Rick's orgasm was near. He rose up on the bed and drove Slade's face into his crotch. His dangling balls swelled. He felt them release his thick wads of scum into the base of his stem.
The scum began to move down the length of his pink flesh. As it neared its tip, he puckered his lips and stood up. His legs opened and he began to crouch. Slade's face was buried in his crotch.
"Here it is bitch! Open your throat! Ahhhhhh!" Rick came.
A hot torrent of white clots of cum shot forth from his slit. Slade gagged and coughed as the steaming substance burst into her mouth.
Rick held her struggling head with an iron grip. She would get every drop of his juice. He'd see to it!
Slade's hands left her twat and she began to tear at her disarrayed hair. The thick, sticky liquid entering her body was too much to bear. Tears of shock formed in her eyes as her body shuddered and shook with the force of the hot, white, invading semen.
Rick pumped on. With each thrust of his burning boner, another volley of cum would spurt forth. Thick clots of the substance rolled down her throat with the building momentum of a snowball rolling down the slope of a towering mountain.
Slade withered with the force of Rick's cruel humps. Suddenly, however, her breaths grew shorter and shorter. The flame that had burned in her crotch began to consume every cell of her pathetic body. The blasts of Rick's prick in her mouth had triggered her own orgasm at last!
CHAPTER ONE
Rick Cory was a firm believer in discipline. His students knew it better than anyone. Whenever Mr. Cory entered the classroom, a sudden hush would come over the young pupils. It was like someone had thrown an invisible blanket over all of them. It was almost frightening how much respect he demanded and received from his pupils.
Mr. Hasting, the Principal of Endover High School, held Rick up to younger staff members, as a model of what a real teacher should be. He's described Rick as a "no nonsense professional" and a man "worthy of emulation."
Little did Mr. Hastings know of the strange quirks in the austere Mr. Cory's personality. Rick didn't know them himself. But he'd soon find out.
"Miss Carter," he suddenly called out in the quiet room. "Please explain the digestive system to the class."
The young girl was beside herself. She hadn't studied the previous night. She had recently discovered the secret pleasures her young, vibrant body could provide in the confines of her darkened bedroom. She had told her mother that she was going to bed early and retreated to her upstairs room where she proceeded to dildo out her young, sweet pussy. Her science textbook rested on the desk next to the shaking bed as she masturbated relentlessly.
"I, I mean, I can't, I didn't," she stuttered pitifully.
Mr. Cory could be a vicious bastard with his students, especially the young, full-bodied girls.
"Tsk, tsk! You wouldn't be unprepared now, would you? Isn't it sad! She can't remember!"
Young Elaine Carter put her hands over her wide, blue eyes and began to sob quietly. She was shattered. She was humiliated. She had been caught without the knowledge she was supposed to have drummed into her own head.
"Well now! Since Miss Carter had obviously rendered herself speechless, perhaps you, John Baines can help us. Tell us, young man. What is the digestive system, and how does it work?"
Rick knew damn well that the Baines kid would know the answer. It was all part of his plan to throw salt in the psychic wounds he had inflicted upon young, innocent, horny Elaine. He glared at her as the Baines boy rattled on about the small and large intestines. He really got off on hurting young girls. Once in awhile it would even give him a hard-on. He was usually on his feet when he taught, so he always kept his sports jacket on. This would hide the long, thick rod, throbbing in his pants.
Once after he had reduced another one of his female students to tears he had to get relief. When the bell rang and the class left he swiftly walked to the faculty lounge, where he beat off in one of its bathroom stalls.
Astute Mr. Cory was a horny, cruel man. He had found the right profession to act it all out in, too. Teaching afforded him the freedom to hurt young people mentally under the guise of firmness and high academic standards.
When he got home that day to his small, yet smartly furnished apartment he pulled out from under his bed, his extensive collection of pornography and began to sift through it like an old miser would play with his gold. He stopped when he came to the magazine entitled, "Advanced Bondage." He really had been getting into that idea lately. The sight of lovely, soft, saucy girls tied up made his prick spring to its full hardness like the flashing blade of a switchblade knife.
For a bachelor, thirty-two year old Rick Cory did alright for himself. He'd take the summer off and drive out to the nearby rocky, Maine coast and spend the sunny days and starry nights trying his damndest to get the foxiest numbers into the large, soft bed of his rented seaside cottage.
As he examined the victimized, bound beauties of his favorite magazine, he noticed that one of them had a striking resemblance to a twisted, yet beautiful woman he had met the previous summer.
Her name was Rita and she had driven up for a "couple of weeks," from New York. Rick met her in the small beachtown's only supermarket one day and spent the following week fucking and abusing the fevered bitch raw.
Not long after he met her, he could tell how unhappy and impressionable she was. She was twenty-two and had just completed her first year of teaching in New York's worst district. It was a traumatic experience for her. All of the wonderful ideals she had come to live by, were shattered. Her mind had almost snapped, and she'd cry herself to sleep night after night. It was quite an identity crisis, alright! She was open to anything now and Rick knew it immediately.
His own first year of teaching was quite shocking to him too. But his iron-clad psyche withstood all the abuse his students could dish out. Poor Rita, on the other hand had to deal with some of the ugliest, most disturbed members of New York's poor Black community. For a luscious, blue-eyed blonde the experience was mind boggling.
Rick lifted his arms up over the mattress of his bed as he rested his body on the thickly carpeted floor of his apartment. His mind wandered back to the first sexual experience he had had with dear, sweet, pathetic Rita.
He had asked her out for dinner and had made reservations at the quietest, most intimate restaurant in the beach town. After a huge lobster dinner, he ordered her more chablis and listened to dear Rita recount her horrible experiences at the hands of some of the toughs of her junior high school.
Rick hadn't heard a word she said. His cock was bursting in his tight jeans.
Rita's long, blonde hair was cut so it always looked perfect, but casual. He watched it cascading down her creamy white skin, as her wine-wet mouth spoke. Her face was thin, and possessed fragile, soft features. She seemingly had perfected the art of putting on make-up. Her eyes appeared quite large and were surrounded by full, long flashing lashes. A faint dab of pink could be seen on the crests of her cheeks, while her lips were as red as the burgundy Rick drank. Her teeth were perfect and were as white as the napkin she delicately applied to her lips after she had finished consuming the large lobster Rick had ordered for her.
The tight, black turtle neck sweater she wore gave her lean body a razor-like definition. He felt his mouth begin to water as he noticed the incredible large pair of soft breasts stretching at the seams of her sweater. He wanted to lift his hand out from under the table and squeeze their tender softness. But he controlled himself with the same hard discipline that kept his classes well-behaved back in New Hampshire's Endover High School.
"Don't take it so personal, Rita! Those people wouldn't know a good teacher if they saw one. I'm sure you could be an excellent teacher, given the right environment."
Dear Rick was beginning to use the manipulation techniques he employed while teaching.
Rita was a pushover. "Do you really think so, Rick? I mean, you wouldn't just say that, would you?"
He had her moving in the direction he wanted her to move now.
"I'm dead serious, Rita. You have personality, charm, and you are also extremely attractive."
Rita giggled. "Now what does my being attractive have to do with being a good teacher?"
Rick began to grow more aggressive with his young prey.
"It has nothing to do with it, but I'd figure I'd just say it."
He lifted his hands up from under the table now. His prick was growing in size and impatience. It began to send horny waves of desire to Rick's brain.
He took Rita's long, thin fingers into his hand and began to speak very earnestly. "Rita, I like you very much. You seem to be a very good person. I've haven't met a person like you ever in my life. Can we become ... friends?"
Rick was laying it on thick now. This sincerity ploy usually worked with hopeful, naive girls like Rita.
"And I like you Rick. I'd like to become friends with you very much." She was falling for his line like a rock tossed from a tall building.
"Let's get out of here," Rick spoke with firm, quiet authority. He wanted her young bush as soon as he could get it.
As they rose from the table, Rita excused herself to go to the ladies room. Rick told her he'd wait and as she moved away from the table, he admired her young, very alive body.
Her shoulders were clearly defined but not broad. He somehow found that very unfeminine. Her back curved down to a tiny waist, that she seemed to flaunt as she moved closer towards the rest room.
The turtle neck sweater she wore clung close to her luscious figure. The elegantly tailored jeans she wore with it also clung to her body. She moved with the grace of a proud mare. Her hips swelled out from her waist in soft, full lines. Her high, firm buttocks were as round as an apple as they appeared even more firm than they actually were, beneath the binding fabric of her jeans.
She strode atop of high, laced, summer shoes that exposed her neatly painted toenails. They were as red as her moist lips.
She only stood five feet, three inches, but her body possessed a statuesque beauty reminiscent of some of the most beautiful women pictured in dear Rick's extensive pornography collection.
He grunted to himself as his cock began to rule his thoughts.
She seemed to be gone for an exceedingly long time, so he paid the check and walked out onto the wooden deck of the restaurant.
"Cerco's" over loooked the harbor. It was a full moon tide and the summer sky was lighted by the white orb. He took out a cigarette, lit it and gazed upon the heavens lost in thought.
Science was his subject and he had always been fascinated by the fact that every star he could see on a clear night was a sun, capable of sustaining its own solar system. For a second, it made her forget how horny he was for sweet Rita.
"Hey! I've been looking all over for you! What are you doing out here?" Rita's voice was affectionate and tore him away from his casual swoonings.
"Beautiful night, isn't it?" Rick asked softly.
The question required no answer. It was a beautiful night, alright. So much so, sweet Rita didn't want to spoil its delicate beauty with word after word.
Rick put his arm around Rita and pulled her close to him. There they stood, side by side in the silence of a clear evening in a New England beach town.
For Rita, it was the romance she longed for. For Rick, however, it was the perfect environment to find and fuck hot young, numbers like Rita.
They strolled along the long narrow deck then ran along the outside of the restaurant. It curved right around the shingled building and led them to the quaint, shop -lined streets.
With no particular place to go they strolled, window shopped, ate ice cream and enjoyed each other's company. To an observer, Rick and Rita looked like the "perfect couple." Both of them were young, blonde and apparently happy to be together. They were alright, but for two totally different reasons.
Rita could use some tender love-making. There was no doubt about it, in her mind. Rick was kind, upright and safe. Little did the little flower know how sinister Rick's intentions actually were.
The couple was headed for Rick's Volvo. It was a smart vehicle, and one appropriate for a man like himself. Sporty, yet not too loose. He was responsible and a teacher, after all.
They drove for some distance along the rocky, steep cliffs that ran along the ocean's edge. For a short interlude, Rick pulled his car off the empty road and parked directly facing the ocean.
He turned off the purring engine and opened the window. The only sound they could hear was the pounding surf below them. There were rocks strewn in various points some distance from shore. They formed small bays and high flying breakwater. It was a beautiful, peaceful sight.
"Nice up here!" Rick's matter-of-fact tones broke the spell Rita had cast upon herself, as she relaxed in the leather seat and languished in the clear night.
Without another word, Rick started up the car and began his descent. As they reached the bottom of the road, Rick steered the vehicle onto a smaller road heading straight for the water.
They were going to his cabin.
He parked directly behind it and got out of the car. So did Rita. Together they walked up the redwood staircase leading to Rick's small cabin. It too had a deck around it, but this one faced the ocean directly.
"Wow! This is incredible," exclaimed Rita.
"I thought you'd think so," replied Rick. His voice had a faint strain of proud smugness about it. Rita failed to pick it up, The view fascinated her. It was really something, alright.
Rick had searched out the small colony of redwood cabins one year before that night. The rates were high but it was well worth it.
"Come on in," he said, "I'll get you a glass of wine."
That, he always kept in the small, redwood cabin. The refrigerator could be bare, but Rick would always have more than an ample supply of vino around. There was no telling what a guy could run into in the remote, summer resort.
He poured dear Rita, who already was partially loaded, a full glass of chablis. He had been drinking burgundy, but decided to hit the harder stuff. Scotch was a man's drink, so virile, vain Rick poured himself a full glass full glass of the powerful liquor into an ice-cube filled glass.
Soon the couple were lounging on the deck of his pad. Every so often, however, Rick would fill Rita's glass to insure the success of his imminent seduction.
It really wasn't necessary however. As he turned from the counter of the cabin's tiny, work kitchen with Rita's third glass of wine, he almost fell right over her.
"It's getting cold out there," she said softly. "And we can enjoy the view from in here anyway. I just love your sliding, glass doors.
They're so perfect for this place."
Light headed from the atmosphere, environment, wine, and romantic ambience of the whole evening, Rita drapped herself across Rick's large, quilt covered bed.
Rick had managed to control the raging boner in his jeans right up until that moment. A small shot of semen gushed from the throbbing tip of his thick, hot rod. He wanted that girl now. He would have her!
He took a full gulp of Scotch, and slowly placed his and Rita's glass on the counter of his open kitchen. He went to Rita.
He slid his body up to where she rested and closed his arms around her back. He felt her large tits growing firmer as he forced open her mouth with his hungry tongue. The pink flesh hunted the inside of Rita's mouth. The moist darkness within her oral cavity possessed another piece of hungry flesh that was hot and ready.
When his tongue found hers he groaned with the fevered urgency of a man with a hot, stiff, demanding prick. It now was the dominant organ of his body. He had to get at her body and give his boiling joint the soft, giving, warm folds of Rita's sweet pussy.
Suddenly he rose up from her. She moaned quietly and resisted his pulling away from her. She wanted him with the growing intensity of a lonely, unhappy woman.
In a strange business-like manner, he unsnapped the top of Rita's chic jeans and pulled down the zipper. The sight of her laced, red bikini panties turned his sexual need into a hot craving. There was no gentleness in his movements. He was serious and a man about the business of getting sexual fulfillment.
It was somewhat difficult pulling Rita's jeans from her fleshy, full thighs, but in a few brief seconds, Rick gazed upon the flowing loveliness of Rita's long, creamy white legs. They moved with a sensual awareness that made his prick scream in frenzied sexual octaves.
He rested his knees on the bed and closed his large, bony hand on the woman's crotch. It took a supreme act of will not to cream in his pants at that very moment. The light of the full moon flooded the sexually charged room and bathed the swaying body of Rita's in a kind radiance. She was ready to give herself to him.
His clutching hand fondled the quivering pussy of sweet Rita. Her own hands closed around his in a tender act of sensual cooperation. He felt her bush grow in heat and begin to grind into his masculine hand.
Rita felt her body stiffen and grow hungry for the stiff satisfaction only offered by a man and his joint. She grunted in frustration when he pulled his hand away from her grinding twat. Her own hands came down on her twat and she began to move in sexual rhythms provided by her own fondling hands. She had to get off soon.
Rick had not retreated from Rita. He merely moved his hand up past the soft, round stomach that moved in subtle consonance with the hot, grinding twat inches below it. He watched as her face began to fill with the tension that precedes a cleansing, feminine climax.
His free hand slid up upon the flushing flesh of her back. The room temperature seemed to be rising for both of them. Outside, the waves of the sea splashed against the rocks in timeless tribute to the relentless power of nature.
Within the heated framework of Rick's cabin, nature took its course too.
"Oh Rick. Take my body. I give it to you."
Rita was fading out in a soft shroud of sexual desire and pleasure.
Rick unsnapped the straining, small metal of her binding bra. He felt her breasts relax and open in their natural fullness.
He proceeded to lift the binding, black turtle neck sweater from the hot, ready woman lying on the bed. He grit his teeth as he pulled the tight, black garment from her chest and neck.
She was practically naked now. His cock was ready.
She whipped about on the bed. Her body promised Rick pleasures he had never before experienced with a woman. He ran his hands through his sandy, blonde hair and proceeded with his labors of love.
The moon shadows seemed to play a teasing game of hide and seek as they dashed around and about Rita's hot, young body. Rick glanced towards the large, sliding glass door and saw the steam forming there. His craving had become a torrid, driving lust. The bitch was his.
He lifted her red, laced bra from her body and gazed at the white flesh of Rita's huge breasts. Small, circular growths of flesh surrounded the large, proud nipples on each one. They seemed to rest in a soft furrow of golden hair as they grew harder and more pink with each passing moment.
He caressed them with a serious hunger. She lifted her elegant hands beneath them and raised them to the fingers of his strong hands. She had committed her sexuality to him. Her whole body, every part of it, was now dedicated to providing Rick pleasure and physical gratification.
He smacked his lips as he squeezed her tits tighter and tighter.
"Oh," she groaned ever so slightly as his clasping hands closed painfully tight around the soft, beautiful mounds of flesh resting softly on her chest.
He saw how the bones of her diaphragm heaved from the growing passion within her. Her waist looked smaller and smaller as her moving hips silently slid over the white sheets of his large bed.
Her hands dropped back to her sweet pussy now and she began to grind at them with an increasing force.
In one swift motion, she lifted the wet fabric away from her flesh and exposed the quivering pussy that breathed behind it.
"Your body is beautiful," Rick whispered as he gazed upon Rita's fingers disappear into the secret opening of her sexual cave.
His own hand moved next to her and joined it in its silent explorations of her grinding twat. Her pubic hairs were humid and moist. A flash of moonlight filled the room and he caught a brief glimpse of the gaping hole of her inviting bush. He wanted to bury his open mouth into it but put off his ravishment until both of them were completely prepared.
He stood up, lifted his sweater over his head and threw it onto the floor. Next came his blue tee shirt. With a flurry of bony hands, he opened his jeans and pulled them off of his body. His briefs fell to the floor as he stood nakedly in the soft moonlight.
Rita lifted her body from the bed as her outstretched hand reached for his huge, throbbing joint. She clasped her hands around it and looked into Rick's beaming eyes.
He moved towards her as her hand began to stroke his hot poker. He felt his creamy semen rising to a boiling point deep in his balls. They would fire his sexual juices and release them in a burst of hot power. It would only be minutes now.
With a last act of discipline, he grasped the elastic bindings at the top of her soaken panties. A broad, sweeping motion brought them over the flesh of her thighs, the delicate roundness of her knees, and the tapered thinness of her calves and ankles. They dropped to the floor effortlessly.
Their two bodies were now open to the sensations offered by their shared sensuality. Strewn around them were the clothing that hid their bodies from each other. All that offered them now was the comforting light of the moon that sailed high above the glistening waters of the ocean outside.
Rick knelt over Rita now and firmly lifted her hands from the heated fingerings of her own bush. As if possessed of a life of their own, they immediately moved towards his proud, erect prick and swelling, dangling balls. She stroked his joint firmly and caressed his balls gingerly.
Her eyes were open and her hair was strewn about the thick pillow at the head of Rick's bed. Her legs began to open in silent obedience to nature's way. A man was about to enter her.
Rick could have her at any moment now, but decided to exercise his iron clad will again. He rested his hand on her soft stomach and buried all four fingers of his free hand into her open, wet twat. He'd fuck her alright, but not until she was a frenzied bitch ready for a rightious creaming.
His hands applied their relentless pleasure-giving massage as her arms began to flair about the bed and her legs rose.
Her mouth opened and he noticed a thick drop glisten from the side of her mouth. Her body heaved and she slowly lost her identity as she lost herself in a swirl of desire.
"Fuck me now! Please give me your prick!"
Dear, sweet Rita needed a fix of nine inches now. She began to thrash about on the bed as her wine soaked brain grew hotter and hotter within her fucked crazed body. She was almost ready.
With the ease of a true professional, he opened her legs to their maximum and positioned his bursting joint at the entrance on her quivering cunt. He would ram her with a tremendous force momentarily.
Rita began to tear at her hair as her body began to hump wildly at Rick's hands. She was ready to explode!
She began to shout in a voice driven by the fires of her own desires.
"Stick it in! Give it to me! My hole! It's open! Please, now, now, now, now!"
Tears began to come to her slammed shut eyes as her face twisted and contorted from the pains only a woman with a wide, empty hole can experience.
Rick nestled his thing at the entrance of her twat. She knew it was time and puckered her lips in frightful anticipation. She had been fucked before but the size of Rick's joint scared her. It looked to be a full ten inches long. Its thickness had left her agog when she had closed her fist around it only minutes earlier. She no longer cared if it hurt her or not. She had to have his prick!
Rick grit his teeth. The muscles of his buttocks and thighs stiffened. He bent his body over her and with a vicious hump of his whole lower torso he entered her.
"Ahhhhhhhh! It's true ... it's hurting me! It's so thick and hot. My pussy can't take it!"
Sweet Rita was in pain alright, but it was laced with the searing pleasures only a bursting prick can , offer. Rick's prick seemed to consume her as it moved with a mercilous force further and further into her hole. Her legs were as open as they could be and her fingers clutched at the sides of the bed as his conquering joint moved still further into her. It seemed to have no end. On and on it moved into her until her twisted face and open mouth shook in spasms of shock and pleasure. Rick's invading flesh probed hidden reaches of her flesh no other cock had ever came near. It was a bold explorer moving in a hot, open black canal.
"Eh! Ah! No more! You're ripping me up!" Rita's voice was weak and guttural. The thing within her seemed to vanquish her very spirit.
Saliva dangled from her mouth with a wetness that could only be matched with the drooling pussy at the other end of her body. She loved this man's prick.
Her legs rose from the bed and closed around the hard, pumping buttocks above her. Her arms slowly moved along the strong back of her fierce warrior. Her teeth flashed unseen in the moonlight and she closed her mouth into the nape of his straining mouth. She sucked at his flesh until she inflicted a hot, red mark.
"Your body is as soft as mine is hard!" Rick's voice possessed the authority of a soldier as he began to pump the giving ball of flesh beneath him with a relentless fury.
His hands moved down her ass cheeks and he pulled them apart as he drove the full thickness of his joint still further into her open, giving twat. It was a torrid spear that moved within her alright!
"Hump me raw, Rick! My cunt is yours! I'm yours! I'm your little pussy! I'm your little cunt!"
Her body tried to move under the full force of Rick's cruel humping hulk. But it was impossible. His fiery hot prick had frozen her body in a servile fuck position. She was servicing this man's needs. She was a flesh ball for fucking.
"Okay, bitch," she snorted. I'm going to shoot off inside of you now!"
He lifted her legs off of his waist and held them over his shoulders. His prick moved within her in cruel plungings.
She knew what was to happen and her hands clasped at the bars that made up the headboard of Rick's large bed. Every muscle in her face tensed in wild anticipation of the hot, flowing cream that was about to move into every cavity of her sexual canal.
"Here I come," he shouted as his balls began to blast his hot, love juice up through the hot bone of his prick into the wet, dark recesses of Rita's sweet twat. He came in a seemingless stream of juice and thick globs of steaming semen. Her inner cavity was drenched with the substance that drove her into her own, bursting orgasm.
The summer was behind Rick now. It was the Fall. He had to deal with the reality of a class full of students daily now. Gone until the following summer were his feverish cunt hunts and sexual victories.
He let the copy of "Advanced Bondage" fall to his feet and slowly returned to the here and now. His week with Rita gave him pleasure he had not been able to reach in all his years of fucking.
But she was gone now. Back in New York someone was plowing her. He was sure of that.
Would he have to wait until the next summer before he could get off like he had with Rita again.
He looked out of his window. It was a full moon, not unlike the moon he remembered on that night of ecstasy with sweet Rita. It was Friday night. There was nothing to prepare for the next day. He wouldn't meet the kids again untO the following Monday.
He reached for his favorite porno magazine and casually paged through. With a sudden abruptness, he cast it aside and got to his feet.
He was determined to find some hot, little bitch who would satisfy his starving prick. It had to be tonight.
CHAPTER TWO
He grabbed his corduroy sports jacket and moved swiftly towards his apartment. Pausing in front of the mirror placed near the front door, he carefully ran his fingers through his hair and straightened his jacket. He had no idea of where he was going that night, but he was sure it would be a place where he could find some hot, young girl.
Rick was an obsessive personality.
He bounded down the stairs of his red, bricked apartment house and walked swiftly through its neatly furnished lobby. His car was parked in the lot next to the building. His space had a number on it. He had considered having his name painted on it too, but decided against it. The name on his spot at school was sufficient to satisfy his large ego.
The Volvo started up obediently and he was soon cruising down Endover's main drag. He stopped at a diner and had dinner.
Sitting at the counter he tapped his fingers nervously and looked around him. The Friday night dinner crowd hadn't arrived yet and he was glad of it. Waiting for anything drove him crazy. When Rick Cory wanted something, he wanted it immediately. An extended wait would take the importance away from anything and everything.
As he bit into the large, well done cheeseburger he ordered, he thumbed through the small juke box selection stand sitting on the counter.
With a shiny, new quarter, he played two songs. He felt his body beginning to charge up as he listened to the hypnotic rhythms of the Black Disco songs he had selected. In more sober moments, he preferred country music. But not tonight. Rick was on the make.
In a few short minutes he had devoured his meal and was back in his car. The streets of Endover looked boring to him. The freedom of the road carried him far away from it and out onto Interstate 498. He decided to head South. About fifty miles away from Endover was a shabby little town he had heard about. That was to be his destination. Acting out his horniness in the town he taught in would be just plain stupid. He would keep his indescretions discreet.
As he cruised down the highway, the interior of his vehicle filled with the sounds of dancing music. He could not dance himself, but he certainly loved to watch others do it. Especially fucky looking girls.
He thought himself into a secret euphoria as his speedometer moved closer and closer towards eighty. The town of Barton was only a few miles away now.
He began to watch the exits. His car handled well and he pulled it from the highway with a long, full swing of his small, black steering wheel.
Soon his eyes were looking not only in front of him, but to his sides as well. What he had heard about Barton was true. It was a run down, honkey-tonk town alright. But it looked wide open. It was exactly what he was looking for.
He continued his private inspection of the town for the next sixty minutes. The population appeared to be mostly working-class. Many of the buildings were old, wooden structures perilously nearing condemnation. People sat at the open windows and looked down at. the street. They looked like that was the way they passed most of their time. Just watching the people and cars go by.
On the far side of town, he found what he had been looking for. The large sign that made his eyes light up, stood arrogantly at the very edge of the road. It read "Nick's Launch Pad-Disco Dancing-Drinks."
His brakes squeaked as he abruptly braked and moved from the blacktopped highway onto the rough gravel of the large parking lot that surrounded the place. He felt excited and happy. His confidence and direct manner would surely enable him to score.
He felt a tinge of embarrassment as he paid his two dollar admission charge and had a large "N" stamped on his wrist. This, to the management's mind kept anyone who wanted to sneak in, out. It didn't work though. Rick had seen a small cluster of boys delicately applying the letter to their arms with a large magic marker as he walked from his car.
It was a dive alright. And the crowd was so young. For once, Rick was glad he had a baby face. His clothes were always fashionable and trendy, so he did not look too out of place. A full ten years separated him from most of the clientele.
The moment he passed through the small alcove that separated the entrance from the main room of the club, he spotted her. She was foxy as hell.
She sensed the eyes of a man upon her and looked towards Rick. Even though their eye contact was for a split second, they communicated intensely. She was on the make too. But she wasn't easy. Rick would have to work to get at this one. She cruised on past and disappeared behind the large panel of wood at the entrance to the Ladies Room.
Rick walked towards the bar. He was very thirsty.
"Scotch," he said firmly. The band had just taken a break, so the bartender heard him quite clearly.
As he sipped the clear, brown liquor he riveted his eyes on the spot where he had last seen the girl who had turned him on. His mind was made up. She was to be the one who would satisfy his oppressive horniness. The wallet in the back pocket of his jeans contained over a hundred dollars. It could take care of a motel and a morning meal. All that was needed was a penetrating rap and a few drinks and the hot, young thing in the restroom would be his.
She was about twenty-one years old and had shiny ebony-like, black skin. This particular feature added fodder to the flame, already raging in his crotch. The second he laid eyes on her he felt the whole lower part of his torso begin to churn with sexual life.
His elbows rested on the bar of the crowded club. His sexual energies now had direction. He felt the masculine prowess that must always precede a sexual forage. As soon as she came out he would make his move.
But it didn't work out that way. As soon as she reappeared, a young man about her same age walked up to her and sped her off towards the dance floor. For awhile, Rick lost all sight of her. The music had started again and the very walls of the club seemed to strain with its audio fury. Rick felt the bass guitar's strong vibrations. The people crowded onto the small dance floor acted like pawns in the music's game. They gyrated and swayed in the random directions dictated by the pulsating sounds. Rick ordered another Scotch and watched.
It was a mixed crowd racially. He didn't like to see white women dance with black men. Somehow it violated his sense of honor. The discipline that so characterized his teaching bordered on fierce intolerance and bigotry in racial affairs. Luckily, Rick lived in New Hampshire. If he lived in New York or even Boston, heM have to change.
But Rick's sexual needs transcended his racial preferences. Black girls turned him on. They seemed so sensual in their whole manner. Rick believed that they were dynamite in bed.
He turned from the crowd and ordered another drink. His sexual fantasies were beginning to wain. Maybe it would be better if he just went on home and went to bed. He always had his pornography. That was there.
As Rick's high hopes began to fade, he didn't notice the girl he had spotted when he first came into the place. She had been dancing for a full half hour, and was only now beginning to tire. Her body moved with a grace and style that paid tribute to femininity. The sweat coating her black skin, gave it an added shine. Her bare arms, shoulders and stomach moved in a harmony composed by the live band. The red halter top she wore gently pressed her modest, yet elegant bosom, close to her chest. The tailored, black slacks clinging to her waist, hips and gams were impeccable. They moved in full cooperation with her swaying body and remained without a wrinkle throughout. Her white teeth glistened when she opened her mouth to sing along with the primitive, sensual lyrics of the Disco band.
Her dark eyes were intense and intelligent.
As her body twirled about on the dance floor, her eyes caught sight of Rick's back. She had noticed him earlier and liked his looks. He seemed "together." The guy she danced with was okay, but definitely not her type. Since she had come to the place alone, it was wise to make sure that all the creeps saw her with the same man. It didn't stop them from coming on to her, but it certainly cooled them off a bit. What was good about the guy she was with was that she could split from him any time she wanted to. He wanted a foxy dance partner, that's all. She was the one, for now at least. His own love life ran a close second at that point. He just had to dance.
Her name was Sharon but her friends called her Slade. She liked that name. It had style and vibrancy. That was something that her life, of late, lacked. Sharon was a nurse. When she was in high school, nursing seemed a wonderful thing. All she wanted to do was to help people. During nursing school her zeal began to falter, but by that time, the goal of becoming a nurse was the path of least resistance. It was only in the past few months had she come to realize what a mistake she had made. She hated the job. Cleaning bedpans and listening to a lot of old, feeble people stroll down their mental memory lanes depressed the hell out of her. All the doctors seemed interested in were their "holdings" in real estate and "the market." Then came sex. She couldn't get over how horny they all were. Big shot distinguished doctor's fucking little nurses in closets and empty rooms. It was so disgusting. Her superior, Nurse Fulcher gotto her more than anyone, however. She always called Sharon, "Miss Bownes." Bownes was her last name, but why did she have to be called "Miss" all the time. She was a nurse, after all. She deserved respect. Sharon wanted to tell the fat, old hag to "fuck off on several occasions. But she could never summon the nerve. Her release had come to be her weekend jaunts to the various clubs and discos in her general area.
She was known in all of them simply as "Slade." It made her feel good when someone would call out to her. Slade, as a name had style.
Before the blasting song ended, she motioned to her partner that she had had enough. He nodded his head and disappeared into the crowd. Slade paused for a moment, looked towards the bar and then strode straight towards it. Rick didn't even see her approach.
"Whew!" she said to herself after she had reached the bar. It was meant to be heard. Rick looked up from his drink and gazed upon the panting, black girl fanning her puffing face with her long, elegant hands.
She smiled honestly at Rick. She felt bold after dancing.
"Hot, isn't it?" she continued.
"You've been dancing for awhile, haven't you?" Rick replied.
Both of them were beginning to get nervous. Each of them were what the other one was looking for.
Slade looked towards the bar. She motioned to the bartender who brought her a drink directly.
"Does he know what you want before you order it?" Rick asked.
"I come here a lot," she answered. "He knows what I like."
Rick's prick was as hard as a rock. "Hey! Why don't we go outside for awhile, for a breath of fresh air," he offered.
Slade looked him up and down. He looked pretty straight.
"Okay," she replied.
As they moved towards the door, Slade grabbed her waist length, suede jacket draped over one of the club's booths. She was glad to get out of the place. It made her crazy after awhile.
Outside in the parking lot, Rick and Slade leaned on a parked car. The conversation between them was intense. Slade was not going to be an easy lay. They began to banter and tease one another.
"You want to dance for me tonight?" Rick asked suggestively.
"With you or FOR you?" she replied.
They laughed. Rick leaned his back fully against the car, opened his legs and pulled lean Slade between them. He closed his arms around her tiny waist.
"For me, for me," he answered with joking nervousness.
Her white teeth glistened in the cool night air and she pressed Rick's nose with her thin, long finger. She giggled.
"C'mon," he said confidently. "Let's go for a ride."
He took her by the hand and led her to his car. Slade's veneer of toughness and cool was beginning to fade. She was Sharon Bownes after all. She offered no resistance.
Before she stooped to get into the passenger seat, she hesitated. Her hands rested on the top of the car's door. She didn't know this guy she was leaving with. He could be anyone. 'Was she doing the right thing?' she asked herself.
Rick sat behind the steering wheel. He sensed her indecision. Slade was not unlike some of the more timid students in his class. All that was needed was a firm hand.
"Get in," he commanded. She obeyed silently.
Her nerves began to settle after the car's wheels made contact with the smooth surface of the highway. She had no idea of where they were going. But Rick did.
He had spotted a new motel as he drove into the town. It had a cocktail lounge attached to it. It wouldn't be long now! He began to feel his crotch's grindings grow in hot intensity. As he drove he glanced sideways at Slade. She sat there impassively. She did her best to act as cool as possible. It didn't fool Rick though. Dear Slade was on the run already. Soon she'd be squirming beneath his pumping body.
Rick pulled his car off the road when he saw the bright lights of the motel. A sharp wave of panic swept through Slade's hot, young body. She was far from a virgin, but she had never been taken to a motel before. It seemed like a sordid thing to do. Her own humping had been confined to the back seats of cars.
"This is a nice place," Rick said authoritatively. He was in complete control of the situation. "We'll go in for a drink and talk."
Rick had never been there before, but he swaggered into the place like he owned it. He led Slade to a corner booth and promptly ordered a carafe of red wine. After it had arrived, Rick poured two full glasses. Slade drank hers greedily. It calmed her nerves.
It was getting late and Rick was getting hornier as the wine began to affect his judgement. He decided to use the direct approach.
"Slade," he began, "I want to make love to you, tonight. After we finish this wine here, I'll get us a room next door."
That was all he said. No explanations or apologies. His intentions were clear.
Slade swallowed hard and cleared her throat. She was twenty-one years old and wanted desperately to be a mature, sensual woman. It was hard. She stared blankly at the lounge's red tablecloth. There was nothing she could say. Rick knew his own mind. He seemed so sure of himself. That really turned Slade on.
She had begun to feel timid lately, despite her weekend clubbing. The hospital routine was beginning to take hold of her. To agree with those around her seemed the easiest way.
She nodded her consent.
"Good," Rick answered, as he sat up in his seat. He lifted his glass of wine and drank it in silent celebration to his bold move. Slade would be a hot, little love maker. He was sure of that, too.
Slade however, felt the numbing paralysis of inaction throughout her downcast body. All of her illusions of being a brash, soul sister were dashed by this stranger who had practically ordered her into sexual compliance. She began to rub her index finger back and forth on the red tablecloth. Her face rose slowly to meet his. Rick smiled sweetly at her. His eyes told her that everything would be okay. Mixed with her private defeat she began to feel a growing warmth for this man with such a confident, aggressive manner.
He stroked her thickly curled, black hair with a possessive, strong hand. His bony fingers moved through it with ease. It moved down to her thin neck and clasped it firmly.
"It will be good," he whispered seriously. "It will be very good."
Her glass was empty and she beckoned him to fill it. She drank greedily. It would make it all much easier if she was a little drunk.
"I'm going to leave you for a couple of minutes. I'm going to get the room. Don't move." Rick slid across the leather upholstery of the booth's seat and strode through the glass door that joined the cocktail lounge with the motel. It was a very convenient setup for the type of scenario he was currently engaged in. He had to remember the place.
Slade waited in the quiet darkness of the lounge. It never occurred to her that she could just get up and walk right out. Rick had somehow made her an obedient instrument of his sexual cravings. She poured the last remaining drops of wine from the clear carafe and drank lustily.
'If this is the way it's going to be,' she thought, 'I might as well enjoy it.'
Rick returned directly and stood over the table. "Okay," he said. "Let's go." He called the shots in that quiet cocktail lounge with the same ease in which he directed his class.
The couple walked out into the cool night and around the side of the newly completed, brick structure. Slade noticed several blocks and a pile of gravel, as she walked behind Rick. She didn't see him stop and bumped right into him. He turned towards her with impatience.
"Here it is." He slid the key into the lock built into the doornob, turned the tumbler and opened the door. It was a nice room at least. The furniture was inexpensive, but new. Near the door was a round table over which hung a ball lamp. Slade sat down timidly as Rick walked around the room. After a full inspection, he tossed his jacket onto a chair and sat down on the bed.
"Come over here," he said. "Come on."
Slade rose from her seat and moved towards Rick. All the business and bullshit that had to be taken care of was completed. He could concentrate on the beauty and sensual fullness of the body that moved towards him.
As Slade walked the few steps that separated them, Rick noticed her high, firm buttocks. No white woman he had ever had possessed had such hind quarters. It was almost magical how high they stood.
The fabric of her slacks moved in perfect harmony with the flesh beneath them. The swell of her hips grew softly out of her tiny waist. Her dark, brown skin seemed almost black in the dimly lit room. The only things that contrasted her overall dark figure were her red halter top and her made-up face.
The top she wore still pressed at her small, yet elegantly proportioned bosom. Each of her breasts was a soft well of flesh pressing at the binding cloth of the top.
Her face seemed to glow as she got closer to Rick. Light reflected from her forehead and her eyes flashed. They seemed unusually large as they rested above her thin nose and feminine lips.
Her overall was definitely "Black" in structure, but the features of her face were pure Caucasian. Slade was a beautiful girl.
Rick took her by the arms and sat her down beside him. He felt her shiver slightly.
"Don't be nervous," he said paternally.
He pushed her back on the bed and kissed her lips. His mouth opened and began to probe at the inner reaches of hers. Seconds later, the tip of his tongue flecked at and surrounded hers with a growing passion.
Slade lay on the bed with her arms at her sides. She was unable to participate in her own seduction. Her obedience to Rick had grown into abject servility. She would have to be directed into every act.
Rick hadn't noticed. He moved his heating body atop hers and began to grind his stiff meat into her soft pussy. His arms pressed against her soft shoulders. The hungry prick locked into the tight fabric of his jeans was growing angry in its bondage. It had to be released to ravage the sweet flesh of its victim.
Rick rose off her and stood up. As he unbuckled his pants he noticed the complete stillness of Slade. It angered him. His own passions were beginning to take hold of him, why were hers not growing too?
"Stand up and take your clothes off," he said impatiently.
She lay there impassively and stared at the ceiling. It was like she didn't hear him.
Rick grew more angry. "I said to stand up and take your clothes off!"
Slowly Slade rose to her feet..
It wasn't fast enough for Rick. With a flash of his open, white palm, he slapped her right across the face.
"Look bitch, we came here to fuck and that's what we are going to do. You better get that through your little head!"
An ugly expression had seized his face. He began to move with a sexual vengeance.
Slade had yelped Slightly when Rick's palm made contact with her face. She had fallen back on the bed and begun to sob quietly.
"Why couldn't" she just stand up and walk right out of the room?' she asked herself. Her tears streaked her flushed cheeks and she held her hands up to her mouth. 'What was wrong with her?'
Rick grabbed her and made her stand up. His fingers moved towards her top. After they had clasped themselves under the stretching fabric, his arms made a full, sweeping motion lifting the small top over her head. He dropped it onto the floor and examined her breasts. The small, black, laced bra pressed her tits together forming a slight cleavage.
Rick stood in front of her and unclasped the small, metal clip at her back. Slade lowered her head in shame as the sheer fabric fell away from her breasts revealing two perfectly formed swells of flesh.
Rick squeezed them firmly. Strangely enough, she was beginning to feel her own passions spark to life. His hands were strong as they squeezed her tits fullness and flecked at her small, hardening nipples.
Suddenly, he pushed her away from him. He began to undress.
"Take your pants off," he ordered. Immediately, she complied. She would follow his instructions as well as she could now.
As the zipper of her slacks opened, Rick saw her matching black panties. His cock grew harder. It would soon probe the dark, wet canal hiding behind it.
Slade stooped as she lifted her legs out of her slacks. Rick's eyes swelled from his head as he looked upon the long, slender elegance of her legs. Her barely clad body stood erect upon high, platform shoes. They added to the sensual perfection of her frame.
As he dropped his shirt to the floor, he spoke firmly to her. "Walk around the room a little bit. I want to look at you."
He began to groan to himself as he gazed upon her. She was magnificent. Her body moved with the grace of a proud mare. Her buttocks moved gracefully as the fabric of her panties stretched tightly across them. Her back was long and curved towards the large, black curls of her head. When she turned towards him, he almost came in his briefs. At the center of her hips, he could see the outline of her sweet pussy. It protruded slightly from her panties and promised to be a bush of climatic delight.
Rick stepped out of his briefs and sat down in his nakedness, onto the bed. His prick was long, thick and hard. It stood out in its hungry, pink thickness, from a nest of thick pubic hair.
He was ready to begin.
"Move closer to me and get on your knees," he said firmly. She obeyed.
She was very close to him now. Her head rested on her chest limply. It was almost directly under his proud prick.
Rick felt his dangling balls swing freely as he lowered his hands onto Slade's shoulders.
"Look at my prick bitch," he barked suddenly.
Slade raised her head and stared at the throbbing muscle of flesh. Its size both thrilled and scared her. She had heard that white men had large penises, but she had not expected his to be that large. Its full nine inches amazed her. Unconsciously, she lifted her hand and began to stroke at its hard, thick root.
"I knew you'd like it," Rick said arrogantly. "Now open your mouth and suck! Suck it till it comes. Suck my scum right out!"
As Slade's mouth dropped open, she looked up towards Rick meekly. All she looked for in his face was a trace of affection or kindness. She found none.
Rick's fingers closed upon the back of her neck and plunged her mouth upon the steaming fullness of his joint. He then clasped his hands towards the sides of her head and began to hump. She was being mouth fucked, righteously!
Slade couldn't breathe. Rick's prick had moved past her mouth into her throat. The skin at the corners of her gaping mouth stretched to their maximum. The full thickness of Rick's rod tested its very limits. Her cheeks bulged as Rick moved her bobbing head upon his stiff dick. When he forced her head down upon it, he would issue a strong hump. Her teeth hit against the bone of his pelvis as her open nostrils drew in every possible molecule of air possible. She felt that she was suffocating.
Rick saw to it that she didn't though. When he lifted her head from his prick she had a split second to catch a breath of air. But then she would again have her head forced down.
Rick's eyes closed and he gritted his teeth. Up and down Slade's head moved. His horny sexuality and need for fulfillment turned his driving passion into a twisted, hungry anger. He had to get off!
"Suck it, bitch! You'll get a hot shot of come juice soon! Suck it hard! Ahhhhhh!"
The legs of his thighs stiffened as he began to lift himself from the bed with each hump. His balls were swelling with a boiling load of scum.
"You'll swallow it all, black bitch!"
Despite the growing ferocity of Rick's humps, Slade was beginning to find a dark kind of pleasure in his abuse. His boner bore the masculine scent of sweat. His pubic hairs were short, curled and knotted. She found herself suddenly sucking and blowing on the cruel prick that raped her mouth so mercilessly. Her tongue began to fleck at his opening cum slit. She began to relish his imminent orgasm. She had never tasted scum before. She knew that it would be hot, sticky and salty. The actual experience would soon be hers.
"Good little black bitch!" Rick groaned as he sensed Slade's growing passion. "You love to suck!"
He was right. The hands that had hung limply at her side when Rick had shoved his hot, stiff flesh into her mouth, suddenly came to life. One of them pulled the stretching, laced fabric of her black panties away from her grinding cunt. The other began to fondle the heating, folds of flesh within her sweet, young pussy.
Seconds later her head began to blur as she moved it with growing speed upon Rick's now still joint. Her fingers had disappeared into her hot, grinding, hungry twat as she pumped at them relentlessly.
Rick fell back on the bed as his slut slave performed her servile act upon his organ. Her eyes were slammed shut now. She felt a growing flame in her crotch. It was beginning to sear her entire body. She sucked with a need for hot scum. It seemed that she required his cum in her mouth and throat in order to achieve her own climax.
Her free hand latched upon Rick's prick. Up and down her mouth moved as she breathed heated breaths. The skin of her lips and mouth wetted from the humid moisture forming in Rick's crotch. Although the muscles of her throat pained her from their ceaseless and repeated stretchings, she gobbled his thing with a tireless intensity.
Rick's orgasm was near. He rose up on the bed and drove Slade's face into his crotch. His dangling balls swelled. He could feel them begin to release his thick wads of scum into the base of his stem.
The scum began to move down the length of his pink flesh. As it neared its tip, he puckered his lips and stood up. His legs opened and he began to crouch. Slade's face was buried in his crotch.
"Here it is bitch! Open your throat! Ahhhhhh!" Rick came.
A hot torrent of white clots of cum shot forth from his slit. Slade gagged and coughed as the steaming substance burst into her mouth.
Rick held her struggling head with an iron grip. She would get every drop of his juice. He'd see to it!
Slade's hands left her twat and she began to tear at her disarrayed hair. The thick, sticky liquid entering her body was too much to bear. Tears of shock formed in her eyes as her body shuddered and shook with the force of the hot, white invading semen.
Rick pumped on. With each thrust of his burning boner, another volley of cum would spurt forth. Thick clots of the substance rolled down her throat with the building momentum of a snowball rolling down the slope of a towering mountain.
Slade withered with the force of Rick's cruel humps. Suddenly, however, her breaths grew shorter and shorter. The flame that had burned in her crotch began to consume every cell of her pathetic body. The blasts of Rick's prick in her mouth had triggered her own orgasm.
Thick droplets of cum dribbled from her twat as her nervous fingers returned to it, in a frenzied attempt to pull the full force of her orgasm from her. As the hot, love juice streamed over her quivering fingers, her mouth filled with Rick's endless stream of cum. It began to stream out of the corners of her mouth, as she panted and shook as the sensual force of her own orgasm faced through her lean, tense body.
When Rick was sure he had enjoyed his last spasm of scum he lifted Slade's head from his cock. For a second it dangled lifelessly, as her own orgasm swept through her body.
He let her drop to the floor. There she quivered from the inner pleasures of climax. She was in ecstasy.
As Rick looked at her a strange idea entered his mind.
CHAPTER THREE
The day Rick had left his summer cottage on Maine's rocky coast, he had driven into town to pick up a few items from the hardware store. One of these a twenty-foot length of rope. It was a strong, thin weave and was about one quarter inch in thickness.
It turned out that he had no use for the rope on his return journey to Endover. It was still wrapped in its clear, plastic package and stored in the trunk of his car.
He could put it to good use now!
Slade's climactic humpings slowed to a stop. She rested on the thickly carpeted floor and felt the warm, soothing calm of orgasmic afterglow. She failed to notice Rick begin to dress. Her repose was distrubed however, when she heard the motel room's door shut. Rick was gone.
She lay there not knowing what to do. Rick's instruction had been so forceful and clear that she had temporarily forgotten that she had a will of her own.
Before she could collect her thoughts, Rick had returned. He had something in his hand. She had no idea what it was.
She'd find out soon!
"Alright, slut! Get off the floor and onto the bed!" Rick's voice had a cruel ring to it.
Slade was frightened. Her instructor looked suddenly like a man with a fierce determination. Immediately, she obeyed.
"Lay on your stomach," he ordered.
As Slade turned her beautiful, glistening, naked body full out on the ruffled bed, she asked nervously, "What are you going to do to me?"
He smacked her naked buttocks sharply. "Don't ask questions! Just do what you are told!"
Slade began to sob quietly. "Are you going to hurt me?" she begged. "Please don't hurt me.
Her defenseless pleadings began to stiffen Rick's limp joint. He began to mimic her.
"Please don't hurt me," he said in high tones. "Ha, ha! You are going to get only what's coming to you, cunt!"
As he opened the small knife he always kept on his key chain, he got down to business.
"Put your hands behind your back and cross them at your waist."
As she complied, he cut a small length of the strong, white rope. He laid the open blade down gently next to the rest of the rope. He began to tie her wrists together.
"What are you doing to me?" Slade yelled nervously.
Rick slapped her soundly across the back of the head. "Shut the fuck up, bitch! Just shut your fuckin' mouth!"
Slade's sobs grew louder as Rick bound her thin, elegant wrists tightly together.
When he had completed his initial task he pulled a large, red bandana type handkerchief from his back pocket. He spun it over her head and pulled it firmly over her mouth.
Slade's muffled screams went unheard. As Rick's prick grew he realized the secret pleasures of bondage. This beautiful thing vainly struggling in his grasp would give him pleasure he had only imagined previously.
He pressed his knee squarely onto the lower part of Slade's moving back. Her resistance was beginning to grow. He had to complete his task soon. Quickly, he measured out and cut two six feet lengths of his binding cord.
At the end of each he tied a strong lope knot. Straddling Slade's squirming back, he cinched it over her left ankle and then her right. He had to get off of her to complete his task.
"Now, don't you move, bitch. If you do, daddy will spank!"
Gently, he rose from her. She didn't move a muscle.
The rope dangled from each of her trim ankles. He pulled the left one firmly and tied its end to the small protruding piece of wood at one corner of the bed's baseboard. He moved to the other side of the bed and did the same with her right ankle.
He didn't have to worry about her struggling free anymore. The rest of his task could be done easily.
He looked at the bound beauty. She thrashed around on the bed but the bounds were too tight. She soon tired herself out and accepted her fate. But there was more in store for the poor creature.
Rick cut two more six foot lengths of the rope. He bent over the bed and tied each one of them to the inside joints of her knees. Moving to the front of the bed, he pulled the right one to him. The rope at her ankle and her knee grew painfully taut. Her knee moved under her wretched torso. He slipped the rope over the small, protruding piece of wood at the right corner of the bed's headboard. Rick then moved around the bed and did the same with her left leg.
His work was done. Now for the pleasures offered by her readied flesh!
Before he began his abuse, he glared at Slade. She had been reduced from a high-stepping, soul sister to a broken, bound bitch. His prick was growling for the pathetic waif.
Slade couldn't move. Her body was positioned precisely in the center of the room's large, double bed. Her head rested on the ruffled sheets. Her wrists crossed at the small of her back. Her knees had been pulled under her lovely torso spreading her buttocks in an open invitation to Rick's seething prick.
As the twisted teacher began to undress, he spoke cruelly to his captive. "Ah, poor Slade! How did you ever get tied up like this? Isn't it sad! Maybe I can help you out some."
A cruel smile broke on his lips as he lifted Slade's head by pulling on her black, curled hair. "Maybe I can help you out some!" he repeated.
Slade's eyes were filled with fear and dread. Why did Rick tie her up? She'd do anything he wanted to. There was no need. What was he going to do to her.
The beautiful, young, black girl's make up was smeared all over her face. Thick, black lines appeared under her eyes. She had been crying for some time.
Rick turned her face towards him with a firm grasp on her chin.
"Gee, honey! You look so unhappy! Maybe I can cheer you up some."
Rick laughed bitterly. He would cheer her up alright. Right up her open asshole!
He got onto the bed and moved his huge, throbbing prick towards the bound Black's hind quarters. He began to squeeze her buttocks with a cruel strength. The fingers of his left hand moved into the pink, inner lining of her ass cheeks. As he pulled it open, her tiny anal flower came into view. That was what Rick wanted.
He stuck the index finger of his left hand into her rectum. It was tight and moist. Slade gave a muffled yelp and restrained jump. Rick was hurting her badly.
"Now, now, little black bitch. That didn't hurt, did it?"
Slade felt violated. Her shame had been turned in abject humiliation. His finger probing her anus was an evil visitor to her most private parts. It moved within her rectal walls with an amoral arrogance. Slade ached with pain, but she could not move.
The pain grew in intensity the longer Rick's bony finger rammed her tiny hole. Its pink walls stretched in reluctant acceptance to the harsh thing within it.
Slade had no idea that the probing finger acted merely as a scout for a bigger and bolder invader.
"Ughhhhhhhhhh!" she managed to emit from her bound mouth as Rick rammed his hot boner directly into her tearing asshole. Her body froze in pain as his first thrust plowed two full inches into her rectum. Slade understood why Rick's finger had moved within her. It was laying the groundwork for the brutal boner that slammed against her rectal opening.
"Your hole is loosening up, black bitch! That's very good!"
Rick laughed cruelly as he lowered his hands under Slade's buttocks and spread them far apart. His prick was no longer visible. It ravaged the inner darkness of Slade's wretched anus.
Rick suddenly gave a vicious hump and forced his boner another two inches into Slade's opening hole. From a tiny opening, Rick's conquering cock was rapidly turning it into a gaping, open hole.
The brutal ass fucker had been on his knees since it had begun his perverted act. His prick wanted her entire hole. The portion still remaining in the room's open air wanted the soothing massage offered by the tight, giving walls of Slade's stretching shit hole.
Rick squatted on the balls of his feet now in order to give his attacking prick further momentum. He clasped the heated flesh of Slade's thighs and prepared for a brutal, final assault.
"This ass fucking will give you the discipline needed for the future. It will hurt like hell, but you'll learn to love it. I'll teach you! Open up your asshole bitch, because here comes my ruler!"
It was a cruel joke. With a blurring series of short, powerful humps, Rick's evil rod moved completely into her tiny asshole. Its walls stretched beyond their limits and several tiny capillaries burst apart. Rick felt the warm trickle of blood begin to flow over his thunderous rod. It only added fuel to his quest for a heightening of his climax.
Slade's face had turned into a contorted mass of agonized flesh. Her eyes were now open and bulged fully from their sockets. Her nostrils flared open in constant need for more and more air, as Rick's brutal ass fucking put an incredible strain on her young, ravaged body. Agonized, guttural noises sprung from her throat but never left her mouth. Her bonds were too tight. She suffered her torment in a muted misery. The iron hard thing that moved further and further into her with each succeeding hump inflicted unimagined miseries upon her flesh. It seemed to heap an unbearable load of pain upon her very spirit. She felt defeated and vanquished as the harsh lash of Rick moved with a merciless fury.
She gargled in a primal, strange way. Small droplets of saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth. She had become a mere fragment of her former self. Rick's murderous thing had turned her into a ball of flesh whose only purpose was to satisfy a prick's hungry need.
Rick rammed on. His prick was enjoying its unnatural plundering. The balls that swung to and fro, like a fleshy pendulum banging against Slade's soaken crotch were beginning to swell as the boiling semen within craved release.
With every thrust of his cock, Rick felt her anal walls grow more and more relaxed. They had finally awarded the strange, foreign invader complete control. Her anal juices began to flow and his cock moved with a greater ease. Up and down the full length of her dark hole his huge poker traveled.
Rick's eyes closed and he bit his lips as he felt his scum begin to flow. The glow that had begun in his crotch only seconds before, had grown in tremendous force as his whole body tingled with the pleasure of an incredible climax. The muscles of his slender buttocks tightened as his prick explored uncharted regions of Slade's gaping hole.
He began to slam her ass cheeks with each hump. He wanted her to hurt. The pain she suffered would heighten his own pleasure. He wanted to take the gag he had placed on her mouth off and hear her scream as he came. Her twisted cries would give his blasting balls and rock hard prick greater and greater impetus to hump and hump with speed, intensity and hot withering fury.
His left hand let go of her quivering thigh. The knot that muted Slade was at the base of her skull. He pulled it and released its silencing grip The room suddenly filled with the wail of a woman suffering the most intense pain of her life. Her tortured cries changed Rick's growing fury into a strange, sadistic brutality.
"Ahhhhhh! You're killing me! You're tearing me open! Please!"
He enjoyed her agony. Her cries could be heard in several of the motel's adjoining rooms. Loudly! Luckily for Rick, none of them were occupied.
"You love it bitch! That's what you're here for! It's open and taking me! Ha, ha!"
Rick's words were those of a wild man. The sight of Slade's bondage and the scream of her pain charged his balls with a circuit breaking current.
"Ughhhh!" Slade cried. "Pleasseeeeeeeeee stop!"
Her pleadings went unheeded as Rick felt the first bolts of scum shoot from his open slit. The hot, white substance raced up her anal canal into the innermost reaches of her body. It as if someone had poured burning oil into her.
"What is it? It's burning me up! It's too much!" Poor Slade shook her head from side to side as the hot semen tore around her body. She felt as if it had moved into her very brain.
A small pool of anal juices had begun to form directly below Rick's point of entry. The pain at that point was microscopic in comparison to that which filled her inner canal.
The stream of semen traveled with the force of a rising tide. It rolled along her inner lining searing every cell on its way. She felt its hot, sticky strength move into every cavity of her body.
It was a relentless flow of wilting come. She tore at her bonds, but it was no use. Her asshole remained high and open for the blasts of Rick's machine.
"Take it all, bitch! Take my scum! Feel it inside of your black, fucky body! It's going to give you pleasures you never thought were possible! You'll feel it soon!"
Rick was right. Between the shock waves of pain tearing throughout her body, Slade was beginning to feel mild spasms of pleasure. The huge cock within her was a cruel ruler indeed, but its strength and power were awesomely beautiful. The hot, sticky juice that issued from it burned, but also left her inner flesh aglow with tingling pangs of delight.
As Rick humped and came, Slade's screams of protest changed to screams of pleasure. The hurt never left, but it was now spiked with a new kind of pleasure she had never before experienced. The most agonized night of her young life was strangely becoming one of the most pleasured filled.
"When will it stop coming?" she pleaded to know. Laced within the anguish of her question was a faint hope that it would never stop coming. Each jolt of Rick's exploding cock rose her higher and higher from the bed. Her body quaked with its force and fury, and actually rose in anticipation of the next one. As his cock continued its ceaseless coming, Slade began to enjoy her bondage.
Suddenly, it all made sense. As her own orgasm rose from the pit of her crotch, she realized that it was her place to be used by a man. Rick was a cruel, but ever effective teacher! Her bonds suddenly became a symbol of her own feminine role. She would do anything for Rick! If he wanted to tie her up, so be it! It was the womanly thing to do.
Rick smiled cruelly. Slade was a good student. She had learned fast. Her discipline and bondage would be her path to fulfillment. She would suffer at his hands because new and exciting pleasures would surely be somewhere at the end of her painful journey.
Rick gave one last thumping blast of his spent cock. It shot into her asshole at the same second as her own cum poured from her soaken, steaming twat.
"Ughhhhhhh!" she groaned as her spurting cum left her twisting body, and Rick's final blast of scum entered it.
"Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" Her orgasm tore through her body with a gripping force. Never before in her young life had she felt such ecstasy. Every fiber in her body was aglow and tingled. She shuddered and shook on the bed like a bitch in heat. But her need had been satisfied. Her tensed body relaxed and surrendered to the invisible hand of her sensual massage. Nature could provide a whole new range of unnatural pleasures. Rick had taught her that now!
She was his in body and spirit. She wished she could kiss her bonds. They were the instrument of Rick's pleasure-giving technique.
As she bathed in the afterglow of the most violent orgasm in her life, her mind thought of one, and only one thing.
"More!" she thought. "I must have more!"
Rick fell forward onto Slade's back. The force of his own orgasm had left him exhausted. Yet, his imagination never stopped working. Already he was planning his next humiliation of grateful Slade.
Their relationship was firmly established. Rick would inflict pain, humiliation and degradation upon Slade and she would accept it all gladly.
Despite its perverse premise, it had a certain kind of purity. There could be no complications. It was beautifully simple. Rick would be the master and Slade would be the slave.
The small pool of anal juice directly below Rick's point of entry had now been joined by Rick's cooling scum, Slade's own orgasmic juices and the sweat that dripped from Rick's overworked crotch.
Rick's eyes riveted upon it. It would be the focal point of his next act.
Slade's body heaved. Her breaths were long and hard. She had no idea of what would come next. All that was important was that there would be more.
The very idea of being tied up and humiliated at the hands of a white stranger would have repulsed her not more than a few hours before that very second. But now it thrilled her and made her humid, moist twat twitter. It was all so new and exciting. She had never before imagined that sex could be so thrilling.
Rick lifted his body from her and moved to the front of the bed. Slade spied his limp, shit stained joint and longed to close her lips around it. She would suck it to a new, full hardness and then await whatever it was Rick had in store for her. But he remained out of reach.
Master Rick untied the rope that had been lashed to the wood posts at the head of the bed. Slade felt her legs relax as the rope's tension faded. She was somewhat free now and could move around a bit. Her wrists were still bound behind her and her ankles were still tied firmly to the bed's wooden backboard.
"Are you releasing me?" she asked meekly. It was a simple question.
Severe Rick interrupted the question as impudence and promptly slapped Slade across the face. He was angry and pensive.
"Do not ask questions! You will address me as 'Mr. Cory' from now on and speak only when you are told to! You do understand, don't you?"
"Yes, Mr. Cory. I understand perfectly."
Slade felt her crotch begin to grind in a renewed heat. Mr. Cory would instruct her well!
Rick pulled a chair over to the bed and sat down. He looked at her thoughtfully.
"You are a good slut!"
"Now get onto your back, close your eyes and open your mouth."
Slade obeyed immediately. The bonds of her legs twisted and tightened as she turned onto her back. Her wrists jabbed into her back as she lay there, but there was nothing she could do about it. That was the way Mr. Cory wanted it, so that was the way it was going to be.
Slade felt Rick get onto the bed. She felt the skin of his thighs brush against her small, yet lovely, breasts. A thick, hairy brush seemed to smother her face. Her eyes opened to complete darkness.
She heard Mr. Cory's voice. "Ream out my asshole, bitch! Stick your tongue right into it! Suck my shit hole!"
And suck she did! His asshole was quite large and was covered by a thick growth of pubic hair. Her mouth closed on the flesh below it and her tongue darted into the large, black canal. She felt her own twat begin to heat up as her master ground his hole right into her face. Slade longed to finger herself. Another orgasm was all she craved.
It was as if Rick could read her very thoughts. Lying next to the two, was the remains of the cord Rick had used to tie Slade up with. There was a good ten feet left and Rick had made sure it was neatly folded before he used the cut strips to bind his captive to the bed. Its neat folds gave it a full thickness and a length of at least, twelve inches. With a sadistic smile on his face, Rick lifted it from the bed and leaned over Slade's bound torso.
As her tongue probed the inner recesses of his anus, he opened the folds of skin that covered her gaping cunt hole. With a brutal shove, he rammed the full length of the cord into her pussy. At the same moment, he pressed his full weight upon her sucking, servile face.
Her body tensed and he heard her muffled cries beneath him. He was fucking her with the very cord he had used to tie her up with! The irony of the whole act humored Mr. Cory.
"Do you like your bonds now, bitch?" he asked sardonically.
He lifted his crotch from her face just long enough to hear her anguished cries for mercy.
"Ahhhhh! What is it? It hurts! Ohhhh! Please! Take it out!"
That was all he permitted her to say. He gritted his teeth and rammed his asshole back into her soaken face. A full three inches of the cord remained outside of her aching cunt. With a clenched fist, he pounded the remaining portion into her hole until it disappeared.
Slade wreathed in agony. She had gotten more than she had bargained for this time. The harsh weave of the cord cut her insides. A small trickle of blood dribbled to the sheet below her wet cunt hole. Her whole body struggled to rid itself of the vile thing that abused it so. But it was no use. Mr. Cory had slammed it fully into her young, now twisted, body.
He heard her moans below him. "Ughhhhhhh!" Mr. Cory grabbed her cunt bone and lifted her partially from the bed. He was not happy with her resistance. He expected some, but not as much as he had been given.
"Shut up, bitch! You'll learn to love it! You'll learn to love any, and everything, that I do to you!"
Mr. Cory's evaluation was again quite correct. Moments later, Slade's tongue resumed its reamings of Mr. Cory's rectum. He felt a wave of pleasure move through him as he began to relax with the fruits of his latest abuse of sweet Slade.
"Good bitch! Suck the shit right out!"
His lips puckered and his prick began to throb. His third orgasm of the evening was approaching. It would be a good one!
He lowered his head and for the first time, began to admire Slade's small, yet elegant breasts. His hands moved to them and began to squeeze with a growing hunger.
"You have a nice set of tits, bitch! They aren't big, but they are nice!"
Mr. Cory had to have them. He slowly lowered his erect prick into the small cleavage between them. He pressed his boner onto her chest and squeezed her tits against its firm sides. He began to rock back and forth as he fucked her French style.
"I'll tit fuck you until your tiny belly is white hot from my creamy scum!"
Dear Rick was really getting into his abuse of sweet Slade ... His face contorted into an ugly scowl as he dragged his balls over her neck and jacked himself off with the soft aid of her servile tits.
He began to take short, quick breaths as his orgasm approached. He felt the familiar glow of imminent climax cover his horny, lean body. His body began to shake wildly as he continued his tit fuck, and Slade continued her reamings.
With a few, quick humps he came for the third time. The hot, creamy liquid spread out over Slade's black chest and stomach. He felt her tongue dart further and further into his shit hole as the hot sauce shot out of the slit of his screaming boner. She knew he was coming and wanted desperately to heighten it. Mr. Cory would reciprocate, in time. She knew that. The hot scum flowing over her tits, chest and stomach drove her into a frenzy. She wanted to rub it into her skin until it dried to form a thick, salty coating. She had that feeling inside her throat from her earlier blow job, and inside her rectum from the ass fucking she had received. She loved to have the same feeling on her outer skin. It created an aura of being protected in her now slave-like mind.
But the scum dribbled off her body aimlessly. She felt it on the bed's sheets as she struggled to get her tongue further into Mr. Cory's asshole. His body suddenly stood erect atop of her face. Slade managed to get her tireless tongue completely into him.
"Good bitch! Suck it all! Suck the shit........" The exhaustion of his third orgasm combined with the relentless pleasures on Slade's reaming tongue suddenly got to him.
Mr. Cory, engineer of Slade's sweet bondage, passed out.
Slade felt his full weight relax upon her. She flecked her tongue into his hole a few more times and began to feel the exhaustion that had carried her master off to sleep. Rick slid off of her and she too faded into the blissful repose offered by her sexual fatigue.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was nine o'clock in the morning. The check-out time exodus had begun. The sound of running water, slamming doors and starting car engines roused Rick from his deep sleep. He was still laying atop of his bound, black mistress.
He rubbed his face with his hand as if he thought the act would wipe away the sleep from his mind and body. His cheeks were swollen and his eyes opened reluctantly. Immediately, they focused on Slade's black flesh. Her bounds had held firm throughout the night. Her face was relaxed despite the numbing tension her bondage applied to her tender skin. She was still asleep.
Rick rose from her and went into the bathroom. The previous night's love feast was still fresh in his mind. His fantasies of bondage had become a reality, at last. In the harsh newness of the morning, it didn't seem like such an important breakthrough.
He rubbed his beard as he looked into the mirror and wished that he had brought his shaving kit with him. No matter how clean he actually was, he never felt right unless he was clean shaven. It was like his face had a greasy coating on it that only a sharp blade could wipe away.
His mouth was dry from the wine he had drunk. A cool drink of water didn't help it any.
Rick stepped into the shower and soon a humid cloud of steam filled the bathroom. The mirror fogged up and small droplets of water formed on the silver pipes attached to the toilet.
"Ah, shit!" he stammered as the tiny bar of soap the motel provided slipped from his hands into the swirling, cloudy pool of water at his ankles.
He stopped to look for it. "Where the fuck...."
It was a vain and half-hearted search. Rick satisfied himself with the suds he had managed to lather up and the hot, cleansing water from the nozzle above his head.
A small pool of water formed at his feet when he finally turned off the water and stepped out of the tub. He didn't care. Eighteen bucks was a lot to pay for a room. He figured that he might as well make the help earn their meager salaries.
The room's towels were also meager. With three wipes of each of the two hanging in the bathroom, they were soaked and unusable. Rick walked from the hot room into the larger room, wet and mad.
The sight of Slade gave him a perfect avenue upon which he could release his frustrations.
She lay on her side. Her wrists were still bound behind her and her legs twisted in the confines of the taut, white rope. Her sleep symbolized her complete acceptance of her state. She was a bound bitch open to the abuses of Mr. Cory.
Rick felt his wet prick begin to harden as he looked upon the well of her hip and the way it tapered into her tiny waist. Slade had a magnificent body. It was all his. The thought made his prick stiffen to its complete length.
A hot, morning hump would be a great way to start the day, he thought. He hadn't fucked Slade straight yet, anyway. Now was as good a time as any.
He spit onto the tips of his fingers and moved towards her. He turned her sleeping body onto its back. She continued to sleep. Rick tried to wet her twat enough so that he could enter her as easily as possible. But it proved very difficult. The binding on her ankles worked against him. He decided to release her.
In less than three minutes her legs and arms were free. Rick spread her long, black, elegant legs and prepared to plunge his hot dick into her twat for the first time. Her hair was randomly strewn over her pillow as were her arms. Her lashes began to flicker and she opened her eyes. A broad smile grew across her face. She sensed her freedom and stared warmly into the eyes of her strict, yet just master.
Rick nestled his prick's cap into the folds on her twat. He wasn't smiling.
With one brutal, crashing hump, the entire nine inch length of his thick, hard prick was in her.
His penetration knocked the wind out of poor Slade. Her mouth opened to its absolute fullness and an agonized groan rose from the lowest depths of her throat. "Ugh," she groaned.
All of the minor frustrations that were a part of his rising added to his growing contempt for the bitch that he fucked so brutally. He squeezed her buttocks savagely and bit into her neck. Her weakened flesh was like putty in his hands. He held her lower so he could ram his thickening rod in and out of her hole. She was a black fucking machine, that was all. There was no affection or tenderness in his movements. He was a man who wanted to get off. This bitch would satisfy his needs.
Despite the brute force of his fucking, Slade managed to wrap her thin arms around his back and knot her ankles at his trim waist. Rick's one-hundred and sixty pound frame was evenly spread over his tight, muscular body. Slade rubbed the toned muscles of his upper arms and shoulders. She languished in his fiery masculinity. Without her bonds she was a free woman with the ability to love a man.
But Rick wasn't at all interested in her little needs. He wanted to come. Suddenly, he was off of her. She felt her body swing around on the bed. She lay on her stomach again but this time her legs hung over the edge of the bed.
"Dog style!" was all Mr. Cory said.
"Ahhhhhh!" she screamed as his hot, fucking poker re-entered her twat. From this new position Rick was able to ran his thing even further into her open hole.
The force of his humping drove her knees up and under her torso. Rick grabbed her waist and began to hump with an unrelenting intensity. He felt that old itch in his balls again. The semen within them wanted out, and soon!
Slade's pleasure was again reduced to agony. She began to groan with the rhythmic fury of her master's humping.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
With each hump of his conquering cock another groan of pain would rise from her throat. They grew in volume as Rick neared his climax.
When it finally came, he gave her a vicious, slamming hump. Her body wilted and the cum began to flow. Rick's blasting boner plowed into her with a force only equalled by the shooting clots of cum spurting from his slit.
Dear Slade was overwhelmed. She slid off the back of the bed and hit the floor with a dull thud. There she lay, a crumpled mass of black flesh, vanquished by Rick's still coming prick.
Her mouth opened instinctively, as Rick held his shooting prick over her. She scrambled for the flying clots of scum like a native diving for coins. A droplet hit her cheek and her hand scooped it from her flesh and shoved it into her mouth. Another hit the floor and she moved her face onto it and lapped its sticky whiteness.
The scene repulsed Rick. "You are a black, stinking slut whore!"
Slade looked up at her master with sadness in her eyes. She thought he would like what she was doing. Her tongue moved around her mouth as she relished the salty taste of her master's scum. His once proud prick now lay limply against his hairy leg. A droplet of cooling semen dangled from it. If she could only get it into her mouth. She went for it like a horny bitch. She didn't see Rick's foot.
He rested it squarely against her shoulder and shoved her onto her back.
He moved away from her towards his clothes. Over his shoulder he ordered her to be dressed in ten minutes.
Nine minutes later, she stood by the room's door with bag in hand and head lowered. Rick brushed past her, swung open the door and walked into the morning light. Slade followed meekly.
She couldn't understand why he was mad at her. She had followed his every order. What she failed to see however, was that was the precise reason for his contempt. She was so damned obedient! It added fodder to his lust for discipline. His serverity with her could only increase. He wanted to test the very limits of his hold upon her. She had fallen under his tutelage with an infuriating docility.
Slade dared not say a word during the ride back to the parking lot of the Launch Pad. Last night seemed like ages ago to her. This stranger walked right into her life, made shambles of what she once was and then rearranged her to conform to his own wishes. She would follow his bidding to the letter. She had heard of the strange hold some men could exercise over some women, but she had never seen herself as one of those women, nor Rick as one of those men.
Rick looked her over after he had parked his car. He had plans for her.
"Give me your telephone number. I will call you this week."
Slade nervously searched her pocketbook for a pencil and a piece of paper. She scribbled her number down on a matchbook and held it nervously toward Rick. He snatched it away from her and ordered her out of the car.
A cloud of dust and gravel spun up into her face as he sped away. At that moment, she realized that she knew nothing about her master. His name was Rick. She was to call him "Mr. Cory," and he would telephone her that week. She feared that she would go absolutely insane if she didn't hear from him again. She strained her eyes to make out the numbers on his car. If he didn't call maybe she could trace him by his license plate number. It was too late. His car was too far away from her. If he didn't call, she would never see him again. He had to call! He must call!
When Rick's car faded completely from view, Slade stared at the empty highway. It was like he had taken something very precious from her and threatened never to give it back.
She walked listlessly to her car and drove to her apartment. It was in one of the town's best buildings, but it still looked run down.
For the remainder of the weekend she paced its floors. When fatigue took hold of her, she lay down on the bed and masturbated herself to sleep. Rick had given her a fever that only he had the antidote for. She sighed, sucked her teeth and shook her head from side to side. She had it bad! She couldn't sleep.
Sometime during Sunday night however, she managed to fall off into a troubled doze. It soon turned to a deep sleep.
She woke Monday morning. Immediately, she sensed that something was wrong. It was ten o'clock. She had overslept three hours.
So began the worst week of Nurse Sharon
"Slade" Bownes' young life. Her immediate supervisor, Nurse Fulcher, laced into her for the slightest infraction. The feeble, old people she serviced depressed her more and more. By Friday she was a nervous wreck. Rick hadn't called. She craved his strong discipline, his keen awareness of her needs and most importantly, his hard, thick prick.
Fifty miles north Mr. Cory executed his duties with an offhanded ease. His lessons were clear and concise. His students were attentive, prepared and well behaved. None of them gave him a hard time. His severe, impersonal manner stole the fire from the most obnoxious adolescent.
Thursday morning, as he was preparing to leave for school, he thought of Slade. The weekend was almost upon him. He'd certainly enjoy abusing his sweet, black angel again. Rick paused by the phone. He considered calling and setting up a meeting. But he dismissed the thought with a sadistic laugh. He'd keep dear Slade in the dark until the following afternoon. He'd make her grovel at the phone in silent misery.
He walked through the halls of Endover High with an air of proud efficiency. His confident stride was suddenly broken when the school's principal called him into his office and informed him that he was to moderate the school dance on the the following evening.
He protested. "But Mr. Hastings, I have plans for the weekend."
They went unheeded. "I'm sorry, Richard, Williams had a death in his family and he was called out of town. You are the only teacher I have enough confidence in to keep the kids in line."
Principal Hastings was smart. He knew this approach would work. One of his own private maxims was, 'The way to a teacher's heart, is through his ego."
Rick was no exception.
He agreed to moderate the dance. "If you put it that way sir, I guess I can't say no."
Mr. Hastings rose from behind his desk, slapped Rick on the back and escourted him to the door. "Fine Richard! Fine! Be here at seven-thirty. We don't want anyone sneaking into the gymnasium before the dance begins. Have a good day now. Oh, and by the way, don't be too hard on them! Ha, ha!"
Rick frowned after he left the principal's office. 'That old bastard," he whispered to himself. "I should have told him I had a death in my family too!"
The rest of the day went smoothly. He particularly enjoyed his eighth period class. Beautiful, virginal Elaine Carter was unprepared again. Rick enjoyed humiliating her in front of her peers.
"Tsk, tsk! Unprepared again, Elaine?" he said sarcastically, as he stood over her desk. His corduroy sports jacket hid his huge boner as he looked down the front of her tight sweater. She had huge tits for a seventeen-year-old.
"I didn't, I mean I had to," stammered pathetic Elaine.
Her flimsy excuses were drowned in a swell of cruel laughter from the class. Rick could reduce a roomful of kids into a mindless gang that would pounce on any one of their number at his bidding. They became the instrument of his cruelty.
Mr. Cory backed away from Elaine's desk and moved to the front of the room.
"What we have just witnessed, Ladies and Gentlemen, was a scholar who has erred from her duty."
His biting sarcasm cut into young Elaine like a knife. She lowered her head in shame and felt a deep hatred for Mr. Cory and an even deeper contempt for herself.
Mr. Cory arrived to Endover High at seven-thirty sharp on the following evening. He was never late for anything and had little impatience for those who were.
It was kind of odd being in the large, brick building at night. The only other times he felt the same thing was during Parent-Teachers Night. But on those occasions he was usually too busy to fully appreciate the darkened quietness of the school's halls. He enjoyed walking along its marble floor and hearing only the sound of his own feet.
At seven-forty-five, the first students began to arrive for the dance. The Student Activity Committee had organized the whole thing Rick's function was to act as an overseer. If anything got out of hand, he would become the heavy. It was really a very easy job. Most of the kids in Endover High were decent and kept their fucking and pot smoking at a low profile.
Rick stood behind the students working at the entrance to the building. The gay adolescents all looked at Mr. Cory before they moved down the hall and into the gymnasium. His austere presence told them to keep cool. It had a proper sobering effect.
Rick's eyes lit up when he saw Elaine Carter walk up the stairs towards the admission table. She was looking through her small, beaded bag for her Student Identification Card. She seemed happy and relaxed. She also looked foxy as hell!
Rick had never seen her like that. When she was seated in his class she was quiet and conservative. She certainly didn't look that way at that moment.
Her thick blonde hair stood out from her demure head. It was composed of huge, golden curls. Her face was completely circled by it as it rolled onto her shoulders and cascaded down her chest.
She wore a variety of creams, powders and lotions on her face that made her look three years older than she was, and positively smashing. Her rich blue eyes were surrounded by a thick, black line and long, flashing lashes. Her cheekbones looked higher than usual and her red, full lips looked wet and delicious.
The skin of her neck was exposed subtlely. When she turned her head her flowing hair would reveal its creamy beauty. A cloudy blue stone hung there and moved against the skin of her upper chest.
Elaine wore a striking and colorful silk blouse. It was trimly tailored and clearly defined her fine, trim young figure. Her huge breasts pulled at the white buttons. They stood high and firm despite their large size. Her flowering youth was responsible for that.
The fabric of her blouse clung to the skin of her abdomen and tightly cinched at her waist. It was if the blouse had been tailored specifically for her body.
She wore powder blue, brushed cotton slacks. They too hugged her young body with elegant snugness. Her hips swelled out from their sides and finally stopped curving at her soft, round knees. The slacks were neatly pressed and almost hid the open, platform shoes she wore. Her toes were painted a dark red and were quite small.
Young Elaine was a poor student in Science. But, tonight, she was all woman.
As she breezed into the hall she noticed Mr. Cory. He felt a bit hurt when she cowered at his sight.
"Good evening, Mr. Cory," she said respectfully.
Rick reciprocated. "And a good evening to you, dear."
She walked past him rigidly. The further away from him she got the more relaxed and free her strides became. Rick watched her firm, high buttocks begin to sway as she neared the entrance to the school's gymnasium. He envied the student who was balling her, whoever it might be.
Rick played a little game with himself. It concerned the girls of his class. He was sure certain ones were getting fucked. There was something about their demeanor that gave it away. They seemed to toy with the awkward, hot, young boys that looked at them. They, for the most part, were not slutty. But they were certainly aware of the power of the feminine mystique.
Rick had decided weeks earlier that Elaine was one of these girls. His eyes riveted upon her young buttocks as they turned towards the gymnasium's entrance. He would love to get into that little bitch's pants.
But Mr. Cory had to keep cool and detached. His lecherous ways would have to be kept outside of Endover. He had too much at stake. His department chairman was nearing the age of retirement and he had heard that he had been considered for the job.
That would mean a whopping raise and a hell of a lot more prestige. He was too ambitious to risk that for some young cunt. He could fuck around all he wanted to, outside of Endover. But within its town limits, he had to be beyond reproach. It was one of his profession's shortcomings. But he didn't mind. It didn't interfere with his sex life.
The dance proved to be quite a dull affair. The gym was about half full and the band played half-heartedly. Many of the girls had to dance with each other as the boys bunched up together to smoke cigarettes and jostle one another.
Mr. Cory moved around the gym slowly. He was keeping an eye on things. One of these "things" happened to be the sweet little butts of the teenaged girls. He groaned to himself after he had spied a particularly attractive one. He thought of Slade's high, Negro ass and remembered how good it felt when he had rammed hit hot prick right up its hole. He'd give her a call the following morning.
About ten o'clock the crowd began to thin out. He chose that moment to take a quick breath. The noise of the band had given him a crushing headache. He had to find a place where it was quiet.
He retreated upstairs to the quiet stillness of the Science Lab. The moon shone fully into the large, test tube filled room as he leaned on a window sill and took long, full drags on his cigarette.
He perked up suddenly when he began to hear strange noises coming from the adjoining lab. A large, plate glass window separated the two rooms enabling him to see clearly into the room from which the strange sounds emanated.
The light flashed on and he saw three figures moving about. It was a girl and two boys. He dropped his cigarette to the floor, extinguished it with his heel. From the protective darkness of his position he looked closer at the scenario unfolding in the other lab.
He didn't know either of the boys but they did look familiar. They frequently cut classes, hung out in the halls and harassed some of the school's weaker teachers. The girl had her back to him. She wore a colorful, tight fitting blouse and powder blue slacks. Her blonde whirled about her as she turned. It was Elaine Carter!
Instinctively, Mr. Cory moved to the door separating the rooms. There were to be no students anywhere in the building other than the gymnasium. He paused briefly as he got near the door. They were up to something in there. He decided to watch and see.
The two boys moved closer towards Elaine. They began to squeeze her tits and pull at her clothes. She wasn't resisting. In fact, she seemed to encourage the horny teens on.
She giggled and pushed the boys away. As she did so, she began to unbutton her blouse. The boys began to open the snaps of their tight fitting jeans.
Rick was about to witness an orgy!
The two boys pulled their pants down over their buttocks and lifted their pricks from their white briefs. Elaine's blouse was completely open now and Rick gazed at the blue laced bra that bound her large, fleshy tits in place.
The boys moved towards her. Her hands reached out and grabbed hold of each of the boys' large, hard boners. They kissed at her neck and shoulders and pushed her blouse away from her young flesh as she began to stroke both cocks. One of the boys clasped his hand right onto her grinding pussy. All that separated its golden bush from his grasp were the tailored slacks she wore. The boys' other hand feverishly reached for the small, silver snap at the top of them. He wanted her young pussy badly.
His desires were temporarily stilted as "his colleague began to force Elaine onto her knees. Her blond curls slowly descended to the tips of the boys' seething pricks She opened her mouth and firmly pulled one of them into it. She sucked with a remarkable fury while her other hand pumped and squeezed the other boy's boner.
Less than a minute later, she reversed the process and began to suck the other boy's pink cock. She worked hard as her hot, young passion powered her hand and mouth.
Rick's own prick had risen to its full length as he watched the three hot teens engage in their illicit sex. He longed to be one of those boys.
His longings quickly turned into a hot craving. One of the boys managed to open Elaine's slacks and was stooping over in order to force the tightly fitting fabric over her full, lovely buttocks. As her head bobbed up and down on the other's prick, he succeeded. Her panties were deep blue and barely hid the soft flesh of her young ass cheeks. His hand slid into her panties and began to squeeze at the flushing flesh. Young Elaine was getting hot as hell. So were the boys.
The boy at work stripping Elaine lifted her hand from his prick and moved to her rear. Rick thought he heard him say something to his friend. The boy getting his prick sucked grabbed Elaine's huge tits and lifted her from her knees. At the same moment, the boy at her rear pulled down her tight panties.
Rick almost came in his pants when he saw her red, apple round ass cheeks, high, erect and ready. Her hands cupped at the balls of the prick she sucked while the boy at her rear rammed his index into her asshole.
Suddenly, she burst away from both of them. Rick thought that she was going to run out of the room and down the hall. But he was very wrong.
She wiped her wet face with the back of her hands and stared at both boys. Her hands forced her slacks down past her thighs and she shimmied her saucy, young body as the fabric fell silently around her ankles. She stepped out of them and immediately returned to her cock sucking. Her ass cheeks faced the other boy's growling boner, unencumbered by her slacks.
His finger slid back into her asshole. At first, Rick saw her jump, but seconds later she grinded that beautiful ass on the boy's hand while she sucked at the very root of the other's prick. Her driving passion was almost too much for them. She wanted them with as much of a hot passion as they wanted her.
The boy at her rear moved his prick next to her beautiful, perfect ass cheeks. His crotch straddled her hind quarters and he positioned his very large prick at the entrance to her anus.
The three of them slammed against a large lab table as he rammed his prick's full length into her rectum. The intensity of his humpings could only be matched by the fury in which she sucked at the other boy's cock.
He crumbled to the floor with Elaine's bulging cheeks blowing hard on his prick and the other boy riding her asshole with his.
Rick couldn't believe what he was looking at. He unzipped his own trousers and lifted his bulging boner from his black slacks.
He was suddenly a voyeur! He whacked at his root as he witnessed the hot teens groan and hump in a sea of their own sensuality.
The three youths did not seem to enjoy their efforts. Their faces were twisted and contorted as their hot young passions drove them on like a cruel master. A gut crushing orgasm would be their only method of relief.
It came suddenly.
They began to shudder in a freaky kind of unison. The boy getting his cock .sucked had his back resting against the room's wooden wall as he lay on the floor. Rick saw him begin to take short, quick, gasping breaths. His lips tensed and he grabbed viciously at the top of Elaine's bobbing head. He suddenly began to thrust his pelvis up at her. He was coming.
Rick moved his face right up to glass. He saw Elaine's eyes bulging at their sockets as her throat made frenzied swallowing motions. At the corners of her lips a thick white cream began to form. The teen's hot load of cum was flowing too fast. She couldn't swallow all of it. It began to dribble down over her chin as she gobbled on the cock in the heat of spasmodic climax.
The boy at her rear was coming simultaneously. His body seemed to be in the strong clutches of an invisible being as it darted from side to side as his hot semen shot from his prick.
Rick couldn't see it flow wildly into Elaine's asshole. But he could see her reaction. She lifted her body as high as she could to feel the full power of her ass fucker's hot sauce.
Her body would sway from side to side and then abruptly jump. Each bolt of the hot cum flowing into her was like a bolt of lightning.
Seconds later it was over. The three youths rose up from the floor like tired football players after an important play.
As they dressed, combed their hair and generally got themselves together, Rick's stunned face filled with disgust.
"Amoral bastards," he whispered bitterly. He was unable to admit that what he felt was not contempt but envy. He wished he had been a part of the scene himself.
The thing that separated him from the hot kids was the freedom in which they indulged in their fucking. He had come to accept a large amount of guilt with every sexual act. Maybe that was why he got off so much on abusing women. Perhaps he was punishing them for filling him with such guilt.
He came as he gazed upon lovely Elaine pulling her slacks up over her perfect buttocks. As his own semen began to squirt onto the room's dark floor, he noticed a glistening clot of scum shine from the inner thigh of his student. She had been ass fucked righteously and had obviously loved it. As his cum shot from his whacked off boner he only wished that the droplet hanging near her sweet, tiny asshole was his.
He made up his fevered mind at that moment that it soon would be.
CHAPTER FIVE
As the three hot teens left the adjoining lab, one of them flicked off the lights. Rick was cast into complete darkness once more. He walked slowly over to the wash basin and pulled a harsh, brown, paper towel from the white enamel case above it. As he wiped off his semen soaked prick, he wondered how he would approach Elaine.
He had plans for the fucky little bitch!
A few minutes later, he was back in the gymnasium cruising its outer perifery. His arms were folded across his chest and he walked with a slow authority.
It was beginning to get late and many of the younger teens were leaving. His sharp eyes scanned the place looking for Elaine. They found her sitting in the corner with two of her friends. She was engaged in a very animated discussion that was interspersed with wild laughter.
Rick was sure what they were talking about. When he was finished with her, she would not talk to anyone. He was not going to play. His discipline and new found lust for bondage would break her hot, fiery little spirit. She would learn to follow orders in bed as well as she did in class. Only he would give her special individualized attention.
He walked past the huddling girls with a detached, disinterested air. He would have loved to hear Elaine describe how one of her young lovers rammed his prick into her ass. He couldn't get over the absolute wantonness of her act.
The boys who had mouth and ass fucked her were no where to be seen.
About a half-hour later, the band finished their last number. Mr. Cory inserted his special key into the wall socket and turned the gymnasium lights on. The dance was over.
He moved back to the original place he stood at when the evening had begun. He was watching for Elaine.
He felt a grinding sensation in his crotch when he spotted her. She walked with the same two girls she had spoke and laughed with earlier in the protective darkness of the gymnasium.
Rick saw how her manner and gait changed as she neared him. Elaine was terrified of Mr. Cory.
The three girls were silent as they began to move past Rick. His arms were folded and he felt like a judge. Elaine's ass looked as delicious as it did when he had first spotted her earlier that evening.
Mr. Cory cleared his throat before he spoke.
"Miss Carter," he said directly. "I'd like to speak with you for a moment."
Her friends looked at her and then up at Rick. Elaine nodded her assent and her two friends moved away.
Mr. Cory began to walk down an empty, but well lit hallway.
He turned, leaned against its wall and waited until Elaine reached him.
She looked up at him with apprehension. She had no idea as to what he wanted.
He looked directly into her eyes as he
. spoke.
"I was upstairs before," he said.
Elaine was confused. "Upstairs?" she asked.
"I don't think I'm making myself clear," he said matter of factly. "I was in the Science Lab."
Suddenly Elaine understood what he meant.
"Oh God!" she whispered fearfully as her open hands covered her open mouth.
She was being tried by an evil judge. "I saw ... everything," Rick said coldly.
Elaine felt like she was going to get sick. She knew she shouldn't have gone upstairs with those two boys. They could have accomplished the same purposes in the back seat of one of their cars. Why did they have to do it in school!
"Oh please Mr. Cory! They made me do it! I swear! I didn't want to! They made me!" Poor, horny Elaine began to sob bitterly. "Please don't tell my parents! They'll just kill me! Pleaseeeeeeeee!"
Her body fell against the cold, cement wall. She was crushed. Her shame made her feel like an empty shell of a person. If Mr. Cory were to expose her it would be worse!
Rick's scheme began to unfold. He placed his large, bony hand on Elaine's limp, shivering shoulder. He spoke to her in a strange, yet compassionate voice.
"Your secret is safe with me. There is no need to worry, Elaine."
Elaine's face suddenly came to life. Her life had been destroyed and repaired in less than a minute. She would be eternally grateful to Mr. Cory.
Through her sobs she managed to speak. "Oh thank you, Mr. Cory. Thank you so much!"
Rick suddenly became very candid. "You just confine your fucking and sucking to other areas, you hear?"
Elaine recoiled as Mr. Cory spoke. It seemed incredible that a teacher would use such terms with a student. But he only spoke the truth.
"Yessir. I will." Elaine began to move away from Mr. Cory. He wasn't through with her yet.
"There's just one thing I'll ask in return, Elaine."
She looked up at him with keen attention. She'd do anything to keep from being exposed.
"Yes, Mr. Cory?" she replied quizzically.
He began to unfold his plan.
"I'm conducting a kind of experiment tomorrow night. I'd like you to take part in it. Meet me in the parking lot behind school around seven o'clock tomorrow night. I'll be waiting for you."
"Yessir," she replied immediately.
She was quite sure that he was done with her and she started to walk away. She was wrong.
"One more thing, Elaine. Make arrangements enabling you to stay out late tomorrow night. And don't tell anyone where you are going."
She nodded an affirmation to his final instructions and disappeared around the corner of the hall.
His eyes looked at the space he last saw her.
"Tomorrow night," he said to himself. "We'll have an experiment, alright!"
As soon as he got home he called Slade. The phone rang only once.
"Hello?" the voice asked hopefully.
"This is Mr. Cory," he began firmly. "Listen to my instructions carefully. They will not be repeated."
Her prayers had been answered. A broad smile broke across her face as she breathed a deep sigh of relief. He had finally called!
"Yes, Mr. Cory," she replied obediently. There wouldn't be one thing that her master could get angry with her about. She would be a perfect order follower.
"Get the same room at the same motel we stayed in last week. Book it for tomorrow night. Be there at eight o'clock."
"Yes, Mr. Cory." Slade was getting hot. Her teacher was so wonderfully strict. It gave her life purpose. He continued.
"Tomorrow you have some shopping to do. First, buy two, twenty foot lengths of the rope I used last week. Then you have to go to the lingerie shop and buy the following items: a sheer white strapless negligee for a voluptuous girl around five feet in height, the tightest corset you can fit into, a pair of fish net stockings, a garter belt and tight arm length black velvet gloves. Those last items will all be for you."
"Yes, Mr. Cory," she answered.
"Then you have to go to the town's leather shop. I saw one on Main Street last week. When you get there, I want you to buy a pair of the highest heeled, black leather boots they have in stock. I also want you to purchase a whip. I saw a nice six foot one hanging in the window when I drove past."
"Yes, Mr. Cory. Will there be anything else?" Slade was doing her twisted best to be a good slave. She felt her young pussy churn as she went over the list she had scribbled down.
"Now," Rick said. "Be there with the stuff I told about. And be on time!"
He hung up.
Slade was overjoyed. She'd see her master in less than twenty-four hours. Already she felt the sensual, harsh cord binding her body to her love bed. She fell onto her couch and masturbated.
As she writhed about her bed racked by the force of a powerful, self-inflicted orgasm, young Elaine Carter stared at the ceiling from hers. Her dark blue eyes sparkled in the darkness. She wondered what kind of experiment Mr. Cory had in mind and the extent of her involvement in it.
At the exact same moment the prime mover of the upcoming triad paged through his favorite pornographic magazine. "Advanced Bondage" filled his head with ideas and twisted thoughts. Sade and Elaine were both in from some surprises!
The following day passed slowly for all three of them. Slade anticipated the sharp pleasures of strict discipline, Elaine imagined some kind of behavioral modification experiment and Rick planned a little bit of both.
At precisely seven o'clock, Rick's Volvo slowly entered the parking lot. Elaine had walked from her home and leaned against the wall. She bolted towards Mr. Cory's car the second she saw it. Its passenger door swung open, she hopped in and the vehicle sped away.
Five minutes later, Rick's car moved quietly down a darkened, tree-lined block. He parked and turned off the engine. For a moment, he sat silently behind the steering wheel.
Elaine finally summoned the nerve to ask what was going on.
"What are we doing?" she asked meekly.
"You'll find out," Rick answered as he reached over the front seat of the car and picked up a wet washcloth neatly lying on a small, tea saucer.
He moved with a sudden speed. The washcloth slapped against Elaine's perplexed face and she began to struggle. Seconds later, her entire body relaxed. She was unconscious. Mr. Cory was taking no chances. He had chloroformed her!
As her body rested listlessly against the car door, he started up its finely turned engine and headed towards Interstate 498. He was southbound.
Twenty minutes later, he steered his automobile off the highway and cruised down the streets of Barton. His motel rendevous point was coming up on his right. Rick slowed down as he pulled off the road onto the smooth blacktop that surrounded the motel. His car squeaked to a halt as its wheels gently hit the concrete barrier outside of the appointed room.
Elaine was still unconscious.
Before Rick got out of the car he looked around him. It was dark and quiet. The Friday night humping crowd hadn't arrived yet.
He got out of the car and moved around to its other side. As he opened its door, Elaine started to sprawl out. He caught her with his open palm and propper her up. He groaned as he cupped his hands under her shoulders.
With a series of quick, jerking movements, he dragged her from the car towards the room's red door. He kicked at it violently as his head darted from side to side. He must not be seen!
The door immediately opened and seconds later Elaine lay quietly on the room's large, double bed.
Rick collapsed into the room's only chair. "Whew! That little bitch is heavy!"
He hadn't even noticed Slade. But when she walked towards him with a large, ice-cube filled glass of scotch he sure did. He bolted up erect in his seat and his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.
There stood Slade, in full regalia!
As she stooped down to hand her master his drink, stunned Rick gorged himself on her whore-like appearance.
She had followed his instructions to the letter. She wore a shining pair of thigh high, black leather boots. The material was cut at her knee to permit her to move freely about. Her tiny feet Tested in their sharp, pointed tips. The stiletto heels must have been incredibly strong. They couldn't have been more than a half inch thick at their widest point. Yet they propped Slade's lean, statuesque body high and proud. She moved about on them as if they were stilts.
The leather glistened in its soft newness. Where the leather finally ended, her fish net stockings began. They hugged tightly to her trim, black thighs. Her skin was firm and tight. Its rich brownness moved behind the open triangles of the stocking's wide pattern.
Rick's eyes moved slowly from her thighs and stopped at the inch wide, stretching strips that hung from the black garter belt that cinched painfully tight at her waist. Rick's cock grew harder than it had ever been before as his bulging eyes feasted on the strip of hot, black flesh exposed between the teasing veil of her skin tight panties and her slut-like stockings. He clenched his teeth as the wild animal of his sexuality crashed against the bars on his intense inner discipline.
He would have all of the fucky bitch, in time. For the moment though he would indulge in the visual pleasures offered by her fantastic costume of servile domination.
Her panties were black and made his balls smolder. He could see her triangular growth of pubic hair. Her cunt bone jutted from the laced fabric in naive submission. It was all his for the taking!
He gulped at the drink she had given him as he tontinued his inspection. The strips of cloth attached to her garter belt swelled over her luscious thighs in a clear sensual harmony with her young flesh.
Her stomach was firm and small. It rested snugly beneath her heaving chest and above her enraging pussy.
Rick's mouth began to water. The cool liquor flowing down his throat offered no relief to the gripping lust that had seized him.
The bra she wore appeared a full, two sizes too small for her. It pinched at her skin painfully propping her elegant breasts high and ready. They seemed to beckon Rick's harsh discipline. Their very softness seemed crushed by the squeezing fabric of the bursting bra she had managed to lash on them.
Her shoulders were soft, bare and beautifully ebony in color. Rick moved his eyes down the length of her arms. They were supremely slender and dangled next to her dressed pussy.
He finally lifted his eyes to her face. Her hair was perfect. Large blue-black curls swirled about her head and came to rest just above her shoulders. Her eyes were as round as silver dollars and were centered by dark blackballs that looked at him in nervous attention.
Her lips were a dark red and shined in an inviting wetness. The cheeks that rose above them seemed thin and poised. A faint tint of green had been somehow placed under the lashes that whirled about her face.
She tilted her head to the side and smiled at the man responsible for it all.
"Do you like it?" she asked lightly.
Rick was speechless. She began to turn around slowly as she put on a pair of elbow length black, velvet gloves. A fiery blast of fuck sauce shot from his jean bound prick as he gazed upon Slade's gorgeous ass clearly out-lined behind the sheer fabric of her tiny, tight panties.
He suddenly felt angry. He wanted to jump up, punch Slade to the floor and rape and hurt her until she was a dump hulk of torn and frayed, fucked out meat. He wanted to suffocate her with his thick, ramming mouth-fucking cock. He wanted to tear a five inch hole into her asshole and plow the inner fields of her flesh with a twisting vengeance.
But icy Mr. Cory was the master of his flesh. All of his most dark desires would find fruition, in time.
"You scum sucking bitch! You look like some two-bit, street walking hag! You look like shit!"
His face began to redden as his teeth were exposed by a macabre smile.
Slade was crushed. She had slaved for hours to look like the most titillating woman her master had ever laid eyes on. Did she really look like all these terrible things?
"Bring me the rope, cunt!" Rick ordered.
In a flurry of black lace and lean, young flesh, Slade rushed to the room's dresser and opened its top drawer. She returned to her master and offered the new, white rope to him meekly.
Rick laughed cruelly as he reached into his pocket for his small knife. He ripped the rope's clear plastic cover away from it, quickly measured approximately two feet of it and cut.
"Get on the floor slut and lift your ankles up to me!"
Slade fell to the floor like a fearful child. Tears of anguish began to flow from her feminine eyes as the muscles in her neck tensed from the strain of lifting her ankles up to wear Rick sat.
He slapped them to the side and Slade rolled over onto her stomach. She felt his heel press against her buttock and give her a fierce shove. She rolled across the room and slammed against the dresser drawer.
"Ahh!" she moaned as a sharp pain rose from the point of impact. But something strange happened. As the guttural moan left her open throat, she felt a hot flash of horny pleasure from the lowest depths of her crotch.
She began to grovel in a sick enjoyment of her abuse and degradation. Mr. Cory was a master of strict discipline! He was so good to her!
Slade's mouth opened, her tongue slipped out and she quickly crawled towards the foot that had just shoved her so brutally.
"Ha, ha! You see, cunt? You love it all! You sick, twisted bitch! You love every bit of it! I should piss on you! You would really get off on that, wouldn't you?"
She panted at his feet like a stupid, lap dog. Rolling over onto her back, she lifted her booted ankles up to him again. This time they were pressed firmly against one another.
Rick tied a fast loop knot and slipped over her right ankle. He then tied a tight knot around the other one. He left about twelve inches between them. He was going to play with Slade for awhile!
"Now get up, bitch! Get up and walk around the room!"
Slade scrambled to her feet and quickly stumbled back onto the floor. It was impossible to walk freely the way he had tied her. But she could move about the room if she tried very hard. She'd try! She'd try as hard as she could to please her master!
She pulled herself to her feet by clutching at the corners of the cheap, pine dresser against the wall. She would jerk along on her black booted feet for a few feet and then she would fall right back down again.
Rick laughed heartily. "What's the matter bitch? You haven't been drinking, have you? Get up and walk!"
It was the way she walked that pleased and turned on Rick the most. Her bondage seemed to give added hardness to his prick. Her buttocks would shake violently as she struggled around. The fact that her legs could not move freely beneath her seemed to make her ass, thighs and twat more appealing and more vulnerable. She would gasp for air and squeal weakly every time she fell to the floor. But she would not relent. As many times as she fell, she would somehow raise herself up again. It exhausted her.
Minutes later she stood in abject humiliation in front of her master. She sobbed as her head hung limply against her beautiful chest.
"I can't do it anymore! Please don't make me do it anymore!"
Rick looked at her. The leather at her knee caps was scuffed and dirty. He decided that she would do it for a little longer. He would add a cruel twist to heighten his pleasure.
With two quick jerks, he pulled down the protective coverings of her boots from her tender knees. He stood up clasped his hand around the back of her neck and threw her down on her stocking knees.
Her body shook as the sharp pain from her legs rose up and raced throughout her body.
"Now get up and walk!" he ordered. He knew she wouldn't be able to. But she tried as well as her abused body would permit.
But every time she fell to her knees the pain grew more intense.
In a few short minutes, two large holes appeared in the stockings at her kneecaps. Her knees were swollen and bruised. She had been primed righteously!
Rick looked over at the bed. Young, unconscious Elaine was beginning to stir. He must hurry!
Quickly, he removed Slade's ankle bonds and lifted her to her feet. She would be his agent of dark fortune.
"Where's the white negligee I told you to buy?" he raged.
With a full freedom of movement now, Slade returned to the dresser drawer. She was in pain but dared not express it. She loved her discipline but feared her master's excesses. She walked a taut rope over awesome misery and ecstatic pleasure. She was going to be careful.
Rick surveyed Elaine's resting body. Slade watched as he began to cut long strips of rope from the length she had given him earlier.
"Now, bitch! Get on the bed and strip the young cunt!"
Slade rushed to the task. The springs of the large bed strained as she moved about the bed. Elaine was beginning to wake up as Slade lifted her blue turtle neck over her long, blonde hair. Elaine's huge fleshy tits bounced. Rick's black stripper moved down Elaine's young body. Slade's nervous fingers quickly unsnapped the tight clasp at the top of her jeans. They clutched the top of the fabric and pulled the pants down over the teen's thighs. Seconds later, Elaine's large, yet perfectly proportioned body lay naked except for a bursting red bra and tight, red panties.
Slade looked up at Rick for some kind of sign.
"Finish it up, you stupid slut!"
Slade promptly returned to her work and in less than a minute, Elaine's total nakedness filled the room.
Her hair was knotted about her young, cherubic face. Her tits rested against each other as her soft shoulder gently pressed into the firm mattress. Her huge hips sloped down sharply and came to rest at the sharp center of her tiny waist. Her pubic hairs nestled at her crotch as if they were shy sans the protective covering of her panties.
Rick exhaled deeply as he threw the cut strips of rope randomly at his black servant. Elaine had suddenly been the center of his thoughts and Slade hated her for it.
Her hate turned into a murderous rage as she watched her master lift the red bandana he had used to tie her up with, from his back pocket. He dropped it on the bed, inches from Elaine's tiny, white feet.
He spoke in silent, serious tones. "Alright Slade. Go to work. Do a good job!"
Slade leaned over the bed. She knew what to do. Rick began to undress.
CHAPTER SIX
Elaine would be a sacrificial lamb for the twisted furies that heated Rick's thoughts.
Slade prepared her. Slowly and methodically she lifted the top of Elaine's limp torso and slipped the white negligee over her arms and head. Its sheer fabric caressed the young girl with an elegant softness.
Rick's black mistress spread the material evenly over the teen's flesh and the bed's ruffled sheets. Elaine was properly attired for bondage.
Slade first tied the strips of rope around her wrists. The other end of these strips were quickly knotted around the corner posts of the bed's headboard. She then moved to the other side of the bed and firmly wrapped and tied the other two strips of rope Rick had cut, to her ankles. The ends of these lengths were pulled tight and tied to the two posts that rose from the lower portion of the bed.
Slade hesitated when she picked up the red bandana that was to gag Elaine. She looked up towards Rick. She felt betrayed. Slade had come to believe in the total exclusivity of her strange relationship with Rick. Suddenly she knew it was untrue.
She lowered her eyes and clutched the bandana. He wouldn't have her gag this stupid, young cunt with the cloth that had covered her mouth.
Rick was beginning to grow impatient. He knew that the amount of chloroform he had used on Elaine would not be enough to keep her unconscious much longer.
"Well?" he asked. "Finish!"
Slade dismissed her feelings of rejection and wrapped the twisted red cloth tightly over Elaine's open lips and knotted it at the base of the girl's skull.
Rick rubbed his hands together. His feast was about to begin! He looked upon Elaine. She was laying on her back, spread eagled on the bed. Her huge tits stood erect. They were like two swelling growths preaned for the pleasures of the male of the species.
He looked at her hair. It covered the entire pillow on which rested her head. Her face was relaxed despite the growing pressures exerted by her. bonds. Her stomach curved seductively under the delicate, white fabric of the negligee. Rick's rock hard prick began to move as he observed the flesh slope down to the promising mysteries of her young crotch. He would fuck that bitch raw!
But he'd something to do before that. Slade would be an intergral force in this scenario.
Rick had noticed the growing hate on Slade's face. He knew how she felt about Elaine. Her detailed and provocative make-up highlighted the expressiveness of her ebony face. The expression of jealousy was evident to Rick. He knew that Slade looked upon Elaine as a dangerous threat to her own dark and sensual need for bondage and discipline. He knew that Slade secretively craved to be the one on the bed.
He would channel her strong emotions into action. She would act out her hatred as a pawn in Rick's strange game.
He smirked as he watched Slade look at the bound girl on the bed.
"So! The bitch is hot and ready! You did a good job Slade! I must commend you. That will be all. Get dressed and go home."
Slade was crushed. "Go home?" she asked patheticallly. "Why?"
Rick jumped to his feet. "I told you something!" He grabbed Slade's cheeks and squeezed her face until her lips puckered out freakishly. "I also told you never to ask questions!"
He shoved her against the wall. She began to sob as she slid to the floor.
"Oh shit!" she said in sobbing anguish. "I need you! Please don't do this to me!"
Rick's plan moved on. "What do you mean, bitch? I'm not doing anything to you!" he pointed to Elaine on the bed.
"She's the one that's doing it! She's the one to blame."
Rick giggled to himself. His cruel act of manipulation was working perfectly. He could see the hate in Slade's streaking eyes. His cock spurt a small clot of cum as he saw the rage growing on Slade's face.
.'That fuckin' little slut ain't gonna take you away from me!" she spat from her tensed lips. Her face began to quiver as the rage in her heart invaded every fiber of her taut body.
She began to rise to her feet. All she needed was a little more plodding and the fires raging within her would issue forth in crazed action.
Rick had to channel it very carefully.
He began to speak to Slade.
"She's bound and ready for my cock, Slade! Why don't you give her a surprise. Why don't you get the little bitch off so I don't have to. Then I'll take care of you."
The invitation was the answer to Slade's hopes and new strange needs. She began to move towards the bed like some strange lurking cat. Her knees were shining with bruises, her hair was in disarray and her make-up had been smeared from her tears. She was a driven bitch, hell bent for vengeance and her own eventual sexual gratification. At that very moment, Elaine's eyes flickered and opened.
Terror struck her. Bound to a strange bed and dressed in a white negligee, her eyes recoiled from the sight of Slade's frenzied approach. She tried to scream but couldn't. She thrashed about and shook her head from side to side. Fear gripped her with a violent fury.
Suddenly, she saw Mr. Cory. He stood nakedly and shouted to Slade. He seemed to be encouraging her. Elaine was dazed and confused. She heard Rick's words. They were cruel and bitter.
"Rape the bitch! Show her what it's like. Tear her gown from her and rape her! Cum right in her face! Show me and her what a hot, horny, slutty cunt you are!"
Slade pounced upon Elaine with the force of an animal. Rick had bent her young, pliable mind into that of a tortured and lust filled being. Her eyes were ablaze and burned with a weird intensity.
She began to maul Elaine like a wild beast. Her long nails tore into Elaine's young, white flesh as she ripped the elegant negligee she wore to shreds.
A series of long slaps appeared on Elaine's shoulders. Slade tore away the last vestiges of the lovely negligee with a growing fury. Rick laughed wildly throughout her fierce manifestation of lust and anger.
"The bitch has to be gotten off, Slade! Get to it!"
Rick's words were unnecessary. Three of Slade's gloved fingers were already far into Elaine's gaping pussy. She knelt at the bound girl's side and as she fingered her with one hand, she squeezed at her tits with the other.
Elaine's anguished cries were muffled by the red bandana stretching tightly across her open mouth. But her eyes conveyed the terror in her heart.
Elaine was far from a virgin princess. The only reason she was even there was because Rick had caught her fucking two boys at the same time. But this scene was beyond even her own horny, young imagination.
Her eyes bulged out of their sockets. They seemed to plead with Mr. Cory for release from this horror. Slade's moving fingers began to heat up her body despite her thrashing protestations. Her huge breasts began to grow harder and their golden -haired nipples stood up like two, tiny penises. Her frightened mind was beginning to feel the calming sensualities of her young body. In minutes, Slade's perverse massage had stilled her terror. Elaine bent her knees to permit Slade's hands a more easy access to the tingling flesh behind her soft triangular bush. Elaine began to exhale deeply. Every fiber of her body seemed afixed towards the growing pleasures emanating from her crotch. She relaxed her arms and began to nibble at her hp. A small droplet of saliva dripped from the twisted bandana as she slowly closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the rising tides of her own amoral passion. Slade's once heinous fingers had become warm, pleasure providers.
The experience had had a mellowing effect upon Slade too. Her driving revenge had cooled as her own desires warmed towards the kindling temperatures of anticipated orgasm. She took her gloves off without even looking towards Rick for approval. Slade wanted to feel the soft giving flesh of Elaine's bound body. The warm juices of Elaine's pussy began to flow over Slade's fingers. The flesh of Elaine's inner thighs were soft, warm and willing. They seemed to issue a silent invitation to whatever Slade had in mind.
Rick's black harlot changed her position. She knelt between Elaine's bound legs and lowered both of her hands to the teen's brown, pubic hairs. Slade was fascinated. The body that had enraged her so had suddenly become a mystery offering untold but accessible pleasures.
With one hand, Slade opened the pink, fleshy folds of Elaine's humid cunt. The flesh there seemed to live and breathe as a separate living thing. Elaine's clitoris stood hard above the swirling red skin. Slade began to flick it with her index finger. She could tell how much Elaine's enjoyed it. Her body would tense up when Slade's finger made contact with the acutely sensitive hard flesh. Slade's own pussy had begun to come to life as she watched Elaine begin to roll with the rising orgasm within her.
Slade saw the lubricating liquids within Elaine's pussy begin to glisten in the motel room's light. What she saw seemed to strike at some previously unknown instinct within her. Slade's mouth fell open. Her tongue slipped out like a stalking snake. Elaine's sweet, young pussy had fascinated the now subdued Slade. She felt a strange new thirst within her.
The black girl lowered her head towards Elaine's open pussy. Her tongue was beginning to dart from side to side. Slade closed her eyes and began to lap the wet pink flesh of Elaine's cunt.
At first, Rick laughed. His laughter died away however, when he saw how serious Slade was about her work. He felt his prick grow even harder and stand fuller. It grew to greater lengths unencumbered by the restrictions of clothing.
"Eat the little bitch out!" he ordered.
Slade was now doing much more than lapping at Elaine's sweet pussy. Her head bobbed up and down as her hot tongue reached further and further into the dark recesses of Elaine's orifice. Rick heard a slurping sound as Elaine's bound body twisted in its ecstatic, but bound state. When Slade's head was not bobbing up and down, it was grinding into the young, white, girl's twat with a hungry force. It was if Slade wanted some secret treasure lodged deep with Elaine's twat.
Rick felt his prick begin to throb as he watched the scene. Slade's perfectly proportioned ass stood high above the bed. Her tight panties stretched across her lean, yet curvaceous flesh. Her ass seemed to move from side to side as she at out the bound girl's cunt. Slade's fish net stockings and garter belt added sharply to the utter femininity of her young form. Rick watched as Slade pulled the tight, laced fabric to the side and began to massage her own pussy. Sweet Slade was masturbating as she sucked at Elaine's now grinding pussy.
Slade's sweet ass began to move in a sensual harmony with her head. It was if her whole body was an instrument of her inner desires. Sex seemed to fill her with a heightened awareness of the soaring pleasures offered by the human body. Rick moved closer to her heated, alluringly clad body.
At that moment, Slade was beyond the command of Mr. Cory. Her burst of independence got him hotter than he already was. He also had never before seen a lesbian scene. His pornography collection contained dozens of pictures dealing with such a theme, but the actual experience of seeing one turned him on infinitely more than the photographs.
"Suck her hole, Slade!" His eyes burned with lust as he spoke.
The slurping noises coming from Elaine's churning crotch fed the flame. "Stick your tongue in her as far as you can and suck her cum juice right out. Slurp it up bitch! It's a hot meal for a hungry slut!"
Elaine was beginning to take quicker and shorter breaths. Her climax was at hand. Slade's tongue was making sure of it.
Rick wanted to become intimately involved with the proceedings. He moved his thin, muscular body closer to Slade. Her haunches stood high as her head was buried in the moist twat of the bound teen. He looked at the fine crack centering her luscious hind quarters. With a flowing swing of his arm he lowered it to the top, elastic ring of her tight panties and tore them completely away. Her black ass promised his rock hard prick a sexual sanctuary from the torturous cravings of his sexuality.
He rested his left hand on the small of her back. The garter belt had held firmly to her tiny waist. He slid his fingers under it. With his index finger of his right hand he slowly stuck it into Slade's delectable ass.
"Oh!" she squealed between her slurpings. Her body jerked suddenly but soon relaxed. She had entertained this anal intruder before. His probing finger started the orgasm within her. It would be only a few short seconds before the frustration would find fulfillment in a spray of hot cum juice.
Rick felt her buttocks begin to relax. His finger roamed her inner chamber at will. His left hand left her back and close on the thickest portion of his starving prick. He moved it towards her grinding asshole.
As he removed his finger from her hole and nestled the tip of his prick there, Slade stopped. The cum juices hung from her mouth like a sticky broth. Elaine's young twat rested in thin air. Slade froze. Her face tensed and she gritted her teeth. She knew what was about to be done to her. It was what she wanted and needed but the initial pain was awesome. Her short wait seemed like an eternity.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" she screamed as Rick brutally rammed the full nine-inch length of his thick prick into her asshole. Slade's face fell upon Elaine's stomach. Large tears rolled from her slammed shut eyes. The pain was agonizing.
"Ughhhhh!" she moaned with a guttural cry reminiscent of a mortally wounded animal. Her tongue hung limply from her mouth and a thin strip of saliva dribbled from its corner onto Elaine's young, firm stomach. Mr. Cory's flesh sword had slain her again!
"What's the matter, bitch? Is it too much for you? Come on, now! You have had it before!" He squeezed the sides of her quivering buttocks with his outstretched hands. He pumped his prick into her with a gut crushing force. The entire length of it would disappear between her searing buttocks and then reappear to prepare for the next assaultive hump. He drilled her rectum hard. His prick plunged into her greater and greater distances with every succeeding thrust. Rick's thighs and buttocks tensed at the second before he slammed into her. After he had rammed his full length into her, he would rest his body and enjoy the hot pleasures of her anal walls. They stretched open to receive the fierce fucking machine and obsequiously massaged the thing's purple-veined sides. Rick's swelling balls slapped against Slade's wet cunt. The sensitive pussy flesh gave Rick an added thrill. The moist cunt soaked Rick's balls in docile pleasure giving.
Slade had ceased crying out. The intense pain had muted her. Her body appeared to be in a state of shock. The invading prick could be felt throughout her sweating body. She was frozen in pain.
Rick lusted to hurt the vanquished black girl. Every morsel of pain she experienced heightened his own enjoyment. Yet the thought of resisting her master never entered her mind. She was a flesh tool being used properly. The pain reached a crescendo. She could not tolerate it for another second.
Suddenly, her body went limp. She relaxed her full weight onto Elaine's bound torso. Her head rested next to Elaine's still grinding twat. The only movement she made came from the locomotive power of Rick's fierce humpings. The worst was over.
Rick's relentless prick had broken through the pain barrier. Slade now began to feel a strange, dark pleasure rise up from the depths of her anus. His prick seemed to massage her insides with a reassuring strength. She had been revived.
Slade lifted herself off Elaine and put her hands on each of her own lovely buttocks. She spread them apart to make Rick's cruel plungings easier and more effective. She began to grind her sweet ass onto his thumping rod. He was ass fucking her righteously and she loved it!
"That's right bitch! Open up your cheeks! Spread your ass! Open up your hole for my dick!" Rick felt strong and virile. He was the master.
Waves of pleasure flooded Slade. She puckered her lips as the steel hard prick now dispensed the pain edged pleasure she had come to crave. She was in ecstasy.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned in servile delight. "Ass-fuck me harder. Pleeeeaaaassssseeeee."
Slade was happy. Mr. Cory would always give her the pleasures she wanted. But she also understood that she often needed to be disciplined. Mr. Cory was so good to her. She loved the harsh, yet loving, structure he gave to her confused life.
To show her gratitude and simultaneously increase her sexual pleasue she resumed her pussy lappings of bound Elaine. The bound teen groaned in renewed pleasure. She had been grinding her hot bush at thin air for the last three minutes. Slade had been rendered to a mere flesh ball serving a man's ramming cock. But now she came alive again.
Elaine pulled on her bounds. She wished she could force Slade's head right up her hole. She wished Slade's tongue was ten inches long. She wanted to be fucked too! Her body was wrecked by the fever of imminent orgasm. She began to thrash about on the bed as Slade slurped on and on. She had to get this hot fever out of her! It was driving her crazy!
Slade and Rick were sharing in her fever. The three of them were driven by oncoming orgasm. Elaine exhaled deeply and issued muffled groans of frustrated pleasure. Her young cunt was bouncing off the bed. She seemed possessed by an invisible demon. Her eyes bulged out of their sockets. She stared blankly at the ceiling as her orgasm approached.
Slade pulled her ass cheeks further and further apart. Rick's rock hard prick gave her the most searing pleasure she had ever before experienced. She began to meet his merciless humps with humps of her own. Their flesh slapped together as if it were two cars hell bent on a head-on collision. Her ass hole was soaked with juice. Rick's prick encountered no resistance. Slade's flesh had joined the forces of his invading spearhead. The tip of his prick banged against her inner organs. Her own orgasm was being beaten from her twat by the fierce assaults of the nine inch prick shoved into her ass hole!
Rick clenched his teeth. His balls had swollen up to an incredible size. He felt a sharp tingling throughout his body. His sensitized prick flesh sent pleasure sensations throughout his entire body. Every muscle in his standing frame geared themselves towards adding power to his ram-rod cock. His face contorted as he fucked her hole. His balls began to release the hot cum sauce into the throbbing tube at the center of his prick. The steaming scum was about to burst forth into the hot darkness of Slade's gaping ass hole. The sticky semen would make his dark victory complete.
Slade sucked on Elaine's clitoris. Elaine lifted her twat from the bed. Rick gave his most powerful hump.
In sexual unison, the three of them moaned. "Ahhhhh!" It was a triple climax!
Elaine sputtered hot saliva over the red bandana stretched across her mouth. Her cum juice showered from her hot, wet pussy right onto Slade's lapping tongue, mouth and face. Its sticky substance joined the saliva dripping from the sides of Slade's working mouth.
Slade's cum gushed forth from her empty cunt hole. It flowed aimlessly onto the bed forming a hot, steaming pool beneath her sweating, grinding body.
Rick's stance faltered. The hot cum blasting from his piss slit overwhelmed him. Saliva dribbled from his mouth onto the binding garter belt Slade wore. His body shook from the force of his blasting balls. Each blast of cum lifted Slade from the bed. It raged into her with a hellish fury. It seemed intent to raze her very spirit!
His body began to sag onto Slade's back. His prick shot on and on in exhausting blasts of white, burning cum. Despite his growing fatigue, Rick managed to continue his humpings. His pleasure had reached its zenith. His cum took his frustrations from him. What he got in return was the most powerful climax he had ever experienced in his young life. He collapsed on top of Slade. The force of his weight and his thick prick tore the last portion of her orgasm from her. Elaine's cum sauce began to dribble onto Slade's throat.
Their sexuality had been squeezed from each of them by their communal efforts. Each of them breathed a sigh of relief and bathed in the complete calm of afterglow. They were tired. Their bodies were spent. Like three children at the end of a hard day of play they slipped into sleep. Nature's sweet nurse coddled the three of them in her protective arms. The room became completely silent.
Rick was the first to wake. He pulled his limp prick from Slade's sticky asshole and stood up. He walked to the room's dresser and lifted his watch from a pile of change.
"Nine o'clock." he whispered. He was surprised. The three of them had slept undisturbed for an hour and a half. Rick went into the bathroom and washed off his cock. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. His face was inches from the glass. He inspected the skin around his eyes carefully. Lately, he had begun to notice the small lines of crow's feet there. He knew that he was starting to get old. His sex life was the most important thing in his life. He had to get all he could before his cock began to lose its youthful hardness. He returned to the room and sat down.
Elaine slept soundly on the bed. Slade did too. The black girl was snuggled up near Elaine's open crotch. One of her legs dangled over the edge of the bed. The rope Rick had tied to her ankles before hung from it like a noose. It reminded Rick of something.
Quickly, he jumped to his feet. He turned to the dresser. Its drawers opened easily. They were all empty. Except for one. Rick stopped cold when he found what he was looking for. Slade had followed the instructions he had given her the night before very well! A macabre smile broke on his lips as he lifted the black whip from the drawer. The next act of his psychodrama was about to begin!
As he moved towards the bed, he lifted the ugly black thing above his head. With a resounding, stinging sound he swung it down and across Slade's naked buttocks.
She woke with a bizarre jerking movement as the sharp pain of the lash seared to her brain.
"Ahhhhh! What are you doing! Ohhhh!" She was as frightened as she was hurt.
Rick became the evil judge. "You resisted me before, bitch! You held your ass cheeks open to my prick, but in your mind you were fighting me! I could tell! Confess!"
As he screamed at her he swung the black whip down at her again. This time the sting lash caught her on her naked thighs.
"No! I didn't resist you! I couldn't resist you! I ... I love you!" Slade cried in her misery. She couldn't understand what was happening to her. She would do anything to make him stop. Anything!
Rick screamed at her again. "Confess! Confess!"
Slade began to speak in anguished, pathetic tones. "It's true. I only wanted to get myself off. I did resist you. In my mind I fought against your prick. I wasn't completely obedient. I confess."
Rick stopped his beating. Slade had confessed. Now she had to be ritualistically punished for her disgusting crime.
Rick sat down calmly. "Good. Now you must be punished. The punishment shall fit the crime. Get up and face the door. Place your arms against it, spread your legs and bend down. You will accept your punishment in complete silence. If you cry out I will have to continue. You do understand?"
Slade had accepted her sentence. Her head hung limply on her heaving chest. She looked at the marks the whip had left on her thighs. She felt a greater pain from her hind quarters. She could only imagine the welt marks there.
Without the least bit of resistance she rose to her feet and walked to the door. She assumed the position her master had instructed her to assume and prepared herself for punishment. She greatly feared that she would cry out. The pain would be the most severe she had ever before experienced.
As Rick approached her panting body he spoke to her. "If you can tell me just how evil, disgusting and perverse you really are, I might spare you a portion of your sentence."
That was all he said. The next sound that could be heard in the room was the black leather of his whip crashing against he quivering, reddening flesh of Slade's firm buttocks.
Each time his fearsome weapon made contact she crumbled. Somehow she managed to pull herself up to accept the full force of the next blow. Between each lash, she spoke.
"I am guilty of everything! I am a disgusting whore! I'll fuck anything or anyone! I'll suck the foulest prick and the foulest cunt! I'm a filthy, fucking slut!"
"That's right, wench!" Rick yelled as he swung his whip high over his head. "That's so fucking right!"
Elaine had woke with the first sound of the whip. She couldn't believe her eyes. There stood her most feared teacher. He was naked and was whipping a strangely dressed black girl that had eaten her out only a short time ago.
What was more unbelievable was the way she accepted her beating. Slade looked like she was enjoying it!
Elaine was absolutely right. Slade knew that her "confession" might lessen her beloved abuse, so she had stopped talking. The only sounds she made came when Rick's blurring whip made contact with her now beet-red ass. Slade's long, thin, pained nails scratched the pastel paint from the motel room's door as the beating she received brought her reluctantly to the floor. It was there that she began to masturbate with a strange ferosity.
Rick had beaten her senseless. The only thing that she wanted was another orgasm. Her cunt had grown hotter and hotter as the flesh under her master's lash got redder and redder. Slade began to writhe around the floor. One of her hands pulled hard on her cunt bone, while the other rammed at her cunt.
Elaine watched in disbelief as Slade made a fist and rammed it into her own cunt. It seemed like a strange trick of black magic when Slade's fist disappeared completely into her own cunt hole.
Rick began to laugh wildly. "Look at this disgusting bitch, Miss Carter. She has gone berserk! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"
The laughter echoed in Elaine's tortured brain. It was all so horrible. Was there no way out? She pulled at her bonds. They held her tight on the bed. She tried to scream but the red bandana stretched across her open mouth stifled her. Slade began to make strange animal noises. She rolled around the floor of the room like an errant, little beast. Rick laughed on and on. It was more than the seventeen-year-old girl could stand. She passed out.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Elaine awoke, she was sitting in the passenger seat of her science teacher's Volvo. Her body had lurched to one side as Rick pulled the car from the highway and sped into Endover. For a few seconds, she pretended to be still asleep. Her young mind reviewed the events of the evening.
She remembered meeting her driver hours earlier in the school's parking lot. The next thing she recalled was waking up bound to a strange bed and being attacked by a weirdly dressed black girl while Mr. Cory screamed obscenities. Then she remembered how wonderful she felt as the same black girl ate out her young cunt. The final thing she recalled was violently pulling on her bonds as her lesbo lover was being beaten with an ugly looking bullwhip. It was all so strange and horrible. Was it a nightmare? Did any of it happen at all?
"We are almost here, Miss Carter," Rick said when he realized that his confused student had finally woken up. He would cover his tracks well!
"I don't know what happened to you, Miss Carter. We were driving along and you suddenly passed out. You seemed so relaxed and happy as you slept that I just parked for awhile and watched you. You are a beautiful young woman. Do you know that?"
"What?" Elaine said dazedly. Had everything been just a dream? Was she going insane? Did any of it have to do with the experiment Mr. Cory had her become involved in?
Little did Elaine know what had happened after she passed out. Rick had continued his beating of Slade even as she masturbated herself on the floor. He tired of this quickly, then rammed the handle of the whip up Slade's swollen and bleeding asshole and jacked himself off as he ordered her to crawl around the room's floor. She had looked like a dog with a strange, limp tail. Dear Mr. Cory was a sadistic bastard!
When he finally came he concluded the evening's activities. Slade was instructed to dress and go to his car. She returned with a small canister of chloroform, wet a washcloth with the chemical and applied it to Elaine's unconscious face. This would insure Rick against Elaine waking up and being able to recognize any of the surroundings at some future date. He had then instructed her to dress Elaine and help him get her into his car. All of this went on as the unconscious teen was under the strong influence of the chemical.
Rick knew how confused she was. It had been far from an ordinary Saturday night! He knew that he could manipulate Elaine into thinking that what had happened may not have happened at all!
"We weren't able to perform the experiment together, Miss Carter. But don't worry. Next weekend will give us another opportunity. Just be sure that you make the same arrangements with your family that you did tonight. I wouldn't want them to get suspicious of anything."
Rick wanted to be sure that Elaine wouldn't question him too much. She had to be kept docile and pliable. A small reminder of how he had gotten her to accompany him that evening would accomplish the desired effect.
"If your parents ever got wind of you and me, Miss Carter they might eventually find out about what you and your two 'boyfriends' were doing up in the Lab last night."
A cruel smile broke on his lips as his eyes remained afixed to the road. "And we wouldn't want that, would we?"
Elaine was easy to manage. "Oh, no sir! Next weekend will be fine, Mr. Cory. I'll be where you want me!"
Rick grinned. "You'll be where I want you alright!"
For the rest of the ride Elaine rested against the door of the passenger seat. She felt numb. Whatever had happened to her that evening had left her physically and emotionally exhausted. A growing indifference to the whole confusing night was growing in her. She looked towards Mr. Cory. He seemed very relaxed and calm as he cruised through the town's darkened streets. Every few seconds the glaring streetlight would shoot darting streams of yellowish light into the quiet car. It was then that she could see her science teacher's macabre smile. He looked positively satanic. It sent a shiver through her. But strangely enough, she was no longer afraid. The way she had met her teacher that night, the way he looked, and the events she wasn't even sure had occurred, infatuated her. She felt like a co-conspirator in some devious scheme. It had all become quite exciting. There were so many unanswered questions.
"What did you do to me tonight?" she suddenly asked. It was the kind of direct question that Mr. Cory could only interpret as impudent. Miss Carter would never ask questions in that manner in class.
"My dear," replied Rick with supreme confidence. "I already told you what happened."
Slick Rick could turn the tables on his students with a casual ease. "Don't you get enough sleep at night? Passing out like that. Are you on anything?"
The question rattled Elaine. From time to time she would take pills that would get her high. Her friends called them "goofballs."
"No sir! I would never do that! I consider my body a tabernacle!"
She could be so righteous when she lied.
Rick was growing more and more formal in his speech and manner. He was not far from the place he had picked his horny little student up. Being close to the physical plant of Endover High School always did that to Rick.
Perhaps it was insecurity. He preferred to think of it as "professionalism." His principal certainly did.
The evening had come to an end. Rick summed it up with the clarity of one of his lessons.
"Very good then, Miss Carter. You will meet me here next Saturday night at the same time. You will make the appropriate arrangements with your parents and you will wear the same outfit you had on at the dance last night. We will conduct our experiment at that time. It goes without saying that all of this will be confidential."
Rick swung his car into the large, empty parking lot and drove around to the back of the building. He stopped the car and shifted into neutral. With the flick of a switch on the dashboard a small light went on above them. Elaine began to collect her bag and open the car door.
Rick looked at her seductively. He hadn't even touched her yet. Slade had managed to bear the brunt of his brutal affections that evening. But next week would be a different story. He would ravish the young, full bodied girl.
"Good evening, Miss Carter. We will meet next week."
Elaine kept her head down as she opened the door and stepped out into the chilly night air. "Good night, Mr. Cory," she said respectfully.
The car abruptly sped off and Elaine stood there and watched it until it disappeared around the corner of the building. She began her walk home.
As she walked through the quiet, residential neighborhood surrounding Endover High, she casually slapped at the long, dark lengths of chest shrubs that -lined the front yards of most of the tidy, little one family houses. She was able to see the sky clearly at each corner. There were too many trees standing above her as she walked along. They blocked the moonlight and rustled with the night breeze.
The closer she got to her own house, the faster she walked. When she finally reached it she bounded up the steps softly. She slipped her dull, yellow key into the front door's lock and entered the still house. Elaine was able to move about noiselessly when she wanted to but as a measure of further protection from detection she slipped off her shoes before going up the long staircase in the center hall. When she finally got into her room safely, she closed its door and flopped down on the bed. She began to stare at the flecks of sandpaint that had been applied to the room's ceiling the previous summer. The smell of paint had only recently gone away. It used to keep her up at night. But she had something else that could and would keep her up on that particular night.
It was already nearing two o'clock in the morning. But Elaine was not tired. She needed to rest but not to sleep. She began to count the millions of tiny dots of sand that were afixed to the ceiling. There were so many of them. Her lovely blue eyes began to flicker. As they closed, she fell off into a light sleep.
But minutes later, she woke with a start. She had something to do but she wasn't exactly sure what it was. She was still fully clothed. She ran her hands through her long blonde hair as she walked into the room's joining bathroom. Elaine was still not sure what had happened that night was not a dream.
She lifted her turtleneck sweater up over her shoulders and pulled its cling arms from her wrists. It was then she was sure. .
The skin of her slender wrists had deep red marks in them.
"The rope!" she whispered to herself. "I was tied up!"
She stripped herself naked in less than ten seconds and looked into the bathroom mirror. Her soft, creamy shoulders each had four thin scratch marks. Each of her breasts were black and blue. Elaine bit her lip as she gazed on the evidence affirming her suspisions.
"Slade! She did this! Then she...." Elaine's words broke off as she began to feel a soft, warm sensation deep in her crotch.
Elaine returned to the bedroom and opened her closet door. On its inside hung a full length mirror. The sumptuous teen looked upon her young body. She could see the red marks on her wrists and ankles. Her breasts had begun to heave as her imagination began to fire up. Something about their black and blue condition excited her. She placed her hands below them and raised them still higher than her youth already carried them. The thought of what had happened to her thrilled her. She had been fucking for some time, but she had never been involved in this kind of a scene.
Suddenly her eyes caught something in the mirror. A small, folded up piece of paper rested in the middle of one of her bra's huge cups. She whirled around and fell to the floor. Feverishly, she opened the wrinkled paper. Her mouth opened and she brought one of her elegant hands up to it. She looked down on some hurried scribbling.
It read," Slade (614) 731-3964."
Elaine felt a hot charge of sensuality rush through her body. She tingled with the thought of what could happen if she called the number. Her young pussy had so much loved the hot tongue Slade gave to it. The thought of a secret affair with a strange black girl, years older than her, gripped her with desire.
She had to hide the number. I was a ticket to forbidden pleasure. It had to be beyond the reach of everyone in the house. Her eyes darted around the room.
"Where can I...." An idea struck her. She pulled out the small paint stained footstool she kept in her closet. By standing on it she had access to the top shelf of the large closet. Her young firm buttocks flexed firmly together as she stood on the tips of her toes. She was straining for an old cardboard box she kept up there.
When she finally got it down, she sat on the stool and opened it slowly. Within it was a small box and her ten inch dildo. She had no intentions of using it that night, however. She opened the box and laid Slade's number on its black felt bottom.
Elaine immediately stood back on the small stool and laid the shoebox back down into its former position. Before her fingers left it she looked upon her wrists. The red skin from where she had bound suddenly reminded her of something. The skin was red and soft. It brought back an image of Slade's hot, darting tongue. Elaine felt her legs begin to open involuntarily. She longed for Slade's pussy lapping tongue. It felt so good. It was wonderful!
Elaine didn't let go of the box. Instead, she took it down again and lifted out the dildo. It would be able to give her the pleasures she suddenly craved, but could not get. It would be a secret, surrogate lover.
Firmly clutching the thick middle of the thing, she turned off the room lights and got into bed. The folds of her sweet, young pussy open hungrily as she nestled the dildo at its entrance. Her inner canal had already been lubricated by the lush sexual images her vibrant imagination had conjured up.
Within seconds, the full ten inches of the hard rubber thing was traveling in and out of her open, moist cunt. Elaine held the rubber lover by its rock hard balls as she worked it into herself. The darkened room began to fill with the sounds of rustling sheets and soft groans. She could see Slade sucking on her cunt. She loved the way the black girl had been dressed. She had seemed so sure of herself and what she had wanted.
Elaine began to pound on the bed as her orgasm began to burst. She thrashed about wildly in thoughts of her bound body being ravished by another woman. There was no thought of Mr. Cory in her mind. She could only think of Slade's head bobbing up and down on her twat. The juices began to flow from her moist, humid hole. Her secret lover had gotten her off. But it was only a thing, a rubber toy. She wanted the object of her of her fantasies. She wanted Slade!
As Elaine found temporary relief from her strange new craving she pulled the dildo from her young pussy and gently placed it under her pillow. She began to count again before she fell off to sleep. But this time it was not the tiny flecks of sand on the ceiling. This time she was whispering a certain set of numbers over and over again.
"731-3964, 731-3964, 731-3964."
Not far from where she lay, Rick Cory was also counting something.
"Seven days until I have that little bitch! Seven days until I tie her up and fuck her up better than any of those young punks could! Seven days, Seven days."
As Rick fell off to sleep, he thought of Elaine's gorgeous body. He had been fascinated by the size of her tits. He wanted to stick his prick between them and whack off. He wanted to tit fuck her with an angry passion.
"One more week in school until I have her! One more! Seven days."
Fifty miles south, Slade lay awake in her bed. Her long, elegantly fingered hands were clasped behind her head. She stared at the ceiling too. She was able to see it every few minutes. The bright lights from the cars that passed along Barton's narrow main street directly below her small, depressing studio provided her with enough light.
"I wonder if she got my number?" she whispered to herself. "I wonder if she will call? Will she find me repulsive? Her cunt was so sweet! So sweet! So sweet!"
The three of them sensed that the upcoming days would be very significant to their lives. Despite this, they all carried out the chores within their separate lives with characteristic intensity.
Slade knuckled under to Nurse Fulcher, even though the matronly older woman relentlessly called her "Miss" instead of "Nurse." Elaine maintained her facade of naive virginity though every boy in the school knew she could fuck her brains out when she felt horny and Rick portrayed Mr. Cory with a vengeance. Each day in class would provide him with a different whipping post. The intimidation level in his classroom was beginning to go beyond reason. A few of the less stout hearted girls would feel sick right before they came to his class. He was like a dictator in his room. A look became a withering stare and a firm word, a crushing humiliation.
Elaine managed to keep a low profile in his room. For some reason, unknown to her classmates, Mr. Cory did not recognize her. It was an enviable position to be in. The pressure could become unbearable sometimes. But Elaine just kept her head down and wrote every word Mr. Cory said. For the first time in the young school year, Elaine was prepared for his class everyday that week. It added to her personal feeling of security. If she was called on (perish the thought) she could fend off any dark psychic attacks by providing dear Mr. Cory the right answer. That was the only thing that could thwart him.
The week came to a head on Thursday night. For the first time that week, Slade had been able to get the thought of sweet, young Elaine out of her mind. She sat at the old, wooden desk her mother had given her and reviewed one of the text books she had used in nursing school. She had been completely absorbed in her reading when the phone rang. It was about ten o'clock. Slade seldom got phone calls. She thrilled at the idea of it being Elaine.
"Hello?" she said hopefully.
The voice at the other end of the connection sounded timid and weak.
"Hello. This is ... Elaine ... Elaine Carter. I was with you ... I mean I spent some...."
Slade felt a hot glow come alive in her body. She could sense the need for direction in Elaine.
"Oh, yes. Hello Elaine! How are you? It's great to talk to you. Thank you for calling me.
Elaine suddenly became standoffish. She could sense that a mild turnoff could not stop Slade.
"I found your number and I wondered what it was you wanted," Elaine said matter of factly.
"Well, we met under unusual circumstances last week. I thought maybe we could get together and get to know one another. Would you like that?"
Elaine was being courted by a woman. The very idea of it thrilled her young body. It was becoming harder and harder for her to speak. Her chest heaved and her crotch tingled as she spoke.
"Uh, okay. That would be nice. Where can I...."
"Well," Slade broke in again. "If you are not doing anything tomorrow night, maybe you could come over here."
"But I don't know where you live. I don't even know you hardly. I don't have a car. How could I get there? Where is it anyway?"
Slade sensed just how young sweet Elaine really was. It got her hotter for the teen than she already was.
"Don't worry about anything, dear. You are from Endover, aren't you?" she asked.
"Yes," she responded anxiously. She would follow these coming instructions to the letter.
"Good," Slade replied. 'Then you must know where the First National Bank building is on Windsor Street."
"Yes," Elaine answered.
"Okay," Slade replied. She hesitated for a second. Finally, she spoke. "You could meet me behind it in the parking lot around seven o'clock tomorrow night, if you would like."
"Okay," the young, white girl answered. 'That would be a good place."
Already their meeting had become a clandestine enterprise. Elaine began to feel the curling, golden hairs of her pussy wet with the lubricating fluid leaking from her young, eager bush.
"Good!" Slade replied. "I'll see you then. Goodnight Elaine."
"Goodnight, Slade," Elaine finally responded. She missed the older girl already.
The moment Elaine hung up the receiver, she went to the large, full length mirror hanging from the inside of her closet door. She posed there for a few minutes hoping that Slade would find her attractive. She wanted to please the older woman. Her young breasts were bursting from her chest and straining the material of her colorful, trim blouse. She felt her mouth water at the thought of maybe doing to Slade what she had done to her.
"Eat her out?" she whispered as if she was posing the question to the image that stared back at her from the reflecting glass.
Slade, however, had no time to fantisize on the possibilities of what could happen the next night. The instant she put down the receiver, her phone rang again. This time it was Rick!
"Hello, Slade," he said. There was no need to identify himself.
Immediately, Slade began to feel guilty. She had done something wrong by setting up the secret rendevous with Elaine.
"This Saturday night," Mr. Cory said. 'The same time and place. Also. Bring the exact same stuff you brought last week. Some of it you can probably use over but go out and by the rest of it if you have to. Be in the room waiting for my knock."
He then hung up. There was no mention of whether or not he intended on bringing Elaine. Elaine herself hadn't even told her if she was going to be with Rick on the coming Saturday night. It was a weekend that would be a turning point in all of their lives.
Slade placed the receiver down slowly. She stood up and went over to her bed. The mattress was lumpy, but she had gotten used to it. She clasped her hands behind her head as it rested on the pillow. Her eyes were wide open and they stared at the ceiling's tiny flecks of paint.
At seven o'clock on the following night, she was at the appointed place waiting for Elaine. Slade's heart began to thump in her chest when she saw Elaine appear in the parking lot. Not two weeks earlier from that night, the sun was still shining. But now the Fall was upon Endover and it was dark. It was kind of sad. But Slade was only grateful. The darkness provided her with a protective covering. Her secret affair had begun. It was even more secret than her meetings with Rick. No one could know about this.
Slade pushed open the old Volkswagon's door. Elaine bounced into the car with a youthful step. She was excited as hell!
"Hi," Slade said smiling. As her sharp eyes stared upon Elaine's lovely body, she put the car into gear. They were off.
The air within the bouncing car was heavy with unanswered questions. Neither of them wanted to talk about the previous Saturday night and the reasans that had brought them together. What was important at that moment was that they were together.
Elaine came very close to starting a number of conversations as the car moved South. But right before she spoke, she always decided that it would be better if she just sat tight and kept her mouth shut.
Slade felt a tinge of shame. Elaine had seen her at one of her worst moments. She had loved the beating Rick had given her. But that side of her personality was often too painful for even her to face. Here was this young girl who had actually seen it.
"Where do you live?" Elaine finally said. She had sat silently in the car for a half hour. It was becoming embarrassing.
"Not too far," Slade replied. That was all she said until she parked the old Volkswagon in front of the Antique store above which she lived.
Elaine was used to much more affluent surroundings.
"You live here?" she asked quizzically.
Slade's long black finger pointed straight up. "Not here. Up there."
The black girl got out of the car and walked to the small doorway that divided the antique store from the druggist. The door was open and she turned and smiled at Elaine who obediently followed behind.
After they had walked up two flights, the two women stood panting outside of Slade's small apartment.
After she found her key from among the several on her keychain she forced it into the door and pushed it open. As she did so she said ironically, "It's not much. But, it's home!"
Elaine recoiled at the sight of the inside of Slade's apartment. She looked to be really poor.
"You're a nurse, aren't you!" Elaine said excitedly as she spotted Slade's 'whites' hanging carelessly from a small peg on the paneled wall.
"Sure am!" Slade replied. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"Eh, okay," said Elaine. The small studio intrigued her. She herself wanted to be a nurse. Did they all live so poorly?
"Here you go!" Slade said happily, as she handed Elaine a large thick glass filled with deep red wine.
Elaine took a long gulp. Slade laughed affectionately when she saw the large, red ring the wine left around Elaine's perfectly formed mouth.
Slade sipped her glass, gently placed it on the small, wooden table beside her bed and sat down. She patted the mattress beside her as she spoke to Elaine.
"Come. Come over here and sit down! Come on.
Elaine stepped over towards the bed and shyly sat down next to Slade.
The next moment, Elaine felt Slade's long arm drape itself across her back and shoulder.
Slade's words became more serious and urgent. "I gave you my number because you excite me. You have a beautiful body. So soft and warm."
Slade began to curve her own body over and onto Elaine. At the same moment, she gently pushed the younger girl down onto the bed.
Seconds later, Slade's open mouth and lips pressed firmly against Elaine. They met no resistance. Elaine's body was filled with flashing bolts of a new and strange pleasure. Slade's tongue met hers and fondled it not unlike the way it had fondled her soft, red cunt flesh the previous week.
Elaine felt Slade's hands squeeze her hardening tits. The touch of the older black woman made her young pussy churn in heightening hunger.
The two women began to thrash about on the bed. They struggled and tore at each other until they settled into each other's body under the protective warmth of the bed's soft sheets.
Slade lapped at Elaine's gaping cunt until the young girl sprayed her orgasmic juices into Slade's grateful face. Elaine writhed in pleasure on the bed. Slade's tongue was like the largest prick she had ever had. She was in ecstasy. Moments after Elaine came, Slade knelt above her lover's open mouth and lowered her hot, wet twat into her wiggling tongue. Slade's face tightened as Elaine lapped upon her hungry hole. In seconds, Slade was grinding her pussy right into Elaine's face. When her orgasm arrived her body wilted and fell forward. At the moment of her orgasm's hottest point she rammed four of her fingers into Elaine's grinding pussy.
Between heated slurps upon Slade's spraying pussy, Elaine managed to whisper, "Do to me what you did to yourself, last week! Your hand! Your fist!"
Slade understood instantly. She removed her four fingers from the wet vaginal opening of her young lover and clasped her long fingers into a fist. With a torrid ferocity, she plunged the fist right into Elaine's gaping hole.
"Ahhhhhh!" the young girl screamed, as her body lifted a full twelve inches off the bed. "It's like the biggest prick in the world! It's strong and thick!"
Slade clenched her teeth as she slowly forced her fist into Elaine's pained hole. When it disappeared, she moved it still further into the writhing girl's twat, until only her wrist was visible.
Elaine's body shuddered. She was wrecked by the pain of Slade's fucking fist and the strange waves of pleasure it provided. It was a strange sensation. Despite the agony of it all, she loved it.
Slade felt the insides of Elaine's young hole relax and gave as she began to pump her fist in and out of the opening.
"I'll fist fuck you righteously, bitch!"
As Slade continued her perverse act, she felt Elaine's hands clutch at her flexed buttocks. The young white girl pulled Slade's crotch to her and began to suck on it again with a driving intensity. The more Slade pumped her fist, the more Elaine's slurped upon the black girl's humid pussy.
When the act was finally over, the two women snuggled up against each other in the warm bed. Elaine's head-rested upon Slade's now still chest. Their passion had past, but their affections would not follow suit.
"Oh, Slade!" Elaine whispered. "I never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. Never!"
Slade disregarded the remark. There was business to attend to.
"Are you meeting him tomorrow night?" she asked coldly.
Elaine hesitated. Was Slade suddenly jealous?
"Yes. Will you be there?"
"Uh huh. I'll be there."
Elaine didn't see Slade's eyes harden as she rested her seventeen year old head upon the older girl's chest. Slade was beginning to hatch a scheme of her own!
"Mr. Cory is an evil man, Elaine. He should be punished for all the terrible things he has done to us both. Now that we have each other, we can beat him at his own game."
They began to plan their revenge.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was Saturday night. Rick Cory looked at his watch. The light from the football stadium, five hundred feet from where he waited, filled his Volvo. He was beginning to feel a slight twinge of nervousness.
When he had planned this night with Elaine he didn't know that the school's first football game of the Fall season was to be held in the large stadium, a mere shouting distance from the school's building.
The parking lot was filled beyond capacity. Somehow he had managed to get his car into the exact space it had been in the previous night. He sat there and waited. It might be very hard for Elaine to find him. It might be impossible.
"Hi!" a voice suddenly called in from the open window to his right. It was Elaine and she sounded very chipper indeed!
"Oh! Do get in Miss Carter!" Rick had been startled and had temporarily lost his veneer of detached aloofness. Despite his twisted relationship with Elaine, she would behave towards him in the manner of respectful student.
"Do you believe this crowd?" she asked excitedly as she stepped into the car. "There must be a thousand cars in this lot. Whew!"
Mr. Cory cleared his throat and started the car. As he slowly moved against the oncoming waves of people and cars, he was quite concerned that he wasn't seen by anyone.
Elaine didn't care though. She waved to her friends as the car moved past them. Once she even lowered the window to exchange pleasantries with one of her classmates.
Rick was outraged. She had betrayed his trust.
She would pay for her impudence. He wouldn't stand for this kind of maltreatment!.
When they had finally cleared the crowds, Rick accelerated hard.
They were on their way to Barton!
"Why did you do that back there, Miss Carter? We discussed the necessity of confidentiality about our meeting. You flaunted it in my face! Why?"
Elaine had been acting strangely. She seemed free from the mental bondage Rick had held her in. The only thing she seemed concerned about was having a good time. It almost scared Rick. Was he losing his grip?
"Oh, come on Mr. Cory. I was only trying to have a little fun."
Rick's indignation turned to rage. He spat the words from his mouth. "Fun? Fun? This experiment has nothing to do with fun? This is serious!"
In reality, the only thing Mr. Cory was serious about was getting off. If this was to be done, Elaine had to be submissive and docile. Only then could she be tied up and fucked with the fierce brutality he had only recently come to enjoy. It made him feel so strong.
As they moved through Endover's streets, Elaine calmed down. Her docility returned. She lowered her head in abject submissiveness. Rick began to relax. He wasn't able to see the wicked smile on Elaine's face. Nor was he able to see the wet cloth she carried in the breast pocket of her tightly fitting leather coat.
Slade had had a good idea. Before Elaine met Mr. Cory, she had been instructed to sneak up to the Science Lab and soak the cloth she carried, in the chloroform dear Rick had used on her.
As Mr. Cory slowed the car down to a halt, he prepared himself for his reach over the front seat for the plate containing the already wetted cloth he intended using on Elaine.
At that instant, Elaine made her move. Like a striking snake, the girl whipped the cloth from her leather jacket and slapped it across Rick's straining face. The element of surprise was all she needed. He struggled briefly, but she was strong enough to hold the cloth on his face until he passed out.
As his body slumped onto hers, she breathed deeply.
"Whew! This bastard is heavy!"
With feline moves, she quickly got out of the car and moved around to its other side. Rick was draped against the cars door. The same wicked smile was on Elaine's face as she stepped into the driver's seat and moved it up closer to the small, black steering wheel.
She knew where she was going. Thirty-five minutes later, she pulled the car into the parking lot of the same motel she had visited the previous weekend. It was the same place that dear Rick had so abused Slade in two weeks earlier.
As she turned the car directly towards the appointed room, Elaine spotted Slade pull the heavy room curtains away from the window. Their eyes met as they both smiled. The first portion of their plan had gone without a hitch. Now for phase two!
Elaine shut off the car and put its ignition key in a small pocket of her leather coat. She zipped it shut as she got out of the vehicle.
The motel room's door opened as Elaine bounced around to the other side of the car. Slade appeared wearing a knee length dungaree coat. It gave her a fiendish, cat like appearance.
Elaine braced herself as she opened the passenger door. Slade reached her the moment Rick's limp body fell towards the hard blacktop at their feet.
Both women groaned with the full force of Rick's tumbling body falling into their open arms. They held him firmly and started to drag him towards the open door. His feet dragged and his shoes made a kind of scraping sound. Both of the women looked from side to side as they dragged their chattel towards the safety of the room.
"Here's to a wonderful evening," she toasted strangely. As she held her glass high, she looked at Rick. "May dear Rick get his! Ha, ha, ha!"
Both women laughed as they gulped at the large, liquor filled glasses. It began to loosen them up for their upcoming work. It would be a labor of love, for them both.
Elaine began to feel her face flush as she looked at the flesh of her new lover. Her crotch began to heat up and her legs began involuntarily spreading apart.
Slade threw the long coat onto the chair she had sat at only seconds before. She had dressed appropriately for the evening.
Her firm, yet small breasts, pressed forth from her bra and the ebony flesh of her shoulders was tightly cinched from the bra's strong, thin bonds.
But there was work to be done.
Elaine began to undress. Slade watched with an eagerness, the colorful, tight fitting blouse she wore opened slowly to reveal a lacy, incredibly tight bra. Her tits were truly something to see. As Slade stood atop of her stiletto heels her eyes ravished Elaine's bound breasts.
The young girl stooped and began to shimmy her swelling thighs from her powder blue slacks. Beneath them were a pair of exquisite red panties. Slade bit her lips hungrily as she gazed upon the outline of the teen's large cunt bone. She wanted to hump the little bitch raw!
Slade rushed to her and began to kiss her wildly. She had been overcome by her own passion. Her hands wandered over the white girl's young flesh and began to squeeze the moist center of her red panties. For a brief moment, thoughts of Rick and their plan left them. Slade ran her fingers through Elaine's long, full bodied, curling blonde hair. Her other hand slipped under the tight elastic top lining of Elaine's panties and pressed her young cunt against hers. They were linked by a new kind of love.
Elaine flustered and pushed Slade away. "Hey! We can do that later! We have something to do first!"
Slade took a deep breath and patted at her hair. "You're right."
Together they stooped to the floor and began to lift the limp body of Mr. Cory. His head and arms dangled about lifelessly. The women strained and groaned as they got him high enough off the floor to throw him onto the-bed.
Slade ripped away the rope's clear, plastic cover and pulled out its neatly wound length. She looked up to see dear Elaine straining with Rick's jacket. Her ass was round and inviting.
Slade wished she could really fuck her. Like a man. Before she returned to the bed to give her young lover assistance, she glanced towards the bottom drawer. Something was in there that Elaine didn't even know about. Slade's wish would come true in a very short time!
When Rick was completely naked, the temptingly clad women spread out his arms and legs. He was lying on his stomach. Slade lifted Rick's keychain from the pocket of his jeans and began to cut strips from the brand new rope.
The night before, the new lovers had laughed about how they would tie Rick up. It had all been worked out. They weren't laughing now. The vengeance Slade sought was rooted in all the abuse dear Rick had given her. He was cruel and evil. He spotted her weaknesses and exploited them. She had to get even.
Elaine's lust for revenge was rooted in the abuses Mr. Cory had heaped upon her in class. He had also caught her fucking two boys at the same time and resented him for it. Mr. Cory was so high and mighty. He was beyond reproach. He was so smart and so sure of himself! The way he swaggered around school and the way he worked over the other girls in his class enraged her. She had never even entertained the thought that she would be able to get even. But now she could! Slade had shown her the way.
Slade and Elaine looked at each other and smiled. They were such a good team.
Slade slipped one length of the rope under Rick's stomach and tied a firm knot at the small of his back.
With another length of the rope, she tied it to the one now firmly bound to his waist, then she helped Elaine tie his wrists together behind his back. Together, they then tied separate lengths of rope to each of his ankles. The ends of each of these were firmly knotted to the corner headboards at the front of the bed.
With a recently learned expertise, Slade looped the rope she pulled around the center of the bed's headboard and then moved to the back of the bed where she knotted it finally to the center of the bed's footboard. It was a macabre scene. Rick's head rested flaccidly on his chest as he knelt upright, unknowingly prepared for his deserved punishment.
At that moment, Rick began to regain consciousness. Slade jumped up and raced towards the dresser. She smiled wickedly as she lifted out the same black whip Rick had used on her so brutally the previous week.
He opened his eyes. "What? What's going on! Slade? What are you doing? Elaine? I mean, Miss Carter? How? Why? I'm tied up!
Why you little bitches! Let me out! Release me!"
"You see Elaine over here, eh? Well, she's with me now. Look at her sweet, fucky body. She's given it to me. The hate you welled up in me for her last week has all changed. She's my lover now!
"But you! You vicious bastard! You must pay!"
Slade jumped up on the bed and pulled Rick down by his hair. She then swung the whip high above her head and brought it down with a crash across his naked buttocks.
"Ahhhhh!" he screamed. "You bitch! When I get out of this I'll teach you a lesson you won't ever forget!"
Slade pulled Rick's head down into a prostrate position. She opened her legs and squatted on the back of his neck. The whip rose high above her head and came crashing down upon the reddening flesh of Rick's buttocks.
He cried out in pain every time the leather made contact. "Ahhhhh! Please stop!"
"Get on the bed, Elaine. Dear Rick wanted to ass fuck you so badly. Well, give him your ass honey! Shove your little hole right into his mouth."
Their three bodies contorted weirdly on the bed. Slade's crotch rode the back of Rick's neck. Her arm swung the whip wildly. Elaine stooped her asshole right into Rick's lapping mouth and almost got herself entwined in the complex series of ropes pulling at Rick's bound body.
Slade tired of her beating and lifted her legs off of Rick. He was then free to concentrate on eating out Elaine's asshole. It was an act of humiliation macho Rick thought he could never enjoy. But there he was, lapping like a thirsty dog.
Elaine turned around suddenly and plowed her hot cunt right into Rick's face. The pain of Slade's lash had made his buttocks a fiery red. His face had winced every time the whip made contact. But now that all seemed like it happened a long time ago. He slurped at Elaine's incredibly delicious pussy as she humped at his wet, dazed face.
Neither of them could see what Slade was doing. She had retreated from the bed and silently stepped over to the chest of drawers again. Her face possessed a strange, violent smile as she stooped over and lifted a bizarre piece of leather from the bottom drawer.
Elaine was very close to orgasm now. Her pussy dribbled Rick's saliva and her own pre-orgasmic juices. Slade spied her tiny asshole as he got nearer and nearer to the two laboring bodies.
She jumped up onto the bed like a stalking cat about to strike. Her hands grabbed Elaine's tits and squeezed until the hot, dazed teen cried out in pain.
"What are you doing? Why did you...."
Her words broke off as Slade thrust the strange apparatus growing from her crotch directly into Elaine's asshole. Incredibly, all twelve inches of the brutal leather thing plowed into the teen's stretching hole.
"Ahhhh! Oh no!"
Elaine wilted like a slain, slave girl. Her body dangled over Rick as Slade plowed the strange apparatus into her asshole with a relentless fury.
"You see Rick! The little bitch you wanted to ass fuck so bad is mine! Ha, ha, ha!"
Elaine rolled off Rick and crumbled like a hot ball of ravaged flesh. She fell from the bed onto the floor with a dull thud.
The young girl began to roll about the floor groaning. Both of her hands were clasped on her bleeding asshole.
Slade had really ripped her up. The scene repulsed her. She looked at Rick. He was screaming obscenities at Slade. She slapped him repeatedly until he was quiet. He just knelt there, a victim of his own lust for bondage, Elaine moaned on the floor.
"You fucky little bitch! You love that thing up your asshole and you know it!"
She turned towards Rick. He stared at her with a blank expression on his face. "And you! How do you like your bondage, eh?"
She spat in his face. A thick clot of white saliva hung from his cheek.
Slade began to dress. Before she left the wasted bound pair she made one phone call. It was to the locker room of the Endover High football team. She knew that they were playing Barton High that very night.
She also knew that Endover would beat her old high school's team.
She sat on the bed fully clothed. It took awhile before she got to speak to anyone.
"Yes!" she started. "You're the captain of the team, right? Good! Listen. First of all I want to congratulate you on your smashing victory over Barton tonight. You're welcome! There's something else. You know Mr. Cory, don't you? That's right. Well, he's giving a party tonight in the team's honor. Yes. He wants all of you to come. It's at the Triad Motel on Windsor Street. That's right. In Barton! Yes. Room twenty-one. The door will be unlocked."
Slade hung up the receiver and looked towards Rick. Terror and defeat had infected the face that once was held so proudly. He would be found just the way he was at that moment. Elaine lay on the floor. The force of the dildo's plunge had put her into a zombie-like state. Slade looked at her and then rose.
"We wouldn't want you to leave before the rest of the party shows up, now, would we?" the dark dominatrix sneered at the young white slut.
Slade walked over to Elaine and grabbed the young girl by her blond tresses, yanking her cruelly to her feet.
"But before I leave you, you little whore, I want you to taste my pussy juice for the last time. One for the road, you might say. And I want you to remember, I want you to remember real good just what black pussy tastes like, you honky bitch!" Slade husked at the trembling teenager.
Elaine, her asshole still red, sore and pulsing from the aftermath of the dildo's fierce assault, nevertheless managed to raise a spark of defiance in her eyes as she looked up at her cruel task-mistress.
"You can go fuck yourself, Slade!" the girl spat. "I'm not taking any orders from you, you whore!"
In a minute, Elaine was sprawled helplessly on the floor. Her cheek was beet-red from the impact of Slade's knuckles. Slade lifted her foot and pressed the spiked heel of her leather boots down on Elaine's breast.
"You'll do what I say, and you'll like it!" she commanded. To prove her point, she dug the pointy heel of the boot into Elaine's already tender nipple, making the teen cry out in pain. And as she stuck her boot into Elaine's tit, she brandished the whip over her head. She gave her wrist a sharp flick and brought the harsh tip of the leather instrument down violently on Elaine's body.
The blonde girl screamed in pain as the leather whip bit into the creamy flesh of her thigh. A long red welt formed as, repeatedly, the harsh Negro woman whipped the girl into submission.
Elaine moaned and writhed in pain under the black boot of her mistress. Finally, she cried out in anguish. "Alright! Alright! I'll do it! Slade, stop! I'll do it, I'll eat your cunt!"
"Will you like it?" Slade asked menacingly.
"Y-y-yessss," Elaine stammered.
Slade crashed the whip down on her again, this time the lash bit into her tender young breasts.
"Say, 'Yes, I'll like it, Slade,' you little slut," Slade commanded.
"Yes, I'll like it, Slade," Elaine cried out.
"And will you drink my cream?" Slade inquired sadistically.
"Yes, I'll drink your cream, Slade," Elaine answered.
"Then get to it!"
Elaine rose to her knees and positioned her head between Slade's chocolate thighs. Tentatively, she approached the dripping red and pink slit that parted Slade's kinky black muff. But Slade was in no mood for waiting. She wrapped her hand around the back of the blond's head and forced Elaine's face deep into her crotch.
Elaine's mouth made contact with Slade's gooey twat with a loud 'slurp.' She was revolted by the copious amount of cunt juice that splattered over her nose, her lips and her chin. It was pungent, musky and strong. The taste was a sweet and sour concoction, very sharp, that made the young girl feel as if she had thrust her face right into a barrel of bleu cheese.
"Now, bitch, lick!" Slade ordered, punctuating her command with a sharp crack of the whip against Elaine's blushing buttocks.
The young white slave began to lick at Slade's soaking cunt. Her tongue dove out to plunge itself into the black dominatrix's flowing cavern. She flicked the tip of her pink snake up to tease Slade's throbbing clit.
Slade, her hands still pushing Elaine's face between her thighs, threw her head back and began to moan. The faster Elaine ate her out, the louder she moaned until, in a short while, she could feel the waves of her orgasm crashing and breaking through her shivering body.
When Slade was done coming, she lifted her boot and kicked the girl back down on the floor. She looked down at Elaine and grinned fiendishly. The young girl had her whole face covered with the sticky come from the black woman's snatch.
Slade had to move quickly. In a short while, the football team was going to show up for the party. She wished that she could be around to see their faces as they walked into the room and found Mr. Cory and Elaine.
Dear Rick was still tied securely to the bed, struggling in vain against the bonds that held him tight. He'd be no problem. But Slade didn't want Elaine to escape, so she took the leftover rope and quickly bound the teenager's hands and ankles together. Then, as an added punchline to her little 'joke' Slade picked the girl up and tossed her on the bed, so that her mouth was positioned directly beneath the drooping, long cock of her humiliated teacher. Slade then tied Elaine in position and stepped back to admire her work.
"Yes sir," Slade thought, 'those football players are in for one nice surprise!"
