and drew a fresh outburst of creamy white goodness from her brother's cock.
Greg's whole skinny body was quivering like a leaf. He seemed to be out of control of his mind and body. He was totally possessed by a demon of lust that kept his big cock hosing down his sister's insides with his jism. The girl hadn't given him the slightest chance to resist her incestuous advances, and now it was too late. All Greg Redmond wanted to do now was fuck his sister's face, to come and come in her red-lipped mouth till he could come no more!
And that was what the boy did, to the delight of his sister, who allowed not one precious drop of come to escape her. The pounding prick stayed balls-deep in Nancy's mouth till the last driblet of jism leaked from its tip, and even then it kept pulsing orgasmically as the girl sucked and tongued it furiously.
Finally the tumultuous climax Greg and Nancy had felt simultaneously ebbed. Greg slumped bonelessly in the chair, his mighty cock beginning to go limp. Lovingly, Nancy let it slip from her mouth. Its length was slimed with strands of come mingled with saliva,, More come bubbled from the girl's lips as the cock came out of her mouth. Carefully, she licked her lips, scooping up the stray gobbets of sperm her tongue encountered.
Greg sighed and stirred in his chair as Nancy licked his dormant cock clean of sperm. "Hoo boy!" he murmured. "That was fantastic. Can we-can you do that again sometime, Sis?"
"Sometime?" the girl demanded, rising to her feet. "We're going to do it again now!" And with that, she started to undo the buttons of her blouse.
Chapter Two
Greg's eyes goggled as the front of his sister's blouse parted before his eyes. Her big boobs were like generous scoops of vanilla ice cream, straining against the lacy fabric of her bra. "Like what you see, you big stud, you?" she asked huskily, running the pink tip of her tongue over her come-wet lips.
The boy felt a tingling sensation running down the center of his spent cock. "Y-yes," he stammered. His eyes could not seem to leave the scarcely-concealed mounds of tit-flesh swimming in mid-air before them.
At his answer, the nipples at the ends of Nancy's boobs stiffened like miniature pricks. Greg could see their twin hardnesses push out the material of his sister's bra. He gulped, swallowed with difficulty the saliva that filled his mouth.
The girl reached behind herself. The motion thrust her tits forward so they strained even more fiercely to be free of all restraint. And, with a deft twist of the girl's slender fingers, her tits were free.
Greg gasped as the bra seemed to snap free of the girl's boobs. The heavy tits tumbled out like kids at recess, jogging and jiggling. Two fat ripe cherries stared like eyes as the fourteen-year-old from the midst of half-dollar-sized circles of pale pink areolas.
Two bare arms circled Greg's head. Nancy dragged her brother's astonished face into the deep valley between her jugs. Titflesh surrounded his head. His sister's boobs were warm cushions covering his ears, muffling all sound save the lustful race of her heartbeat. Dimly, the boy became aware her arms were no longer about him. Responding to the erotic fullness and nearness of the girl, he opened his mouth and began licking her warm flesh.
Meanwhile, Nancy was feverishly unbuttoning her shorts and kicking off her tennis shoes. In an instant she was pulling the shorts off over her full hips and long thighs. Then she pulled down her panties. They were sopping wet, and stuck to the moist crevice between her pussy lips. She tugged them free and stood naked, feeling icy air currents wash her bared pussy mound.
Her brother had lapped his way to the crest of a snowy boob. Avidly, he sucked the nipple, the whole end of Nancy's jug into his mouth. While his tongue painted pleasure like liquid fire on the erect nipple, he chewed the spongy tit-flesh. Nancy moaned and cradled his head with her hands.
"Oh, that's so nice!" she moaned. Then she pushed him back in his chair. He moaned in disappointment as the warm boob popped from his mouth. Then his eyes widened.
His sister had pressed forward with her hips, so that her pussy lips splayed open like flower petals. A clear drop of cunt juice glittered between them. "Try this, sweetheart," Nancy said lustfully. "It'll taste even better than my jugs!"
The boy didn't seem to think so. His nostrils flared to the rank, overpowering odor of aroused twat. He tried to turn his head, tried to leap from the chair and escape, but his sister was all over him. She fell forward till her knees were on the chair straddling her brother's skinny thighs, and then she thrust her steaming cuntbush forward into Greg's face.
Like a damp, hairy mat, Nancy's forested pussy mound covered Greg's nose and mouth. He opened his mouth to protest. The girl squirmed her lushly-padded hips. All at once, the boy's mouth was full of slimy, slithery, sharp-tasting pussy lips!
Greg tried to close his mouth, pinning the girl's fragile pink cunt flaps inside. She squealed with delight and ground her snatch against his face even harder. His hard teeth behind his upper lips crushed her clit.
Nancy was in heaven. She had never in her life imagined anything could feel this good! Incredible hot pleasure seethed over her body as Greg gummed her pussy lips. And the pressure of his teeth on her swollen clit were about to drive her crazy!
A trickle of frothing cunt sauce ran down Greg's chin and dripped onto his chest. It ran inside his tee-shirt. It felt cold.
"Mmmphah!" he said. His sister's pussy was kissing him as fervently as any mouth could have. Then she reached behind her bare ass and grabbed him by the cock.
An electric jolt shot through Greg's body. In a flash his prick was hard as rock. He was turned on and horny! No longer did he want to fight against the slippery wetness masking his face. It was a pussy, and he wanted to eat it!
He did. He stuck his tongue from his mouth, right between the frilly curtains of flesh around the hole of Nancy's cunt. She squealed again as it went into her pussy. Her hand began to jack off his mighty prick.
"Lap it up!" she moaned. "Ohhh, eat me good!"
Greg was barely aware of his sister's voice floating down to him from above. He was far gone, lost in a paradise deliciously beyond his wildest erotic imaginings! His taste buds reveled in the juicy, lewd flavor of Nancy's twat. The cunt lips felt delightfully good and alive between his own lips. The squirming, hot depths of her snatch twined around his tongue like a serpent.
Prick-like, Greg's tongue began to fuck in and out of her pussy at a furious pace.
"Good," she murmured dreamily, eyes half-closed. "So good!" Her hips began to rotate of their own accord, twisting the elastic, oily tunnel of her cunt around the fucking length of Greg's tongue.
"Keep putting it to me, Greg boy!" Nancy cried, reaching back to jerk off his stiff, quivering cock once more. "Fuck me with your tongue till I can't stand it any more!"
The boy's inexperienced tongue was growing tired from its unrelenting assault on the mysteries of Nancy's cunt. With an audible pop he pulled it out and began to lave it madly up and down the dripping slash of Nancy's pussy. His own body tensed as the girl's flying fingers pumped his prick.
Inadvertently, Greg slipped his tongue into the little pink vee of flesh at the very top of Nancy's cunt-slit. The very tip of the tongue encountered the swollen node of her clit.
The top of Nancy's head came off.
"AAAIIIIEEEEEE!" she howled, throwing her head back in a delirium of pleasure. Orgasmic frenzy possessed her with shuddering intensity. Frightened by his sister's outburst, and the violent spasms wracking her luscious body, Greg continued to punch at the pearly love-button of her clit as a foaming froth of fragrant cunt oils ran down his chin and flooded his open mouth.
The climax that seemed to be turning Nancy Redmond inside-out was tremendous. Greg's lips and tongue working on her pussy felt a million times better than anything she'd ever felt before, and the orgasm her brother's cunt-eating had produced was so utterly fantastic that she wondered if she were going out of her mind. But there was something missing, something that tugged at the back of her lust fevered brain even as orgasm flowed like lava over her soul.
Her pussy muscles were clenching and contracting around nothing but a thick coating of cunt grease. There was an emptiness in her madly-coming cunt that should have been filled with cock-Greg's monumentally massive, eight-inch cock!
The prick in question was pulsing with heat in her hand, so that she could almost feel the warmth washing from it over her white asscheeks. "Your prick," she sobbed. "Oh Greg, your big, beautiful prick!"
"What about it?" the boy asked from around a tasty mouthful of cunt.
"I need it in me! I want your prick crammed up my hungry pussy!"
Like a pailful of icewater, the air-conditioned blast hit the boy full in his cunt juice-slobbered face as the sopping mat of Nancy's pussy was withdrawn. He groaned his disappointment at being deprived of his tasty treat. Eyes closed, he ran his tongue around his mouth, sucking up the last remnants of spicy cunt honey. At least Nancy still had her fingers wrapped around his cock.
And then the girl sat on it!
Her first attempt hit wrong. The head of the magnificent prick buried itself in a doughy fold of the girl's outer cuntlips, bending painfully as her weight came onto it. "Ai!" Greg yelped.
"Sorry, baby," Nancy whispered. Her raging need for a cock in her virgin pussy had made her go too fast. Now she raised herself on trim thighs, positioned the shaftlike cock more carefully with her hand, and eased her plush hindquarters back down.
Her famished pussy mouth kissed the burning, inflated purple head of Greg's cock wetly. An icy trickle of pussy juice ran down the underside of his prick, and then the girl's cunt began to swallow the mammoth cock!
Pain and pleasure coursed through Nancy's body. The vast size of Greg's cockhead was crushing her clit with incredibly erotic pressure.
But at the same time, the great wedgelike knob at the end of his cockshaft was forcing her pussy lips far, far apart, stretching the delicate membranes as they'd never been stretched before.
The breath seemed to be sucked out of Greg's lungs as wet tightness enfolded his cock. He could not see the pink, blood-rich lips of Nancy's cunt taking in the pole-like length of his prick in the tangle of her golden pubic fur. What he did see was the stiff prick, a blue vein throbbing on its upper surface, disappearing into a delightful russet bush of cunt fur.
Dewed with the pussy sauces that had flowed so freely under the onslaught of Greg's tongue, sopping cunt hair tickled the boy's cock wetly as the distended cunt lips came down towards his crotch.
Then the girl's pussy lips were pressed against the base of Greg's cock, oozing cunt sauce into his pubes. For a long instant they held each other, Nancy's bare jugs pressed against her brother's chest. "Oh, God!" the girl gasped.
Eyes closed, she moved her face towards Greg's, lips parting in invitation. The boy responded hungrily. His lips met hers, crushed them with passion. Like a snake, his tongue crawled between Nancy's moist lips, between her teeth, into her mouth. She moaned around her mouthful of tongue and her own came out to swirl around and around Greg's.
The girl moved her hips tentatively. Brother and sister gasped simultaneously. What an incredible sensation! To Greg's lust-addled brain it seemed as if a glove made of hot oiled silk had been pulled down over his giant cock. To Nancy, it seemed that her whole body was stuffed absolutely full of throbbing, rock-hard cock. She felt the heartbeat racing inside it, felt it grow still larger inside her cunt.
"I never imagined it would be this good," she whispered avidly.
"Me neither," Greg responded. His stomach hollowed as he pushed upward against the sweet weight of nude girl in his lap. His cock was driven half an inch further into Nancy's twat.
"Aaahhh!" she cried. As though with a mind of their own, her lushly-padded hips began to pump and churn, fucking her greedy snatch up and down and sideways on that mighty pole of prick.
Possessed by a demon of desire, Nancy began to lick her brother's face. Her tongue laved hot love over his cheeks and lips as it had over his stiff cock moments before. His eyes bugged out at the fantastic erotic feelings surrounding his cunt-swallowed cock. Then he closed his eyes and gave into the feeling. His hands sought his sister's full asscheeks, clawing fingers digging deep depressions in the succulent flesh as he grabbed and hung on.
Nancy Redmond's no-longer-virgin pussy was alive with delight. Deep down inside she was glad that an active adolescence had caused her cherry to disappear somewhere along the line. The mess and pain of having it popped would have marred this utterly perfect session of incestuous fucking!
Though Greg knew that his sister was-had been, till a few seconds ago-a virgin, even an experienced stud would have had a hard time telling from her performance. Guided by some sexual instinct, her pussy was expertly fucking itself on his randy cock, sucking it with all the power of its muscles when it pulled away, and then seeming to ripple like water along the sides of the prick as it took it in again, with a prolonged wet gurgle.
The smell of cunt sauce seemed to fill the room. Panting with passion, Nancy stuck her tongue into Greg's mouth. On the first soul-searing kiss she'd noted a pronounced tang that she'd guessed was the lingering flavor of her own cunt. It was still there, though less noticeable-only this time it did not bother her in the least. This first fuck of her short life felt too incredibly good for anything to bother her!
"Ram it up me!" Nancy urged her grunting, straining. "Don't make my poor pussy do all the work - fuck that big fat beautiful cock up my cunt as hard as it'll go, you great big stud!"
Greg had never imagined he's hear his sister talk way. She always seemed so sweet and pure, but then, he'd never remotely imagined he'd find himself in these circumstances. Fucking his own older sister-what a trip! Her horny words drove him on like the touch of spur. Her butt was resilient beneath his clutching fingers as he began dragging it up and down, so that her cunt slithered along his blood-engorged cock. The aroused pussy left a shiny trail of cunt sauces, like the trail left by a snail. Feet braced on the floor, Greg drove his skinny ass off the chair gain and again, feeling the tip of his huge cock rive deeper into Nancy's snatch with every stroke. The powerful cunt muscles seemed about to strangle his cock. Pleasure threatened to swamp his consciousness. Doggedly, he bit his lip and kept fucking for all he was worth.
His sister was in heaven. With every upward shove of his hips, Greg was cramming her already full-to-overflowing cunt still fuller-fuller than most girls ever had their cunts stuffed with cock, she realized. Not every girl was lucky enough to have a lover with such a tremendous cock as Greg had.
"Ah! Ah! Unnnh!" she cried. Every pounding surge of her loving brother's cock forced guttural exclamations from her. "Jesus, your big prick's halfway to my throat!"
"Yaggh!" Greg choked. His hands forced her shiny rump down hard. He drove his prick upward with every iota of strength he had. It went in still farther. He was suddenly balls-deep in cunt, so that the top of his hairy nut-sac was actually surrounded by the slobbering, pink, copper furred lips of Nancy's cunt.
"Oh Greg, fuck me fast!" Nancy yelled. "Your fat cock is crushing my poor clitty to death! My cunt is about to tear open. You're so huge-I'm about to cooommmmme!"
Greg could feel his sister's entire body tense against his. Her nipples, rock-hard with lust, seemed to drill into his chest. Her bottom was in constant motion, and the million subtle movements of her never-still pussy sent ecstasy crawling over his pussy-imprisoned prick like a swarm of ants. Her supple body was sheened with a fine coat of sweat despite the air-conditioning, and he could feel damp patches under his armpits.
"Hurry!" Nancy begged. "I can feel it coming. It's like a tidal wave-fuck me FAST!"
Greg did. He dropped his hips so rapidly that his cock shot almost clean from the greedy snatch, and when gravity tugged the tall, voluptuously-built girl downward, he pushed back up, stabbing her cunt with a violent lunge of cock. Then he was pulling his prick out of the morass of Nancy's pussy once again, the suction of his withdrawal seemingly about to suck his prick inside out. He too could feel orgasm about to strike. The load of jism had built up in his balls since he'd blown off in his sister's mouth was coming to a boil!
Small lustful sounds came continuously from the girl's mouth. Greg had his face buried in the soft juncture of her neck and shoulder, nibbling gently but feverishly on her tender white flesh. His hands kneaded her assflesh like dough, molding and crushing the pliant flesh around his hammering bar of cock.
The prick pistoning in and out of her brimming cunt felt to Nancy like a rod of iron. God, it felt nice! One of Greg's fingers crept to the dainty pucker of her asshole. She felt it prod experimentally against the tiny opening. She opened her mouth to protest, and then the fingertip slid inside her poopchute.
The sudden anal invasion made her pussy clamp hard in reflex. Greg's breath rushed from his lungs as his cock was crushed along its entire great length. "Yi! I'm COMMMMMIIINNNGGGG!" Nancy howled, as the fire of climax seared her brain.
Rippling waves of contraction traveled the length of her oily pussy-channel. A tight ring of flesh seemed to close around the midsection of his cock, half-in and half-out of Nancy's cunt. A flood of juice ran down the underside of his cock and pooled in his crotch. Then a noose of velvet pussy flesh closed around his cock where shaft met scarlet prickhead. A jet of fiery come blasted far into the girl's climaxing snatch, and she screamed. It was as if at any moment she would explode, spewing carnal joy to the far corners of the universe. "You're coming too! I can feel your come in my pussy. It's filling my cunt to the brim! Oh, your jism burns. But it burns so nice!"
Greg couldn't move. It was as if some giant held him in an unbreakable grip. His eyes were screwed tightly shut and his muscles were locked. His whole body quivered with the intensity of his passion and orgasmic release. All he could do was sit clutching Nancy's ripe ass and drooled slightly onto her shoulder, while his cock pumped shot after charge of his hot sperm into the depths of the pussy that was so avidly milking it.
Nancy sighed abandonedly and sat down on Greg's prick. He threw his head back with unbearable, almost painful pleasure as her clenching-relaxing cunt slid greasily down his pole of cock. At last her buttcheeks were resting firmly on the tops of his skinny thighs. The entire tremendous length of his cock was inside the paradise of Nancy's pussy. The furious action of her climax was working her pussy around every inch of his prick. Cunt juice flooded coolly onto his scrotum. It ran over the goosefleshed skin of his ball sac to make a dark stain on the chair.
"I'm all filled up with your come," sobbed Nancy. "And I can feel you still coming in my pussy. Oh, God, and I'm coming AG AINNNNNNNN!"
With renewed fury, Nancy's cunt began to pump Greg's cock. The contraction of every muscle in her body squirted his intruding finger right out of her asshole. He didn't notice. He was biting his lip and trying to survive the strangulation of his cock by Nancy's frantic cunt. A few drops of come were still being drawn from the tip of his cock at every tightening of Nancy's pussy. He still could not move.
"Oh, Greg, baby," Nancy rasped, "keep that cock in my pussy. Keep it coming. Don't ever stop fucking your sweet sister."
"What in the name of God is going on in here?" an outraged adult voice demanded from behind the girl's naked back.
Chapter Three
"Ah! Ah! Unnh!" Nancy moaned. She was still bouncing madly up and down on Greg's impaling cock. Her tits and ass jiggled like jello as she fought her ongoing orgasm for control of her body.
A thin trickle of saliva ran from the corner of her mouth as she forced herself to turn her head. "D-Daddy!" she exclaimed. "I-uh! Oh, God!"
At that moment her brother opened his eyes. Past his sister's shoulder he saw the figures of their parents standing in the door. With a cry, he started to scramble to his feet. He actually made it up, bringing the naked, climaxing girl with him.
Arms clamped around the boy's neck, Nancy felt her weight bring her down onto the erect pillar of cock stuck up her pussy. She was trapped on Greg's prick-and she was coming again!
"Oh, God! I'm coming!" she cried, unable to help herself. The renewed contraction of her oily cunt sucked a few more drops of jism from Greg's prick. A trail of come ran down the inside of her soft thigh.
Her mother gave a soft cry and collapsed into the arms of her father.
Mr. Ian Redmond stood supporting his wife and glaring. His face turned the color of a beet. His mouth worked as he tried to form words.
"Disgraceful!" he sputtered at last. "Revolting. My God, I can hardly believe it!" Nancy and Greg's mother stirred in his arms. "Slut! Harlot! Seducing your own brother!"
Recovering, Mrs. Redmond stood up and ran towards the pair, still held together by the huge cock buried in Nancy's snatch. She began to claw at her daughter's naked arms. "You hussy! You harlot! You shameless whore!"
Startled, Nancy let go of Greg's neck and fell with a thump on her well-padded ass. Greg's prick bent down and then snapped back up as it came out of her snatch, spraying the girl's face with a fragrant shower of cunt juice and come.
"Oh, my poor baby," Mrs. Redmond cooed, throwing her arms around his neck. The boy looked dumbfounded. His slumping prick drooled jism onto his mother's floral print dress, but she seemed not to notice.
Mr. Redmond marched forward to tower over his daughter. "Daddy-" she said weakly, looking up at him. She saw no mercy in his heavy, florid face.
"Take her away!" her mother screamed. "Get that filthy hussy out of my sight!" She cradled her half-naked son against her body, as if to shield the boy from his sister's nakedness.
The delicious tingle of orgasm was gone from Nancy's cunt. It had been replaced by a cold, curdled feeling of nausea in the pit of her stomach. This wasn't fun any more.
Her father reached down and grabbed a handful of her red-gold hair. "Up," he commanded. The naked girl winced as she was dragged bodily to her feet. "See to Greg, Marion dear. I will attend personally to this depraved creature!" With that he turned and marched Nancy from the room, holding on painfully and tightly to her hair.
Nancy managed to turn her head for a final look at her brother. Greg's eyes were wide and helpless as he watched his sister being led away.
Down the hall the girl was dragged. Her father hesitated for a moment at the door that led into the family's two-car garage, then opened it and shoved his daughter inside. She stumbled, went down on all fours, skinning her knees.
"Daddy?" she asked tentatively. She felt tears beginning to sting her eyes.
The beefy man's response was a stinging slap across the cheeks. "Don't you dare talk to me, you slut!" he snarled. "You are a disgusting, filthy creature. I am going to punish you as you have never been punished before, and then I am going to send you somewhere they know how to deal with your type. Your mother and I have been far too lenient with you!"
Like a salty flood the tears came. Nancy collapsed, barely feeling the cold concrete squashing her boobs and chilling her sweat-drenched skin. What was happening? This was all so unreal. It was like a bad dream.
She wanted to wake up!
Rough hands grabbed her slim wrists. She felt herself being hauled upright, and then something was being wound around her wrists. She opened her eyes, blinking them to clear away the water that flowed from them.
Her father was tying her wrists together with a length of supple green garden hose. "In my day, a child was disciplined enough to stand still and take whatever punishment was coming to him-or her. But-ahhh! There we go. You won't slip that knot! But nothing like this would ever have happened in my day." Holding Nancy by the arms, he pulled her to the ping-pong table in the middle of the floor, set right beside one of the wooden uprights that supported the roof.
"Imagine, fornicating in your own home! In the den! And with your brother, too!" He shook his head in disgust. "Seducing a boy that age into incest-how utterly revolting!" With a violent heave he threw the nude girl face down across the table. Its hard surface mat-burned her still-sensitive boobs, causing her to cry out.
"Save that noise, slut," Ian Redmond advised his naked, bound daughter. "I'm going to give you plenty to howl about in just a moment. What would people say if they knew the daughter of the Superintendent of Schools had indulged in perverted sex acts with her own brother-no, don't bother to deny it! I saw the traces of dried sperm around that dirty, debased mouth of yours. Thank God your poor mother didn't see it!"
He looped the long end of the hose around the square upright, then brought it back and tied it so that Nancy was tethered to the post. He stood and admired his handiwork. He seemed to be breathing heavily.
"And now, you nasty little slut," he announced, "You are going to be punished for your vile acts."
Nancy had been too stunned by the drastic turn of events to say anything coherent. Now she managed to put words together in a rapid stream: "Oh, Daddy, no! Don't hurt me! I didn't mean anything-I didn't know-I didn't-AAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!"
With a resounding smack, her father's broad belt had landed across both snowy buttocks. Instantly the tender pale flesh welted into a puffy red line across her asscheeks. Nancy had barely got her breath back from her shriek of agony when leather whistled through air and she felt the sudden bite of the belt on her ass again.
Her unclothed body jerked into the air, twisting and writhing like a spitted eel. "Ooooow! Noooooooooo!" she wailed as the belt caught her again, turning her in midair so that she fell on her side, making the table wobble.
"No! Please, NOOOOOO!" the tortured girl cried again. Her father seemed oblivious to her words as he rained blows upon her vulnerable hips and butt.
Or, rather, Nancy's pleadings seemed to be spurring her father on. His nostrils were flared and his eyes bloodshot as he gazed between cutting strokes at her nudity. Her lovely ass was a mass of swollen whip-welts, and so was the satiny flesh over one hip. He ran a tongue over suddenly dry lips, shifted his aim, and struck again.
Nancy screamed like an air raid alert siren as the most incredible pain she'd ever experienced jolted through her nubile young body. The hissing tongue of leather had landed on her ultra-sensitive tits!
"You don't like it, do you, bitch? It's not like having your brother's tongue slurping all over your soft, swelling breasts in perverted acts of love, is it?"
"No," the girl moaned, crying uncontrollably. "It hurts!"
"Of course it hurts!" Crack! went the belt. Nancy shrieked and rolled over onto her belly. The tabletop bruised her abused boobs. But at that, it was better than feeling the belt lashing at them, flaying the soft skin from them in a cascade of pain. "It hurts because that's all you deserve, you evil, degraded, slatternly wretch! And you cannot escape the pain! No matter how much you twist and turn your luscious, naked young body, you will feel the bite of my belt!"
To emphasize his words, Ian Redmond raised his arm and brought it down still harder than before. With unerring accuracy it fell smack into the dark crevice between Nancy's upward-jutting asscheeks.
The girl's bare ass bounced right into the air. "YeeeheeeeYYYAAAHHH!" Her cry was piercing and heartfelt.
The rain of wicked, cutting belt-strokes that now fell between her asscheeks kept Nancy flopping and shrieking as though the ping-pong table was a hot griddle and she was being roasted alive.
All the while, Mr. Redmond was moving around the table. At last he stood by the girl's golden-haired head. "God, what a desirable body you have," he husked. "I can see how you lured your brother into performing incest with you. Or did you suck on his penis first? Wrap those full, red lips around the head of his cock, suck on it till it was huge and hard and full of life."
"Daddy, no, stop," Nancy whimpered. Through a haze of tears she saw his big hands fumbling at the level of her eyes. The tabletop was unyielding beneath her soft, tear-streaked cheek.
"Suck on his swelling cock till his sperm seethed out and coursed down your abandoned, wanton throat? Is that what you did, slut? Or did you undress for him, tempt the poor boy with the fullness and invitation of your naked body? Did you let his hands squeeze and fondle those perfect tits? Did you stand before him and thrust the dark mat of your bush into his face, rub your pussy around and around till his mouth was smeared with its lustful sauces? Oh, you evil, perverted bitch!"
The hands moved. His cock sprang out of his pants, hard as a bar of cold-rolled steel. Nancy felt the heat of it washing over her upper Up through the haze of agony that enveloped her tormented body.
"Daddy, what-" she started to say. Quick as a skilled fencer, her father thrust his hips forward.
His giant cock slid like a spear right between his daughter's parted lips.
"Mmmmmpph!" the girl shrilled, rolling her eyes wildly. Her father threw back his head and gasped as the feel and flavor of meaty male cock filled the girl's mouth.
"Aggghh! God! What a hot, wet mouth you have!" Redmond crowed. "Greg must really have loved having you suck on his prick while your tongue twirled around it."
Still holding onto his belt with one hand, he grabbed Nancy's hair with the other and began fucking his cock in and out of the girl's flushed face. When the cock slid in the first time, Nancy thought her jaws would spring their hinges. She knew now where her baby brother had gotten his magnificent prick-he'd inherited it from their father! Ian Redmond's rampaging cock was even thicker than his son's, and at least an inch longer!
The big man's eyes fairly bugged out of his head as his giant prick slid into his daughter's face without encountering the slightest resistance! "God, the little slut has got a deep throat!" he groaned, as the head of his cock slid inexorably toward Nancy's stomach. "The little bitch must have been practicing sucking cock for years!"
Panting with lust, Redmond pumped his daughter's face a few strokes. Other than her first moan, Nancy neither moved nor spoke. After face-fucking the uncooperative adolescent for a whole minute, Redmond stopped with his mighty prick half embedded in her mouth.
"What's the matter? Don't you like sucking me off?" he demanded. "Don't I taste as good as Greg-or all the other little boys?"
Nancy only looked at him. Her tears had evaporated, leaving her numb. Her entire life as she had known it had somehow come crashing down in ruins. For her father to call her those names, tie her up and beat her so brutally-this was bad enough. But for him to be orally raping her, fucking her unwilling mouth with his greedy prick-that was unbelievable.
One thing was certain. He wasn't going to enjoy it if Nancy could help it! Maybe she had been wrong to seduce her brother. But that didn't give her father the right to abuse her sexually!
As if sensing her determination, her father reddened. "You damned slut!" he roared. "Holding out on me, are you?" Nancy gazed unspeakingly up at him. The log-like cock pulsated in her mouth as his heartbeat raced. There was fear flickering at the backs of her brown eyes, but her face was resolute.
Redmond pushed forward with his hips. His cock slid an inch or two down his daughter's throat. Her tongue was coiled away at the bottom of her mouth to avoid coming in contact with her father's stiff prick. The muscles of her mouth and throat were totally relaxed.
"Bitch!" screamed her father. "Suck me off!"
Nancy just looked at him.
The big man raised his arm and brought it down hard. His belt whistled through the air. With a crack it struck his daughter's naked back. The tip of the strap bit between her finely-molded asscheeks and stung her already-abused asshole.
The effect was electric. Once her father got down to the business of making his daughter suck on his prick, she had not expected him to renew his savage beating. "Rrrrrmmmmppphh!" she moaned, trying to scream around the fat plug of cock in her mouth.
It was her father's turn to be electrified. He had only intended to beat his daughter into submission, so that she would give him a good blowjob. But the sensations that went through his swollen cock when he hit her! That pain-groan of hers had felt better than anything that had happened to his cock for the last fifteen years.
"I told you to give me head, and you're going to give me head!" he told the shivering girl. Her fear seemed to be transmitting itself in more than physical ways into the hard bar of his cock. Her quaking stirred the huge prick deliciously, but there was something ... more. It made him feel eleven feet tall.
Whir-crack! went the belt. This time it slashed at an already-puffed buttcheek. The girl squealed this time and half-rolled. Her jaws and throat-muscles worked involuntarily around the thick cock. Again the belt snapped and cut at her tender flesh, and her tongue came out of hiding in a mindless attempt to give voice to a scream, release the terrible agonies built up in her nubile young body.
The struggling tongue pushed against the rope-like swelling on the underside of her father's cock. Her saliva like wet fire set his nerves alight with joy. "That's right, baby," Redmond groaned. "Tongue my prick good. That's what I call sucking."
Faster and faster the man whipped his supine daughter. No longer was he lashing at her nakedness for the sole purpose of making her thrill the prick in her mouth with her screams and struggles. Now it was a question which was turning him on more-the sucking and slurping and chewing his pain-frenzied daughter was giving his cock, or the sight and feel of her adolescent body writhing in agony under his lash.
What a turn-on it was to see her asscheeks squirm together in an ecstasy of pain as he flayed them with his leather strap, and then splay apart as he whipped her tender thighs and made her spread them to escape the punishment. How delightful when she rolled frantically to her side to ease the torture on her buttocks, only to have her boobs assailed with the biting belt! Sometimes he struck at the furry triangle of her pussy, tucked between her flailing thighs.
All the while Nancy was struggling hysterically to get away. She was scarcely aware of her father's prick being in her mouth. The agony overrode everything else. Her whole body was afire, and it felt as if the skin was being ripped from her in strips. And when the vicious tip of her father's belt touched her asshole or, once or twice, the vulnerable pinkness of her pussy lips-the attempted shriek of agony around Redmond's cock sent sledgehammer blows of pleasure to the base of his spine!
Almost worse was the mental torture. This was Nancy's father-her beloved, loving Daddy-who was doing these awful things to her. First he had tied and beaten her, then stuck his cock in her mouth-and now he was whipping her to make her suck on it more vigorously! She could somehow sense that much of the incredible passion she felt growing in his body came from Ms perverse, sadistic delight in causing his own daughter such terrible pain and humiliation.
Never flagging, the belt beat at the girl. Once she rolled completely over, goaded by the leather licking at tits and twat and redly-inflamed ass. The sensations that gave her father's prick were unbelievable!
They both could feel his orgasm building. The rolling, sucking, chewing motions that completely enveloped Redmond's prick were too much for him to hold back the load of jism coming to a seething boil in his balls. With frantic thrusts of his hips he began to fuck his prick in and out of Nancy's twisted face.
He's about to come ... he's about to come ... my own father is about to come in my mouth! The words pounded in Nancy's brain, like a counterpoint to the rhythmic cracking of the belt against her delicate flesh. She felt the head of his cock, seeming to glow with heat as it slid down her throat, swell from the rush of blood as her father's passion soared. The cock slid out again till just the flared head remained, trapped by the pearly, even teeth. Then it went in, every bit of it, with a decisiveness that made Nancy gasp. At the same instant an incredibly powerful blow struck right on the scarlet crevice between the demiglobes of her ass. The girl's muffled gasp turned into a muffled scream.
Her father came.
The first jet of jism seemed to go right to Nancy's stomach in a sizzling stream. The second coated the whole inside of her gagging, constricting throat. The next filled it. The fourth filled her mouth. Come began to leak out of her distended lips, around the girth of the fountaining cock.
No more fucking his mammoth prick in and out of his daughter's face. Redmond held perfectly still as the involuntary spasming of the teenager's throat milked the jism from his prick. He couldn't stop coming! Then some of the acrid torrent got into the girl's nose, and she broke into a coughing fit. More incandescent sensations caressed Redmond's cock and crawled up his spine.
At last the huge charge of semen and sperm stored in his nuts was exhausted. Still, his cock gave a half-dozen gut wrenching throbs of orgasm before subsiding. With a sigh, he pulled his enormous prick slowly out of his daughter's face.
A cascade of jism leaked from her mouth and poured over her cheek onto the table. It formed a little pool against the cheek that was pressed flat on the ping-pong table. Nancy opened her eyes again as the cock came out with a small slurp. It bounced off the tabletop with a rubbery sound, and then slid away, as limp as the belt hanging from her father's big hand.
A rivulet of rank come ran from the girl's nostrils. Her father's come filled her mouth and throat as pain filled her body. Somehow this come didn't taste as sweet as her brother's had.
"Well, you gave me a good suck after all," her father commented smugly, stuffing his flaccid cock back in his trousers and zipping his fly. "Now I'm going to phone the Proctor Reform School. You're going away for a long time, sweetheart, and I hope they have to beat the wanton depravity out of you!"
You stinking hypocrite! Nancy wanted to shout. "Wanton depravity" indeed-coming from a man who'd just tied up and orally raped his own teenaged daughter, while beating her black and blue.
Her cozy, comfortable life had change irrevocably. So had her perceptions of the people in it-her relatives, her loved ones, the folk she cared about and thought cared about her.
It was cruel to have her illusions dispelled.
She spat to clear her mouth of the foul taste of her father's come. The big man went out without even closing the door. She could hear him pick up the phone in the bedroom down the hall, dial a number. There was a pause, and then she heard his voice saying, "Hello, Proctor Reform School for Girls?"
Odd, she thought, I don't hate him. All I feel is contempt.
Just contempt.
Chapter Four
"The Proctor Reform School for Girls," the severely dressed but coldly lovely young woman said, "is dedicated to developing an old-fashioned style of discipline in its students. Through our comprehensive schooling program, we transform unruly and wanton girls into model young ladies."
"Good, good," Ian Redmond nodded. He glanced at his daughter. Nancy was sitting on the very edge of the black leather chair nearest the door. Her red-gold hair was pulled back into a bun. Her pretty face was taut and pale. She would not meet her father's gaze. "That's precisely what's needed."
He shook his head sadly. "I don't know where we went wrong," he said. "We did our best to raise the girl properly. Her mother and I tried our best to instill in her a sense of decency and morality." He spread his hands in an eloquently helpless gesture.
Nancy remembered the bite of his belt, the tightness of the bonds on her wrists-the plunging, meaty hardness of his cock, driving between her unwilling lips. You damned hypocrite, she thought.
"We understand perfectly." Miss Proctor, headmistress of the Proctor School, adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her slender nose. "You and Mrs. Redmond must not blame yourselves. The times are at fault-these immoral, anarchistic times. Isn't that so, Mr. Leary?"
She looked at the young man in a conservative three-piece suit, sitting beside her imposing oaken desk. "Absolutely," Leary nodded. He was bearded and handsome in a weak way. Miss Proctor had introduced him as assistant headmaster of the school.
"I can see that the normal anguish a parent would feel at having a daughter, um, go wrong in this manner is increased by your being Superintendent of Schools," Miss Proctor intoned.
Nancy's father got heavily to his feet. "I can see we made the right decision in entrusting Nancy to your care." He looked again at the girl. "Remember, Nancy, your mother and I are doing this for your own good. In time you'll thank us."
For what? Nancy thought bitterly. For an instant she looked her father full in the eye, then turned away.
Miss Proctor rose, smoothing the hem of her dress down pale smoky-nyloned thighs, and ushered Mr. Redmond to the door. Despite her unhappiness and anxiety, Nancy could not help but notice the way Leary's eyes followed the sway of the tall woman's hips as she walked across the room.
"We will keep in touch with you, Mr. Redmond," the elegant headmistress was saying. "You will have regular reports."
"Thank you," Redmond said. "Perhaps if you find an interest for her-too much idleness sits heavy on a young mind."
"Rest assured we have taken that into account, Mr. Redmond. We have a special dramatics program particularly designed with that in mind."
Redmond thanked her, nodded wordlessly to his daughter, and left. The door closed quietly.
"Well, what have we here?" Miss Proctor sauntered back to lean on the edge of her desk. "We're in a surly mood today, aren't we?"
Nancy didn't answer. The headmistress leaned forward, an odd light glowing in the back of her emerald-green eyes. "I asked you a question," she said.
"Leave me alone."
Effortlessly, Miss Proctor slapped the girl. Nancy reeled back in her chair, just managing to keep her balance. "Answer the question, you little slut,"
Miss Proctor said viciously. "And address me as Mistress. You belong to me now."
Tears started from Nancy's eyes, but her face was defiant. "I won't! Leave me alone!"
"Need a hand with the little bitch?" Leary asked, rising.
Miss Proctor froze her assistant with a haughty glance.
"That'll be the day-when I need your help with the likes of her!" Leary fell back into the chair. The headmistress turned back to the girl, sitting stiff-backed but shaking on the edge of her chair. Her perfect patrician features were tight with fury.
"You have been brought here to be disciplined, young lady," she said. "Do you understand what that means."
Nancy nodded.
Miss Proctor slapped her. The red palm-print on her cheeks seemed to burn when she felt it gingerly with her fingers. "No you don't." She stood up. "You don't have the slightest notion of the brand of discipline we enforce here at the Proctor Reform School for Girls."
She turned to a cabinet set in the dark-paneled wall. "But you will now find out," she said over her shoulder, and faced Nancy again. The teenager gasped.
Miss Proctor was holding a whip.
Leary shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Your first lesson begins immediately," the headmistress said to Nancy. "Discipline means total submission to the wishes of those above you. And it means painful punishment for disobedience!"
To punctuate her words, Miss Proctor swung the six-foot length of braided black leather. Nancy's lips peeled back for a scream of agony, and then froze. Delicately, the tip of the whip had flicked across the front of Nancy's swelling boobs. The girl had scarcely felt it.
But a long tear now ran across the front of the girl's white summerweight blouse. The lacy fabric of a bra showed through the tear, and a hint of pink flesh. "You see?" Miss Proctor smiled. "Your first lesson: fear. If you learn to be afraid, you will be far better off, young lady."
Again the whip licked through the air. A rip appeared in the blouse, slanting down across the other. Quick as a snake, Miss Proctor struck two more times, and Nancy's blouse lay in tatters around her shoulders. Aside from the quivering of her tits to the rhythm of her tightly-controlled breathing, Nancy didn't move. Her face held no color.
This isn't so bad, she thought. She's just trying to terrorize me. She won't hurt me-she wouldn't dare! There are laws against things like that.
As if reading her young charge's mind, Miss Proctor smiled with feline cruelty. Without warning the whip lashed out from the floor where its black length rested.
Nancy Redmond shrieked in agony as incandescent pain shot through her boobs. With one wicked stroke the black snake cut away the twin cups of her bra, stinging the soft titflesh beneath like a scorpion.
The girl leaned far over to one side of her chair, mouth working. Her mind reeled in a red haze of pain. Could this really be happening?
Whistle-crack! Like a talon the tip of the whip raked her sensitive bare boobs. She screamed again, clutching protectively at her jugs. Before her hands closed over her tits, they felt Miss Proctor's whip a third time.
Bent over in her chair, stomach twisting with nausea, Nancy felt gingerly at her tortured tits. The flesh seemed unbroken, though her nipples burned as though afire. She could feel the puffiness of welts crossing the soft, snowy tips of her ample boobs. The touch of her hands sent agony thrilling through her ribcage, but Nancy did not dare remove them, for fear Miss Proctor would hit her jugs again.
This was terrible! Compared to the torture of having Miss Proctor expertly and sadistically flog her bared tits, the brutal lashing her father had given Nancy with his belt was almost deliciously mild. The luxurious deep carpet seemed to swim in patterns of russet and black before her eyes and her breath came in panting heaves.
The whip played restlessly across the rich carpet as if seeking a new victim. "Stand up," Miss Proctor commanded. Nancy ignored her, staring at the floor. Leary, leaning back in his chair and licking his lips, had lit a cigarette and was puffing furiously.
This time the whip was silent till it stroked agony along? Nancy's right thigh. She jumped to her feet. The fabric of her knee-length skirt was torn, baring the pale, pain-throbbing skin of her leg.
"What are you doing?" she screamed through a curtain of tears. "Why are you hurting me? Why are you doing this?"
For answer Miss Proctor flicked the whip again. Nancy cringed away with a squeal of terror. But instead of stinging, it ghosted softly across her belly, light as a feather's touch.
"I'm merely doing what your father brought you here to have done to you-teaching you discipline." The full lips smiled. "Of course, he did not know precisely how we do things here at the school, but what he doesn't know, as they say, won't hurt him."
Suddenly the catlike smile went away. "I have told you once always to address me as Mistress, slut," she told the cowering, half-naked girl. "I won't tell you again."
Nancy screamed as the blacksnake slashed her ass. She felt cool air wash over her burning asscheeks through a tear that seemed to cut through dress and panties alike. She half-turned, her arms folded protectively over her jugs. The next time the whip struck it molded itself almost lovingly into a half-circle around her hips and lush, firm buttocks.
As Miss Proctor methodically stripped the clothes from Nancy's quivering body, it drew a flaming tracery of welts on her delicate ass, her upper thighs, the soft flesh around the furry triangle of her twat. Like a crazed marionette the girl danced, squealing in pain and fear, as she was exposed to the lusting gaze of Mr. Leary and the unnatural attentions of the headmistress.
A pistol-shot crack of the whip along her side made Nancy turn in a frenzy from her tormentor, bending over to catch the breath the cruel stroke had driven from her lungs. The crack of her tortured ass smiled open, the toast-brown fur of her pussy tufting beneath. With malicious precision, Miss Proctor brought the six-foot whip slithering over the carpet, then slashing up to lick like an acid tongue at Nancy's vulnerable cunt.
Pain exploded in the girl's pussy. The lash seemed to tear the frilly pink pussy lips away from her tightly-shut gash. She howled like a lost soul and collapsed.
Soft footsteps on the carpet and Miss Proctor stood over the huddled, sobbing form. Her lush lips smiled as her eyes took in the flesh that showed through the tattered rags that were all that remained of her victim's clothes: white and pulsing scarlet. "That's your first lesson, you little bitch," she said, each word falling like the lash of the blacksnake. "Now it's time for your second."
Her red hair tossed as she turned her head to Leary. "Your turn," she said. "Be rough with her."
Grinning with anticipation, Leary rose and paced across to his superior's broad desk. He pressed a buzzer. The tang of aroused pussy seeped into Nancy's nostrils, its pungency reaching her brain through the fog of agony, shame and despair, which lay over her like a blanket.
The evil bitch! the girl thought, and balled a little tighter into the fetal position, arms wrapped around her knees. She got turned on, whipping me like that. Despite her pain and the horror of her situation, Nancy's stomach twisted a little with revulsion.
Miss Proctor had gone back to the chair behind her desk. She sat with the whip coiled like a serpent in her lap, as if she derived some sexual pleasure from the feel of its hardness on her skirted thighs. Leary had taken her place looming over the girl. Nancy heard the deliberate whir as he unzipped his pants, which fell with a soft rustle beside her head. She moaned and buried her face in the deep carpet.
The door opened. More footsteps came into the room. Nancy felt herself grabbed under the armpits, and then she was being hauled to her feet.
She tried to struggle but the strength had left her body. Her head hung listlessly, her glorious golden-amber hair falling onto her naked tits. Then she took a sidelong glance at the new arrivals, and stiffened.
Pinioning her arms were two teenaged girls no older than herself!
To Nancy's right was a petite girl with jugs like melons that threatened to burst through the straining fabric of a tan workshirt tied up to leave her belly bare. To her left was a willowy blonde in slacks and a tee shirt. Her boobs were small and cone-shaped, and the nipples struck out like arrowheads.
"What are you doing? Why are you helping them?" she yelled, tossing her head from side to side.
The smaller girl laughed and shook midnight hair from her forehead, where it hung low in bangs. "Don't worry, sister, it's just an initiation. We all have to go through it."
"You wouldn't expect us to let you get out of something we had to take," the blonde said.
Surprisingly strong arms propelled Nancy forward toward the oaken desk. She dug in her heels, but it did no good. The two girls dragged her resistlessly forward.
The edge of the desk cut into Nancy's bare belly. Then she was being bent forward, down. Her tits swung down so that the shiny hardwood touched them with a cool kiss. Then the pillowy jugs flattened as the girl's weight came onto them.
Nancy's ass was sticking up in the air, naked and vulnerable. She felt more than heard Mr. Leary position himself behind her. A wave of heat from his rigid cock washed over her upturned butt. A beginning of fear tickled in the base of Nancy's throat as she guessed what was in store for her. The desktop burned her cheek as she tried to twist her face back to see what was happening behind her.
The blonde and brunette walked around the desk, pulling Nancy's arms so that she was stretched taut over the desk. "All right, Mr. Leary," the blonde girl said. "Ream her out."
The rubbery hardness of Leary's cock probed into the widely-splayed crack between Nancy's whip-reddened asscheeks. The air ripped from her lungs in a fearful scream.
He was going to buttfuck her. Without lubricating his cock!
As the tip of the stiff prick poked Nancy's butt once more she turned her face forward, toward Miss Proctor, toward the pair holding her in position for her further degradation. She saw no pity on any face. Miss Proctor's cold and lovely features held an expression of lust and exultation. The faces of the girls holding Nancy were tense with anticipation. The brunette licked her lips with a small coral tongue.
With his cock nestled between the once-snowy mounds of Nancy's ass, Leary paused to take a cigarette from the pack in the breast pocket of the shirt he was still wearing and light it Then he put his hands on the demiglobes of assflesh. Gently, firmly, he began to pull them apart.
The touch of his hands on her beaten ass felt as though the palms were coated with acid, but Nancy barely noticed the pain for the fear that gripped her. Despite the contraction of every muscle in her luscious body, her asshole was opening to the pressure of Leary's hands. Already the tip of his prick fit into the hole like a ball in a cup. Another few seconds and the unlubricated cock would be inside her helpless poop-chute.
And from the size of the cock-head pressing like a wedge into her dilating asshole, Leary's prick was big enough to rip her apart!
She lifted her face. The desk was unyielding beneath her chin and her neck muscles cracked. "You can't let him do this!" she implored Miss Proctor. She felt the pressure of the cockhead forcing open her asshole, forging its way into her forbidden, bone-dry poop-chute. "It's rape-it's against the law!"
Miss Proctor smiled cruelly.
"But you can't-my father-AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEE!"
With a mighty grunt of effort Leary crammed the swollen glans of his prick into the reluctant opening. A ring of flesh clamped behind the flaring cockhead. Delightful sensation flooded into his balls.
The pain was intense. "Oh, it's huge-soooo huge!" the naked captive sobbed. "It's going to tear me apart-get it oooooouuuut!"
"That's only the tip of the iceberg, sweetheart," the little black-haired girl said tauntingly. "Wait till you feel the rest of his nine inches!" She shivered as if in remembrance of pleasure and pain.
Quivering with lust and tension, Leary's magnificent prick began to slide into Nancy's ass. Or rather, rasp into the girl's bottom; the dry-walled channel resisted furiously, so that both its interior and Leary's cock were grated ruthlessly. "That's the way," the lean man groaned. He blew smoke into the air. "Just keep fighting me. The more you fight it, the snugger the fit will be on my cock!"
He looked down. Ash fell like grey snow on the perfectly-molded demiglobes of Nancy's ass.
Behind, the thickness of his cock looked like a fat brown tail growing from between. His fingers made depressions on the outsides of the matching butt cheeks, and his thumbs pressed in the walls of the crevice of the girl's ass. His own stomach was flattened from exertion, and as he watched his rock-hard cock diminished before his very eyes.
Nancy's captors were breathing heavily now, but Miss Proctor was aloof and cool as a statue of ice. Two spots of color on her high cheekbones matched the carmine of her lips. Otherwise, only the cruel lewdness of her smile showed any sign she was reacting to the painful, carnal scene being played out on the desk in front of her.
Farther and farther went the cock up Nancy's ass. Grinding pain filled her butt-her whole body. The surface of Leary's prick seemed as harsh as a cheese grater, shredding the sensitive lining of her rectum.
"Stop," she choked out through teeth gritted against the intense, unrelenting agony. "Please stop! You're hurting me. You're ruining me! My asshole is going to rip wide open any minute! STOP!"
"Your butt's not going to burst," the tall blonde breathed. "Just feels that way. Ooh, that Leary fucks butts so good!" She rolled her hips, kneading the fabric-clad bun of her cunt against the edge of the desk.
"That's right," the smaller girl agreed. Her eyes seemed glued to the milk-white ass and the mammoth cock driving slowly into it. "Just relax, baby. Relax and enjoy it."
Relax and enjoy it! Nancy thought. How could anyone enjoy such dreadful torment? How could anyone enjoy watching it-or inflicting it? She knew that her narrow ass channel fit around Leary's big prick more tightly than the tightest of cunts, and that its manic grip would fill his prick with unbelievable sensation. But he seemed to be getting as much of a turn-on from watching her writhe and hearing her moan, knowing Nancy was in agony and he was causing it, as from having his anally-buried cock crushed by her unwilling ass. He was a sadist!
In and in.
In and in. Pain like barbed wire being pushed up her butt, rending, tearing-the most brutal, painful, intimate invasion of her tender young body possible. Through it all a sudden, clear thought cut.
Gwen and Owen.
Gwen had taken Owen's hard cock up her ass, and she had seemed to love it. Nancy didn't think Gwen was a masochist. Of course, Owen's prick was nowhere the size of Leary's elephantine cock, and it had been well greased with the sweet oils of his girl friend's pussy. But Nancy would try. With a deliberate effort of will that made sweat start on her forehead, Nancy forced her muscles to relax. Her asshole ceased its struggle to resist the onslaught of Leary's prick.
Leary gasped as his cock went into Nancy's rump to the hilt. His balls slapped loosely against the downturned mouth of the girl's pussy. His hands clenched convulsively at the full, ripe assflesh they held.
Despite her new resolve, Nancy shrieked. God, it was terrible. It was as if an entire telephone pole-an old, dry, splintery telephone pole-had been driven up her ass. The inflated tip of Leary's cock seemed to pulse and throb somewhere in her belly. The valley between her buttocks was drawn almost flat from the asscheeks being wedged apart. And the whole unbearable length of her assailant's cock seemed to burn her bowels like a red-hot iron!
Slowly the giant prick began to draw out. Nancy gasped. The pain was too great for her to find her voice. The suction was threatening to suck her guts inside out as the fat cock withdrew. White heat of friction seared the whole length of her ass channel.
One word hammered in Nancy's brain: relax, relax, relax! That was her only hope. Her one chance of diminishing the unbearable agony-of surviving this terrible, humiliating experience.
She opened her eyes. Leary's cock slid from her anus as though surfaced with a million tiny fishhooks, shredding her membranes as it went. A few beads of sweat had appeared on Miss Proctor's fine upper hp.
The brunette moaned with passion. One hand let go of Nancy's arm to massage her crotch. The blonde was grinding her pussy mindlessly against the headmistress' desk.
Relax! The sight of the three females strengthened Nancy's determination. They would not be able to get their perverted rocks off watching her squirm.
If her pain was their pleasure, she was going to make herself enjoy being fucked up the ass!
The shaft of Leary's prick was back in the open air. Only the cockhead was still trapped in Nancy's asshole. It was a temporary respite, despite the burning agony pulsing up and down the torn-feeling passage of her butt.
The pressure started again. Relax! Nancy gritted her teeth.
The entry of the cock was much easier this time. Because its girth was rasping along nerve-ends already rubbed raw by the massive cock, it was no less painful than the first time it went up Nancy's butt. But it was quicker, over with sooner.
With barely a pause to feel the whole tremendous length of his cock being squeezed by Nancy's poop-chute, Leary pulled it back. It moved easily, almost freely. The man muttered disappointment. It was neither as snug or as emotionally satisfying now that the girl wasn't resisting. He drew out till once again just the head of his prick was up his victim's butt, then rammed it back home with brutal force, hoping to elicit squeals of agony.
Instead he heard a moan of pleasure?
The constant message Nancy was forcing through her mind, to relax, enjoy, deprive her torturers of their sadistic joy, had finally had effect. She felt the delicious seep of juices deep within her pussy. And, though it still hurt monumentally, the intrusion of Leary's stiff cock sent a jolt of pleasure lancing through Nancy's almost-nude body!
Rhythmically, Leary began to fuck his prick in and out of the now-willing girl's ass. To his surprise, she began to roll her hips, churning her firm buttocks around and around the plunging cock. She was fucking him back, as abandonedly as he was fucking her butt!
But this was supposed to be rape! Well, what the hell. The fabulous motion of her butt cheeks around his rigid prick felt even better than the pressure he felt when she was trying to keep his cock out of her ass!
No longer was it taking a conscious act of will for Nancy's asshole to swallow Leary's prick. Every stroke in and out sent pain crackling up the girl's back. But now it was only an edge to the sweet pleasure thrilling her every nerve. This was fucking-hard, fast, furious! She knew now what Gwen had felt with Owen pumping his cock in and out of her plump, saucy butt. She knew now why the look of ecstasy had transfigured her friend's features.
It was heaven with a taste of hell, a more intense experience than anything she'd ever known. Somehow the pain acted like a catalyst on the pleasure, and the resulting bliss threatened to drive Nancy mad.
"Keep it up!" she howled, cheek once more pressed to the wooden surface. "Keep fucking me hard. Hurt me, hurt me good! Fuck my butt till I die!"
Leary knew he couldn't hold off his orgasm much longer. It felt as though he'd fucked his cock into a hot, dry blender. He wasn't sure when he finally spent his lust in a surge of jism that he'd pull anything but a charred nub of his mighty cock from that pumping, bucking butt-but he didn't care! What a fuck this chick was giving him!
The brunette and the blonde were almost beside themselves. They didn't mind that Nancy wasn't hurting anymore. Their libidos seemed almost in communion with hers, and her ecstasy was thrilling them to the depths of their sopping pussies. Only Miss Proctor was not in the grip of raging lust. She looked on, faint approval beginning to color her expression.
Nancy felt the delicious warning tingle deep in her cunt. Her pussy was awash with cunt sauce. The fragrant stuff ran from the slack pussy lips into the red-gold fur of her muff. She was going to come as she had never come before.
"Blow it off!" she begged. "Let your wad off up my ass! I want to feel your jism burning my rectum, feel it run out my poor asshole! Come in my butt!"
Leary was close, so close. His balls made slapping sounds, wet now, as they bounced off the girl's cunt with every forward thrust of his cock. His cigarette had burned almost to his lips, but he was scarcely aware of it. All he was aware of was his growing need to come.
It hit Nancy first. Her nipples were hard and hot, seeming to drill into the cool desktop. The cock plunging madly in and out of her butt was generating an erotic electricity that filled the room. Then Leary fucked into her, all the way, balls-deep in Nancy's ass.
Nancy came.
Her wild cry of delight was the first warning Leary had. Then her whole body seemed to go mad. Her belly made a sucking noise as it came off the desk. Her tits were squashed flatter still as she ground her ass against Leary's hairy crotch, impaling herself on that unyielding bar of cock. All her senses were ablaze with joy, and her body thrummed like a plucked bowstring as her every muscle tightened and loosened, tightened and loosened.
Leary felt the pressure in his balls grow unbearable. He had to blow off his come. He had to fill that seething ass channel with his entire load of sperm.
Nancy was gobbling and gasping as her lust spent itself in a fury of orgasm. Soft cries from the brunette and a strangled noise from the blonde, whose head was thrown back on its long graceful neck and whose hair was streaming down her back, showed they were coming too, brought off by the sight and the sound and the smell of the helpless girl being ass-raped and coming to climax from it. Nancy's soft butt cheeks turned to rock beneath Leary's hands as orgasm clamped them tight around the invading pole of prick.
Then his body was trembling with the urgency of need. He had to come! But there was something missing.
Panting, he puffed till the coal end of his much-shortened cigarette glowed red. Nancy's cunt drooled fragrance down her legs as she sighed and came and fucked herself to frenzy on his huge cock. The ember of the cigarette seemed to be reflected in Miss Proctor's big green eyes.
Deliberately, Leary took the stub from his mouth. He brought it down toward the churning, perfect ass his cock was driven into. The coal touched white flesh. Leary stubbed the cigarette out on Nancy's left buttock, and came with a long groan of delight.
Nancy's hideous shriek blended with Miss Proctor's wail of pleasure. Miss Proctor was coming, at the very instant the fiery cigarette tip destroyed Nancy's climax.
The smell of cunt juice mingled with the smell of the come bubbling out of Nancy's asshole, around the still-pumping cock-and the slight stench of singed flesh.
Chapter Five
"Come along," the blonde girl said, and turned away from the door. For a moment Nancy sat on the bed, looking after her with empty eyes.
A girl lying on a top bunk across the room rolled over on her side and grinned down at Nancy. "Better get a move on," she grinned. "From the way you looked when you came in, you've already had a taste of what they do to people who make them mad."
Hesitantly, Nancy stood up, pulling down the hem of the tee shirt she'd put on to replace her ruined clothes. Her hand brushed her ass, and she winced.
The other girl nodded knowingly. "Oh, so Leary pulled his stubbing-his-cigarette-out-on-your-ass trick, huh?" Nancy nodded. "Yeah, he gets to cornhole all the new arrivals. Sometimes he likes to, uh, sort of embellish it a little."
Nancy gave herself a reflexive once-over in a full-length mirror set in the wall. A good shower had washed away all visible traces of the pain and degradation she'd undergone that afternoon. With her golden-red hair shining to her shoulders, her voluptuous young body naked beneath the white tee shirt and shorts, she looked like any other pretty, healthy American adolescent girl. Except for a slightly haunted look to her huge amber eyes.
At the door she paused and turned back. "What is this I'm supposed to go to?" she asked. "Somebody told me it's some kind of dramatic presentation, but I haven't rehearsed or anything."
The other girl turned toward the wall. "Oh, you don't need any rehearsing," she said in a muffled voice. "You'll know what to do when the time comes."
It was late dusk on the Proctor Reform School campus-or compound, which was more what it looked like to the young girl as she walked toward the theater building. The dorm, which housed the forty or so inmates of the school faced the administration and classroom building across a graded and graveled road. At the end of the road, away from the city lights spreading out below the ridge on which the school was built, was the theater, which for some reason was larger than the classroom building. Surrounding the whole thing was an eight foot wire fence, which rumor said was electrified I wouldn't put it past the bastards, Nancy thought. She was a prisoner here, as much a prisoner as though she were in the state pen-with one difference: she had no rights at all. As Miss Proctor and her brutal sideburned henchman Mr. Leary had proven that afternoon, she was little better than property.
There were a few cars parked by the front entrance to the theater, which puzzled Nancy. The girls at Proctor were not allowed cars-they weren't even allowed off the grounds. The mystery unresolved, she went around to the back and in through the entrance she'd been told to take.
A dim flight of stairs led her down to a corridor floored with white and green tiles. She walked down the corridor, paused at a closed door at the end. Report to the Green Room, she had been told. She opened the door and stepped inside, blinking at the bright light that filled the room.
"It took you long enough," the tall blonde said languidly. She lay on a couch to one side. "We'll overlook it-this time."
She stood up. Nancy felt a surge of panic as the taller girl approached her. "Out the far door, down the hall, go into the first open cubicle on the left, and take off all your clothes. Someone will come for you when it's time."
"Take off all my clothes? What are you talking about?"
The blonde took another step toward Nancy. "You're not going to be uncooperative, are you?" she asked pleasantly. "I wish you would, though. Maybe Miss Proctor would let me play with you, instead of that bitch-"
Nancy didn't hear the rest. She flew out the door and into the indicated cubicle as though it was the safest of havens.
A low bench, a sink, and a full-length mirror were all the furnishings in the room. The door wouldn't lock, to Nancy's dismay. The look in the blonde's blue eyes made her cold even to think about.
Slowly, she began to undress herself. Her every fiber revolted against acting in dumb obedience, but what choice did she have? Walking still caused pains to shoot through her violated asshole.
She had no choice.
She skinned the thin shirt off over her head. Her ample tits bobbled free. Her sandals she kicked into a corner, and then she unzipped her shorts and slid them gingerly off her hips, down her long tapering thighs. Despite her care, she felt a twinge of pain as the shorts rubbed the burn on her ass.
The teenager stood and surveyed her nakedness in the mirror. So much had happened in the last-was it no more than twenty-four hours? A little more perhaps. Only yesterday afternoon she had stumbled home from watching Owen and Gwen's forbidden fucking, to find her brother Greg, jacking off that magnificent prick of his.
It wouldn't do to remember all that. A mist of tears fell like a gauze curtain between her eyes and the reflected image of her nude body. She blinked her eyes clear. How could all this have happened? All her hopes and dreams had come crashing down around her. Her love once had betrayed her in obscene ways she could never have imagined. And now she was hopelessly trapped, forced to choose between torture-and possible disfigurement, she reminded herself, turning to look at the angry red mark left by Leary's cigarette-and submitting to the bizarre lusts of the headmistress and her sadistic assistant.
Her eyes roved over the image of her supple, naked body. Her breasts were far fuller than most girl's, but as firm and taut as ripe fruit. Her belly was a gentle dome, curving down to a neat triangle of golden pussy fur couched between satin-skinned thighs. She half-turned, and her asscheeks were perfect alabaster globes, marred only by the mark Leary had branded her with. She was a beautiful girl, she knew.
A strange determination came over Nancy Redmond. She would survive her ordeal here at Proctor Reform School, and she would somehow escape. And then, she would get her own back. With interest "You ready?" Nancy jumped and turned. She hadn't even heard the door open. A girl of about her own height stood there, a pretty, slender adolescent with small tits that seemed to stare at Nancy with the brown eyes of their nipples, which hardened under Nancy's gaze.
What was going on here? In spite of her experiences since being brought to the school, Nancy was unprepared for the sight of the new girl's costume. She wore a leather vest open at the front, a leather skirt that didn't even come to the bottom of her pert ass, and high, shiny boots. A thin rope was coiled at her waist. Other than that, she was stark naked. Her pale flesh contrasted sharply with the darkness of the leather.
The strangely-dressed-or undressed-girl tossed short brown hair out of her eyes. "Come on," she said. "We haven't got all night."
Dumbly, Nancy followed the girl down a short hallway to a flight of stairs leading upwards. Her abbreviated skirt tended to ride up her well-rounded butt as she walked, and Nancy could see she was naked beneath. They mounted the stairs. A slice of brown-tufted pussy peeked at Nancy from between her guide's creamy butt cheeks as they climbed.
At the top, Nancy found herself in the wings of a wooden floored stage. Sounds came from the theater, as if the house held an audience. "What am I supposed to do?" Nancy whispered urgently.
The other girl had pulled the rope from her waist and was tying a noose. "Just do what comes naturally," she grinned, and flipped the noose over Nancy's head.
Before Nancy could react, the rope was taut and the girl was dragging her toward the glare of the stagelights. Off-balance and choking, it was all the naked adolescent could do to keep from going down on all fours on the bare hardwood floor.
The bright lights had warmed the planking of the stage. Half stooped over, frightened half to death, Nancy blinked into the dazzle. She heard sounds, excited eager sounds, and then vision returned.
She screamed.
The auditorium was small, but it was well-filled. At least thirty men sat in the folding seats, applauding the spectacle of a nude girl dragged onstage by a rope.
Instinctively, the captive tried to flee. The tightening rope cut off her wind and brought up short, gasping and clawing at it with frantic fingers. She broke a nail. The momentary pang of pain went unnoticed amidst boiling currents of fear, humiliation, astonishment.
They were watching her-raping her with their lustful gazes. They were measuring the swell of her tits, taking in the fleecy softness of her cunt, commenting to one another on the way her boobs and ass juggled as she moved and the sweat gleamed all over her bare body.
For some reason she was excruciatingly conscious of the burn on her butt. The thought of all these men staring at the mark was more embarrassing than anything else. What would they think?
"On your knees, slut!" The harsh words came out of nowhere. Nancy heard them without comprehending their meaning. Then a sudden tug on her leash brought her to her knees with a painful thud.
"You are an undisciplined bitch," the leather girl's voice declared. Nancy shook her hair from her eyes. Her tormentor was standing in a dazzle of floodlights. Her thickly thatched cunt bush swam in midair two feet from Nancy's nose. The captive could smell the odor of the brown-haired wench's cunt.
"You are here to learn the meaning of discipline and obedience. You will learn to obey. Do you understand?"
Nancy shook her head. Her mouth formed the word no over and over, but no sound came out.
She crawled away, expecting the impact of a whip for her show of defiance. Instead, the other girl laughed and clapped her hands. Then with a savage jerk on the rope, she forced Nancy forward, so that she was crawling on all fours with her bounteous tits swinging freely beneath her.
Bare feet slapped against the planking. A weight came down on Nancy's back, and then two more girls, dressed like the first, knelt beside her and belted a thick strap across her belly. To Nancy's momentary relief, one of them then loosened the rope around her neck and pulled it off over her head. But then one girl grabbed a handful of her gleaming hair and pulled it cruelly tight, while the other fitted some kind of harness over Nancy's face. It smelled of leather and oil.
Something was being pressed against her lips. She shook her head, heedless of the pain from her pulled hair. Then a hand pinched her nose, and in a moment she had to open her mouth to breathe. A round bar of cold metal clinked between her teeth, and the harness was strapped tight behind her head. The two girls leapt up and ran off, hair flying, tits bouncing abandonedly.
Nancy knew then what she was wearing. A saddle and a miniature bit. They'd made an animal out of her, a naked animal to be used and abused for the sexual pleasure of her captors and the heavy-breathing audience. She knew with sick certainty what was coming next. A ball of ice formed in her stomach.
The crowd went wild. Nancy glanced up, and almost lost control despite herself.
The tiny, but big-titted, brunette who had helped hold her had strutted on stage. She was dressed in a black hunt cap, high black boots-and no more, except the glistening coat of sweat that covered her ivory-white body. She held a riding whip in a small hand. Shiny silver spurs jingled at her heels. Panicking, Nancy tried to spit out the bit. It stayed put, filling her mouth with the flavor of metal and oil.
Purposefully, the black-haired girl strode to Nancy's side. The saddled teenager tried to get to her feet. With a lithe bound the brunette straddled her. Nancy collapsed heavily onto her elbows.
The girl dug her spurs into Nancy's bare sides.
The audience howled approval. Nancy squealed in pain and fell forward. The combined weight of her body and the smaller girl's squashed her tits painfully against the unyielding floor.
"Get up!" the rider commanded,, Nancy lay unmoving. The girl yanked on the reins attached to the bit in Nancy's mouth. The metal tugged at the corners of her mouth painfully, but still Nancy refused to budge. It was just too much. There was only so much degradation she could be forced to endure.
The girl astride Nancy's back turned and smiled evilly at the audience. Then she turned and brought her riding crop whistling down between Nancy's upturned asscheeks.
" Yeeeeee AAAAAHHHHH!" Nancy shrieked. With a sudden surge of energy she pushed up from the floor, rearing upright, trying to dislodge her tormentor. The other girl hung on gamely, clamping her knees against Nancy's bare sides.
Hands balled into fists, Nancy struck at the other girl. She heard the smack! of her hand on bare flesh. The brunette cried out and lashed Nancy viciously across the tits.
Her nipples stung as if they were afire. Perversely, they hardened, as if the searing pain was turning Nancy on. She tried to grab the girl, who braced her feet in the stirrups and leaned forward. She brought the crop down again.
With unerring accuracy the whip came down between Nancy's quivering thighs. It bit right into the cleft between the lips of her pussy, smashing down on her ultrasensitive clit with smashing force. "GOD!" Nancy cried, and collapsed again.
"You won't try that again, will you?" the girl in the peaked black hair demanded. The whip cracked against a gleaming asscheek. Nancy convulsed, squealing. "Will you?"
"N-no."
Her buttcheeks tightened to the sound of the riding crop cutting air. This time the stroke landed on the brand Leary had given her earlier. "Ngahhh!" Nancy gasped.
"Get up," the rider ordered. Nancy yelped as her hips were raked by the girl's spurs. She tried to get her arms under her. She wasn't quick enough for the girl, who laid a stinging hail of blows on Nancy's tender rump.
Aching all over, Nancy finally struggled to her hands and knees. Every man in the audience was staring at her. She could feel their lustful gazes boring into her. She could hear the small rustling noises they made as they shifted in their seats, squirming from horniness. What a show! The sight of a naked girl being whipped, abused, and dominated by another was more nerve-grindingly erotic than anything any of them had even dreamed of.
And the show had just begun!
A drop of something wet and damp crawled from the edge of the saddle down Nancy's side. Blood, she thought, I'm bleeding. Then an all-too-familiar smell reached her nostrils. The aroma of hungry, randy, drooling cunt. Her tormentor was getting every bit as horny as the men in the audience.
The lightest flick of whip-tip on bare butt stirred Nancy into motion. On hands and knees she walked around the stage, steered by the bit in her mouth, urged by whip and spurs when she faltered. Her knees ached terribly and her arms shook, but she allowed herself to be put through her paces obediently as a trained spaniel. She couldn't take any more pain.
"Good girl," her rider nodded approvingly. The crop slid down her side and began to caress a pendulous jug. "Are you ready to obey my every command."
"Yes."
The whip jabbed Nancy's tit. "Louder."
"YES!" Tears streamed freely down Nancy's cheeks. Would this never end.
A brief sensation of floating took her by surprise. The smaller girl had dismounted! Washer stint over? She felt fingers fumbling at the back of her neck, and relief washed over her as the bit was eased from between her swollen lips and the halter was allowed to hang loose around her neck. Yes! She was free. The ordeal was over.
With a plop! the smaller girl's saucy buttocks hit the floorboards. Her fishpale thighs parted and a blast of rank odor from her hot cunt hit Nancy in the face. "All right then, bitch. Eat my pussy!"
Nancy's stomach turned over. "No!" she gasped in revulsion.
The brunette grabbed the dangling bridle. She threw her booted legs over Nancy's shoulders and pulled the girl's unwilling face full into the midst of her steaming cunt!
Nancy shut her eyes as a damp mat of pussy fur clamped over her nose and mouth. The reek of cunt was overpowering. The feel of the rough, bristly pubic hairs, slimed and oily with the juices of the girl's cunt, made her sick to the core of her very being. She squirmed her hips around. The sopping lips of her pussy opened, smearing a pungent kiss over Nancy's tightly-shut lips The onlookers sat forward in their seats. Thirty flies were strained to the breaking points by raging hard-ons. "Tongue me out!" the rider cried. "Shove your tongue up my twat! Pleasure me-or I'll hurt you!"
To emphasize her words she dug at Nancy's shoulders with her spurs. Nancy started to open her mouth in dumb obedience. The brunette ground her splayed cunt against Nancy's face, and cunt juice filled her nose. She gagged.
The riding crop bit a well-padded hip. Nancy opened her mouth in a cry of pain. Instantly, her mouth was filled with squirming, slimy, reeking pussy lips.
Nancy wagged her head, trying to get the nauseating flaps of pussy flesh out of her mouth. The other girl threw back her head with a sobbing cry of ecstasy. Her efforts to spit out the cuntlips were giving her tormentor unbelievable pleasure.
With her tongue Nancy tried to shove the rubbery pussy lips from her mouth. She inadvertently touched the girl's swollen cut with her tongue-tip. Silky thighs clamped like a vise around her neck. The smaller girl lay back against the oak floor. Her ass came off the planking and she thrust her brimming pussy into Nancy's face. "God, I'm coming!" she cried. "Keep eating me-eat my pussy good!"
Nancy had no choice but to comply. With the other girl's strong young legs wrapped around her neck, and the death-grip the brunette had on the bridle, she couldn't have budged. The other girl's pussy seemed to have a life of its own. Nancy felt the tumultuous contractions of cunt muscles, felt the girl's pussy mouth pulse in and out, felt the white-hot-fever within the other's naked body.
It was getting to her too, she realized. She was getting turned on by feeling the girl come under her lips and tongue. The taste of pussy sauce was no longer rank and offensive to her. She could feel the moistness welling up in her own pussy tunnel, starting to seep out and dampen the reddish gold hairs around her own pussy hole!
At last the tremors of orgasm subsided in the black-haired girl's body. Her ass lowered itself back to the floor. A slow insistent pressure on the bridle kept Nancy's face pressed firmly in the morass of her cunt. But no longer did Nancy have to be forced to tongue and suck the girl's pussy!
She was no longer aware of the pain, the shame, the fact that an auditorium full of horny men was watching her be forced to perform Lesbian acts.
All that existed for her was the wet, willing pussy. She explored it eagerly with her lips and her tongue, sucking the frilly pink cunt-curtains in between her teeth, laving her tongue up and down the dripping slit. With the saddle on her back and her abused ass up in the air, she was sublimely unconscious.
So preoccupied was Nancy with her first session of cunt eating that she didn't hear the collective gasp the audience gave, nor the sounds of booted feet coming up behind her. She didn't know anything was about to happen, in fact, till something long and hard and cold suddenly stabbed deep into her pussy from behind.
She screamed straight into her mouthful of pussy. "Oh, YES," groaned the booted girl, arching her back.
It was as if ice water had been thrown over Nancy. She twisted her head around so that she could look over her shoulder.
Behind her Miss Proctor stood on her knees, her magnificent body naked but for high heels, silk stockings, and a red garter belt. And the leather harness of a dildo strapped over the fiery crimson delta of her cunt.
She smiled as she saw Nancy looking back at her. She pulled the dildo out a little bit, twisting it as she did so. The unyielding plastic felt hard as steel inside Nancy's cunt. It seemed about to tear her pussy walls open, yet at the same time painful pleasure pulsed from her cunt.
A biting pain between her shoulders as the black-haired girl hit her with the riding crop brought her attention back to the black-bearded pussy pressed over her face. Curly cunt hairs tickled her nose and rasped her chin. She started chewing on a resilient mouthful of cuntlips, trying to ignore this new violation from behind.
Miss Proctor looked out at the audience. Thirty customers, all influential members of the community, all well-heeled, all very willing to spend nice amounts of money for an evening of extra-special entertainment. Miss Proctor had life by the balls. Not only did her school bring in money from the parents of her charges, it brought her warm, full-bodied playthings to be used to act out her sexual fantasies. The girls could be cowed, or beaten into submission, and they wouldn't dare say a word to their parents. They wouldn't be believed if they did! And more than that, her dramatic presentations-and other special services her pupils rendered-brought in money from citizens with a taste for the unusual.
What a life! She turned her head and looked down at the quivering white globes of assflesh to either side of the thick artificial cock. She pushed forward with her hips, feeling the base of the dildo grinding against her clit, watching the demiglobes of Nancy's butt being wedged farther and farther apart as the plastic prick slid between them.
Nancy gasped. The dildo must have been a foot long! Endlessly it slid into her pussy, corkscrewing as it went. The hard, pointed tip seemed to grate over raw nerve ends inside the sensitive channel of Nancy's cunt. Pain and pleasure battled in her body.
The dildo was harder than Greg's big cock had been, and her pussy thrilled to its hardness. But at the same time the cold unliving feel of it repelled her. And Miss Proctor was using it with brutal strength, driving it deliberately into her cunt with an agonizing spiral motion. It hurt almost as bad as Leary's cock reaming her ass had, but Nancy was so turned on by having the dildo fucked up her cunt she could barely stand it.
Unconsciously, she had taken the black-haired girl's clit between her lips and was kneading it while her tongue played over the pearly cunt-node. The other girl's riding cap, strapped under her chin, was askew. She lay with her eyes closed and her mouth open, mouthing silent words as total pleasure submerged her being.
Miss Proctor put her hands on Nancy's warm ass. She began fucking the saddled adolescent with long, hard strokes of the dildo, ramming it home till the fiery strands of her cunt bush tickled Nancy's white buns, then bringing it out so that only the very tip remained stuck between her captive's cuntlips. Every stroke hurt more-but every one turned Nancy on more. The conflict of agony and unbearable pleasure was driving her crazy.
The passion building to a peak in Nancy's body was transmitting itself to the brunette through the bigger girl's restless tongue, playing exquisitely over her clit as Nancy sucked it. The small girl's cunt juice had been whipped to a froth by Nancy's oral attentions, and foam ran down the captive's chin.
Miss Proctor could feel Nancy's body shuddering with passion. It was almost as if the dildo were a real cock, as if it had nerve endings so she could feel the wet pussy walls closing in around it as it went home, sucking urgently on it as it drew out. Her own clit was gorged with blood and tuned to the slightest pressure or motion. When she fucked the dildo in and out of Nancy Redmond's cunt, her own cunt filled with delight. Warm pussy sauces ran down her leg.
The black-haired girl had let go of bridle and crop and grabbed Nancy's glorious hair with both hands. Her legs were straight, the black boots waving in the air as she pulled the bigger girl's avidly sucking face into her pussy. Her rump was soaking with Nancy's saliva and her own pussy juice. The men in the audience could see the half-moons of ass glowing in the floodlights.
Nancy finally released the trapped clit to plunge her tongue into the roiling depths of the other girl's greedy cunt. "You're about to bring me off," the girl gasped. "Keep it-unnngggh!"
A velvet noose clamped on Nancy's tongue. She felt her tongue being drawn into the spicy depths of the girl's pussy by the strength of her orgasm. Behind her, Miss Proctor was furiously pumping the dildo in and out of her cunt with a rhythmic squelching sound. A fine spray of cunt juice flew up, dewing her butt, Miss Proctor's pale firm belly. The rock-hard artificial cock crammed Nancy's pussy full, left it begging for more as it came out, then shot home again with agonizing, brutal power. It hurt. It hurt horribly. It felt as if Nancy would split wide open.
But at the same time it was a million times better than anything she'd ever felt before!
Then the world exploded in red sparks as orgasm grabbed Nancy and shook her in a giant's grip. She screamed with unbridled ecstasy into the spasming pussy her face was thrust into, heard Miss Proctor grunt as her own cunt twisted with orgasm, and then she blacked out.
Chapter Six
Dripping shiny, slippery cunt juice, the dildo withdrew from Nancy's cunt. It came free with a little pop and bounced up, slinging droplets of pussy sauce over the girl's butt. The gaping cunt lips pulsed in and out, drooling a trickle of pussy oil, and then Nancy collapsed in a heap.
At a gesture from Miss Proctor, the small girl in the riding habit squirmed reluctantly away from the captive. When she stood up, her belly and thighs shone with a coating of her pussy oils and Nancy's saliva. Her cunt fur was a black mat.
Nancy stirred and moaned softly as the saddle and bridle were taken off her. The little brunette carried them off as the two who had put them on Nancy originally came out once more, still dressed in vests and boots. This time they were carrying a low bench.
They set it down beside the limp form of the girl. Nancy offered no resistance as they lifted her up and draped her over it. She only seemed to wake when one of the semi-nude girls clasped handcuffs around her wrists with a cool click.
"What's going on now?" she demanded blearily. The pair ignored her as they crisscrossed straps over her lower back, securing her buns up naked to the bench.
The shiny pink dildo wagged like a tail as Miss Proctor walked over to stand before her naked prisoner. "We're about to start the next act," she declared, putting her hands on her hips, "and you're the main attraction again."
Craning her neck, Nancy gazed up at the headmistress. The dildo jutted from her scarlet-haired crotch in imitation of the greedy, ramrod-stiff cock of every man in the audience. Above the harness strapped to her full hips, Miss Proctor's waist was narrow and her belly firm and flat. Her jugs were big, milky melons crowned with fat areolas and pointy pink nipples. She wore a black ribbon around her graceful neck. All in all she was a terrible, elementally erotic figure. Nancy felt her pussy twinge in response to the animal sexuality the redhead exuded, much as the stiff cocks of the paying customers must be doing.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?"
Miss Proctor laughed and clapped her hands.
"Oh, we're going to give you a very special treat," she smiled. The brunette, still in hat and boots, came out carrying a large mirror on a stand, which she set down by Nancy's head. "And you're even going to be able to watch the show yourself. Aren't you grateful? These gentlemen paid a lot of money to see what's about to happen to you-you can watch for free!"
She threw back her head and laughed at Nancy's puzzled, anxious expression. At the same moment the crowd gasped. "Look in the mirror, sweetheart," Miss Proctor told the girl. "You're about to meet Macho."
Nancy looked at her for a moment, not comprehending. Then she flicked her gaze to the mirror, and her liquid amber eyes went big.
She saw Macho, all right. He was big and muscular and black, with brown throat and muzzle. He was the biggest Doberman Nancy had ever seen.
And he was supposed to fuck her!
She struggled wildly, but the straps and the cuffs held her tight. "No, no," she pleaded. "Don't let them-you can't!"
"What's the matter?" Miss Proctor asked sweetly. "Macho is a real stud. It's not every girl who gets to fuck a champion like him!"
Cold wetness probed Nancy's ass. "His nose!" she wailed. "He's got his nose up against my butt!"
Miss Proctor was unfastening the dildo. "He's just smelling your pretty pussy, my dear. That's how he'll get the idea. Once he smells those hot cunt oils that were flowing so freely a minute ago, he'll get this great big doggy hard-on, and then he'll fuck your juicy cunt!"
She turned her head to stare wildly at the audience. Surely, somebody would protest. What had gone before was bad enough, but this! No real man could sit by and watch a helpless, naked girl savagely raped by an animal. It was too forbidden, too disgusting. "Help me," she begged the onlookers.
Tense white faces bobbed above the footlights, some sagging into middle age, others lean and young. Nancy looked into those blurry faces, and knew deeper despair than she had ever known before.
There was not a man in the audience but who was bursting with the anticipation of watching the huge dog fuck the helpless girl.
The dildo clattered to the floor. "Get to it, Macho boy," Miss Proctor commanded. The dog seemed to peer at Nancy's cunt. Then his long pink tongue lolled out.
Wetly, it laved over the downward-smiling slash of Nancy's cunt. She shuddered at the touch. He touched the pucker of her asshole with his nose, and lapped at her pussy again.
"Stop him!" The force of her outcry made her tits juggle where they hung over the side of the bench. The watching men chuckled and elbowed each other appreciatively.
Nancy looked into the mirror. She saw the black bulk of the dog. Another flash of pink as he tongued her cunt, then she saw him gather himself and lunge forward.
She screamed as Macho mounted her, then her cry trailed off as his weight forced the air from her lungs. Instantly he wrapped strong forepaws around his narrow waist and began thrusting with his hindquarters. A slimy hardness poked into the cleft of her ass. She squealed and writhed, trying futilely to wiggle free of her bonds.
An excited murmur ran through the crowd. "Stop it, stop it," Nancy pleaded in a ragged voice. "Won't somebody help me?"
"What? And ruin the show?" Miss Proctor laughed. "Never-this is what our audience comes to see, not a PTA talent night!"
The animal's foreclaws raked Nancy's sides. His bristly belly hair scratched her back. The repulsive feel of his eagerly stabbing cock was almost driving Nancy mad. She couldn't take it! At any second the beast would find his target, and his nasty prick would bury itself in her pussy.
"Aii!" the girl yelped sharply. Her jaw dropped and her eyes bugged in disbelieving horror. "His cock is in me! It's in my pussy!"
Frantically, Nancy tried to squirm away from the throbbing hardness of the canine cock that had invaded her cunt. She stared wildly at the mirror. The dog was standing stock still, tongue hanging. He seemed to be pausing to savor the sensations her struggles caused in his cock. Hot saliva rolled down his tongue and dripped onto Nancy's spine.
She shrieked wordlessly. Her wrists were raw from the chafing of the handcuffs. Every muscle in her desirable young body tautened with effort, but the straps held her firmly in place, belly down and exposed to the dog's lusting attention.
"God! It's throbbing! I can feel his heartbeat!" The captive adolescent gagged in nausea. Her pussy, the most intimate opening of her body, had been invaded by the awful, slimy cock of a dog-an animal! She was spoiled, degraded. What man would want her now? Who would want to have his cock enfolded by the same pussy lips that had accommodated a dog's prick? She thought of her brother Greg, and the look of sick horror that would cross his face at the thought of fucking his dog-raped sister.
Hysterically, hopelessly, Nancy Redmond began to cry.
At last Macho began to fuck the unwilling human in earnest. His muscles bunched under his glossy black hide as he slid his hips back, then contracted in a powerful surge as he drove his stiff cock home. Unwilling or not, Nancy's pussy was still well-oiled from her reluctant arousal at being dildo-fucked by Miss Proctor. The hot, thick scent of hungry cunt filled the dog's sensitive nostrils, inflaming his lust. The walls of Nancy's cunt surrounded his probing prick in a liquid, loving embrace.
The spectators gasped in unison. A trace of envy began to tinge their horniness. God, the beast was powerful! His cock was much smaller than even a diminutive human prick. But what human male could piston his cock in and out of a cunt with such incredible, furious speed? The big Doberman looked to be well-named.
Sucking sounds issued from Nancy's violated cunt. Her belly squirmed. The walls of her pussy channel seemed to shrink away every time the dog's cock thrust inside them, but Nancy knew this was an illusion. She could tell by the way the black beast rolled his eyes and panted, drooling constantly, that her slimy cunt membranes seemed to Macho to be sucking eagerly on his cock.
Her head swam. The bright stage lights burned into her brain. The rising babble from the thoroughly randy male audience ate at her consciousness. What a hideous humiliation! The thought of being forced to perform sex acts on stage, before an audience of horny businessmen, would have appalled the innocent, virginal Nancy Redmond of a few days ago. The idea of performing oral sex on another girl-or being screwed by a woman with a dildo, would have horrified her. The thought that she had done both, and worse, enjoyed it, was already torturing her.
But to be tied up and publicly raped by a Doberman Pinscher-that was unbearable!
The tears flowed freely. Nancy wanted to die.
Incredibly, Macho was continually stepping up the pace of his fucking. His tongue flew wildly, spewing froth all over his victim's bare back. The stubble of fur in his crotch was painfully abrading Nancy's tender ass, which still smarted from the caress of the brunette's riding crop.
"No, no, no," the girl choked. Her neck muscles creaked from the strain, but she kept her head up. She was unable to tear her eyes from the awful sight of the black bulk of the dog, hunched over her naked butt like some kind of demon.
The friction of the dog's prick going in and out of Nancy's twat was intense. The slippery surface of the scarlet dog-cock rasped continuously back and forth over the girl's clit. God, she thought, the dog's tiny cock was filling her pussy with as much feeling as Miss Proctor's foot-long dildo.
A strangled scream rose in Nancy's throat. She was getting turned on!
Miss Proctor stood over her, hands on hips, glorious red hair streaming like a cascade of fire down her back. "So you're starting to like it, you filthy little animal."
"No, no, I'm-unnngggh! Not!" Nancy gasped. But she knew she was lying even as she spoke the words. Her pussy had begun to water with desire. Steaming pussy oils bubbled from her cunt and ran down the backs of her thighs. She was unable to tear her eyes from the reflected image of the dreadful beast who was dominating her, violating her, raping her-and forcing her to enjoy it.
"Make him stop," she begged. "Please don't let this go on any more!"
"Why?" Miss Proctor challenged. "Are you afraid you'll show how much you like being fucked by a dog?"
"No." Macho fucked his prick impossibly deep in her now-soaking cunt. "Ahhh! Yes! Yes, I'm afraid of-oh! Oh God, so hard, he's fucking me so hard, I can barely stand it!"
The audience rocked in its chairs. The tied-up teenager was crying out in ecstasy. Ecstasy at having her pussy plumbed by a dog!
She had done it. Her libido had betrayed her, and then her tongue had slipped and shown the world her obscene shame. Nancy Redmond no longer cared. Her clit was gorged with blood, swollen out of its protective hood of pussy flesh, to take in more fully the driving excitement of Macho's cock.
The shame, the humiliation, even the cutting restraints of the straps and handcuffs that held Nancy in bondage-these now contributed to the sharp edge of her passion. She was being fucked by a dog, true, but she was being fucked with more vigor, more intense masculinity than most girls experienced in a lifetime. The last vestiges of inhibition had been stripped from her by her captors as surely as her clothes had been.
"Oh yes! Don't stop! Fuck me hard, big boy. Fuck me forever!" Nancy's voice was still shrill, but now it was the shrillness of lust, not fear, that colored it. "So fast! Keep fucking my pussy so fast!"
Smiling with lewd satisfaction, Miss Proctor turned and clapped her hands. Then regal as a queen, she stepped off the stage and into the audience.
A young executive in a sharply-cut pinstripe suit goggled in amazement as the splendid naked Amazon vision loomed over him. The brilliance of the stage behind her gave Miss Proctor a fiery halo like the corona of the sun. The man stared in amazement at the flaming pussy thatch between her flawless white thighs, then looked up at the fulsome boobs with their hard, hungry pink nipples. Then he gasped as the plentiful jugs swung toward his face!
Nancy's cries were turning into bestial grunts of pleasure. The young businessman actually cringed back as Miss Proctor leaned over his lap. Slim knowing fingers found and unfastened his fly, then fished inside. Coolness closed around the hot hard bar of his cock. Gently, Miss Proctor tugged the prick out into the open. It stood from the man's crotch vibrating like a tuning fork, a thick meaty bar of cock, big and brown and hairy.
"Mmmm," Miss Proctor said, running a coral tongue over carmine lips. "Looks good." With no more preamble, she bent her head, her mouth opening to a red oval.
Like lava her hair spilled into the surprised, staring executive's lap. And then Miss Proctor's lips ringed the fat head of his cock! Her tongue touched the tip of his prick, burrowed into the tiny opening at the very end of the rigid cock. The man let out a gasp of delight and slumped in his chair.
As the moist, slurping sounds of Miss Proctor's cock sucking mingled with the sounds of Macho's prick delving in and out of Nancy's cunt, and Nancy's sobbing moans of illicit delight, the other girls came out onto the stage. The leather girl who had led Nancy out, the pair who had saddled and later tied her, the full-boobed brunette who'd ridden her, the willowy, sadistic blonde-all stepped from the stage into the audience. Leather rustled, spurs jingled, boot soles thumped on the floor, and then the swarm of mostly-naked nymphets was out among the members of the audience. The assembled citizens gaped in wonder, then drooled, then were galvanized into action as the girls presented willing mouths, firm tits, dripping, hungry cunts, and pert asses for the customers' lustful attentions.
The man sitting next to the one Miss Proctor was expertly sucking off eyed her ass hungrily. The cheeks of the headmistress' butt were pale, almost silvery in the light, perfectly matched mounds of inviting, resilient female flesh. Below a wedge of crimson cunt fur peeked from between her thighs. Pearls of aromatic cunt honey glistened on the red strands, beckoning.
Miss Proctor, with her nose buried in the first man's crotch and his cock burning like a firebrand all the way down her throat, looked sidelong at the other. She raised her head, slowly. The spit-glossed length of cock slid out between her lips. "What are you waiting for?" she asked when the conical cock-head came out of her mouth. "Jump right in, the pussy's warm!"
Immediately the man began to fumble with his trousers. Miss Proctor turned her face back to the dripping, pulsating prick. Her tongue came out and began to spiral around and around the inflated head of the businessman's cock. In a matter of seconds she felt something hard poke at her rump. She let out a long sigh of satisfaction as a long, skinny cock slid between her thighs and up her pussy.
The second man found himself fucking into a warm, wet, and willing pussy. The hot-haired schoolmarm was fired up and ready to go! He stood for a minute with his prick balls deep in the oiled inferno of Miss Proctor's cunt. Then he gasped.
The statuesque redhead's cunt had grasped his cock like a hand and squeezed! His throat tightening, his balls already beginning to boil towards climax, he began to fuck the luscious headmistress of the Proctor Reform School for real.
Sounds like someone walking through a swamp issued from Nancy's cunt. She was saying, "Oh, oh, oh!" in time to the rhythm of the Doberman's fucking. The tempo of her cries increased as the tempo of his plunging cock picked up.
The captive girl was tossed by harsh winds of primitive, bestial joy. Who cared that this was an unnatural act, a perversion to disgust the sensibilities of even a sexually liberated person? Macho was giving Nancy a simply unbelievable fucking, and for her that was now the only reality.
The sole part of her mind to remain detached was marveling. How could he keep it up? Instead of flagging, with each passing second the dog was fucking her greasy cunt with more and more energy. From the tension in his trim canine body, the strength with which hairy forepaws clamped her middle, she knew the dog was rising inexorably toward the crest of orgasm. She herself could feel incredible pressure build up inside her body, and knew that shortly she would come with cataclysmic force.
More nude, teenaged girls had emerged from the wings. The audience was a mass of naked and half-naked bodies, fucking and sucking in every combination imaginable. The seated, youthful exec was writhing in his seat, groaning at the delightful torment he was enduring from Miss Proctor's lips and tongue. She would swallow his cock-every inch of it-then run her tongue around and around the hefty pole of prick. When it seemed to the recipient of this treatment he could take no more, she lifted her head, with her teeth lightly clamped on the cock, so that it seemed the pulsing prick was being flayed by hundreds of tiny knives. The man's head tilted back and a trickle of saliva ran from a corner of his mouth.
As the man whose cock she was sucking fumbled with her hard-tipped, plentiful jugs, Miss Proctor rolled her ass around and around the plunging, skinny cock of the man standing behind her. Her graceful body was sheened with sweat. The silk stockings gleamed on her thighs. And all the time the well-trained muscles of her pussy were constantly working over the older man's cock. It felt to him as though his prick was being expertly milked by a hand wearing an oiled latex glove.
The drama being enacted on the stage was being forgotten as the spectators found more immediate things to occupy their attention. The willowy blonde, nude but for knee-high orange and red striped socks, lay on her back sprawled over the backs of two chairs, one in front of the other. She feverishly massaged her small, cone-shaped tits as she sucked off two men at once. Another knelt on the seat of a chair, between her slender spread thighs, and fucked his cock in and out of her brimming, blonde-rimmed snatch. Her cunt passage was tight as a fourteen-year-old virgin's, and her ecstatic writhing twisted the elastic tube of her pussy in a million directions around his thrusting cock. His eyes were closed and he was slobbering on her pale belly.
The leather girl who'd led Nancy out at the end of a rope sat in what there was of the lap of a paunchy middle-aged used car salesman, who was jamming the firmest, most demanding hard-on he'd had in fifteen years in and out of her tight, wet pussy hole. He seemed to be intoxicated by the fresh odor of the cunt sauces puddling on his thighs. Meanwhile, the brown-haired girl leaned over his shoulder to lick the cock of a young banker as if it were a rich, meaty lollipop.
The banker was unused to having his prick lapped at so expertly. After a few delicious moments of tonguing he shuddered and grabbed handfuls of short brown hair. His cock pulsed and spurted thick white jism over the leather girl's tongue like toothpaste squirting over a toothbrush. Maddeningly, she swirled her tongue around and around his fountaining prick. It intensified his orgasm till it hurt. All the time, she kept the quivering, spurting cock held carefully in position with a dainty hand, directing the flow of creamy come into her waiting mouth.
The little rider was also sitting in an older man's lap, but this one had his spit-smeared cock rammed to the hilt up her butthole. She did not need to fuck herself up and down on the rigid prick impaling her trim white butt to whip the man's passion-and her own-to a steaming lather. Instead she rolled her ass around and around his lap, twisting and turning this way and that as though her hips were mounted on ball bearings. At the same time her ass squeezed and teased the anally-embedded cock with every bit of the exquisite skill Miss Proctor's educated cunt possessed.
Unlike the leather girl, the rider had her back to the man fucking her, so that she could expertly jack off the man standing before her with her huge tits. Her tiny hands rolled the cushiony mounds of succulent flesh around and around the hard, purple-veined cock of a man who ran an ad agency in town. With his pants down around his knees he was moaning softly and moving his hips back and forth, fucking his cock between those pliant mounds of tit like a heated iron bar. The girl's head was bent, and when the shiny head of the man's cock speared up out of the crevice between her tits, her lips and tongue met it for a moist, maddening instant.
Up on the stage, Nancy was unaware of the orgy that had suddenly sprung into being. All that existed was the blurry black image in the mirror, and the small but powerful cock reaming her twat from behind. Her body was full to the bursting point with passion. She had to give vent to her raging lust, or she thought she would explode.
"Hurry," she begged, forgetting the beast could not understand her. "Oh, hurry and come. Fill my pussy with your hot white jism. I want you to come in me when I come and I can't hold out!"
Her voice rose in an ecstatic wail. Her mind exploded in a kaleidoscope of colors. It was too late! Macho's pounding canine prick had brought her off too soon, and there was nothing to do about it.
Yet the lovely adolescent was not to be denied her wish to feel her cunt fill with the dog's jism as she came. The first convulsive clamping of her pussy muscles set off the charge in the dog's furless ball-sac. He grunted and hunched forward with all his might, and then shot his load up the girl's squirming pussy.
"Gaaaahhh! I feel it!" Nancy sang. "I feel your jism spewing into my cunt. Oh God, it burns! It's like acid-it burns so n-n-ni-i-ice!"
Orgasm after orgasm piled into Nancy with sledgehammer force. Climactic pleasure drove away her ability to form words, and her cries turned into the grunts and squeals of a rutting bitch. At that instant she was an animal, completely and totally, and having a huge Doberman's cock blowing off inside her cunt was the most natural thing in the world. She was in heaven.
Miss Proctor's sensitive ears caught the thrill of orgasm in Nancy's cries. The little slut's got off, she thought. It set off her own orgasm. The man fucking her from behind practically had a coronary as her cunt crushed his cock like a velvet bear-trap. The first wad of his jism sprayed clear to her womb before he knew what hit him, and then the redhead's climax was sucking sperm from his prick in a firehose stream.
Dog come filled the roiling channel of Nancy's cunt. The stuff welled out around the red canine cock, which was still fucking in and out of the human pussy with short, jabbing motions. Nancy couldn't get her breath-she couldn't stop coming! The contraction of her pussy was sucking incredible amounts of come from the dog's balls. She could feel the big animal trembling with the fury of his own orgasm.
Come dripped from Miss Proctor's steaming gash. The load of jism in the nuts of the man standing weak-kneed behind her had long since run out, but still his cock was bucking and jerking, trying to pump nonexistent semen into the sucking, slurping, greedy cunt it was fucked into.
Miss Proctor swallowed the cock in her mouth. Her tongue slithered around it like a slimy serpent, and then her head was filled with the acrid tang of jism. "Oh, Jesus!" breathed the young exec in the chair. He mauled her tits savagely as his ass bounced off the auditorium chair, fucking wads and wads of his come down the headmistress' eager throat. She sucked and swallowed till the man's cock was spewing faster than she could swallow. The foaming jism leaked out her red-lipped mouth, and still she sucked with the force of a vacuum cleaner.
One of the girls who had helped put the saddle on Nancy's back was lying on her back in the aisle with her legs spread and her knees up, fucking the daylights out of a skinny kid of eighteen or so whose father had brought him to the Proctor "Talent Night" as a special treat. Her blonde hair lay like a cloud around her head. The other girl, with hair black as the dead of night, was down on all fours gobbling hungrily on the father's prick. Her slim thighs straddled the blonde's upturned face. The yellow-haired teenager ate noisily at the black-bearded pussy. The gangly youth was slurping at the brunette's asshole, trying to get his tongue inside. All of a sudden the raven-haired girl relaxed her sphincter muscle, and the kid's tongue shot an inch and a half up the girl's butt. "Gaa-ak!" he exclaimed, and came.
The blonde girl tongue-fucked the brunette frantically as the boy's come boiled into her pussy. The brunette started shifting her hips, as though unconsciously. The blonde girl realized her friend was about to come. Her tongue popped from the other's dribbling slit and she started sucking ravenously on the brunette's large clit.
The black-haired beauty screamed with ecstasy around the thick plug of cock in her mouth and came.
Slowly, Nancy was drifting back to reality. She was experiencing a curious sense of detachment, as if she were no longer herself but some third person watching the actions of Nancy Redmond, without actually being involved,, The weight came off her body. She shifted as Macho dropped to all fours. He sniffed once or twice at her come and cunt-juice sodden twat. He lapped the loose-lipped gash several times, and trotted off into the wings.
The girl turned her head and blinked out at the audience. She gasped at what she saw.
Miss Proctor was jacking off two men. The girl who had worn the rider's habit was just pushing herself off the paunchy man's lap, come leaking from her distended asshole. To Nancy's amazement, a man was fucking her tits. With the cock out of her ass, the black-haired rider sat back down and devoted her attention to squashing the pillowy globes of titflesh around the thrusting cock.
Before Nancy's startled eyes, a white stream shot from the tip of the prick. It hit the rider in the nose. She moaned with delight. Leaning forward, she began smearing her mouth around and around the spurting cockhead. Jism was everywhere on her face, on her lips, her chin, up her nose, on her eyelids. Several powerful surges of come spat clear to her hair. She opened her mouth and put the dome-shaped cockhead inside.
Sperm dripped from the rider's chin onto her full jugs. The nipples were swollen and looked ready to burst. Her hands played with the tits as the cock vibrated between them. Lowering her head, she began to take the still-shooting prick down her throat. Her hair fell over her face. Gooey white strands of come glued the black hair together. Nancy looked away.
Miss Proctor had quit jerking off the two men. Her fine slender hands were now spreading wide her globular buttocks to ease the entry of a rigid cock into her asshole. She saw Nancy staring at her from the bench just as her anus opened and her butt wiggled onto the spar of prick. Her emerald eyes widened a fraction of an inch, and she smiled.
A drop of sperm ran from a corner of her mouth. It rolled down her chin and fell to the floor as she bent over to push her ass down the ungreased shaft of prick sticking into her.
Nancy closed her eyes. At once it hit her: where she was, what was happening-what she'd just done.
She had just been fucked by a dog. But it was worse than that. Far worse. She had enjoyed it.
A despairing cry broke over the crowd like a wave. Above the sounds of fucking and sucking, cocks plunging in and out of assholes and dripping slits and tantalizing full-lipped mouths, of cries of lust and sobs of passion, a sound rose.
The sound of a young girl crying for her innocence.
Chapter Seven
The cock was so huge Nancy's jaws had to strain to take it all in. Not that it was long-it wasn't more than five inches in length. It was the girth that made it so impressive. It was a good two inches thick!
Her tongue found the notch of flesh on the underside, where the head is joined to the cock-shaft. The youth in the stained working clothes shuddered with pleasure. His rough hands stroked Nancy's gleaming golden-red hair aimlessly.
"God, you're good, sweetheart," he murmured. "I never had my dick blown before. Hot damn, it's nice."
Nancy glanced upwards. Her cheeks went hollow as she sucked in with all her might. She felt the boy's skinny ass tense. She reached up and took hold of his dangling ball sac. She played with the big, sperm-swollen nuts, gently, so as not to hurt the youngster.
He was almost ready. With her hand toying with the boy's balls, she slid the other around behind his butt. Firmly, she began to pull him toward her.
Dear God, he was big! The youthful grounds-keeper's prick was much thicker than either Greg's or her father's. As far apart as the mammoth cock wedged Nancy's jaws, though, it felt as if it were endless. It just kept coming into her mouth.
Finally Nancy's nose was pressed into the coarse tangle of pubic hair in the young man's crotch. Tears swam in her eyes-she thought her jaw was going to pop loose! But this was almost over. She could feel it. The jism in his nuts was reaching the boiling point. At any instant it would blow into her throat with the force of a locomotive.
She stroked her tongue along the sensitive underside of the cock. It was amazing what a totally innocent girl could learn in two weeks of enforced sex and degradation. Enough to be able to bring a man to a shuddering, teeth-clenching climax in a couple of minutes with lips and tongue, or clutching pussy, or puckered asshole for that matter. Enough to know that the groundskeepers of Proctor School were ignorant of what went on in the classrooms, the dorm, the theater. Enough to bring herself to carry out the plan of escape that had formed in her mind.
She got the tip of her tongue right up to the juncture of prickhead and prick shaft. She pushed.
It was like pressing a button. "Arggh!" the boy gasped. His massive cock gave one warning throb, then a salty-sweet rush of come filled Nancy's throat.
That wasn't so bad, she thought, as she drank the seething white stuff hungrily down. The guy had a groovy prick. And his come didn't taste half bad either. It was a lot more fun sucking off the well-built young custodian than some of the old farts she had had to blow in the last two weeks. And this time it was for her benefit. Not Miss Proctor's, or that scumsucker Mr. Leary's.
When Nancy was forced to "entertain" Miss Proctor's paying customers-privately, in small rooms reserved for sessions of fucking; Nancy hadn't had to perform on stage since that first night-the Reform School had gotten a fair amount richer, and Nancy had to degrade herself a bit more to satisfy the lusts of her customers. Sucking off the groundskeeper was all her own idea. The price: he agreed to deliver a message for her to her brother Greg.
It had taken some ingenuity to figure out how to send the message. There were weekly letter-writing sessions. But the contents of the letters were strictly controlled, and anybody who tried to pull a fast one was in for a session with Miss Proctor's whip or Mr. Leary's cigar. There was no way she could get an appeal for help out that way.
Then she had seen the young groundskeeper doing his chores, always keeping his distance, but always watching the lithe, full-bodied inmates of the School.
Nancy choked as a backwash of the flowing jism went up her nose. Some trickled out of her nostrils. She ignored it and kept sucking till the last drop of come spurted down her throat. The enormous cock pulsed several more times as the fury of its owner's climax ebbed. Then it started deflating rapidly.
Thank God, Nancy thought. The muscles in her cheeks were starting to ache.
"Thanks, baby," the youth said, stepping back. His prick drooped as it left Nancy's mouth. Spit and sperm slimed its limpness. Almost unconsciously, the girl licked the tasty remnants of come from around her mouth.
"Remember our bargain," Nancy said. She got to her feet.
The groundskeeper stuffed his thick prick back into his pants and zipped his fly. "Sure," he grinned. "Anything you want. Goddamn, what a blow-job!"
He turned and walked off. Nancy watched him as he sauntered down the alley between the cafeteria and the storage shed. When he reached the end, he turned and waved cheerfully.
Will he keep his promise? Nancy wondered. She could not allow herself to hope. But she'd done what she could. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. * * * "What did you think you were doing, slut?" Miss Proctor's voice crackled with anger. Nancy stared up at her. A muscle twitched in her cheek.
She was stark naked. The soles of her feet were sunk deeply in the orange-and-black carpet of the headmistress' office. Her arms were tied behind her, cruelly tight, so the circulation was nearly cut off. A strap around the small of her back held her belly-forward against the edge of the imposing oak desk. Her tits quivered like pale pudding on the hard desktop.
"Speak when I tell you to!" Miss Proctor raged. The riding crop in her hand twitched, suddenly flicked out. Nancy shrieked as it raked across her bared boobs.
"It was her all right," insisted the petite brunette. Her name, Nancy had found out, was Melinda. She and the blonde, whose name was Meg, seemed to compete with each other in finding new ways to torture their classmates. They were Miss Proctor's special favorites, and now Nancy knew why. "She was out behind the cafeteria with that Warren boy, sucking his cock like it was a sugar tit." She closed her eyes and hugged her melon-sized jugs. "Boy, what a prick! It was like an elephant's!"
"That's enough," Miss Proctor said sternly. Melinda froze. The headmistress put the tip of the crop under Nancy's chin. The bound girl tilted her head to look at her.
"Well?" Miss Proctor demanded. "Were you just giving it away for free, or were you perhaps trying to enlist help for a possible escape attempt?"
The crop stroked Nancy's cheek. "That wouldn't be wise," Miss Proctor said sweetly. "You might suffer a bad accident that way. Very, very bad."
Nancy breathed a sigh of relief as the riding crop came away from her tear-stained face. Then it struck at her viciously. The tip snapped a nipple. "Ooooooowww-ah!" Nancy cried.
Mr. Leary, standing off to one side, lit a cigar. "Give me a crack at her," he said, puffing blue smoke. He eyed the swell of the captive's asscheeks. The mark his cigarette had made was still faintly visible. "I could do some nice, ah, embroidery on those sweet cheeks of hers."
"You'll do nothing of the sort!" Miss Proctor snarled. She came around the desk and stood beside the naked prisoner.
"I've got something in mind," she said. She patted Nancy's head, ran her hand down the girl's hair. The hand moved onto Nancy's back, down, caressed a soft demiglobe of ass. "There's another talent night this evening, sweetheart. We've got a new girl coming in who'll be making her stage debut. Maybe you two can do an act together."
The headmistress suddenly smiled broadly. "Yes, I think that's it," she said. Nancy wondered at the note of evil triumph in her voice. * * * "Owww! Oh God! DON'T!" Nancy was playing to a full house, but she was not acting. The pain and terror in her voice was real.
"NOOOOOOOO!" Her voice wailed like a siren. Thirty hoarsely breathing men were staring at her naked body, watching her contort in the floodlights, but Nancy didn't care. "Get it out of me! GET IT OUT!"
She pried open her eyes. Meg's face, long and lovely under her flaxen hair, smiled sweetly. Then the tall blonde grunted as she forced another inch of broomstick up the wiggling girl's ass.
Nancy screamed again. Ropes bit deeply into her wrists, but she couldn't break free, Her hands stayed tied behind her naked back.
She looked around wildly for assistance, knowing it was useless. The men out there were as eager to see her have a broomstick crammed up her butthole as the men had been to see her raped by a dog before. "Oooooooooh!" Another half-inch of dry wood was jammed into her.
Were they trying to kill her? She had seen the sawed off broomstick as they tied her-all sixteen inches of it. Melinda had grinned lewdly as she watched the captive's eyes go wide with horror. Did they mean to keep shoving the stick up her ass till it was all in her? That would kill her, she knew.
Suddenly her arms were released by the strong feminine hands that gripped them. Unsupported, Nancy went to her knees. The end of the broomstick hit the floor. It stabbed into Nancy's asshole, then twisted cruelly. She screamed.
"Don't be such a baby," Melinda taunted. "You've only got half that stick in your bottom. A mere eight inches!"
"God!" Nancy sobbed. "It feels like a telephone pole!"
The other girls onstage laughed. They were all dressed in vests and boots this time. "Let's wait and see what your partner has to say about it," Melinda said. She snapped her fingers.
Her partner! That must be the new girl Miss Proctor had mentioned. Despite her own predicament, Nancy's heart went out to the unknown newcomer. The pain and humiliation she was about to undergo were far, far worse than anything she could ever have imagined.
Of course, Nancy Redmond was about to undergo the same pains and humiliations. But she was hardened to it by her two weeks at the living hell of Proctor Reform School for Girls.
Bare footsteps sounded on the planking, hesitated. The whistle of a whip through the air made Nancy cringe. She heard the crack of leather on bare flesh behind her, and a female voice ringing with pain.
Nancy tensed. Was there something familiar about that voice?
"Up, slut!" This time it was Nancy's skin the whip bit into. She cried out and leapt to her feet. The broom handle sent pain shooting into her ass.
The tip of the whip lightly flicked her butt. It touched her ass again, slightly harder, as if urging Nancy to turn. Quaking with pain and fear, she did.
She saw the newcomer. Her jaw dropped. "GWEN!" she shrieked.
"Nancy!" The other girl took a step forward, heavy breasts swaying. Her pert round face contorted. "What are you doing here?"
"My parents brought me." Nancy tried to stretch her arms out toward her naked friend. All she did was abrade her wrists more. "What about you?"
The semi-naked girls onstage exchanged amused looks. "Mine too," Gwen choked. "They caught me with-with Owen. Hey, what are you doing? Let go!" -Two of the Proctor girls had grabbed Gwen by the upper arms and were walking her toward Nancy. At the same time the other girl's arms were clutched from behind too. She struggled, but her captors were too strong for her. She was wrestled to the floor. She lay on her side on the cold wood planks. Meg leaned on her, pinning her to the floor.
A girl stuck out a foot. Gwen went down, bruising her knee, then she was dragged down too. "What are you doing?" she shouted. "Get your hands off me! Let go! Why are you- oh, GOD!"
Nancy felt the broomstick searing still more deeply in her rectum. "Nuh-nah-NO!" Gwen's wailing cry, and the new pains in her ass, told Nancy what was happening.
She knew now why they had only pushed half the length of broomstick up her butt. They were impaling Gwen on the other half of it!
The pole was ungreased. It felt a foot thick and full of splinters. Gwen clamped her asshole as tight as she could, but it made no difference. Surprisingly strong, the bare-breasted girls forced her inexorably onto the stick.
"God!" she sobbed. "It's tearing me apart! Ooooooh, stop-pleeeeeeaaaaase!"
"It's all right," Nancy called. She grunted with the pain in her own rump. Melinda reached down and grabbed it just where it disappeared into the bound girl's asshole. She didn't want to spare Nancy any pain-the broomstick was supposed to be going up Gwen's ass, not any deeper into her friend's.
The friction of the floor was rubbing skin off Gwen's hip. She didn't notice. She kicked out blindly, then gave a ragged wail of agony.
"Don't fight!" Nancy gritted. "That only makes it worse."
Gwen didn't see how it could be any worse. Half a foot of stick up her butt and there was more to go! The pain was unbearable. It seemed to be scraping the lining right off the tender walls of her ass channel.
Her foot touched Nancy's thigh. The girls holding her bunched their muscles and heaved. A wordless, never-ending scream of torment, and then the two lovely, naked teenagers were touching, soft butt against soft butt, sharing the awful, intruding hardness of the broomstick.
"That's all," Nancy forced out, over her friend's broken sobbing. "They can't get any more into you. God, it hurts!"
The members of the audience were leaning forward in their seats. The newcomers were gaping in disbelief, the ones who had seen the show before were elbowing one another and talking about how the Proctor show was never the same twice. Always incredible surprises. Erotic scenes like the most forbidden sex fantasy come true. Thirty flies were tented upwards by thirty blood-filled, turgid cocks. Two beautiful adolescents, stripped and impaled butt to butt on a broomstick. Unbelievable.
There seemed to be more young men in the audience than there had been at the last talent night, Miss Proctor reflected as she stepped onstage. Right in the middle there was a block of eight or ten lean-jawed young men, sitting on the edges of their seats and gawking. She smiled. Were they ever getting their money's worth!
She uncoiled the whip from her hand, let it play restlessly across the floor. She was dressed as she had been at the last show: garter belt, silk stockings, high heels, and the dainty black ribbon around her throat. Otherwise, of course, her flawless body was naked to the lusting eyes of the audience.
Two girls were bending over Gwen. Their tits swayed fetchingly as they worked tying her wrists behind her. Then they stood up and danced away.
Miss Proctor cracked the whip. "Up onto your knees, you harlots," she commanded. Nancy stirred feebly, but Gwen only lay weeping.
"Up, I said!" The whip cut air. A red weal appeared on Gwen's butt. She shrieked and convulsed.
"Ohhh!" Nancy cried. "God, that almost split me in half. Don't fight it Gwen-do as she says!"
Lying on her side with the broomstick filling her tortured asshole, Gwen nodded. The whip tickled the girls' flanks as if to encourage them. Nancy made an attempt at getting up. Gwen didn't realize what her friend was doing, and the result was a painful tweak on the embedded broomstick.
"Let's get together," Nancy sobbed, sick with pain. "Yi!" The whip struck again, lashing her butt.
"Ready?" Nancy felt Gwen nod. "One... two ... go!"
As one the two nude girls rolled up onto their knees. With their arms behind them, they had to he with their buxom tits pressed flat on the floor. Their cheeks were laid against the planking. This position put strain on the broomstick thrust up both their butts. The constant dull ache made breathing difficult and brought tears to Nancy's eyes.
"Very good," Miss Proctor said grudgingly. Mr. Leary padded onstage. He was wearing nothing but a grin and a hard-on, his big cock jutting up at a jaunty angle, waggling as he walked. He nodded appreciatively at the duo on the floor. Then he walked up to them and lowered himself to the dusty stage floor.
Nancy became aware of warm breath feathering the insides of her thighs. Then a tongue lightly touched the lips of her cunt. "Ahhh," she moaned. It was a sound of pleasure this time, not pain.
A sighing sound from Gwen told Nancy Leary had planted a kiss on the other girl's downward-smiling pussy. Then the man's tongue stroked the length of her own pussy slit. Nancy gave a little shiver of pleasure, instantly regretting it, since it tweaked the stick in her ass.
Then Leary went at eating Nancy's cunt. He was good at it. First he thrilled over her pussy lips with his tongue-tip. Then he teased the frilly cunt-lips apart and wormed his tongue between them, running his tongue up and down the now-watering slit. "Yes," she murmured. "Oh yes!"
Abruptly the delightful mouth left her pussy. She moaned with disappointment. Then she heard slurping sounds. Leary was giving Gwen's pussy the same treatment he had just given Nancy's. The girl could tell her friend was getting as turned on as she had.
When he had Gwen's pussy primed and wet, he started to lap furiously at both pussies smiling down on him from above. The double tang of hungry cunt filled his nostrils. The sight of two wide-open snatches excited him. The hot sauce that dripped from both gaping pussies onto his face, his neck, his chest, made him hotter and hotter till his hard prick seemed to vibrate in the air.
He licked first one and then the other cunt. Now he planted his lips firmly on a juicy twat for a quick kiss, now he flicked teasingly at a straining, swelling clit with his tongue, now he fucked his tongue deeply into a ripe young pussy. He savored the taste of cunt, enjoying the subtle differences between the two girl's pussies. Gwen's was tart, Nancy's heavy and almost sweet. He stuck a strong finger into each brimming cuntwell to the knuckle and redoubled his pussy eating.
The two girls were barely able to keep from writhing with intolerable pleasure. Their bodies quivered with the effort of holding still. But the least little movement would cause agonizing torture from the broom handle in their asses. This was the newest form of subtle abuse, Nancy realized. Leary was going to pleasure the girls into torturing themselves.
Leary's lonesome cock seemed to burn like a beacon. Much as he relished eating these two captive pussies, he needed something to slip over his prick soon, or it would be geysering right up into the air like Old Faithful. He had in mind something hot and slippery and brimful of fragrant oils, and surrounded with blazing red hair.
He got his wish!
A dripping wet kiss touched the throbbing head of his cock. He glanced down. A red triangle pointed down at the tip of his prick. As he watched, the arrowhead of scarlet pussy fur slipped downwards. Damp, clinging heat enveloped his prick.
Miss Proctor's oozing pussy lips spread wide to drink in the masculine hardness of her assistant's cock. Just the first touch of his prick against her waiting pussy mouth sent tingles up her spine. Her white body thrummed like a plucked guitar string with joy and need. The smell of her own greedy cunt was an aphrodisiac.
Nancy didn't know what was happening, but the fantastic feeling of Miss Proctor's well-oiled cunt sheath covering Leary's cock transmitted itself by way of the man's sucking mouth to her gold-furred pussy. She gasped. Fireworks seemed to go off in her head.
She may have been stark naked in front of thirty sweaty-palmed men, with a broomstick crammed up her ass and her butt up against her best friend's, but she was about to come like the Fourth of July!
Her mind didn't register the whistle of cloven air until too late. Then the whip landed on her upcurved butt like a tongue of fire. She screamed. Reflexively, her body jumped.
She screamed again. Louder.
Gwen echoed Nancy's shriek. The pain of the lash was nothing compared to the awful stabbing agony when Nancy's jerk torqued the broomstick up her and Gwen's butts. Pain bathed the girls' asses inside and out.
The cock was fully inside Miss Proctor's cunt. It felt as hard as the broomstick violating the captives' butts. Miss Proctor's heart raced. Her skin tingled with erotic electricity. What a luscious combination! Those two lovely teenyboppers, best friends, bare and butt to butt, while Mr. Leary sucked their pussies. The waves of pain and horror emanating from them, caused by the obscene intrusion of the broomstick, and the searing caress of Miss Proctor's blacksnake lash. The feeling of having her own cunt stuffed absolutely full of rampant male cock!
It was unspeakably delicious.
Breath coming faster, Miss Proctor laid down a wicked rain of blows on the sweat-clad, shining rumps of the two girls. Uncontrollably they jerked and bucked and writhed under the lash. As they did so, they fucked themselves and each other excruciatingly up the ass with the unyielding length of wood.
Nancy's senses reeled. This couldn't be real! The pain was light-years worse than anything she'd felt before. All the whippings she'd had since her father found her fucking Greg, at home and at Proctor, rolled into one and added to the time Leary stubbed his cigarette out on her rump-all this was not one tenth as bad as being flogged while the broomstick was impaling her ass. She wished she could die-not now, but ten minutes ago.
The incredible thing was that Leary was still greedily gobbling her pussy as well as Gwen's. And the pleasure of having her cunt eaten was as remarkably intense as the pain she was undergoing!
She wondered if she were losing her mind.
The headmistress was in paradise. Sadistic pleasure mingled with brilliant physical joy from her cock-gorged cunt. Her pussy drooled all over Leary's bah sac, and the shaft of his mighty cock glistened with pussy oil. Those two mewling sluts were shrieking and squirming harder with every stroke of her whip-and with every whip stroke they butt-fucked each other more cruelly with the broom handle.
Her pussy was giving Leary's stiff prick the full treatment. It was squeezing his cock so hard he could scarcely breathe. Like a shark in the feeding frenzy, he gobbled the two pussies poised above his face.
Nancy shook her head crazily. What was happening? The worst pain of her whole life was wracking her body, but she was teetering on the brink of climax. By some ESP she knew Gwen was feeling the same bizarre conflict of pleasure and pain. Her pussy was being chewed, sucked, licked and tongue-fucked by an expert!
Nancy heard a voice screaming. She recognized it as Miss Proctor's. The headmistress flailed her captives orgiastically as her pussy collapsed around Leary's cock. Taken by surprise, Leary fired his come up her clenching cunt.
Then the impossible happened. Nancy came!
Chapter Eight
Nancy's ass felt as if it had been filled and coated with napalm, inside and out, and set afire. But overriding the burning pain was the blinding, gut-wrenching cataclysm of orgasm. Leary's tongue-lashing was bringing her off!
Gwen sobbed loudly. The two girls' asses were soaked with cunt juice and Leary's saliva. The assistant headmaster felt a hot rush of oils spill over his face from the plumper girl's cunt, and he knew Gwen was coming as hot and heavy as Nancy.
He was coming too. Miss Proctor's cunt seemed to be trying to suck his cock clear to her tonsils. He began pumping machine-gun bursts of jism into the farthest reaches of the redhead's pussy. He seemed to be bathed in rich cunt sauces from three climaxing, slavering pussies.
Miss Proctor's orgasm sucked Leary's cock dry. It shook her magnificent nude body like a rag doll and then dropped her. She cried out in the final throes of passion and fell onto her side.
Leary's deflating cock slipped gently from her red-furred pussy. It uncorked a brief torrent of cunt honey and spent jism. The whip fell from her hand.
Nancy could barely believe the whipping had stopped. Her ass was still monstrously sore from the lashing, and from the terrible twisting and prodding of the broomstick implanted in it. At the same time, the frantic clenching and unclenching of her pussy was only just dying away. She had actually come, while being brutally tortured.
"Nancy," Gwen said in a strangled voice, "what's happening to us?" Nancy knew that her friend had had the same experience.
"They're changing us," Nancy said bitterly. "They're not content to make us perform like puppets. They have to change us as well as fuck us!"
Miss Proctor climbed to her feet. Pussy juice and sperm slobbered her thighs. She walked languidly around to where Gwen's cheek lay against the floor and sat down.
"All right, bitch," she said, parting her thighs. "Lick my pussy clean!"
Gwen made a gagging sound. Miss Proctor had retrieved her whip. She let it do the talking. A new welt crawled across Gwen's bare ass, and both bound girls howled at the renewed agony in then-assholes.
Something damp and sticky dripped onto Nancy's cheek. She looked up to see Leary's fire-hose-like cock, thoroughly slimed with his jism and Miss Proctor's pussy potion, dangling inches above her face. "You know the drill, baby," he leered. "Lick it clean or suffer."
Philosophically, Nancy took the prick into her mouth and began tonguing it. Certainly it was nasty-rubbery and greasy, like uncooked squid. But so what? She'd had worse things in her mouth the last two weeks. Much worse. Cunt sauce and sperm were nothing new by this time.
Gwen, however, was having a bad time licking the headmistress' satiated cunt clean. She had never eaten pussy before, and the very idea nauseated her. To make things worse, Miss Proctor's cunt was a gooey mess of congealing come. Little gobbets of it were scattered everywhere in the folds and crevices of the pink quim. The smell made her stomach turn, and the taste was worse.
Still, the idea of feeling the cut of the whip again, and then the wrenching in her bowels as the broomstick twisted, made Gwen's stomach turn too. Tears streamed from her eyes, but she lapped Miss Proctor's cunt clean as a newborn baby's.
Finally Nancy and Gwen's disgusting chores were done. The headmistress and her assistant got to their feet. Girls came out and began pulling Gwen and Nancy slowly apart. The broomstick rasped their ass channels like sandpaper, but when it came out, it was sweet relief.
Gradually, she became aware of the audience once more. The nearest men were scarcely ten feet away. Nancy didn't waste any energy on embarrassment at what she'd just been put through before a live audience. All she thought was, what next?
It must be a doozy, she decided. Leary crouched by Gwen, stroking her as though she were a wounded animal. As a wickedly-grinning Melinda untied her wrists, Nancy saw that Leary's cock was getting hard again, already at half mast.
That meant somebody was going to be hurting soon. Nothing got Leary hot like the prospect of causing a beautiful girl to writhe in pain. With a sinking sensation, Nancy waited to see what would come next.
She soon found out. Meg and Melinda, nipples hard with anticipation, wheeled something on a tripod onstage. Nancy stared, then gave a weak cry. This was too much.
It was a charcoal grill, filled with glowing coals.
Blissfully ignorant of this new horror, Gwen lay limply on her side. Leary saw the grill come on though. His cock was instantly fully erect. He went to his knees by the adolescent's ass, raised a thigh, and fucked his prick into her still-damp cunt. She grunted, then sighed with pleasure.
"On your feet," Miss Proctor ordered Nancy. Wearily, the girl obeyed. Miss Proctor had her whip. Nancy could hear the squelching sound of Leary fucking Gwen's sopping pussy as she lay on her side.
Large amber eyes lit fearfully on the grill. A steel rod had been thrust amongst the coals to heat. Miss Proctor saw where Nancy's gaze went, and fished the rod out gingerly by the end farthest from the heat. She held it up for Nancy to see.
It was a branding iron. Glowing white hot was a large capital P.
"The Proctor Reform School brand," the flaming-haired headmistress announced proudly. "Only used in special cases. Our new arrival is one and you, young lady, -will have "he honor of personally applying it."
"What?"
"You," Miss Proctor grinned. "You will brand your friend on the right buttock with this iron. Before Mr. Leary has finished fucking her."
The smile widened, turned diabolic. "Or you will be branded with it yourself!"
Nancy froze. What a dilemma. She could apply that hideously hot iron to her best friend's bare butt-or have it used on her! She began to cry.
Gwen looked up. She saw the glowing iron, already cooling to cherry. "What?" she demanded.
"For you, little one," Mr. Leary told her. Gwen yelped and tried to twist away. Leary drove his cock home hard, pinning her to the floor. She started screaming hysterically for someone to help her.
The audience sat enthralled. No one was about to step in. That would ruin the show-and where else could a man see a beautiful nude girl actually branded with a hot iron? Then one of the young men in the center started to get up. A neighbor's hand on his arm restrained him.
Leary laughed aloud as he fucked his prick in and out of Gwen's tight snatch. Her cunt muscles were constricted with fear. And the very thought of what was about to happen had him practically coming off already.
"Better hurry it up, baby," he called to Nancy. "I'm going to shoot my load any old minute. I especially like to have 'em branded just as I'm about to come. Adds something to it, y'know?"
Miss Proctor took a step forward. Nancy stood stiff as a board. "Well?" Miss Proctor asked softly. "Time is running out."
Nancy could feel the heat washing over her tits. The headmistress took another step. Gwen was bawling. Leary's cock was plunging in and out with a wet fruity sound. God, that iron was close. Close to her nipples, the tender, incredibly sensitive tips of her full young boobs.
Miss Proctor extended her arm. The glowing metal came still closer to Nancy's heaving, perspiration-covered jugs. That's where Miss Proctor would burn her if she disobeyed. Right on the nipple. The P would burn deeply into her soft tit.
"Take it, darling," Miss Proctor urged. Her green eyes glowed. The reflection of the red-hot iron glittered hellishly in their depths.
"Ahh! I-jeez! Can't... hold ... out... much .. " longer!" Leary gritted. Gwen's pussy was clamped tightly shut-or would have been but for his thrusting fucking in and out of it. As if of their own volition, her lushly-padded hips were beginning to move. He couldn't take much more.
Closer came the iron. Closer ... Nancy's breasts were getting uncomfortably warm. The branding iron was a foot away. Eleven inches. It would burn. It would be indescribable. "Take it or feel it yourself!" Miss Proctor hissed.
Nancy quailed. She couldn't bear it. Even the thought of having the glowing metal touch her tit was too horrifying. But she did not reach for the iron.
She knew she never would.
"Uggh!" Leary grunted. Nancy bit her hp. The iron seemed as big and hot as the Sun. The iron approached.
"Too late!" Leary sang out. "You'll... be,.. sorry!"
His semen jetted into Gwen's cunt. Nancy stumbled backwards. Miss Proctor came on, aiming the red-hot iron, grinning.
Movement exploded from the audience. Ten lean young men boiled up over the seats, trampling patrons in their rush. Tiny shield-shaped bits of metal glittered in their hands-and cold, snub-nose, blued-steel revolvers.
"Hold it right there!" one cried. "Police!"
Leary jumped back. His cock sprang free of Gwen's pussy, spraying jism in all directions. Nancy turned and ran. A cop was wrestling with the nearly-naked Miss Proctor, and another was kicking Leary into a senseless huddle when the man made a grab for him.
The naked girl leaned down and grabbed Gwen by the arm. By main force she dragged her friend across the floor. Nobody paid them any attention. There was too much confusion everywhere. The cops were too busy rounding up the torturers to worry about keeping track of the tortured.
At last Gwen got to her feet. The pair raced off the stage, through a screaming melee of half-naked girls. It didn't matter to either that they were both wholly naked. All that mattered was getting out of there!
Into the nighttime chill burst Gwen and Nancy. A figure detached itself from shadow. Nancy shrieked and recoiled.
A gleam of light illuminated a face. "Greg!" Then she collapsed, sobbing, in her younger brother's arms.
Soothingly, the boy patted his sister's naked shoulders. Gwen gaped at him in astonishment. "How-what-why are you here-now?"
Greg grinned past Nancy's ear. "Who do you think tipped off the cops?"
Suddenly a new glare lit the night, flickering orange and red. "Fire!" somebody screamed. "The classrooms are on fire!"
Gwen looked a question at her friend's brother. "I took care of that, too," he affirmed.
"Why?"
"The records. Don't want our Dad connected with this. He's a hypocritical old bastard, but he had no idea what was really going on out here."
Nancy lifted her tear-streaming face. "You shouldn't have done that!" she exclaimed. "Let the son of a bitch pay!"
Greg shook his head. "You'll think of a better way." He took off his windbreaker and draped it around his sister.
People were boiling out of the theater, running in all directions. A figure broke away from the crush. Men shouted after it, but it headed straight for the classroom-administration building. It was a tall, feminine figure whose skin gleamed blue in the starlight. Red hair streamed out behind.
"Hey! Not in there!" Orange light was dancing behind every window. For an instant Miss Proctor's naked body was silhouetted in the glare of a doorway. Men raced after her.
With a roar and a heavenward cascade of sparks, the roof fell in. A thin scream issued from the inferno.
Nancy turned away and vomited. * * * "A little higher and to the right," Nancy directed. "Ah-there! Niiiiice!"
Obligingly, Greg shifted his well-lathered tongue to where his sister told him to. The flavor of his sister's pussy filled his mouth. He slurped contentedly at Nancy's cunt.
She lay back in the overstuffed chair. "Shameful, isn't it, Daddy?" she asked. Her father shifted uneasily on the den sofa. He crossed his legs in an effort to conceal the increasing stiffness of his cock, but without success.
"Isn't it just wretched, the way these perverted young people display themselves in public?" the girl taunted. She cupped heavy boobs in the palms of her hands. "Imagine, a girl having her own brother lapping at her pussy-in front of her own father!"
She rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger, feeling them stiffen with desire. Her tongue flicked over her lips. "Terrible," she said breathlessly. "Why, it's almost as terrible as a father who ties up and whips his own daughter- and then makes her suck his cock. Don't you think so?"
Greg brushed Nancy's clit lightly with his teeth. She tensed. "Aaaaaah-yesss," she breathed. "And how about a father who sells his daughter into slavery?"
"I didn't-" Ian Redmond began. He broke off and looked away.
"I don't remember telling you to speak," Nancy said dangerously. Greg started sucking her clit. Warm tinglings climbed up through her belly. She relaxed.
"A Superintendent of Schools," she said huskily, so that the words were just audible above Greg lapping at her pussy, "could get into a lot of trouble if it was found out he took his adolescent daughter to a reform school that just happened to get itself involved in the worst sex scandal in the history of this city. Imagine! Beautiful young girls, tied up and tortured, forced to perform all kinds of unspeakable acts for the amusement of a lot of wealthy old perverts."
She caught her breath. Her nipples ballooned between her fingers. Her belly was starting to go hollow, a sure sign she was about to come.
"Yes. Lesbianism. Anal sex. Oral sex. Bestiality. No decent person could believe the things that go on in a place like that." She leveled a cool gaze at her father. "And even if a fire fortunately destroyed all records connecting the Superintendent of Schools to a foul place like that-well, his daughter would still know the truth, wouldn't she? And she could cause her dear sweet Daddy a whole lot of trouble-if he didn't do exactly as she said-from then on!"
Nancy closed her eyes. Greg spiraled his tongue tip around her clitoris. She played frantically with her rigid nipples. Greg whipped his sister's passion to a froth, then jammed his tongue deep in her pussy.
"Oooooohhhaaaahhhhhhh," moaned Nancy. A moist flesh strangled Greg's tongue erotically. Nancy's tender ass came off the chair. She fucked herself hard on her brother's tongue while a delicious climax worked her over, body and soul. The room filled with the aroma of aroused cunt.
"That was delightful, Greg dear," Nancy declared, when she slumped back from the pinnacle of ecstasy. "As a reward I'm going to suck your cock the way most men only dream about." She stood up, motioning her brother to sit in the chair. Then she fell to her knees, ready to worship his magnificent cock.
"Oh, and Daddy," Nancy said, wagging her ass provocatively in the air, "you are going to fuck your darling daughter up the ass. Perverted, isn't it? Disgusting what these young people will stoop to-especially when they hold the whip hand!"
She wrapped her lips around the meaty richness of her baby brother's cock. It tasted wonderful. She heard steps on the carpet. A cool hand was laid on her ass.
"Get it greasy first!" she commanded, then returned her attention to sucking cock. Her father's giant prick slid into her pussy for a coating of oil.
Then firm hands were spreading her asscheeks. The warm firm wetness of the greasy cockhead pressed against her asshole, pushed inside. Pulsing cock filled her ass. Nice.
This was only the beginning, Nancy thought. She felt sure she recognized some of the men who had paid well for their unnatural kicks at Miss Proctor's. Some of them could afford a disclosure like that even less than her father. Which meant they might pay more for their fun than they anticipated.
With her mouth full of cock and her ass being gently fucked by her father's huge prick, Nancy knew satisfaction. She had a rosy future ahead. She was, as she'd promised herself back in the hell of Proctor, getting her own back. Starting now.
She sighed around the plug of cock and rolled her hips to take in every bit of sensation from her father's cock entering her ass.
