Fawn Woodley crossed her shapely legs and stared out of the car window, ignoring her father.
"Your mother and I have had enough," her father, Sam, said. "You've been thrown out of five schools now for bad behavior, but this school will get you into line fast."
Fuck you, thought Fawn. She was a tall, blonde beauty, with free-flowing locks falling well past her shoulders. Her eyes were dark and wide apart, and her generous lips were set in a pout below a straight nose with flaring nostrils. Fawn had a pair of high, thrusting tits that strained at the thin blouse she wore. Her waist was slim and held tight by a wide belt and her ass cheeks swelled under her short skirt. Below that, her legs led down to a pair of trim feet in white stockings and matching high-heeled shoes.
But Fawn was untouchable, even to the boys who dated her. The first hint of a hand on her tits and the young man had his face slapped. Fawn watched the trees passing as the car rolled along the interstate. Sex - it was disgusting, utterly disgusting, particularly after that night, when she had seen the punishment of her sister.
She had awakened then to hear her father almost shouting, and her older sister, Kerry sobbing and pleading. Fawn had gotten out of bed and dressed in nothing but her thin nightie, had tiptoed to her parents' bedroom door. Somebody had forgotten to lock it and it stood slightly open. Her heart beating with fear, she peered in.
Inside, stood her father with a short whip in his hands. From its handle several strips of knotted leather hung down, and he swung them slowly against his thigh. He was dressed in tight pants, and even Fawn could see the enormous bulge in the front of his crotch. On the bed sat Fawn's mother, Diane, her legs casually crossed, leaning back on the pillows as she smoked a cigarette. Her robe was open to expose her tits.
In front of her father stood Kerry, weeping and pleading. She was shorter than Fawn, though she was two years older, and she had her mother's complexion and dark hair as well, cut close around her head. She had large tits, and her ass was full. She stood there now in a short summer dress, pale stockings and her best high boots.
"Please, Dad," she wept, "please, I won't do it again, I promise."
"That's what you said last time, girl," said her father. "I won't let any of the boys touch my tits - you said that, didn't you?"
Kerry wept again.
"Didn't you?"
"Yes, Dad."
"I told you then what would happen, didn't I?"
"Yes, Dad. But please, please-"
"Take that dress off."
"Oh no, please, Dad, please, I won't-"
"If I have to warn you again ... "
Kerry sobbed and pleaded again, but her fingers went up slowly to the neck of her dress and undid the top button. Her father spread his legs and ran his hand over the bulge in his pants.
"Get the stool set up, Diane," he said.
"Oh no, please, Dad," pleaded Kerry, but he swished the whip through the air and she hurriedly undid another button.
Fawn was fascinated and horrified by the machine her mother was rolling out of the locked wall closet the two girls were never allowed to go into. It had a square frame that stood some six feet in the air. Attached to it was a sort of bench with two thin, padded pieces about three feet apart. Above them were padded metal pipes with leather thongs attached to them, and the whole thing moved on a set of ratchets so that it could be raised and lowered from the floor to the top of the main frame.
"Your dress," snapped her father.
Kerry's desperate fingers unhooked another button and her dress opened to the waist, showing the small uplift bra beneath.
"Set it up, Diane," said her father.
Kerry opened the last button and let the dress fall away from her trembling body and onto the floor. She stood there in just her bra, matching white panties, stockings and boots now.
Slowly her father walked up to her while Diana locked the frame of the bench into place. "Take the bra off," he said.
"Oh please, Dad, please, pl-aaaagh!" Kerry sobbed as her father stepped back and swung the whip expertly around her body and across the cheeks of her ass. As his arm went back, she gave in. "Oh yes, all right, Dad, all right.
He nodded as she let the bra drop. He walked behind Kerry, still examining her beautiful body.
"I think she's ready for the next size," he said over Kerry's shoulder to her mother. Diane smiled and went back to the closet.
"Oh, Daddy, don't please don't," Kerry sobbed, trying to turn to him. The whip cracked again, and Kerry screamed as he lashed into her ass once more.
"Bend down and hold your ankles!" snapped her father.
Still sobbing with tears rolling down her young cheeks, Kerry slowly bent down and put her hands around her ankles. Now her ass was high in the air, protected only by the thin white panties. Her legs spread, offering the most tempting of targets. For a long while her father stood back, admiring the helpless young girl's body, slowly rubbing his cock through his tight pants. His daughter softly wept and pleaded in vain with him.
Meanwhile, Fawn watched with growing horror as her mother came out of the closet with an enormous hard plastic dildo in her hands. Fawn knew enough to understand that it was shaped like a man's cock. She watched as her mother went over to the dressing table and took a jar of cream and opened it, staring all the time at Kerry and her husband. Diane took some cream from the jar and ran it over the huge plastic prick until the whole surface was glistening. Then she went back over to the machine and slipped the cock over a tight spring that came up from the exact center of the two padded boards so that it bobbled as she flicked it. Diane slipped a catch across, and the monstrous thing was ready.
Kerry screamed as her father slashed the whip across her ass cheeks. Thin red lines formed on the flesh not covered by the panties.
"How many boys did you let touch your tits?" demanded her father.
"Oh please, Daddy. pl-aaagghhh!" Kerry screamed as the whip bit into her soft ass cheeks again. "Only one, only Bill, the one! Aaaggghh, oh please, please. Aaaaaagghh!"
"Try that again," said her father, holding his hand above her, the whip dangling.
"Three of them, three, just three .. "
"That's better," said her father. "And did you let any of them do anything else to you?" The whip dangled and flicked slightly.
"No, no. Aaaagghhhhhhh, oh, shit, oh, aaaaaagggghhhh! Yes . . . yes! Aaaaggghhhh! I let Jack put his aaaaggghhh, oh please, I'll do anything, please!"
"You let Jack do what?" asked her father, the whip circling above her red and sore ass.
"I let Jack put his cock between my tits and rub it up and down," Kerry confessed.
Outside the door, Fawn almost choked in shock.
"And then what?" demanded her father, giving her another cut of the whip and getting another scream from the tortured girl.
"Then he shot all that white stuff over them," Kerry sobbed, her ass cringing and trying to get away from the dreadful leather. She screamed as the whip caught her again. "And then I licked it off his . . . his cock, and he took his finger and made me lick it off that when he took it off my tits. Oh please, Daddy."
She twisted her head around, trying to see what he was doing. Her fingers held compulsively onto her legs. She was too terrified to let go.
"And then?" asked her father.
"And then I let Dave put his cock in my pussy and I let Bill put his in my mouth and they both did it until they . . . until they shot in my mouth and up inside me. Please. Please." She moaned, taking another vicious cut of the whip.
"Take your panties down!" snapped her father.
Kerry slowly, still keeping bent at the waist, slid her panties down her stretched legs and, with great difficulty, stepped out of them. Now, all she had on were her stockings, held up by garters at the tops of her thighs, and her soft boots which reached almost to her knees. Her ass cheeks were flaming red already, and she moaned and gasped in fear as she put her hands back on her ankles and waited.
"Now that was very bad, wasn't it?" said her father, softly now, almost caressing his daughter with his words.
"Yes, Daddy, yes," sobbed Kerry. She groaned as he came up behind her and ran his hand over her stretched, pained ass.
"Ten more strokes of the whip for that," said her father, "and then we start to punish you." His fingers ran into the crack between her legs and caressed the throbbing lips of her pussy. "Ten is right, don't you think?"
"Oh yes, yes, Daddy, whatever you say, yes!" Kerry shouted. Then she screamed as he pushed a finger deep into her cunt, almost raising her entire body on his hand.
"Good," said her father. "Come here, Diane."
Smiling, his wife let her robe fall away from her body and came over to him. Diane had a great body, one she had kept in shape through the years of their marriage. Her pussy mound was smaller, but just as dark as Kerry's. She threw her robe on the floor, and, in nothing but a pair of red, crotchless panties, slid to the floor in front of her husband. She opened the zipper of his pants.
Fawn almost died from shock as her mother pulled his enormous cock out. His prick was fully twelve inches long, and Diane could only just get her fingers around his cock as she pulled his prick to her and gently licked at the rigid tip.
"You make me come before the ten strokes and it'll be you on the machine first," said her husband.
Diane chuckled and ran her mouth deep onto his thrusting prick.
"Sure Sam," she said. "I'll give you the first shot on nine, how about that?"
Fawn's father grinned and raised the whip and slashed it into her ass.
"One," said her father and Diane slid his cock into her throat until it almost vanished between her willing lips.
Outside the door, Fawn almost fainted. Her family was so depraved-she was going to have nothing to do with any of them, ever again.
"Two," said her father and Kerry screamed and her ass rolled in the air as more red stripes were added to it. "Three."
Kerry begged and moaned, but her father raised his hand. Diane held his cock deep in her mouth, and her throat muscles worked on his prick as he whipped Kerry again.
"Oh fuck, ohhhh!" screamed Kerry as the whip came down again.
"Five," said her father, his cock fucking in and out of Diane's hot little mouth, the cum boiling in his balls. "Six! Seven!"
Kerry screamed as the leather whipped into her flesh. Her ass cheeks jiggled.
"Eight!" her father yelled. His cum was shooting out of his balls and starting the long run down his cockshaft.
"Oh, Daaadddyyy, please!" screamed Kerry as the whip lashed into her ass again. The force knocked her forward, and she half fell, bracing herself on the carpet with her hands. "Oh God."
"Get up, girl, I haven't finished," snarled her father.
Fawn watched, her heart pounding so hard she was sure they could hear, as she saw white liquid pour out of his huge cock and into her mother's mouth. Diane sucked greedily, rubbing the hard prickshaft with her hands. Kerry was moaning and trying to get back into position to take the last stroke of the whip.
"Get up, you little whore!" her father shouted as his free hand grabbed at Diane's head and forced her harder onto his pouring cock. "If you don't get the full ten by the time I've stopped coming, I'll whip your ass until I come again." Fawn gasped as she watched Kerry struggle back upright and bend at the waist, clutching her ankles once more. Her mother leaned back and took spurts of the white stuff from her father's cock all over her lips and cheeks. Once more her father, Sam, raised the whip.
"Ten!" He yelled and slashed Kerry over her ass.
"Aaaaggghhh!" Kerry yelled. She collapsed in a sobbing heap on the soft rug, clutching her agonized ass.
Sam held his wife's head as she sucked the last of the cum from his cock. Then he told her to keep on sucking until he told her to stop. Diane murmured gratefully and took his still-throbbing prick into her mouth again and softly sucked.
"Get up, girl!" Sam snapped.
Kerry slowly struggled back to her feet again, her cheeks stained with tears.
"Go wash your face off," her father told her, "and then get back in here."
Still weeping softly, Kerry went into the bathroom. On the carpet her mother still sucked at her father's cock, and Fawn could see that his prick was almost as hard now as when the white stuff shot out. Fawn wanted to run away in disgust. She clutched her stomach in fear and nausea, but something held her there.
Chapter Two
Fawn was still there when Kerry came back into the room. Her face was washed but she was still crying, and her hands tried to comfort her sore ass cheeks. She stood near the door of the bathroom and tried not to look at her mother who was still sucking on her father's cock.
"Come here, girl!" Sam snapped.
"Oh, please, daddy"
"Get over here if you don't want that ass of yours heated up again."
Kerry gave a sob and almost rushed over to her father.
"Kneel," he said.
Slowly and reluctantly his daughter sank to the floor beside her mother. She knew what she was going to have to do, but she still couldn't look at him.
Fawn was weeping now. She just couldn't believe the evil things that were going on in the room. She could hardly believe it as her mother got to her feet and waited with her husband as Kerry slowly reached out and took her father's cock in her trembling hands. The two adults waited while Kerry sobbed and held onto the huge cock, slowly bringing the prick closer to her young ripe lips.
Outside the door, Fawn thought she was going to throw up. Her stomach turned as Kerry pleaded with her relentless parents.
"P . . . pl . . . please, pl-" She was cut off as Diane took her brutally by the hair and pulled her head back.
"Do as you're told!" her mother snapped and flung her back until her mouth was only inches from the horrible prick she had to suck.
Kerry gave in. She took her father's cock in her fingers and began to work the skin of his prick up and down, slowly rubbing. Kerry lowered her head with another sob and let the tip of her dad's cock run into her red lips.
"Lick it," said her father.
Kerry let her little tongue run over the hard prickhead. Softly she let his cock sink deeper between her young lips, her fingers working on the prickshaft all the time.
"Now suck it like you sucked those boys' cocks," said her father. "Make it feel good for me you little whore, 'cause if it goes soft I don't want to think of the trouble you'll be in."
Fawn, too, sank to her knees as she watched her sister pull her father's cock deep into her mouth and start a soft sucking action. It was horrible, almost too horrible for Fawn to think about.
Fawn watched her father take Kerry by the hair and force her mouth farther onto his prick, talking to her all the time about how she was a little slut and he was going to teach her not do all those whore things with those boys. Kerry had stopped crying, or perhaps her mouth was stuffed too full to let any of her cries get out. She stayed where she was, sucking as she was told to do.
Meanwhile, Diane had gone over to the machine and had pulled the sides apart so that the metal frame balanced the center like four legs, leaving the tall metal tubing accessible from either side. She took the leather thongs hanging from the tops and tested them, then doing the same with the bindings around the padded stools at the bottom. Then she turned a wheel and checked that the central piece ran up and down as she wanted it to.
Kerry couldn't see what her mother was doing, but a sob escaped her lips as she heard the creak of the wheel.
"All done," said her mother brightly.
Fawn peered around the door like a terrified animal as her mother went back to Sam as he stood there, his cock fucking in and out of Kerry's mouth, his prick as hard as ever.
"I'm sure she can take it deeper than that," said Diane and she came up behind Kerry and took her by the hair again, but with hands this time.
Kerry's moans and screams could be heard even with the terrible cockshaft blocking her throat. Diane leaned in on her daughter's head, her hands in Kerry's hair forcing the cock deeper and deeper into her mouth until she was gagging. Kerry's body convulsed as the shaft of cockmeat blocked her air, but still her mother forced the prick deeper until the young girl had swallowed the cock right to the balls. She held Kerry there for several seconds before she pulled her back and tossed her back to the floor.
"There," said Diane, "I told you she could do it. You just have to be firm enough with her, my dear."
Fawn wept silently as she watched her sister gasping for breath and gagging on the floor. Then her parents brutally picked Kerry up and carried her to the machine. She was lifted onto the padded benches and forced to kneel. Then the bindings were wrapped around her calves and the backs of her knees, so that her legs were pinned helplessly apart. The great plastic cock rubbed along the front of her pussy mound, and Kerry started weeping and sobbing at full force again.
They put the leather thongs around her wrists and pulled them brutally tight. Then the ropes attached to the thongs were flung over the tops of the pipes. Her father hauled them in until Kerry's arms were stretched right to the highest pipe. Her whole body strained, pulled as if on a rack between her bound legs and tied wrists. She moaned and wept as her mother leaned on the ropes to keep them tight and her father bound them to either side of the main frame. Kerry was held utterly helpless.
The sight terrified Fawn, but obviously turned her father on. His cock seemed to grow another three inches as he came around and looked at his bound daughter. Her arms, stretched so high, had drawn her tits up so that they stood out from her chest, the trembling mounds of tit flesh totally open to him. All Kerry wore now were her soft boots and the stockings, and they seemed to accentuate her open legs and the waiting dildo between them.
Sam was in no hurry. He reached out and ran his hands over Kerry's flesh, taking her nipples in his fingers and softly rubbing them. Kerry screamed and twisted on the ropes. Her father pinched her thrusting nipples had and held on as her screams sank to moans and she wept helplessly again.
"Put the cock in her," said Sam.
Diane came up, even as Sam kept the terrible pressure on Kerry's tits. Diane took the dildo and forced it down and along the crack of Kerry's little cunt. Kerry gave a final yell and almost collapsed on the ropes as the tip of the dildo sank past her cunt lips.
"That's better," said her father. He let go of Kerry's tits and stepped back. "Yes, very nice. I think you'd better gag her, my dear."
Diane rammed several gag balls into her mouth and held them in with a thick piece of fabric tied around her daughter's head. Kerry thrashed in helpless agony as she saw her father grab an even heavier whip than he had used on her ass.
Outside the door, Fawn saw her sister's wide eyes as she stared at the whip. The thongs were thicker and more tightly knotted and looked as if they would cut deeply into Kerry's soft flesh.
Sam stood in front of his daughter as she tried to scream through the gag and nothing came out. He swung the whip and looked into her staring eyes.
"Well, my little whore, now you get what was coming to you," he said, and his cock leaped. "Let those boys fuck you in the tits, did you?"
Kerry tried to scream, and she wrenched in futile struggles at the leather bindings, but all it achieved was to force the dildo up higher into her cunt. Her father slowly pulled his arm back. Her mother went over to an easy chair where she spread her legs and put them up on the arms as she watched the horrible scene. Her fingers went down to her cunt and slowly rubbed her hot clit.
Sam threw the whip hard across his daughter's heaving tits. Kerry couldn't make a sound, of course, but her body went berserk on the ropes and red lines appeared all over her soft flesh. She seemed even more helpless as the bindings forced her tits out to meet the whip.
Fear kept Fawn where she was and also stopped her from running in to try and make her father give up. She knew what he would do if he knew she had been watching, and the sight of that whip thrashing into Kerry's helpless tits was more than enough to hold her there, anyway.
Sam whipped Kerry's tits until the red lines vanished into one overall crimson mass. Kerry's nipples stood out, taking the brunt of each assault. As each stroke cut at her tits, her mouth widened and her eyes stared, but still no sound could escape the gag balls.
Diane spread her legs even wider and her fingers played with her pussy. Her eyes never left the sight of her daughter's tits. Suddenly Diane got up from the chair and went over to the machine. Sam didn't stop his methodical beating for an instant as his wife went to the handle and raised Kerry's body.
Then she went to another handle and Kerry strained and heaved, trying to get her body higher and away from the dildo that thrust deep into her with each cut of the leather whip. But again it was useless. Now Diane waited as Sam pulled the whip back over his head. Then, as the whip swept in and cut into Kerry's tits, Diane turned the handle and the padded benches opened wider. Kerry rolled as her thighs were pulled apart and the dildo was forced even deeper into her young cunt.
"This'll teach you to let boys fuck you," said Diane and turned the handle again at the next stroke.
Kerry's thighs were forced open farther. As Sam thrashed her tits, Diane turned the handle and Kerry was forced deeper and deeper onto the impaling dildo.
Fawn didn't know how anybody could take such punishment and she sobbed in sympathy with her sister and watched as the dreadful beating went on. Fawn watched her sister throwing her body at the whip as it came for her, watched her twist and ram her cunt down onto the dildo, watched her wrench harder. Kerry's head was thrown back. Her body rose and fell.
She suddenly went rigid for three strokes of the whip, then collapsed on the ropes, her head rolling forward, her body limp.
Sam stopped whipping her. He threw the whip aside. They lowered Kerry onto the floor, and Diane took the gag balls out of her mouth. Kerry moaned softly, but it wasn't like the moans and screams she had given out earlier. Diane got her a drink of water, and Kerry drank it eagerly and fell back on the carpet. Fawn thought that had to be the end of the evening, but she had forgotten about her father's still-rigid cock. He gave Kerry a few minutes to recover. Then he stood over her on the floor.
"Time you said thank you to your mother, little girl," he said.
Kerry didn't even protest. "Yes, daddy."
Kerry got to her hands and knees and crawled over to where Diane lay back in the chair, her legs open, her little pussy waiting. Kerry sank straight between her mother's legs and her mouth softly ran up and down the inside of Diane's thighs. Then she kissed her mother's open pussy lips.
Sam came up behind his daughter's still-red ass. He pulled her to her feet so she was bent almost as far as she had been when she got her first whipping. Fawn saw him take her sister's slim hips in his hands and guide the rock-hard mass of his cock to her delicate pussy entrance. She screamed once before her little mouth went back to her mother's cunt and sucked. Sam almost lifted her body off her legs with each thrust of his fucking cock.
It didn't take either of Fawn's parents long before they were groaning in ecstasy. They had been so aroused by the punishment they had given their daughter that nothing could stop them. Diane threw her head back and forced Kerry harder onto her cunt as she rolled in the chair.
Meanwhile, Sam was about to unload his second load of cum. He held Kerry's hips even tighter and pulled her right off her feet until she hung on his cock as his spunk jetted into her cunt.
The two of them used and abused Kerry until they were both spent, and the young girl held onto the chair, her tits heaving as she tried to get her breath back. Fawn saw her father pull his still-hard cock out of his daughter's cunt and walk to her head between his wife's thighs.
"Clean it off," he said to Kerry.
As the obedient little slave took his cockmeat into her mouth and licked away the drops of cum that still clung there, Fawn rushed away, into the other bathroom and threw up very violently for what seemed to her like hours. Then, terrified and weak, she crept back to bed and lay there in the dark, trying to think of what to do.
She heard Kerry leave her parents' bedroom, creep along the passage to the bathroom and take a shower. Then Kerry went into her own room. Through the thin partition between their rooms, Fawn had expected to hear weeping. But there was absolute silence, and Fawn couldn't understand.
Fawn lay awake all night and, in the morning, was amazed to find that Kerry was her usual cheerful self and acting as if nothing had happened, through she wore a high-necked blouse to conceal her still-red tits. Fawn thought desperately about what she had seen for days, but couldn't come to a conclusion. Finally she decided that all of them were against her, doing things like and never letting her know what perverts they were.
So the only thing left to do was to run away from home.
Chapter Three
Nobody had ever explained to Fawn the dangers of hitchhiking, so she thought nothing of it when a man in a big car stopped and offered her a ride. She had been walking a very long time, having left her home even before the rising of the sun. She eagerly accepted a ride from the man, whose name, he told her, was Jeff.
Fawn tried to start a conversation with Jeff, to pass the time, but the man remained silent, staring ahead most of the time. After a while, Fawn shrugged and gave up.
She thought nothing was amiss until the man turned off the main road, heading down an isolated path. Finally the man stopped the car and turned to Fawn.
"Little girl like you shouldn't be hitch-hiking," Jeff said. "Never know what might happen."
"I think I better get out," Fawn said.
"No, stay where you are," he said, and he restrained her with his hand on her knee.
Fawn struggled, but Jeff was too strong for her. There was nothing she could do as he pulled her shorts down, tearing them. He ripped her shirt up, exposing her tits.
He pulled his pants down and pushed the front of his underwear down just enough to get his cock out. He turned her slightly, shoved her legs apart, and fucked his prick into her tight young cunt. She screamed at the violent entry.
Jeff slapped her face as he fucked her. Her tears flew with each savage slap. And then the rapist was shooting his spunk into her bloody pussy.
The man threw her out of the car shortly after that and sped away in a cloud of dust. Fawn picked herself off the ground, then picked up her few possessions, which had also been thrown out, and began to walk.
She tried to check in at a motel, but the clerk became suspicious and called the police. They found out who she was and sent her home. She was too terrified to tell them why she could not go home. In the end, she had no other choice but to return to her parents.
She had expected to go through the same torture Kerry had had to endure. She didn't understand that her father already had the slave he wanted, and, besides, he knew Fawn wasn't ready yet. They decided to send her to a school away from home.
So Fawn began to run away from the schools. It went on until now, her staring out the window and her father driving her to this new place where she would stay until she ran away again.
Running away this time would be more difficult she realized as the school came into view. The school was very isolated, at the end of a long gravel road. It didn't look as if there was another house for miles, but she was still determined to escape as they pulled up on the wide approach to a brick building that once must have been the mansion of somebody very rich indeed. It rambled in every direction and even had its own stables. They were greeted at the door by two large and well-muscled porters and taken up to the headmistress's study.
"The new girl," said one of them as they ushered Fawn and her father in. A tall, severe looking woman looked up from her desk as they came in.
"Ah," she said, "Mr. Woodley, and this is Fawn. Good."
Fawn decided that the woman would have been beautiful if she didn't have her hair back, tightly held behind her head, and if she wasn't wearing the most unflattering dark suit with a long skirt.
"I'm Miss Randle," she said, still looking Fawn over. "I believe Fawn has a history of disobedience."
"Yes," Sam Woodley said, "she's going to need much stricter discipline than she got at any of the other schools."
"Oh, I can assure you we have the strictest of discipline here," said Miss Randle. "Oh, please sit down. Would you like some coffee?" She and Fawn's father chatted while Fawn stared moodily out the large windows, ignoring what went on in the room. She hardly even noticed when her father got up and said goodby to her. She turned her head enough to give him a contemptuous stare, and he left without another word.
"Well," said Miss Randle. "If you would like to go into that room there and change into his uniform, we can get started.
"I'm not putting any fucking uniform on," Fawn spat.
"Oh come now, let's not get off on the wrong foot on your first day," said Miss Randle, a hint of steel in her voice. "Put the uniform on. It is all you will wear while you're here, except for games of course, and then I can take you to the other girls."
"Fuck off," said Fawn, turning back to the window.
"I will give you one last chance since this is your first day," said Miss Randle.
"Fuck off."
"Right." Miss Randle went to the other side of the window where Fawn could see her father driving away. Miss Randle opened the window and called down to the two porters. Less than a minute later the two of them were in the room looking very menacing indeed.
"This is Stuart and Frank," said Miss Randle. "The way you are behaving, you will see a lot of them. Over my desk."
Fawn gasped and tried to run, but the two men grabbed her instantly. She yelled, but, before she knew what was happening, she was face down over the desk. Her arms were held tight while the men leaned on her back. She couldn't even struggle.
"Please let me know when you are ready to put the uniform on," said Miss Randle.
"Fuck you, you shitty bitch!" Fawn yelled.
She felt the woman flip her short skirt up over her ass until it was exposed not only to her, but to the gazes of the two men as well. Futilely Fawn tried to kick Miss Randle, but she was held too tightly for that. Then she felt the head mistress run her fingers along the sides of her thin panties and draw them together until they fitted into the crack of her tight little ass.
Then Fawn heard a swish, and the most terrible pain shot through her body. A thin stick had landed square on her ass. Fawn screamed. She jerked on the hard desk top, trying to get free. Three more times the pain leapt out from her ass and over the rest of her body and each time Fawn swore and struggled.
"Ready to put your uniform on yet?" asked Miss Randle.
"Fuck off!" Fawn screamed, planning to escape from this place that very night. A long walk, but it would be worth it.
Then she forgot all about escape as the cane landed again and she screamed. Now Miss Randle was putting the whole of her arm into the delivery, and pain was spreading in continuous waves all over Fawn's helpless body. She screamed at each stroke and wept, but the two men still held her and the horrible cane added steadily to her agony.
"Aaahhh, ooogghhh, ohhhhh, shiiittttt, ohhhh," Fawn moaned as the strokes went on.
"Ready to put the uniform on?" Miss Randle asked.
"All right, I'll put the fucking uniform aaaaggghhhhh!"
"Pardon?" asked Miss Randle.
"I'll put the damn uniform on. Aaaggghh, shit what did I do?" Fawn asked as the cane landed again.
"Let me explain something to you," said Miss Randle, giving the young girl another hard thrash with the cane. "You get a beating for every swear word we hear from you." She whipped the cane across Fawn's ass so hard the girl screamed again and almost passed out. "And you call me Miss Randle, every time. And it's `yes, Miss Randle,' or `no, Miss Randle,' whichever way I want it. Do you understand?"
"Yes," said Fawn. The cane landed yet again. "Yes, Miss Randle!"
"Good, now let us start again, shall we? Are you ready to put that uniform on?"
"Yes, Miss Randle."
"Good. You will now go into the other room with Stuart and Frank here because you obviously need watching. They will bring you back in here when you are ready."
The thought of having to undress in front of the two men almost made Fawn rebel again, but her ass was too sore and her spirit was broken for the moment. She was going to get out of this place whatever it took. Her arm were released and she stood up slowly. Miss Randle handed her a pile of clothes, and the two men took her into the room next door.
Inside, there was a table, nothing else nowhere for Fawn to hide. The two men stood there, watching her, and she could see the hug lumps in their pants.
Trying to keep the men from seeing her body as much as possible, she slipped her blouse off and put it on the table beside the school uniform. Then, under their fixed gazes, she undid her short skirt and let that fall. Now all she had on were her bra, panties, stockings and shoes. She reached for the pile of clothes.
"Everything!" snapped Frank.
Fawn gasped with fear. She was going to be utterly humiliated. "No," she said.
"Very well," said Frank.
Fawn watched in horror as he unclipped his belt and began to slide it out of the top of his pants. "All right, all right, I'll do it, I'll do it, Frank, honest I will." She blanched as he showed no sign of slowing the dreadful slide of his belt away from his pants. "Please, Frank, I'll do it, whatever you say, honest, honest." She sighed with relief as he slowly slid the belt back around his waist.
Almost reeling with fear, Fawn unclipped her bra and let it fall away. She almost broke into tears again as she saw the two men leering at her naked tits. There was no way out. She took off her shoes. She unclipped her stockings, ran them down and off her wonderful legs, then unclipped the garter belt and let that fall as well. Now she were only her tiny briefs which had been no use at all against the cane. Struggling with her conscience every inch of the way, Fawn drew the panties down her legs and stepped out of them, standing in front of the two men. Their hard cocks were clearly outlined against the fronts of their pants.
"Spread your legs!" Stuart snapped.
With a low moan, Fawn did as she was told. Both of them walked around her and examined her luscious young body with great care. Neither of them touched her, which vastly relieved Fawn.
Fawn got another shock. The school uniform was clearly designed to show off every curve o her body to the best advantage-a pair of thin, transparent briefs which hugged the curves o her ass and clearly showed her pussy hair; tight, quarter cup, uplift bra, which thrust h tits high and gave her a deep cleavage and still showed the men her nipples, which added hardly anything at all as it was as low cut as the bra at the top; black mesh stockings; a black frilly suspender belt; high-heeled back pumps; and one-piece black dress that fitted her like a second skin. A single flick of her body and the men would see right up to her pussy and ass cheeks again.
"Mmmnnn," murmured Frank. "Pull it straight."
Desperate to comply, Fawn pulled the dress down until there was hardly a wrinkle showing. Then she had to straighten the seams of the stockings.
"Stand up," Stuart said. "Now walk around. Good. Lift the skirt and bend over the table. Now. Good. Quite a sight, eh, Frank?"
"Yeah," said Frank. "Stand up. Turn to face us. Yeah. Spread your legs again. Yeah. Now slide the skirt up just a bit. Wanna look at that pussy of yours, blonde too, all fits, huh?" "Good," said Stuart. "Now, into the other room."
Chapter Four
Miss Randle was waiting for them. "That's much better," she said. "The rest of the clothes you will need will be in the dormitory, Fawn. Now, come with me and we will take you to your class."
With the bulky figures of Stuart and Frank a few paces behind, Miss Randle led Fawn along endless corridors. They went up a set of stairs and Miss Randle knocked on a large wooden door. Miss Randle opened the door and almost had to push Fawn in. Stuart and Frank stayed outside, and Fawn was grateful about that.
Inside the room were ten girls, all at separate desks and all dressed in the same revealing school uniform. There were several unoccupied desks as well. Miss Randle pointed to one of them, and Fawn scurried over and sat down. On the raised podium stood a harsh-looking woman, brunette, hair just to her shoulders and dressed all in black.
"This is Fawn, the new girl," said Miss Randle. "This is Miss Jones, your teacher for today. I hope for your sake she has none of the trouble with you that I had."
"Yes, Miss Randle," Fawn whispered. Her ass ached on the hard bench from the whipping. She glanced around at the other girls. Some of them met her gaze, but most looked away, seeming to be frightened themselves.
"Good," said Miss Randle and swept out of the room.
Miss Jones ignored Fawn and went on naming the pages of the mathematics books the class had to do by the next day. Having no books in front of her, Fawn just sat there, feeling so desperate and lonely she almost broke into tears again. That night, that very night, she was going to run away. She wasn't going to take any more of his punishment.
"And here are the results of the test last week. Hand them out, Janet," Miss Jones said.
A girl near the front, with long brunette hair, a short shapely body and long legs, got up. Her dress seemed even shorter than the one Fawn had on. It came well above her stocking tops and, with each movement, swayed to show her ass cheeks and tiny briefs. Janet had an arrogant air about her as she walked around, giving out the test papers and watching as the girls studied them with evident fear. When she had given out the last one. Janet walked slowly to the teacher's podium and sat down on a chair there, looking out over the other girls and smiling as she crossed her legs.
"Well now," said Miss Jones. "Some of you didn't do well at all on the test, did you?" She smiled nastily and several of the girls almost whimpered. Miss Jones came to the front of her podium and leaned back on her desk. She was smiling and running a rod about two feet long through her fingers. "One of you, however, did very badly indeed."
The girls looked helplessly around, trying to see who that girl might be.
"Do you think it was you, Jenny?" Miss Jones asked.
Jenny gasped and her voice trembled. "I ... I don't know, Miss Jones."
"You perhaps, Kathy?" The rod slapped into Miss Jones' hand.
"I don't know, Miss Jones."
"No, it was the inevitable one-Gay," said Miss Jones, swinging around to face a small pretty girl with blonde hair who screamed and buried her face in her hands. "Come up here, Gay."
"Oh, no, please, Miss Jones," Gay sobbed. "Please!"
"Get up here, girl!" Miss Jones snapped. "Unless you want things to be really painful for you."
Shaking with fear, Gay got slowly out of her seat. As Gay stood up, Fawn could see her better and she noticed the girl's small firm tits sticking out of the low neck of her uniform. Gay stepped onto the podium.
"You got less than five percent," Miss Jones said, "didn't you?"
"Y .. yes."
"Bend over my desk."
"Please don't, Miss"
"Over."
Gay sobbed, but she did as she was told, bending over the dark wooden surface of the teacher's desk. Her fingers reached out and grasped the far side, holding onto the edge, where the top overlapped, as if for dear life.
"Spread your legs." Miss Jones went up behind her and lifted her short skirt until it was around the girl's waist.
Fawn looked around the room. All the girls were concentrating on the scene at the front of the class. There was an air of expectancy in the room. Fawn tore her gaze away and looked to Janet, who was sitting in her chair and looking straight into Gay's agonized eyes. The young girl clutched the tabletop and her whole body was bracing itself.
Behind her, Miss Jones examined her ass. "Somebody whipped your ass for you yesterday."
"Yes, Miss Jones."
"Well, who was it?" Miss Jones snapped impatiently.
"Miss Menson, Miss Jones. I was late for gymnasium, I had to go"
"I see. Well, we don't want too much of a good thing, do we?" Miss Jones took a step back and considered for a moment. "Stand up!"
Gay shot back to her feet.
"Stand against the wall," Miss Jones said, "facing out."
Miss Jones reached out and in one movement pulled the low top of Gay's dress away from her tits and lashed across them with the rod.
Gay screamed, and Fawn looked away as the red lines spread instantly across the soft flesh. Gay was not fast enough to stop another two strokes with the savage rod. She screamed again and tried to pull away, but Miss Jones had the front of her dress and held her by it.
"Now," said the teacher. "I'm quite prepared to teach you several lessons in one, and don't try to get away. You know what will happen if you tear the dress. Now, get against that wall." She released Gay and the terrified girl backed up instantly to the wall, where she stood with her back to it, her whole body shaking. "Get your hips out."
Gay slowly put one foot away from the wall and then the other until she was braced against it by her shoulders alone. Her back bowed out until her ass was right over her feet.
"Now open your legs," said Miss Jones.
Fawn looked at Gay and shuddered. She could now imagine something of what was coming next, but she couldn't imagine how Gay could keep that position. Her back had to be pained, and her legs had to hurt even worse. Not only were they bent out from the wall at a steep angle, but they were also spread wide. All Gay's weight was on her shoulders, pushing against the hard plaster wall.
"Lift your dress. To your waist," Miss Jones said menacingly.
Gay's hands, trembling so hard she could hardly control them, reached down and took the hem of her short skirt. Gay raised the skirt until the whole of her panties were in view, revealing the blonde pussy mound beneath. She closed her eyes and bit her lip.
Miss Jones ran the tip of the rod over the thin material and into the crack of Gay's pussy. "Your stepmother warned us how stubborn you are," said Miss Jones softly. "We are going to teach you to behave properly however long it takes. Aren't we?"
"Y . . . yes, Miss Jones."
"That's better." Miss Jones took the rod away and walked closer to the helpless girl. She ran a finger down over Gay's panties. "You little slut," she said. "Getting damp are we? Well, we shall have to teach you not to do that, shan't we?"
Miss Jones drew back, lined the rod up and whipped it viciously upward into Gay's wide-open cunt. Gay screamed and sobbed, her body shook and she almost lost her position on the wall. The second blow stung into the top of Gay's thigh. Gay wept. Her body shook with each blow.
Miss Jones placed each blow with precision. She whipped Gay across her cunt and upper thighs, changing each time so the girl never knew exactly where the rod would fall. Gay's screams became almost continuous as the rod beat into her. The red-colored flesh spread down her legs as the teacher whipped her down to the tops of her stockings. But most of the blows landed on Gay's little pussy. For each blow on her thighs, there were six or seven on her cunt. Gay's hands twitched and her body rolled helplessly on the wall.
Fawn tore her eyes away from the sight and looked at the other girls in the room. She got another terrible shock. All of them were watching the beating with wide eyes, and at least half of them had their own legs open. Their hands were inside their panties and they were finger-fucking themselves as they watched Gay get whipped. Fawn couldn't believe it.
Fawn decided she would take Gay with her when she ran away that night. The two of them would escape and make a new life, just the two of them, in some city a long way away. Poor Gay, up there against the wall, her pussy being beaten unmercifully, her screams echoing around the room. It was awful.
Fawn realized she had her own legs tightly held together, in sympathy with Gay. But a nasty feeling, one she shouldn't have felt, was rising from her cunt.
Janet casually got up from her chair and picked up a thin cane from the desk. Fawn watched in new horror as the arrogant girl walked over to where Miss Jones was still thrashing the rod into Gay's red and throbbing cunt.
"Ohhh, aaagghhhh, ohhhh!" Gay screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her body contorted now, almost throwing itself off the wall at each pounding stroke of the rod.
Fawn saw Janet reach in and pull the top of Gay's dress right away from her tits, so only the tiny uplift bra protected them. The red lines given Gay's tits by the rod were still clearly visible. The twin tit mounds heaved up and down as Miss Jones continued her thrashing. Janet pulled Gay's tits up and out of her bra, pulling it down until it barely supported them at all.
Janet lined the thin cane up so it ran right across Gay's nipples. She held it there, waiting. Miss Jones doubled her whipping of Gay's cunt. The rod flashed upward, and Gay's body twitched and turned and her fingers pulled and tore at the hem of her dress. She kept holding it up as she was told to. Miss Jones stopped whipping her thighs and concentrated closely on her pussy. The rod slashed in. Gay screamed. Then, as the next stroke from Miss Jones swept upward, Janet pulled the thin cane back and lashed Gay right across her nipples.
Gay leaped off the wall and bounced back. Her scream tore through the room. Fawn glanced at the girl next to her. The girl was leaning back in her seat, her eyes glazed as her fingers worked feverishly on her little cunt. Under her panties they dug deep into her pussy hole, and her other hand rubbed her clit for all she was worth.
Three more times Janet slashed the cane in at the same moments Miss Jones whipped Gay's pussy.
Gay's head was thrown back. Her shoulders no longer took any of the weight of her body. Janet cut her right across the nipples. By the second stroke, they stood out a darker red than the mass of painful flesh.
At the fourth twin blows, Gay gave one last scream and fell to the floor, her body contorting, her hands running over her tits and pussy where she had been so cruelly beaten. She was gasping and moaning, and her body rolled as she pulled and rubbed. Slowly, as Miss Jones and Janet stood by watching, the moans sub- sided and Gay lay still against the wall, her breathing ragged, tears staining her face.
"So let that be your lesson for today," said Miss Jones. "You may go and clean up, and put your dress in order. But don't be long, we have the weekly test today."
"Yes, Miss Jones," said Gay and scrambled to her feet as fast as she could. She ran out of the classroom.
Fawn looked around her. The other girls in the class had taken their hands out of their panties and had their dresses back down their legs as far as they would go. They sat, waiting.
"Give out the tests, Janet," said Miss Jones.
Janet dropped a test paper on Fawn's desk and kept walking. There were history questions on the paper, and Fawn hadn't the faintest idea what they were about.
"Please, Miss Jones," she said, her stomach turning in knots even as she raised her hand.
"Yes?" said Miss Jones, turning away from a book she was reading.
"Please, I haven't studied th-this part of his-history," Fawn stuttered.
"Then you won't get very good marks, will you?" said Miss Jones. "At least, not on the test."
Fawn burst into tears as she realized how trapped she was. Tonight she was going to escape.
Chapter Five
The rest of the day was an ordeal for Fawn. Fawn made several attempts to talk to Gay, but it was always impossible. Even at mealtimes, Fawn had to sit where she was told, and Gay was several tables away. On top of that, there was a strict no-talking rule, and only the privileged girls, like Janet, could break it.
The food was actually very good, better than at any school Fawn had ever attended. If she had been hungry she would have enjoyed it.
There were just over a hundred girls in the school.
Finally all the girls were sent to their dormitories, and Fawn was sure she would get a chance to speak to Gay. She needed her-Gay would know the ways out of the place, and that would save Fawn a lot of time.
Under the eagle eye of Miss Jones, all the girls had to strip and take a shower. Then they had to get into the tiny nighties provided and stand in line as Miss Jones inspected them all.
"Very well," she said at length, "take over, Janet."
A giggle ran around the room, and Fawn tried to run over to Gay, but she was stopped instantly. Three of the girls had her by her arms, and a circle was rapidly forming.
"So this is the new girl, is it?" somebody asked.
Fawn realized the lights were still on. Miss Jones hadn't switched them off, like teachers were supposed to do. She cringed in the grasp of the three girls, none of whom she had seen before she had come into the dormitory. There were about twenty-five of them there in all, and Fawn couldn't see a friendly face in any of them.
"Nice body," said someone else and hands ran over Fawn's ass.
"Stop it," she pleaded, "stop it, please." "Oh, but you're going to have so much fun tonight," said another voice. "It's initiation night."
Fawn burst into tears again. Her proud face and pouting lips collapsed as she hung in the girls' hands and begged for mercy. The girls laughed at her, and hands reached for her nightie and pulled it away from her tits. She found herself lifted up by several more of the girls and carried over to one of the beds.
She found herself flung on her back on the bed, and hands held her arms out, pinning her down. Then several of the girls started to pull her legs apart. She screamed as loud as she could. A vicious slap across the face stung her into silence. Above her, stood Janet, looking at her calmly.
"Now, if we get any more stuff like that we're going to whip the shit out of you," Janet said. "Nobody's going to save you. I just don't like noise, and you shut your fucking mouth."
The hands were on Fawn's legs again, pulling them open until she was spread- eagled. The Janet went down and ran her fingers over Fawn's blonde pussy. Janet slid her fingers into Fawn's cunt, and Fawn stifled a cry as the pain from her dry passage and the friction of Janet's hands went through her.
"Well, how about that, girls?" said Janet. "She has been fucked. When did you lose that, honey?"
"I was raped," Fawn said, sure she would get some sympathy from them over that. "In the back of a car, when I ran away from home."
"Well, how about that?" said Janet. The girls around Fawn all laughed.
"Take that off her," Janet instructed and the girls parted to let her out.
They tore the nightie from Fawn, leaving her totally naked. Then they hauled her to her feet and shoved her back into the room. In front of her, the circle parted. Fawn saw the bench that stood there and she stifled another sob. She saw a low bench, but the legs could obviously extend like those of a gymnasium horse. Indeed it was like a gymnasium horse, except that it was thinner and the padded leather covering the surface was black. But there, in the middle, was an immense dildo, like the one her father had struck up her sister Kerry.
Fawn didn't have to be told what was going to happen. She looked around the circle. All the girls were waiting in anticipation, every one of them, and then Fawn caught sight of Gay. Gay looked as delighted at the prospect of torturing Fawn as the rest of the girls did. There was nobody in the world who was going to save her. Fawn's shoulders shook as she stared at the bench.
"Why don't you go and sit down?" said Janet with a dangerous smile. "On that nice bench over there."
For the first time, Fawn noticed the whip she was carrying. It was longer than the rod Miss Jones had beaten Gay with, and was made of woven leather, about four feet long, and she didn't have to be told how much it would hurt. Putting that dreadful big thing up her would be easier than getting another beating, Fawn decided, so she walked slowly over to the bench.
Fawn put one of her long legs over the bench. The huge cock hovered near her pussy, and she could see that it was on a spring, just like the one her father had used.
"Now put that up your pussy," said Janet. She stood at the top of the bench, the whip in her hand, while the rest of the girls gathered round to get as close a look as they could.
Her body shaking, Fawn took the cock and put it at the mouth of her cunt. The thought of it going up into her body revolted her, and another sob escaped her lips.
Fawn tried to work the huge dildo into her cunt. But it was difficult. Her passage was as dry as a bone from her fear, and the cock was far bigger than anything that had gone in there before. Pain shot out from the contact as the cockhead forced its way inside her.
"Sit down," Janet commanded.
Fawn forced the dildo in another fraction of an inch, but the pain was too much and she gave up.
Four girls grabbed Fawn's tits instantly. Then another girl was behind her, pushing at her back while the first four girls pulled her arms behind her. Fawn stood there, with the dildo just inside her pussy, her arms held tightly back and her tits shoved out farther than normal.
Janet walked round so that she was on Fawn's right hand side. Softly she laid the whip across the jutting tits. "Sit down."
Fawn looked around. Already, girls were reaching to caress their pussies. And, most disgusting of all, one of the senior girls was sitting on one of the beds, her legs spread, while another girl, her tits just forming, ran her tongue over the older girl's hot clit. It was all so sick. Fawn sobbed and tried again to force the rock hard cock into her pussy.
She saw Janet take the whip back. She saw it come down, directly at her tits. She saw it hit directly across her upturned nipples, watched it dig deep into her flesh, then pull away as her tits bounced with the pressure and red marks formed across them.
Agonizing barbs of pain shot through her tits and into her body. She heard her scream and felt her body jerk. New pain shot up from her cunt as the cock forced its way deeper into her pussy. The whip was coming in again. It hit just below the first line, shoving her tits viciously upward with the force of the blow. The red stain of pain spread over her flesh. Her nipples stood out, hard as if aroused by the tenderest of caresses. Another vicious slash landed just above them, forcing her tits down this time. Her whole body wrenched and heaved, and the dildo sank another inch into her pussy.
But there was still a lot of dildo to go before she would be sitting on the bench. Fawn saw the whip go back again, then flash in on her tits, now red and painful all over. As her body jerked and the cock rammed deeper into her pussy, Fawn found that it was somewhat easier. In desperation her pussy was lubricating, allowing the monster dildo to sink into her. Her legs spread and, as pain from the whip went through her again, she dropped farther, allowing the dildo's head to go almost to the top of her cunt. Another slash across her tits and she almost slumped all the way down. At last, she was sitting on the bench, the great big cock inside her cunt.
A murmur went around the circle as Janet held her hand and put the whip down. "You take a fucking lot of persuading," she said. "It's gonna be a painful night for you if you go on like this. Okay, fix her up and one of you get the boys. I'm sure they can't wait for this."
Fawn almost stopped crying she was so scared again. On the bed, the senior girl was still getting her pussy sucked, and other girls were openly rubbing their pussies as they watched. With each movement of her body, Fawn felt the cock rubbing the walls of her cunt, sending more pain into her body. She tried to keep still, but the girls were moving the front of the bench. Each push and pull of the bench sent new waves of pain through Fawn's body.
Then she felt her ankles being taken and locked firmly into clasps that came out from the legs on the floor. Her hands were taken and cuffs put on them behind her neck. Now she was entirely helpless, held on the bench, open to whatever the might want to do to her.
Suddenly Fawn felt the bench rising between her legs. One of the girls was cranking it up, forcing the dildo farther up her cunt, while the rising bench stretched her legs until they were rigid on either side of the leather horse. Fawn moaned as the pressure increased, and, by the time the girl stopped, Fawn was painfully straddled on the horse, her legs unable to move an inch.
"Come in, boys," Janet said.
Fawn saw five boys. They were all young. They were all naked, and every one of them had a hard-on. That wasn't surprising. As the boys lined up in front of Fawn, the girls crowded around, and their hands went greedily to the boys' cocks, rubbing them and pulling at them.
"Careful, girls," said Janet. "We don't want to bring them off too soon."
Reluctantly, the girls let go. The five boys stood looking at the luscious young girl tied to the leather horse, her tits red from the beating, her legs painfully stretched, her arms behind her.
"Well, who goes first?" Janet asked brightly. "I do," said one of the boys. "I wanna come all over her tits."
"Fine," said Janet. "Debby, Faith."
Two of the young girls in the dorm came forward instantly. Giggling, they led the boy forward until he was only inches from the bound Fawn. Fawn stared as he grinned and ran his fingers over her sore nipples.
"Yeah," he said.
Debby and Faith knelt beside him. Smiling, they both reached out and took his cock in their hands. He groaned as two wicked little mouths kissed the tip and two tongues ran up and down his cockshaft. First one of them and then the other sucked his cock into their mouths. The two young girls worked the boy up to a fever pitch very quickly. His hands went out and held Fawn by the hair, puffing her head down until her face was only just above Debby and Faith as they sucked and shared his cock.
Suddenly Janet slashed the whip across one girl's ass as the girl reached for another boy's cock. "Do that again before I tell you and you'll be over the bench," she threatened. "Now suck me or get another ten strokes."
Greedily the two girls sucked the boy's cock, each trying to get his prick deeper into her mouth.
"Oooooohhh yeah," he said. "I'm coming girls now pull out when I say so." His hips went wild as he fucked his cock in and out of one little mouth while the other kissed and licked the inside of his thigh. "Yeah, now!"
The little girl sucking him pulled away, while both of them kept their hands on his prickshaft. For a second nothing happened, and then, to Faith's utter horror, the white stuff shot out, pumped harder by the girl's willing fingers. Cum arched through the air, gobs of spunk shooting over a foot to splatter into Fawn's tits. She sobbed at the humiliation, but she couldn't move. Not only was she helpless on the bench, the boy still had her head in his hands.
Endless spurts of cum shot over Fawn's tits, running down her sore flesh while she stared in horror. The boy was yelling in ecstasy as he shot.
"Don't waste his cum," Janet snapped.
With giggles of pleasure, the two girls reached in and licked the last of his cum as it oozed out of the boy's cock.
"Right, you two," said Janet when they had cleaned the boy's cock. "You got that mess on her tits, you clean it off."
Again the two girls giggled and turned to Fawn. The girls leaned in and started licking the boy's cum off her tits. The girls were laughing and sharing the cum, running spunk from mouth to mouth, their hot little tongues caressing each other.
The feel of their mouths on her tits was giving Fawn strange feelings. At each lick, the sensations would travel down, to meet the feelings coming up from the dildo inside her cunt. Then they took one nipple each and licked and sucked, even though they had gotten all the cum by now. Fawn felt herself going weak. The pain from her tits and legs was submerging under this new feeling as the young girls worked at her. She moaned and shifted as far as she could on the cock, her hips thrusting helplessly as the feelings grew.
"That's enough, girls," Janet suddenly said.
Fawn burst into tears again and tried to move. But all she could do was rock back and forward on the bench, and that sent more of the feelings from the cock in her pussy.
Chapter Six
Another of the boys was brought forward. He was even younger than the first one, but his cock was as hard and he stared at the bound girl. "I want her mouth," he said.
"Oh no," Fawn wept.
Whatever they did to her she wouldn't submit to that. She strained against the bonds on her ankles, but the bench and the great big cock just pushed harder up into her pussy and she moaned in the total frustration. She nearly fainted as the boy was led up to her, his young cock sticking out from his fuzzy hair. Two of the girls knelt at his feet and ran their tongues lightly up and down his prickshaft and the boy heaved his hips, grabbing for their heads.
"Don't make him come," Janet warned, coming behind Fawn. "Bend forward."
Fawn closed her eyes and vowed to take anything rather than allow herself to let that hideous cock into her mouth.
"I said bend forward," said Janet.
Fawn braced herself for the pain. Several of the girls grabbed Fawn by the shoulders and bent her down. She struggled and creamed but it was no use. Slowly, she was forced to bend at the waist, the huge dildo bending with her and rubbing the walls of her pussy. Shots of fire burst from her cunt, spread through her body as she yelled and twisted, try-to bite the girls who were forcing her lower. Finally, with the dildo burning in her cunt, Fawn was bent until her upper body was horizontal, and her face was only inches from young boy's cock. The pain in her body was intensified. Not only were her ankles still bound and the bench pressing up against her clit, the dildo forcing the walls of her cunt apart, but she had no support for her head. Her arms were helpless behind her and only the girls holding her prevented her from slumping forward into an even more terrible position.
"Suck that cock," said Janet.
"No, no, never!" Fawn screamed.
"Your ass has already been whipped once today, this one will be even worse. Suck it."
"No. I won't, whatever you do to me. I won't." Fawn's voice sobbed and broke, but she was determined not to give in.
"Let me tell you what I'm going to do if you refuse once more," said Janet, coming round to Fawn's head. She took a handful of the long blonde hair and pulled Fawn up until the two of them could see eye to eye. "If you tell me again that you won't suck that cock, I'm going to beat your ass until you beg to suck it, then I'm going to beat you while you do suck it and until you've sucked every last drop of cum out of it."
On a table, a boy was fucking another girl while the remaining three boys stood waiting their impatience very evident.
"Come on," said one of them, "I wanna fuck that bitch."
"And so you shall," said Janet," as long as you like, and anyway you want. Just wait. Keep them happy, some of you, but don't let them come, or you'll be over the bench while you get them hard again. This is your last chance, Fawn."
"No!" Fawn screamed, summoning all her courage.
"Hold her," said Janet and walked back behind the crying girl. The whip swished through the air.
Fawn screamed as it cut across her ass cheeks. "No!" she yelled. "No, aaaggghhh, no!"
The girls holding her, bent her down farther, so that her ass was forced higher to meet the whip. The pain seared out from her ass, meeting the sensations coming from her cunt where each lash of the leather forced her pussy harder on- to the dildo. The pain mingled with the feelings from her cunt and the hard rubbing her clit was getting from the bench. She sobbed and wept, still yelling at each stroke.
Her screams became continuous. Her body rolled as much as it could on the bench, thrusting up and then viciously down as the whip caught her ass.
"Shit, she's tough," Janet said, strapping the whip into her again.
"The cunt's gonna come," said one of the girls.
The whip sang into her flesh again and again. Fawn leapt and struggled against the hands holding her. "Ohhhh, ohhhh shit, oh fuck, oh fuck you, oh, fuck, fuck, ooohhhh!"
Her body rolled and struggled, and the most incredible, terrible feeling burst out of he stomach and rolled over her as she uttered a last lingering scream. She fell forward, almost blacking out as the pain reached its peak and crashed through her.
Janet stopped cracking the whip for a moment. "You ready to suck that cock now?" she asked.
Fawn was confused, semi-conscious, the feelings ebbing in her body. She moaned an struggled again. If she refused, there would another of those terrible beatings. She scream as the whip landed again and that decided it for her.
"All right, all right, I'll do it!" she sobbed "I'll, aaaagggghh, oh shit, oh shit ... "
"Beg to suck it!" snapped Janet.
"Oh no, oh, aaaaaggghhh, oh please, please let me suck that cock, please let me. Please.
"That's better," said Janet brightly. "He sure looks hot to me, he's sure to come very soon, so you won't have to take too many more stripes on this little ass of yours. Now let's get on with it."
The boy's cock was at Fawn's lips. She moaned and slowly opened her mouth. The boy reached forward and took her hair in his hands. The girls let go of Fawn's arms. Fawn moaned again as she hung there, supported only by her blonde locks in the boy's hands.
"Lick it," said the boy with a great satisfaction in his voice.
Desperately Fawn put her tongue out and licked the tip of his hard cock.
"Mmmmnnn, yes," said the boy, "lick it again."
Fawn did as she was told. The cock felt strange to her tongue, hard and rubbery and slightly salty.
"Now," said the boy, "let's see how you suck."
Slowly he forced Fawn's head down, and, for the first time in her life, the girl let a man's cock slip past those sultry, pouting lips and into her mouth. The stiff young cock ran back until almost the whole of the prick was inside. Fawn gave a muffled scream as Janet laid the whip on her ass again. But, already, the pain was different, somehow more bearable. Perhaps her ass had been whipped so much that day she couldn't feel it as much any more. The whip landed again. She groaned and sucked on the cock.
"Ohhh, yessss," said the boy, and he forced her head lower, fucking his cock up into her face.
His cock was throbbing, and Fawn knew it wouldn't be long before all that disgusting white stuff would come pouring out and she would have to let it shoot into her mouth. The boy's hands in her hair pulled her head harder up an down, and the whipping strokes she was getting came faster as Janet threw the whip with all he power into the red and painful ass cheeks.
Fawn screamed as the cum poured out. Jan gave her a fierce whipping, and Fawn held there the pain from the whip and the position she was held in sending her, again, almost out of her mind. She didn't know what to do with the cum. Spunk pulsed out, filling her mouth with its sticky, salty taste, and she let the cum run down, squeezing out of her mouth, down the shooting rod and onto the boy's thighs.
"Suck it down, swallow it!" Janet yelled she delivered another blow to Fawn's ass. Fawn couldn't hear her. She just held the cock in her mouth and let the boy shoot until he was done. The shots slowed to a dribble, and the boy let go of her hair. The girls grabbed her and pulled her upright.
Through a haze of pain, mingled with a feeling she couldn't describe, Fawn looked at the boy as he stood there with a great grin on his face. His cock still had slow gobs of cum forming at the tip, oozing out of the slit and rocking with the pulse of his gently jumping prick. Cum stuck in his cock hair and clung to his upper thighs.
"Take her off there. I'm giving you a break, girl!" she snapped to Fawn. "You lick all that cum off him and you won't get another whipping. Even if you do deserve it."
Fawn moaned with relief as the bonds around her ankles were released and they pulled her off the dildo. Then the cuffs on her wrists were taken off and she rubbed her terribly cramped arms.
"Now kneel and clean him off," Janet said.
"Give her to me first!" yelled the boy who had shot over her tits. He came running over, his cock pulsing, clearly about to unload another wad of cum. Fawn was forced to her knees and the boy rammed his cock in her mouth and grabbed her head hardly a second before he shot.
"Swallow it," Janet warned.
Fawn felt the whip caress her ass. She didn't have to be told what would happen if she didn't. The cum shot into her cheeks, and she swallowed, feeling the sticky goo slide down her throat, almost making her gag. The boy was swearing and pumping, holding her head still as he fucked in and out. Fawn swallowed and licked. As the last drops eased out of his piss slit, he pulled his cock back and watched he lick away.
"Shit," he said, "this shitty little cunt's learning at last."
No sooner had the last of his cum gone into Fawn's mouth than the second boy was back, his cock limp now, but the cum still hanging in his prick hair and clinging to his thighs.
Fawn moaned again at the degradation she was being put through. But she had no choice. She couldn't take another whipping. She bent her head down and licked at the hanging white gobs in his cock hair. They were difficult to g et out, clinging stubbornly as she licked and suck at them. But they were easier to take since she could swallow them at her own pace. Her mouth was saturated with the salty, sticky sperm. She moved down to his thighs, licking at his flesh. She was unaware of the close circle of girls standing around, watching, playing with their pussies as they saw the endless humiliation.
The boy's cock was getting hard. Fawn wondered if they would make her suck him off again. She licked at the last of the cum and leaned back, feeling utterly exhausted.
"Let me see," said Janet, turning the boy into the light and giving his cock and thighs a careful examination. "Not bad. I should make you get that bit, but these guys here are going crazy. Got to get them off first." She ran her hand over the second boy's now-stiff prick. "Who wants to get fucked?"
A chorus of girls cried out to be fucked. "Anyone you want," she said to the boy. "Sandy," he said, "on the bed."
Sandy giggled and fell across the mattress, her legs open, her fingers playing with her pussy. The boy leaped on her and fucked his cock into her steamy little pussy. With a circle of the other girls around them, each demanding to be next, he started fucking Sandy.
Fawn was picked up and taken over to the table. There they placed her on her back, her head was over one end, her pussy at the other. They pulled her legs back until they were almost over her head, and spread them until she was open and ready. She was too tired to resist.
The three boys left came over. One of them pulled Fawn's head back, until her mouth was level with his cock, then fucked in. In this new position, with her mouth and throat in a straight line, Fawn felt the prick slide right to the back of her mouth instantly. She moaned and felt him fuck back and forth. His cock wasn't long enough to go far down, but Fawn gagged anyway.
"Suck it bitch," he warned.
In desperate fear of another thrashing, Fawn managed to open her throat muscles and let his cock in. He grunted and fucked her mouth fast and hard, sliding only a few inches in and out of her throat.
Then there was another cock at the entrance of her cunt. She couldn't do anything but take it. Her pussy muscles could hold his cock much more easily than the dildo, so there was no pain, just the thumping of his body as he fucked her.
In her mouth, the cock fucked in to the hilt and out again. The boy's balls slapped against her nose and cheeks as he fucked her mouth.
He, too, was about to come. He yelled and his body leaped as his pent-up load was released. This time, nobody cared if Fawn swallowed or not. Cum shot down her throat and over her face as the boy yelled and came. She got as much of it as she could and then, her face covered in white fuck juice, the boy let the last drops fall over her lips and stepped away.
The last boy leaned his prick into Fawn's mouth. He had waited so long he came almost at once. Grunting and moaning, he forced his-cock as deep as it would go and let Fawn work on it. As he shot, so did the cock in Fawn's cunt. The girls held her tight as the boys let their spunk flow into Fawn's body. She sucked most of the cum down and was told to keep sucking as his cock went soft. As the boy in her cunt stopped shooting, the girls pulled him away and several groups of hungry mouths licked and sucked to get his cock hard again. Fawn had taken the first shot from all the boys now, and they were free to fuck whoever they wanted.
That night, most of the girls in the dormitory got fucked. But Fawn wasn't left alone at all. She had more than her share of work to do to get the cocks hard again after they had shot. Her feeling of rebellion deepened as the girls forced her into degradation after degradation. She was held down, inches from one boy's cock as he fucked a girl on the table. As he yelled and released, he pulled out, and Fawn had to take it all, once more, in her mouth.
The boys always pulled out of whoever they were fucking and shot over Fawn's tits, or into her cunt hair, or even over her ass. One of them shot over another girl's tits and made Fawn lick it all up. Not only that, several of the girls made Fawn lick their pussies as they were fucked, getting a better orgasm that way. Fawn did it all, terrified of more whipping if she refused to do anything. But she was now more determined than ever to escape.
Finally, none of the boys could get it up anymore. They had done well however, most of the girls were well and truly satisfied and ready to sleep. Fawn lay on the floor, utterly exhausted and frightened. They made her give all the boys a farewell kiss on their limp cocks and the boys went away. Fawn stumbled into bed and the rest of the girls giggled at her.
Tired though she was, and still in pain from her ass and tits, Fawn couldn't sleep. She resolved to escape that night. If she waited another day, she reasoned, it all might happen again.
The dormitory was quiet. She got out of bed and took her flat gym shoes out of her locker. They would be much better for walking through the woods than the high heels. The gym shorts and vest would also be better. Then, wrapped a coat from one of the racks around her, she tiptoed to the door and let herself out, carefully, silently. She crept down the corridor and realized she didn't really know where anything in the school was yet.
She found a set of stairs and walked slowly down, careful not to make any noise. At the bottom was a smaller hall than the main one she had come in through, but there was a door in the far wall that looked as if it might lead to the outside. Skirting the walls, she reached it and tested the handle. It turned. Trembling with fear, she pulled on the door. She went through, closed it behind her and was just turning round when lights went on.
There, a few yards away, stood Miss Randle with Stuart and Frank behind her.
"And where are you going?" asked Miss Randle icily.
Chapter Seven
They took Fawn and dragged the weeping, pleading girl down a set of stairs, along a dark corridor and flung her into a small room. The door slammed shut and she was left alone. For a long while, she couldn't do anything but lie on the cold floor and sob. Slowly she came around. The room was nearly bare-a bed, a chair and a desk, and that was all. There was one small window high on the wall and that was barred. The door, of course, was locked, and far too strong for her to break down, however hard she hammered at it.
Fawn tried to keep awake and find a way out, but she was exhausted. Eventually she collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.
They kept her in the room for three days. They gave her books and schoolwork to do and brought her all her meals. Fawn did the work more out of boredom than fear, because she knew what was coming.
Twice a day, Stuart and Frank would come in, strip her, examine the marks of the whip on her tits and ass and then rub oil all over her to speed the healing. They never spoke to her during the time, except to tell her to turn over, or bend down. The humiliation was complete, and Fawn hated that more than anything else. They treated her like an animal. Yet all the time she could see the enormous bulges of their cocks, pushing against the fronts of their pants.
Then, on the third night, Miss Randle appeared. She looked Fawn up and down, and Fawn gasped. Miss Randle wasn't dressed in the stiff, old-fashioned way Fawn was used to. Instead she had on a pair of high, thigh-length black boots with six-inch heels, a short leather skirt that came only inches down her luscious thighs, and a transparent top that showed her tits to perfection. She also had her hair falling over her shoulders. She tossed some clothes onto the bed.
"Take those clothes off," she snapped at Fawn. "I want a look at you."
Fawn obeyed. She only had a robe on anyway, and it fell to the floor at once. She was so afraid by now, she did anything she was told to do. She stood naked in front of Miss Randle and trembled as the headmistress walked slowly around her.
Miss Randle said at length: "You look right now. Put those things on."
Under the steady gaze of Miss Randle, Fawn did as she was told. First there was a tight bodice that confined her from just below her tits to below her waist. The top of the garment didn't cover her twin mounds of flesh at all, but shoved them higher, and a lacy strap went from the outside of her tits and around the back of her neck to push her tits up even farther. Suspender straps went down to hold up a pair of white stockings. She pulled on a tiny pair of panties. The outfit was finished by white high heels.
Miss Randle looked at her. "Almost might have tried a bridal veil," she said with a chuckle. "But maybe later."
Then Miss Randle fixed a thick leather collar around Fawn's neck and attached a long strap to it. Fawn trembled with renewed fear, but already she could feel a terrible churning in her stomach.
Miss Randle took the strap in one hand and jerked Fawn forward. "Come on," she said.
She dragged Fawn along with her, up the stairs and through a door Fawn had not seen before. They went along a passage and through another door and into a dimly lit, large room. Fawn gasped and her skin crept with fear. There were chains attached to the walls, racks of whips and cuffs, and several pieces of equipment that left no doubt as to their uses. Lolling around on two large sofas were Stuart and Frank. They got to their feet and strolled over.
"Well," said Stuart, "she sure looks right to me." He ran his hands over Fawn's tits. Stuart laughed and his hand shot out and slapped Fawn across the face.
Fawn stifled a sob and stood there as Frank held her arms and Stuart ran his hands over her body, feeling her tits and down to her cunt. Stuart's hand went between her legs and fondled her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties.
His hands went up and played with her tits again. She screamed as he pinched her nipples and held them as she shuddered.
Stuart went behind Fawn and held her arms for Frank. He too ran his hands over her, but then he leaned down and gently licked her nipples, sending more of those dreadful feelings through her helpless body. He leaned down and captured her right nipple between his teeth, holding and licking. Slowly he increased the pressure of his teeth, still running his tongue over the tip of her nipple. Fawn started to moan as the pain started. Frank cupped her tit in his hand and slid his teeth deeper. His tongue still slid over her nipple. Frank began to slide his jaw from side to side so that her tit was twisted in the horrible grip. He let go and took her left tit. He tightened his teeth even more, until Fawn's body was jumping wildly in Stuart's hands. Her nipple was being twisted and bitten, the pain flowing through her body.
"That's enough," Miss Randle suddenly said.
Frank stopped and took his mouth away from Fawn's tits. She moaned and hung in Stuart's grasp, the feelings surging through her body, leaving her with dreadful desires she couldn't even think about. Miss Randle came up to her.
"First we have to punish you for trying to run away," she said crisply. "Do it again and it'll be twice as bad as this. Put her up."
Fawn pleaded, though she knew it would all be futile. Frank and Stuart lifted her as if she were a bag of groceries and carried her over to a large square frame that stood some seven feet into the air. Fawn screamed, but Frank held her up while Stuart tied her wrists to the upper angle on each side of the frame. Fawn hung by her hands, widely stretched in a V shape. Then they each took one of her legs and stretched them apart too. They clamped restraints around her legs so that Fawn now resembled an X, and all the weight was on her arms, her feet were just off the floor. She moaned as the pain spread down her arms. Then Frank tossed the leather thong attached to her collar over the top bar of the frame and Stuart held it tight. The collar bit into Fawn's neck and she gasped for air.
"Gag her," Miss Randle snapped.
Stuart let go of the rope and went over to the wall. Fawn took the last chance she had to plead for mercy, but nobody was taking any notice of her. Suddenly four gag balls were shoved into her mouth from behind. She tried to make a sound, but it was too late. All she could do was keep her tongue back to stop the ball gags working their way into her throat. A leather gag was then tied around her mouth to make sure she couldn't spit the balls out. Stuart took hold of the leather attachment to her collar again.
She struggled in the grip of the bonds holding her spreadeagled. Her eyes widened as she saw Frank and Miss Randle approaching her, both of them with whips in their hands. Frank had one of the knotted leather ones. Miss Randle had a single, thin birch rod.
"Show her what she's going to get on her ass," Miss Randle said.
Stuart appeared, a long leather crop in his hand. Fawn moaned and her body rocked helplessly in the metal frame.
"Now this," said Miss Randle, "is what happens to girls who try to run away from here."
She drew her hand back. Fawn screamed as the whip came in, but no sound came out as Miss Randle thrashed her accurately across both tits, her nipples catching the full weight of the blow. Fawn's body contorted in the frame, then another stinging pain burst out of her ass. Stuart had laid his whip over her trembling asscheeks. Her eyes staring with terrible pain, Fawn tossed in the grip of the leather bonds, and she watched as Frank lined the heavy knotted cat-o'-nine-tails in front of her and threw it into her delicate pussy.
Miss Randle followed that with another heavy blow across Fawn's tits. Then her ass was beaten again and the blows started to fall, one after another, a gap of less than a second between each one. Pain surged out from each of the beatings, mingling, getting worse all the time. Stuart pulled on her collar and she almost choked as another blow from Miss Randle bounced her tits upward. The whipping went on. The pain got worse. Her whole body in utter agony, Fawn watched as Frank whipped her pussy through the thin panties. Her legs trembled with the force. Another slashing blow to her tits and ass and she went crazy with agony. The whips came in and she found herself screaming endlessly and helplessly into the gag balls. The collar was pulled tight again and her body twisted and twitched as she fought for air amid the pain.
Then it happened to her as it had happened in the dormitory. That awful feeling began to gather in her guts. Her utter helplessness made it stronger. She couldn't escape, she could only take the punishment and that thought alone fuelled the fire building in her body. At each blow of Frank's whip on her pussy, new flames were added. Her eyes closed. She didn't care when or if they whipped her. The pain in her arms from hanging from the frame vanished into the fire spreading through her whole being.
Her body twisted, her mouth gave one more silent scream into the ball gags and something exploded deep inside her. She didn't know what it was. She blacked out and fell.
She awoke slowly. She moved her arms. So she wasn't still tied up. She was lying down. She opened her eyes and standing over her was Stuart.
"Well, how about that," he said. His crotch was level with Fawn's face and she could see his cock bulging in the tight leather pants. "Now we start the training. Tonight you're going to learn a few things."
Fawn didn't know what to do. If she resisted, she knew what would happen- another beating like that would kill her, she was sure. But he was going to tell her to do some disgusting things, she was sure of that too. He pulled her up and shoved her down to her knees.
"Open the front of my pants," he snapped.
Fawn was trembling with fear so much she almost couldn't work his zipper. Eventually she found, it and slid it down. Fawn was crying as she reached in. Stuart wasn't wearing under-pants. His huge cock was right there. She took his prick and pulled his cock free. Fawn was terrified again. This wasn't some kid's cock. His cock was as big as her father's. The hard prick-meat throbbed in her hands and she didn't have to be told what she was going to do next.
"Suck it," he said.
Fawn slowly bent down toward the cock. On the sofa, she saw Miss Randle and Frank watching, enjoying the awful sight. Fawn's red, pouting lips made contact with the head of Stuart's prick. She knew she had to please him or there would be more pain, more whipping. She let her lips run over the hard cockhead and daringly licked across the slit where all the cum would shoot from. Fawn let her mouth open slightly and the cock went in, between her lips, and she sucked, running her tongue over the prickshaft.
"Tonight we're going to teach you to suck a cock right down," said Stuart. "Right into your throat. Our clients demand that, and they get it."
Fawn moaned. She could never take anything that big and swallow it all. His prick was too loong, too thick-she'd gag. She did her best, but only half would go in before the cockhead came up against the back of her throat and she couldn't take any more.
Above her, Stuart grinned and chuckled at her attempt. "That can wait," he said, holding her head. "You can give me a basic suck off before we start. We're all so hot we need some relief."
Fawn let him do as he liked with her. There was no way out, no escape. She had been deserted by everybody, especially by her family. She was a slave and there was nothing she could do about it. One day, one day, she would get out and then she would have her revenge.
Her head was forced harder onto Stuart's cock. Then he pulled back and let her tongue play over it, holding her by the hair, watching her lips as they closed around his prick, sucking and licking at his pulsing cock. Stuart had had enough from this chick. He and Frank had been made to dress and undress her, get her ready for this night, and he was going to take everything he wanted. He fucked in and out of that hot little mouth, and his fingers went down to Fawn's painful tits and pinched them again.
Fawn moaned as she felt his cock jumping and she knew he was going to come very soon. She would have to take another load of that stuff in her mouth. But that was better than another whipping. The very thought of a whipping made her suck more.
"Oh yeah," he said, and he pulled her hair painfully hard. He fucked in, and the cum shot into Fawn's throat. She could hardly breathe as fountains of fuck liquid poured into her mouth. The boys had never shot anything like this amount. Stuart yelled and fucked as he came.
Fawn sucked and swallowed as hard as she could. Somehow she managed to hold the streams of cum and swallow it all, the salty taste a familiar one, and not altogether unpleasant. Stuart's cock pumped and pumped, and still cum oozed out and into her mouth. He pulled her head back and watched her lick the last drops from his piss slit. Fawn swallowed the last drop of Stuart's cum and looked over at the sofa.
Miss Randle was leaning back and she was sliding her short leather skirt up over her thighs until her damp, dark triangle of pussy hair was visible. "Now we shall see how good you are at sucking cunt," she said.
Fawn knew what would happen if she showed the slightest hesitation. On her hands and knees, she scrambled over to the sofa. Miss Randle spread her legs and pulled Fawn's head closer. Fawn could smell the unmistakable odor from her cunt. Miss Randle's pussy hair was wet and matted. Fawn leaned in and ran her tongue over the spread pussy lips. Miss Randle gave a murmur of appreciation and opened her legs farther, pulling the girl harder onto her cunt. Fawn let her mouth open, and she sucked the hard bud of Miss Randle's clit into her mouth. Around her head Miss Randle spread her legs in their boots, and she pressed the heels in the small of Fawn's back, pushing down and then digging in, chuckling as the new pain spread into the young girl's body.
Then Fawn felt hands pull her panties down. A cock at the entrance to her pussy made her gasp. It had to be Frank. She moaned in pain as the strong male hands pulled her hips up even while Miss Randle's boots dug into her back. Suddenly Miss Randle pulled her head up by the hair.
"Keep sucking!" Miss Randle snapped and slapped Fawn hard across the face.
Before Fawn could react she was forced down onto the headmistress' cunt again. Desperately she sucked, opening her mouth, taking as much of the hot cunt flesh as she could. Then the cock behind her fucked into her cunt. Fawn couldn't help it-she gasped and rolled her hips as the prick went in. Frank's cock was bigger than anything that had been up there before, even the dildo on the bench in the dormitory. Her body rang with the sudden pressure as the prick filled her.
She heard Frank grunt as he hit the top of her cunt. His hands lifted her legs off the ground and held her by the hips as he fucked her. His cock seemed able to take the whole weight of her body as he fucked in and out of her. At each stroke, his body slapped against her still agonized ass and that heightened the desperate pressure on her. She licked and sucked at the cunt being pressed so hard into her face.
Miss Randle moaned with pleasure and worked Fawn's face up and down her slit, from her clit to the crack of her ass. "Bring me off before Frank stops shooting or he'll whip you the rest of the way," she warned Fawn.
Frank was as hot as Stuart had been. His cock throbbed and started to shoot its load. He held Fawn in his strong arms and pumped it high into her cunt. Desperately, Fawn clasped Miss Randle's cunt between her teeth and licked at her clit as hard as she could. The thought of the whip on her red and punished ass was too much to bear.
"Harder," Miss Randle ordered as Frank's cock pumped shot after shot of cum into Fawn's cunt.
Desperately Fawn sucked her headmistress' throbbing pussy flesh harder into her mouth, bit down on the pussy lips and clamped the clit into her teeth as hard as she could. She was rewarded with a groan of ecstasy from Miss Randle.
"That's it!" she yelled. "Harder, you little bitch!"
Frank's cock still shot cum. Fawn sucked as hard as she could, running her tongue over Miss Randle's clit while she bit the hard bud and chewed on it, clamping her jaws together, determined to find a way to please her mistress. Miss Randle screamed and her hips thrust up and down on Fawn's face while Fawn kept the pressure on her clit, biting and chewing as hard as she could. Miss Randle seemed to be tearing her flesh on Fawn's teeth as she rammed up and down, holding the schoolgirl's face to her cunt.
Her hips made a last great heave, and Miss Randle lay back with a great smile of amusement on her face. Frank eased his cock out of Fawn's cunt and walked around to where she still had her face buried between Miss Randle's thighs.
"Lick it clean," he ordered.
Fawn pulled her head away and did as she was told, her tongue running over the man's cock-meat.
"She's learning," said Miss Randle.
Chapter Eight
Miss Randle went over to a cabinet and got herself a drink. Then she went back to where Fawn was still licking Frank's cock. His prick had gone almost soft, but was still more than big enough to fill Fawn's mouth. She licked as he had told her to do, sucking his prick right into her throat and squeezing his balls gently. All over her body, the lingering pain of the beatings they had given her were a constant reminder of what would happen the moment she disobeyed.
"Here," said Miss Randle, shoving a drink in front of Fawn's face.
Fawn looked at the drink and her eyes widened, but she didn't dare stop sucking Frank's prick.
"Get your mouth away from that cock for a moment," Miss Randle snapped. "You need a drink of something, now take this."
Fawn slowly took her mouth away and took the drink. It was a spirit of some kind. The smell almost made her gasp. Slowly Fawn raised the glass to her mouth and took a sip. Miss Randle raised her hand. Terrified, Fawn took the glass and drank the fluid straight down. Her throat felt as if it was burning and she coughed and staggered, her stomach and lungs heaving.
Fawn gagged on the drink and tried to put her mouth back onto Frank's cock as he stood there impatiently, his legs spread slightly, waiting for her. She coughed again and got her lips onto the tip of his rapidly hardening cock. The drink was now warming her, spreading hot feelings through her still-pained body. She slid Frank's cock into her throat so she could show him how good she was getting. He chuckled and held her hair as he fucked farther in. His cock was now rigid enough that she could only get about half in her mouth before the prick hit the back of her throat and pushed against her seemingly unyielding muscles. Fawn remembered that Stuart had said she would learn to take all of it, but she couldn't imagine how. She was sure it would be another dreadful and painful experience, and her body shook with fear again. Frank held her head and fucked her mouth on and off his cock, watching as his prickshaft moved through those red, pouting lips.
"Okay, my turn," said Stuart.
Fawn was forced to move over, still on her knees, and take the other cock in her mouth. Stuart's cock was good and hard, too, and he just played with her, fucking as deep in her mouth as he could, then drawing back to make her lick and suck his prickhead.
Then, for a while, the two of them just took turns at her, fucking their cocks into her mouth until Fawn's jaw was aching.
"That's enough," said Miss Randle. Miss Randle stood in front of them with a long, fat and hard rod. The tip was rounded, rather like a man's cock, and the shiny black surface was slick with grease of some sort. "Put her over the table. I want to check her ass."
Fawn screamed and backed away, holding her hands over her face. The two men grabbed her and flung her forward, holding her by the arms. Then they carried her over to a waist-high, leather-padded table and threw her down. Fawn lost all her sense of reason at that.
"No!" she screamed, struggling in the strong male hands. "No, you can't do that, it's filthy, won't let you, I won't!"
Behind her, she heard Miss Randle chuckle. 'You know," she said, "this girl is one of the slowest learners I've had to deal with." She threw the black rod onto the table beside Fawn. "Well, you two get your cocks sucked longer while I teach her more obedience."
"No, no!" Fawn screamed, realizing what she had done. She struggled and rolled on the table, but it was no use.
"You have a choice," said Miss Randle, coming around to face Fawn with the long leather whip in her hands. "You can either take what's coming and keep your legs down, or you can be tied up and add at least ten more strokes with is. It depends on how I'm feeling."
Fawn gasped and her head fell onto the table. How could she choose from an offer like that? It was disgusting, it was so perverted.
She screamed as Miss Randle whipped her across the back of her thighs.
"Have you made a decision yet?"
"I'll do it, please don't hurt me too much, pl-aaaagggghhhh, oohhhhh please!"
Fawn's moans tapered off as she fell back onto the table. Miss Randle walked around the girl, admiring the tight curves of her legs as they pulled tight up to her ass as she bent over the table, The high heels and white stockings added to the sensuous picture.
"Okay," Miss Randle said. "Pull her tight."
Stuart grabbed Fawn by the head and pulled her hair until her face was over the end of the table and her mouth at the tip of his cock. Now Fawn's legs were even more firmly pulled against the edge of the table and her ass even higher. Her whipped tits rubbed painfully against the leather surface she was held against, and the torment already made its familiar way through her muscles. Without waiting to be told, she put her mouth over Stuart's cock, and her body trembled, waiting for the blow. Miss Randle didn't wait long. The leather whip cut across Fawn's ass again, and the girl screamed agony around the huge cock she was made suck.
But she kept her legs where they were, forced into the final humiliation of taking the beating without trying to get away. Again, Miss Randle whipped her and then laid into her ass until new red lines covered the whole of her tender flesh. Fawn wept and sucked on Stuart's cock while the agony seared through her.
"There," said Miss Randle. "Now are you ready for me to test your ass?"
"Oh yes, yes, anything you want, yes," Fawn pleaded, drawing back only a little from Stuart's prick.
"Hey," she heard Frank say, "I get my cock sucked too."
"Of course," said Miss Randle, "how stupid of me."
Fawn screamed and wept. "Oh please, please, just let me suck it, I will, will, I promise you I aaaaggghhh!"
"Be quiet, girl!" Miss Randle snapped. Fawn almost passed out at the thought she might be whipped again. Stuart let go of her and Frank took his place. She slid her mouth over his cock and let him fuck into her as much as he wanted. The whipping started again, and she moaned, sucking Frank's prick as deep as she could. Perhaps she could make him come and this terrible ordeal would end. Her ass was now a throbbing mass of agony, and each stroke of the whip sent more arrows of pain shooting down her stretched legs and up into her body. Then that awful thing started to happen to Fawn again. The pain began to mingle with the fire in her cunt, spreading out, sending her mind crazy as her ass rammed up and down on the table at each stroke.
Miss Randle stopped whipping her. Fawn gave a guttural scream and sucked Frank's prick right into her throat.
"Ready to do as I say?" Miss Randle asked Fawn could only moan. Her mouth was sucking Frank's cock in a frenzy and she only slowly got a grip on herself. She tried to take head away, but Frank rammed it down which made her suck him for several moments longer before he let her go.
"Shit," he said to Miss Randle, "I was about to come."
"You can have her later," said Miss Randle "Now, are you ready for me?"
"Yes, Miss Randle," said Fawn in a whisper. Her whole body was a chaos of conflicting emotions and extreme pain.
"Good," said Miss Randle. "Now, let see. She picked up the heavy rod and spread some more of the cream on it.
Fawn's head fell and she closed her eyes. Then she felt the pressure of the enormous dildo at the entrance of her asshole. She moaned from the humiliation rather than the pain. Miss Randle pushed the monster dildo an inch or so into the young girl's ass.
"Oh, oh ...
"Oh what?" asked Miss Randle.
"Oh please, oh please, you'll split me in two, please-"
"Nonsense my dear," said Miss Randle and leaned on the black cockshaft.
"Aaaaggghhhh!" Fawn screamed as the dildo sank another inch into her ass. The spreading pain from the invasion of her asshole was mingling with the pain from her thoroughly beaten ass.
"Not bad," said Miss Randle as she watched the cockshaft fuck into Fawn's ass. "Frank, you take over. I can't miss a target like this."
Fawn yelled as Frank pushed the dildo deeper. "Oh no!" she pleaded, "no please!"
"My dear," said Miss Randle, climbing onto the table and straddling Fawn's helpless body, "a lot of the people who pay to keep this school open insist on having every fuckhole there is to play with, and you wouldn't want to disappoint them, would you now?"
Fawn moaned as the dildo sank deeper into her ass and felt as if it was right up in her guts. Frank leaned on the dildo again, and Stuart held her tighter by the hair and forced her mouth onto his cock again. Fawn started a low, continuous moan. Frank was puffing the rod out of her ass, and then fucking the dildo in again, a vicious fucking that seemed to split her ass wide open at each thrust.
"Oh, look at that," she heard Miss Randle say from above her. "Look at that perfect little ass and that great big thing working in it. Stand back, Frank, and keep fucking her."
Fawn couldn't believe any of this was happening any longer. Her mind was going blank Stuart fucked his cock deep into her mouth and Frank fucked the enormous rod back into her ass. She screamed again as Miss Randle whipped her sore, tortured ass cheeks. First one and then the other ass cheek took a hard vertical stroke.
She hardly knew when Miss Randle gave her one last thrashing with the whip and then said: "Why don't you fuck her ass, Frank? You look like you need to sink that thing into something.
Anyway, I want my pussy sucked again."
Fawn screamed as the new pain throbbed through her ass. Frank had pulled the dildo out, and her ass muscles clutched desperately for something to hold. Frank lined his cock up and fucked in, right to the hilt. Then the two men began to fuck her at both ends, Stuart fucking in as Frank pulled out.
At least the whipping had stopped, Fawn thought, but her body was doing strange things, against her will. Her body jumped and fought at each thrust of the cocks into her.
Miss Randle pulled up her short skirt and pulled Frank's mouth against her cunt. She sighed and said, "Keep that up, Frank, and I'll let you fuck any little bitch you want."
Frank moaned into her pussy as he continued to fuck Fawn's asshole.
"Who would you like to suck you, Stuart?" Miss Randle called over her shoulder.
Stuart fucked his cock back into Fawn's mouth. "Shit," he said, "I want that cunt Janet, she's getting too big for her own good."
"Now that's an idea," said Miss Randle. "Ooogghh yeah, Frank, you sure learned a lot since you got here." Miss Randle pulled her pussy away from his mouth and walked over Fawn's prostrate body to Stuart. "Show me how well you suck and you can have Janet and any other little bitch of your choice for as long as you can get it up."
Stuart chuckled and licked at the head-mistress' cunt. Then he reached up and pulled her closer, biting her clit as Frank had done.
"Ooohhhh shit! Oh fuck, ohhhhh!" Miss Randle yelled, pulling his mouth into her cunt and leaning over his head, straddling him with her long, booted legs. "How's the little bitch sucking?"
Stuart took his mouth from her cunt long enough to say: "Pretty good." He went back to work. He grabbed the woman's clit in his teeth and leaned back, working the flesh with his tongue as he pulled, hearing moans of ecstasy from her.
"Finger-fuck me!" Miss Randle yelled a Stuart, and he slid two fingers past his chin and into her waiting pussy. "Aaaooooggghhh, fuck me!"
Stuart bit as hard as he could on her clit flesh, taking her clit and chewing as he knew she demanded. His fingers sank deep into her pussy and he lifted her on his hand. She straddled his head.
Oblivious of Fawn, still pinned on the table, still sucking Stuart's cock and taking Frank's prick up her ass, Miss Randle clutched at Stuart's hair and fucked his face, her legs beating into his back as her clit got worked over, chewed into a frenzy. His fingers sank into her cunt.
"Stick them up my ass," she demanded. "Oh shit! Make that little cunt suck you off, and you shoot up her ass, Frank."
The three of them went berserk. Miss Randle rode Stuart's face and let out endless, desperate screams of ecstasy as his teeth savaged her clit and his fingers pushed deep into her ass, forcing her pussy even harder onto his mouth. Then there was Frank, fucking Fawn's ass, puffing her hips up as his cum began to boil in his balls. Frank watched Stuart sucking and finger-fucking Miss Randle and he dreamed of getting two wonderful little girls sucking his cock as a reward for what he was doing here. And his cock began to shoot.
Fawn felt Frank shoot. The hot fuck liquid spurted out, deep in her guts, and sent further waves of fire through her stomach. His cock kept on shooting and she could hear Miss Randle yelling at Stuart to bite harder, to finger-fuck her ass harder as she came.
Then Stuart shot into Fawn's mouth. By now she was almost used to it. The jizz flowed into her throat, and she swallowed as his cock leaped up in her mouth. Stuart kept pumping cum, and Fawn kept swallowing, and Frank still shot the last of his load into her ass.
Fawn felt utterly used.
She sucked the last of Stuart's goo from his cock and felt Frank slip his cock out of her ass and her muscles close behind him. Above her, Miss Randle stood over her helpless body.
"Well," Miss Randle said, "you two certainly did well enough to get those girls. I'll send them to you whenever you want them." She put a stiletto heel on Fawn's ass.
Chapter Nine
Fawn lay on the soft carpet, her body throbbing with pain, but also with something she couldn't understand. She would have to do more that night.
Miss Randle stood over her again, another drink in her hand. "Take this," she ordered.
Fawn hesitated hardly at all. She took the glass and drank the liquid in one go. It burned her stomach again, but this time it was easier, the warmth came sooner and her body relaxed a little.
"Well," said Miss Randle, "since we have to find out if you can suck a cock properly, we can have some fun with that little pussy and ass of yours, can't we?"
Fawn moaned. She didn't understand what the headmistress meant, but Stuart and Frank were sitting, one on the sofa and one in the easy chair, grinning. It was going to be something else humiliating, probably painful. She didn't want to think about it.
"Stand up," Miss Randle said.
Fawn scrambled to her feet.
"Straighten your stockings!" the head-mistress snapped. Miss Randle walked around her and examined her body. She eased the tight bodice around a little and made sure Fawn's tits were above the top and thrust up to her satisfaction. "Now, go and bend over that table."
Fawn knew far better than to disobey. She almost ran over and bent at the waist, flat on the table top. Her red and whipped ass was only a few feet from the grinning faces of the two men. The shame of what she was forced to go through ran through Fawn again and she started crying.
"Stop that!" Miss Randle snapped.
Fawn felt the terrible pain of the whip on her ass cheeks again. She screamed and jerked on the table.
"Are you going to stop that silly behavior?" said Miss Randle.
"Oh yes, sorry, sorry, I won't do it again, Miss Randle, honest I won't."
"Good. Now open your legs."
Stifling a sob, Fawn slid her feet apart, knowing she was giving the three of them the best view they could have of her ass and the soft hair of her pussy between her legs. For long seconds, nothing happened, and Fawn was sure they were all looking at her. In fact, she heard the two men laugh at something. She pressed her head as far as she could into the table top.
Then she heard a strange buzzing noise. She hadn't heard anything like it before. Something hard ran slowly over the lips of her pussy. Fawn felt the tip of the vibrator slide into her cunt.
"Oh shit," Fawn gasped.
Miss Randle pushed the vibrator farther. Fawn's pussy struggled to take the vibrator. At least the dildo she had been made to sit on before hadn't vibrated like this. The plastic cock throbbed against the walls of her cunt and set her whole body pulsing to the beat of its motor. Miss Randle shoved it hard, and the tip hit the top of Fawn's pussy, hitting at the door of her womb. Fawn gave a low scream and struggled as new pain went through her. It was dreadful, this new violation. How much more would she be forced to take?
She was soon to find out. Miss Randle gave one last push to make sure the vibrator was as high as it could go. Then she tied it into place with straps that went around Fawn's legs and hung from a tight belt around her waist. Fawn moaned again as Miss Randle tightened the belt one more notch. She didn't dare protest. Now she was held captive on the enormous cock. Its throbbing sent slow messages of lust through Fawn's body. She heard the men laugh again and risked a glance over her shoulder. The two of them were slowly playing with their cocks and grinning at something Miss Randle was doing.
"Now, little girl, hold very still," said Miss Randle.
Fawn froze. Then another of those buzzing noises started. She wept and lowered her face back to the table. She knew what was coming. Another hard plastic, buzzing cock played on her body, but this time at the puckered hole of her ass. Fawn couldn't believe it. Her body couldn't take two of them. They would break, she would get split in two. The buzzing cock played over her ass and Fawn felt fingers rubbing cream over her asshole.
Gasping as the pressure built in her, Fawn felt the fingers invade her body, sliding up into her asshole, running over the walls, lubricating them for the invasion to come. She hated herself as her ass thrust up and grabbed for something.
Miss Randle rubbed her fingers along the thin membrane separating her ass passage from her cunt. The fingers slipped out of her, and she waited, the vibrator in her cunt throbbing away.
Then the second vibrator was back, pushing at her ass. There was nothing she could do. If she even pleaded for mercy, she knew her ass would get whipped again until, she asked for the terrible double rape. She gritted her teeth and tried to think of other things, her muscles as tight as she could make them.
"Loosen up!" Miss Randle snapped. Fawn moaned and tried to let the vibrator slide into her ass.
"I said loosen up," Miss Randle said.
With a supreme effort, Fawn relaxed her ass muscles, and the vibrator slipped a few inches up her ass passage. Now the two imitation cocks worked together, throbbing their electric pulses out from her pussy and ass. Fawn made a low guttural noise, and her body almost bounced on the table. She felt the headmistress heave on the second vibrator and push it farther up her ass.
Now the twin vibrations mingled, sending a mixture of pain and lust into Fawn's body. Miss Randle pushed again and they saw the huge prick fuck higher into the young girl's ass. Fawn's body was now twitching constantly, reacting to the throbs of the big vibrators. She groaned and almost begged Miss Randle to stop, but there was another heave and the second vibrator was in, right to the hilt.
"Oh fuck!" Fawn shouted as the sudden pain was too much for her.
"What did you say?" asked Miss Randle.
"Nothing, nothing, Miss Randle," Fawn gasped as she felt new straps being fastened to the belt around her waist.
"I thought you said fuck," said Miss Randle.
"Oh no, no, honest, I didn't, Miss Randle, honest." Fawn was in a cold sweat at the thought of what would happen to her if she confessed the truth.
"Perhaps I'll give you the benefit of a doubt," said Miss Randle, her hands running over Fawn's ass and down into the crack between her legs, testing that the vibrators were held tight. "Perhaps . . . if you can get these two men hard again in . . . let's say five minutes. If not, then I shall assume you said fuck and whip you until they are hard." She leaned in over Fawn's soft blonde hair.
With the vibrators held tight in her body, Fawn straightened up from the table. Every movement was a nightmare as the twin vibrations sent pain and lust surging through her. She wanted to fall to the floor and claw at the terrible things inside her, ram her fingers in and pull them out.
She had five minutes. She staggered over to Frank, sitting on the sofa, his cock in his hand.
His cock was already almost hard. Watching Fawn take both vibrators had been more than enough to stiffen his prick. He wasn't going to turn down another suck, however, and he took his hand away as Fawn's desperate little mouth closed around his cock. He let her suck away, holding her hair as she moaned and. her body vibrated to the beat of the monster dildos inside her.
"Now Stuart," said Miss Randle.
Fawn scrambled over the floor to Stuart. He was hard and ready, there was no doubt about that. But she took his prick in her mouth and let his cockmeat slide into her, sucking, getting a strange new thrill from the hardness. It was something to work with, this stiff cock.
"I think that's enough," said Miss Randle. "Stand up, Fawn."
Trembling, trying to keep control of her legs, Fawn stood up.
"Now, we have to be sure you can suck a cock right down," said Miss Randle.
Fawn gulped as she saw what Miss Randle was leading her toward. It was a bench, leather-padded in the usual way, and with straps to hold her arms and legs. But, above it, was a horizontal bar, and that looked very menacing.
"On your back," said Miss Randle.
With more cold sweat breaking out all over her body, Fawn did as she was told. She saw Stuart and Frank loom over her, and her arms were taken and bound tightly into the restraints, leaning out from her body. Her head was hanging over the top of the bench, which was padded by thick leather at her neck. Fawn moaned as she became aware again of the vibrators working in her cunt and ass. Then her legs were taken and pulled almost brutally into the air and back until they were spread over her head. There they were attached to the bar above the bench.
Fawn moaned again as hands pulled at her legs and forced them even wider. Then the bar was lowered, and it was heavy enough to bend her body farther, thrusting her ass higher into the air. Finally, a restraining belt was tied around her waist and pulled tight so that she couldn't move at all.
Without a word, Frank put his cock to Fawn's open lips. He was standing over her, leaning in on the bench so he could get all the leverage he wanted.
Fawn moaned and struggled. She let him lean in on her, his cock reaching to the back of her mouth and then to the edges of her tight throat muscles. He shoved, but he couldn't get any farther, and there was fully half his cock still out of Fawn's mouth.
Fawn tried to let him in, but she couldn't find a way to do it. His cock beat at her throat, but she couldn't take any more. She just couldn't. She felt him pause. Then a stinging pain shot through her again. Somebody had whipped her right across the ass. She screamed and her body bucked off the leather bench. The cock went another inch into her mouth.
"That's right," she heard Frank say, and the whip landed again.
Fawn couldn't believe she could take any more. Her ass was so beaten and sore she would die if it were whipped any more. But another vicious stroke cut over her ass cheeks, and her mouth took another inch of the cock.
The whip landed again. Then another whip, one of the nine-tailed leather ones, hit her pussy. Frank fucked his cock deeper into her mouth, and the first whip landed over her ass.
Fawn screamed, but it was muffled by the prickshaft fucking into her throat. She couldn't take any more, she just couldn't. The nine-tailed whip thrashed into her pussy, and her body heaved again. Frank fucked deeper and Fawn found she could only breathe through her nose -the monster cock now blocked everything else. She tossed and tried to break free, but there was nowhere to go. The two whips thrashed into her ass and pussy and the vibrators buzzed in her cunt and ass.
Frank leaned in on her again and managed to get his cock farther down her throat. Fawn could hardly breathe, and the painful whipping on her ass and pussy while the vibrators still sent their disgusting pulses of lust through her was more than she could bear. She broke into tears again and her body heaved against the restraints. The whips punished her ass and pussy once more, and Frank fucked his cock right into her throat until his balls slapped against her nose.
Frank pulled out and fucked in again, timing his thrusts to the beat of Miss Randle and Stuart whipping Fawn's ass and pussy. For nearly a minute more, he fucked in and out.
Fawn felt Frank pull his cock out of her mouth. She gasped and retched for air. Her body was strung out. She was uncertain of anything other than that she was tied up and being beaten. She was beginning to float, and, even as Miss Randle landed another painful cut of the whip across her ass, the pain only served to send the new, awful feeling higher in her. Stuart forced his prick into her mouth. Frank must have picked up the cat-o'-nine-tails, for it thrashed into her pussy a second later and drove her to new heights of insane feeling.
From then on, everything started to blur for Fawn. The cock in her throat fucked in and out. Stuart's balls were slapping into her face at each pass. The whips landed at the peak of each ramming heave of the cock, and the vibrators sent endless waves of lust from her pussy and ass.
She didn't know any longer what her body was doing, and she certainly didn't care. Screams shot from her throat and rang out into the room at each moment Stuart pulled his cock clear of her mouth before fucking in again. The whips landed and forced her screams higher. Her body thrashed against the leather restraints. A strange feeling heaved through her whole body, building until she couldn't pretend that it wasn't happening. She was having an orgasm, an orgasm that was taking her and tearing her apart. The feeling thrashed around in her body, rising higher at each vicious cut of the whips. Each thrust of the cock into her throat cut off her air long enough to string her out and throw her higher into the tornado of emotion that engulfed her.
She lost all sense of anything except the feeling exploding through her. The shattering come came beating to the thrashing of the whips and the thrusts of Stuart's cock into her throat. Her screams beat out past his prick as her body thrust as high as it could to get more of the torture she was getting. Her mouth opened and let the cock fuck in and out with no resistance at all.
Stuart hadn't been planning on it, but his balls were going to evacuate another load of cum. He was going to shoot right down this little cunt's throat. He watched as Miss Randle and Frank beat her ass and pussy with their whips, and he felt the convulsive clutch of Fawn's throat muscles as the whips landed. That was too much. He began to shoot.
Fawn felt the hot fuck liquid spurt into her throat as another painful cut of the whip landed on her ass, but she hardly felt it. Her body was almost floating above the table as she came, earthquakes of orgasm breaking inside her, surging up over her body as the cum shot into her mouth.
Stuart pulled back, making her suck his cock over her tongue. Frank crashed his leather whip into her pussy again, cutting hard on her clit.
She gave another great scream and took Stuart's cock deep in her throat again. More cum went down into her stomach. For minutes on end she held there, the cock pumping cum into her mouth, the whips sending her orgasms higher with each cut and the vibrators adding their own lustful piece to her ecstasy.
With one final heave, Stuart shot his last wad of cum into her mouth, and the whipping stopped. Fawn lay gasping and moaning, hating herself for having given in to such a terrible, disgusting evil thing.
Hands were untying the leather holding her arms and legs. With a moan, Fawn rolled off the bench and onto the floor, reaching for the vibrators that still pulsed in her body.
"Stop that!" Miss Randle shouted.
Fawn had to lie there on the carpet, the vibrators still up her cunt and ass.
"Come here," the headmistress said.
Fawn forced herself off the floor and over to where Miss Randle, was. Frank, his cock rampant and heaving in the air, was sitting in an easy chair. The orgasm Fawn had just had was still slowly fading, still leaving her light headed and spinning. She watched Miss Randle straddle Frank and fuck his cock into her cunt. Fawn struggled over and knelt in front of the two of them.
"Suck both of us," said Miss Randle.
Fawn leaned her mouth in and ran her tongue as far up Frank's prickshaft as she could. Then she licked up and onto Miss Randle's hot little clit.
Miss Randle moaned and fucked onto Frank's cock as Fawn licked over her cunt. Fawn cradled Frank's balls in her hand androlled them softly, feeling them jump in her fingers. Miss Randle yelled at her to bite her pussy again, and Fawn did her best, sucking the flesh into her mouth and bearing down as hard as she could. She was rewarded by the head-mistress going into a long screaming come.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh fuck me!" the headmistress yelled as her pussy fucked up and down on Frank's cock. "Suck it, bitch, suck it!"
Fawn bit down and sucked as hard as she could as Miss Randle had the last of her come. Then Frank was grunting and fucking his cock deep.
"Ohhhhh, oooooohhhhh, ooohhhhh, fuck me," Miss Randle called. She lifted off Frank's cock just as his cum began to spurt. Miss Randle thrust Frank's prick into Fawn's mouth yet again and made the girl suck another load of cum while she rubbed her cunt all over Fawn's face and took all the sensation she could.
Obediently Fawn sucked all the spurting fluid until Frank sank back onto the sofa with a contented sigh. Slowly Miss Randle climbed off his body and watched as Fawn, utterly exhausted, sank back to the floor.
"She's Almost Ready," The Headmistress Said With Satisfaction.
Chapter Ten They Finally Took The Vibrators Out Of Fawn's pussy and ass. She moaned and fell exhausted to the floor. Then the two men picked her up and carried her out. She scarcely paid any attention as they pulled her along, opened a door, took her in and almost threw her across a bed. She fell asleep without taking the stockings off.
When she awoke, the sun was streaming through one of the windows. She wasn't in that dungeon any more. The room was light and airy, the bed was soft and large, and a white bathroom could be seen through an open door.
She got up, stripped and took a shower, examining her tits and ass for the whip marks. They didn't seem so bad, just a faint redness all over her flesh. Her flesh ached a bit, but the main feeling when she touched herself was sensual, a soft warmth running through her.
Breakfast was delivered by one of the younger girls, standing in her tight uniform, asking if there was anything, anything at all, she could do for Fawn. Fawn said no. The girl left. Then two more of the little girls came in later in the morning to rub her body with cream. That made Fawn feel a lot better.
She lay on the bed and made them give her a long massage, rubbing the cream all over her body. It certainly helped the marks of the whipping go down.
That cage of a room was rather pleasant. She was still kept in isolation, but she was allowed to walk the grounds under supervision of a staff member. The girls who served her were obviously under orders to do whatever she asked. After only one day she was restless.
She wanted more sex, though she still couldn't quite put it as bluntly to herself. Day after day, the same pretty young girl would bring her breakfast and ask if there was anything, anything at all, she could do for Fawn. Every time she asked, the pressure in Fawn's body got worse. On the fourth day, she broke.
She stared at the dark-haired, slim, young girl with her budding tits and slim legs shown to their best advantage in the tiny skirt she wore.
"Yes," Fawn suddenly snapped, "come here."
Smiling, the young girl came over.
"What's your name?" asked Fawn, running her hand up the girl's soft thighs to the thin fabric of her panties.
"Dana," said the girl shyly, her hips moving to the slow pulse of Fawn's fingers.
Fawn slid her robe up her legs and spread her legs. "Suck my pussy," she said, breathless.
Dana slowly opened the buttons of her blouse and slid it off her shoulders. Underneath, she was naked and her budding tits pushed temptingly toward Fawn. Then Dana slipped her skirt off and dropped slowly to the bed in nothing but her panties and stockings. Her willing young mouth kissed slowly along Fawn's thigh, up until her lips were at the opening of Fawn's pussy. Her fingers pulled Fawn's flesh aside and her tongue flicked out over Fawn's aching clit. Dana let Fawn pull her in until her mouth was captive.
There, she sucked away, slowly, then quickening her pace as Fawn told her to. Fawn came very quickly, heaving her pussy up into Dana's face, making the girl suck until she was utterly spent. Then she sent Dana away. It had been good, but not good enough. She had come, yes, but something was missing. Something . . . she didn't allow herself to think about it. She got up and took another shower.
And so it went for a week. Then, one night, as Fawn was getting ready for bed, Miss Randle appeared in the doorway.
"Yes, put these on," Miss Randle said and threw clothes onto the bed as she had done the week before. "You have a lot more people to please tonight, girl."
Fawn looked at her and fear surged through her body again. She thought she knew what was to come. Miss Randle was dressed in her boots again, but also wore a tight pair of leather pants and a leather bodice that thrust her tits high and exposed them to the nipples.
"Well, get dressed, girl," she said with considerable impatience. She flicked the whip she held.
Fawn didn't need any more encouragement. She threw her robe off and, her hand trembling again, picked up the clothes. First came the black mesh stockings, held by suspender straps to the belt around her waist. Then tiny black panties that fitted the curves of her pussy and ass like a second skin. Then she put on a tight black dress. The garment had long sleeves, but was open at the front, well into her cleavage, and, from there, buttons stretched the dress tight over her body until the last button, which closed the skirt just below her pussy. If she bent over, the dress would hardly have to be lifted to leave her ass utterly exposed.
"Come with me," said Miss Randle.
Fawn went obediently, but with fear and rage building inside her. She had been cheated. She had been allowed to think that her torture was all over, but it wasn't. There were going to be more humiliations, more beatings, and the very thought made her shudder. But there was a strange dampness in her pussy, spreading onto her tiny briefs. She didn't know why she was acting like this.
They went through the same door Fawn had been taken through the week before. Now, however, the room was almost dark, except for a single spotlight that was trained on the center.
"Over there," said Miss Randle.
Fawn, her heart in her mouth, walked over and stood in the light. There were murmurs from all over the room. There were a lot of people there, but she couldn't see them. She wondered how many there were, but, squint her eyes as she did, she couldn't make out anything more than shadows.
"Stand over the mirror," Miss Randle's voice said out of the blackness.
Fawn saw that there was indeed a mirror in the center of the light, on the floor with small lights all around it. She walked to it and put one high-heeled shoe on one side and opened her legs to put the other one on the far side. Another murmur of appreciation went around the room. Fawn felt people crowding in to get a better look up her legs to the thin panties.
The small lights around the mirror got brighter, shining up her long, stockinged legs, giving the audience a better view.
"Spread your legs," came Miss Randle's voice again.
Trembling, Fawn obeyed, sliding her feet apart until told to stop.
"Now bend down and hold your ankles," said Miss Randle.
Fawn felt sick. That was what her sister, Kerry had been forced to do by her father before he whipped her ass. The memory came back clearly-the screams of pain, the red lines on her sister's soft flesh. But she obeyed. Perhaps if she did everything she was told to do, she wouldn't experience that awful, dreadful pain again.
She bent slowly at the waist, sliding her hands down her legs until they reached her ankles. There she stayed, bent in two, hearing the murmurs of pleasure as the guests gathered around for the wonderful view up the girl's legs to her cunt and rounded ass cheeks.
Then a hand ran over her ass, followed by another one. More fingers pushed into the crotch of her panties and played with her cunt. She moaned and tried to hold her position, but her body was falling. Two pairs of hands stopped her from collapsing.
"Now then," said a strange man's voice. His hands pushed her back so that she was holding her ankles again. Whoever the man was, he was now sliding his hand into the top of the tight black dress and feeling her tits. A finger pushed up into her pussy.
"Shit," said another man's voice, "she's as wet as hell."
Several men chuckled, and the finger was taken out so that other ones could slide into Fawn's body.
"Well, how about that," said another voice. "She sure is."
Fawn almost burst into tears, but she held back, biting her lips, feeling the horrible hands all over her young body.
"She, had to be severely disciplined," she heard Miss Randle say, "but then she is fairly acceptable."
Fawn gave in and started crying.
"I think Jack has first go tonight," Miss Randle went on. "Those of you watching will perhaps want to use some of our younger girls who are always available for your pleasure. Jack?"
Fawn was pulled away from the mirror and into the semi-darkness of the room. Her eyes became accustomed after a while and she could see a large bulk of a man in front of her. He was masked and wearing only a robe. "Over here," he said.
Fawn stumbled towards him. Fawn stood a straight as she could. Around her, she could just see some ten or so more people, and, apart from Miss Randle, they were all men. Several of them had young girls kneeling before them, sucking their cocks as they watched Fawn's humiliation At least one had one of the little girls riding his prick as he looked over her shoulder at what was going on.
The lights around Fawn and Jack brighten slightly so that everybody could see better. Jack came forward and pulled the neck of Fawn dress wider open so that her tits were totally exposed. He stepped back to admire them, the came in again and ran his fingers over her flesh.
"Fuck," he said, as Fawn's dress closed over his hands. With a sudden wrench, he yanked the neck, breaking several of the buttons an throwing the dress wide apart so that it was exposed now from her waist to the hem, just below her pussy. Fawn staggered, but managed to hold her feet. His hands went back to her tits running over them, caressing and lifting. He closed his thumb and forefinger over the nipples and rolled them slowly between his hard fingers.
Fawn closed her eyes, terrified of what she knew was coming. With a sudden heave, he closed painfully on her nipples and lifted her whole body on her tits until her feet were almost off the ground. Fawn screamed and her body shook and she could feel that disgusting dampness spreading in her panties.
"Hold her arms back," the man said, as he let go of her nipples.
Hands pulled Fawn's arms behind her back and, at the same time, pushed her body out, so that her tits thrust up at the masked man. Fawn stifled a scream as he came back into the light with a thin rod in his hands.
"Just to make sure your nipples stand out properly, young girl," he said.
The hands holding Fawn tightened on her arms and lifted her body to meet the rod. The man slashed the rod through the air, then lined it up and beat Fawn right across the nipples with it. The rod bounced off her tits with a splat, leaving a thin red line on her flesh.
"Oh shit," Fawn moaned, as her body felt again the torture she now knew so well.
The man's hands went back and the terrible rod landed again, flattening her fflesh with th force of the blow. She screamed again, her whole body contorting in the hands that held her. Again the man landed the rod across her nipples, hitting her tits and leaving them trembling. Fawn wept, her arms held behind her as the rod came in again. Her tits rolled and pain shot around her helpless body.
"That looks good enough," said the man.
The hands holding Fawn relaxed, and she fell to her knees, clutching her aching tits. Around her, she could hear low moans of ecstasy as at least one of the men shot his cum.
Fawn staggered to her feet, her body in flames, her tits heaving with pain. She walked to where he motioned her to go, and again his hands went to her tits.
"Okay," she heard him say, "now they stand out enough."
She stared and the fear ran through her again as she saw what he had in his hands-a pair of clips, held together by a thin metal chain. Relentlessly, one of the clips came to her right nipple.
"Oh no," she whispered.
The man ran the clip over her flesh, testing the marks where the rod had landed. Fawn groaned. The clips had powerful springs in them and something that looked as if it allowed the clips to be screwed tighter. She was sick at the thought of the pain they would give. The man ran the clip up to her nipple, which did indeed stand out as a result of the whipping she had taken. Then he held the clip so that the jaws were around the bud of her flesh, waiting while the young girl whimpered and tried to close her eyes. She could not force her eyes closed.
Then the man let the clip go. Fawn's screams echoed around the room as the clip clamped onto her nipple and hung there, pinching her flesh viciously. He took the other clip and held it to her left tit, waiting as before, to get the most of the awful anticipation. Fawn moaned and gasped, the pain from her tits rolling through her, and then her scream rang around the room again. The man had let the second clip go.
Now Fawn had one clip on each nipple and the pain doubled. She groaned and almost fell, but the hands were back holding her while the man pulled on the chain between her tits, and her tits stretched even more painfully.
"Hmm," grunted the man and reached up, tightening the screws on both the clips while the pain grew.
"Oh shit, oh please!" she gasped as he gave the screws another turn. Her tits felt as if their nipples were being torn off. "Aaaaagggghhhh, ooohhhhh fuuuuuccckkkk, you bastard!
His hand came up and slapped her hard across the face. "You were right," he said to the unseen Miss Randle. "She does need some training." He slapped her again and waited until Fawn's scream had died away. "Now, my little cunt. They say you have learned to suck cocks real well. Well now, you have a chance to show us. You will suck me off, and, just to make sure you don't forget who you are, anybody who wants to can whip your ass while you do it.
Fawn sobbed and went limp, but it was no good, the hands holding her wouldn't let go.
"Need I add that the pain will stop when you've sucked me off?" said the man.
She saw the man sit down in a big cushioned chair. Hands pushed her body down, so that, once again, she was forced to bend at the waist. Her ass rose high for the whips that were about to thrash her. One of the girls was unzipping Jack's pants and pulling his cock out. His prick was a huge weapon, almost twelve inches of hard cockmeat, throbbing with lust. A drop of pre-cum was forming at the tip.
Fawn moaned and let her lips touch the rock-hard prickhead. She felt hands lift her skirt and flip it back so that her ass was exposed in its tiny panties. She let her mouth run down the big cock, taking the prick right to the back of her throat. Slowly she slid her mouth back up, licking at the cockshaft all the way.
Then the first of the whips landed on her ass. She screamed and her body bucked. Another whip came in, and she felt her ass cheeks flare under the impact. Desperately she sucked the cock as deep as she could, working on the prick like crazy, the promise to end the whipping urging her on. The man grabbed handfuls of her blonde hair and pulled her mouth harder onto his prick, fucking his cock into her throat as fast as he could.
At least four whips were thrashing her ass now. Fawn heard more murmurs around her and several shouts as men shot their loads at the sight of her sucking cock and getting whipped. Vivid flashes of agony ran through Fawn as she opened her throat and took the cock right to the very top, feeling the prickhead throb and twitch deep in her throat. The whips seemed to land in one continuous beating on her ass, and the pain gathered and rose, surging through her body. Her body thrashed around as the whip went on beating her. The cock in her mouth fucked in and out. She was going utterly out of her mind.
The agony was fading now. Each beat of the whips sent her body higher, desperately seeking for something, seeking for more. She swallowed the cock, ran her hands over the man's throbbing balls, and felt the first surges of his cum shooting out of them. The hot fuck liquid jetted into her mouth as her screams squeezed around the pulsing cock. More of the men in the room shot their loads.
She felt heat, the sensation in her ass, running through her body as she swallowed the cum and rammed her mouth as deeply onto his prick as she could. Her body rocked as orgasm after orgasm exploded through her. She was arching her ass for the whips, begging for more, though they couldn't hear her properly. The man's cock vanished into her mouth, then came out again, shooting cum all the time.
He leaned back, grunting with pleasure as his cock poured into her hot little mouth. The man shot his last pulse of white fuck fluid into her throat.
Then, as the whips landed yet again. She screamed and her body dropped helplessly onto the floor, the man's cock still in her mouth, her ass still rolling from the beating it had received. Then she lost her grip on his softening cock and fell onto her back, the clips still on her nipples. Orgasms of agony were still pulsing through her.
The man unclipped the metal clasps from her nipples and Fawn rubbed them to ease the pain. Everything in her was subsiding as she heard Miss Randle say: "Let her recover a little. Then we have the most delightful surprise for you all.
Chapter Eleven
Minutes later, rough hands hauled Fawn to her feet. Leather straps were put around her wrists and tightened.
"Up there," said Miss Randle.
Fawn was pushed into the spotlight once again. She gasped and tried to close her dress over her tits.
"Take that dress off," Miss Randle said.
Trembling, Fawn let the dress slide off her shoulders and down her arms. Then she dropped it to the floor and stood exposed in front of them all in just her stockings, high heels and panties. All around, she could hear murmurs of lust and satisfaction. Dimly she could see some of the men.
"Now the panties," said Miss Randle.
New rushes of excitement went through Fawn as she slid her hands into the tops of her panties and pushed them down, over her stocking tops and thighs, until she could step out of them.
"Goooood," said Miss Randle slowly. "Now spread your legs."
Fawn did as she was told, her high-heeled shoes finding it difficult to keep purchase on the shiny floor.
"Now let us see how you are at playing with your little pussy," Miss Randle almost crooned.
Fawn knew better than to say anything. Her fingers slowly went down to her pussy and slid inside the hot damp cuntlips, playing with her clit. Fawn spread her feet until it was painful to stand. Her furry cunt mound was exposed to all the men in the room as she rubbed and played with her pussy. Fawn stifled a sob. This was horrible, being made to masturbate in front of all these people. But the alternative was worse.
She pinched her clit, running her fingers over it and gently putting one finger into her cunt. That was another part of the torture. Her pussy was wet, damp with the horrible feelings she was having. It was so degrading; it was terrible.
"Look at thiss little slut," she heard Miss Randle say, "making herself come in public. Isn't that utterly disgusting?"
Fawn sobbed and her head fell forward, but her fingers kept on at her clit, working her clit in front of them all.
Miss Randle came up beside her, probing her tits with a short stick. "This little whore," she said, "is shameless enough to finger-fuck herself in front of you all. Look at that." The stick went down and pushed against Fawn's cunt.
Fawn started sobbing hard, but her body was going strange on her again. That feeling was starting and swelling out from her cunt to all parts of her body. Her fingers rubbed harder and harder at her clit and her breaths were getting ragged as she posed in front of her unseen audience, hearing their low sounds of lust.
"This little shit," said Miss Randle, "is even going to have an orgasm right in front of you. Watch if you will. There she goes.
Fawn's shriek of lust rang through the room as her fingers brought her pussy to climax. Her body rolled and heaved and her hips thrust out and back at her audience. Fawn moaned as her climax subsided, but her fingers kept clutched on her pussy as she stood in the spotlight.
"And now," said Miss Randle, "Fawn is not the only disobedient girl in her family. We have trained her so well that her parents have decided to allow her sister to come to us for some discipline. This is Fawn's sister, everybody- Kerry."
Fawn gasped and stared as Kerry was brought in, her hands bound with leather thongs as Fawn's were, but with a short chain between them that gave her arms very little movement. She was wearing a tight black bodice that held her tits high and open, black mesh stockings like Fawn had on, and similar high-heeled shoes. She was breathing heavily and her face registered horror as she was led to the same platform Fawn stood on.
Fawn found hands snapping the same kind of chain on her leather cuffs as Kerry had on hers. Ropes slid down from the dark ceiling. In no time at all, Fawn and Kerry were hanging from the ropes, their feet only just touching the ground, their tits thrust high by the painful pressure on their arms. And they hung there for what seemed to be forever.
Then another masked man stepped onto the light between them. He had on a tight pair of leather pants, and the bulge of his cock was visible to all of them. In his hand he carried a long leather whip, the short handle giving way to plaited strips some six feet long. At the ends, the leather was knotted, tightly, and Fawn stared at the whip with gut-lurching fear evident in her eyes. She saw Kerry's big tits heave too, and her sister gave a low moan. The man let his arm swing back and crack the whip in the air. Both the girls gave a scream at the hard sound.
"I thought so," Miss Randle said. "These bitches never keep quiet. Gag them."
Fawn started to scream that she would be quiet, but the gag balls were already in her mouth. She gasped and swung as a gag was tied to keep the balls in. She saw a man doing the same thing to Kerry, and she struggled helplessly on the rope.
The whip was swung back and swept forward. Fawn saw Kerry's body contort and swing on the rope as the leather cut right over her swelling tits. The red lines bit deep into her flesh and Kerry's mouth struggled to scream through the gag. Fawn watched as the whip swung back, and she knew where it was going this time. She saw the tip as it cracked in and cut right into the nipple of her own left tit. Fawn felt the pain explode through her body. Her nipple felt as if red hot pins were being pushed into it. Her feet came off the ground as she swung helplessly on the ropes. She saw another vicious cut hit into Kerry's tits, and other deep red lines sear their way into them.
Fawn felt a man's hands holding her ass and grabbing her by her soft flesh. Then his hands went around her hips, and she saw another man behind Kerry, doing the same thing, almost like a mirror image.
Then Fawn felt the first thrust of a man's cock at the entrance of her ass. Small hands were guiding the cock, and she saw a schoolgirl behind Kerry spreading Kerry's legs and holding the man's cock as he pulled himself closer to the struggling girl.
Fawn felt, behind her, the man's cock shove just inside the tight ring of her ass muscles. His prick had been covered in jelly and so it slid in easily.
Fawn's body pulsated as the whip cut across her tits again and the red, tortured flesh spread over almost the whole of the beautiful, heaving tit domes. Her throat sent out endless ear-chilling shrieks of pain, but the ball gags reduced them all to low soft moans, and the cock in her ass slid in farther. She heaved upward on the ropes at another cut of the whip, then fell back, impaled on the monster cock. She saw two of the schoolgirls take Kerry's legs and pull them apart and up, so that Kerry hung just on the ropes and the cock inside her. As hands took Fawn's legs and pulled, she saw Kerry take another heavy beat of the whip.
Then, as the whip came in again, Fawn felt the man behind her fuck his prick to the hilt in her ass. Her legs were held helplessly out almost ninety degrees to her body, and she felt as if she were getting ripped in two. Then, as both the men had their prickshafts in the two girls, the man flogging them both swung the whip in an almost-perfect circle of hissing leather. The whip swung round and round and started to land on both the battered and red pairs of tits with incredible rapidity.
Fawn could see the tips thrash into Kerry's nipples. The whip instantly swung back to torture hers, and, all the time, the cock in her ass was fucking up and down. Her ass muscles were going crazy, holding onto the cock, pulling and trying to keep the prick in.
Fawn felt the rope holding her hands lower a bit, and she fell even harder onto the man's prick. She heard him laugh, and her ass spasmed around his cock while the whip sang across her tits.
Kerry was twisting and rolling, her body heaving as the whip and cock sent her into desperate spasms of orgasm. The combination of the whipping and the brutal fucking her ass was getting was sending her into another endless come. Her body bounced as the whip hit her tits, and her ass twisted around the man's throbbing cockmeat. He leaned back and let her jumping, heaving body bring him off.
Fawn felt cum splatter deep into her own guts as her soundless scream beat against the ball gags and orgasm after orgasm rolled through her body. Suddenly she knew she never wanted to stop. It was horrible, but she wanted this-the pain, the beating, the comes that sent her higher than she had ever been before. She deserved to be punished for wanting this terrible, evil thing. She wanted more and more as she hung on the rope. The last of the man's cum squirted into her ass.
Fawn was moaning into the ball gags even as the man pulled out of her ass. She saw another man step in front of the bound and twitching body of her sister and lift Kerry's hips up until he could get his cock to the soft lips of her pussy. Sure enough, there was another man, masked like them all, stepping in front of Fawn as she moaned and rolled. He took her hips, and Fawn felt the tip of his cock against the entrance of her pussy. She stared through the mask at his eyes and felt him lifting her on his hard cock. Her pussy clutched hard at his stiff prickshaft. He picked her legs up and put them around his waist, making her fuck his cock.
Then Fawn saw two men with thin whipping rods step behind Kerry, and she didn't need to be told that another two were behind her, too. Their arms went up and they beat down on the tied and impaled girls, one after another, stroke after stroke.
Fawn leaped in the air and fell back onto the huge cock in her cunt as the first stroke of a rod went over her ass. Then the strokes fell faster and faster. Her body thrashed up and down.
"Let her have it, boys. Her cunt goes crazy when you whip her like that," the man fucking her cunt said.
There was no longer any way for Fawn to conceal what she felt. Each beat of the rods, each fuck of the cock into her cunt brought another biting orgasm, until she couldn't tell one orgasm from the other. She kept waiting for the final climax to heave her over the top and let her fall, but it didn't come, even when the man shot his cum into her, even when the rods stopped battering her ass. The man pulled his rapidly softening cock out of her. Her body was still twitching and begging for more.
The ropes were let go. Fawn fell to the floor, moaning. The ball gags were taken out of her mouth, and her groans echoed into the room.
"Oh give me more," she gasped shamelessly, "give me a cock, whip me, please, please!"
She crawled on her knees and tried to get to a man standing a few feet away, his cock hard and ready. Hands grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back.
"Later, bitch," said Miss Randle. "Suck that." She flung Fawn toward Kerry who had been forced onto her back and was lying there, her legs pulled wide, cum oozing from her pussy.
Kerry moaned and heaved her hips, her eyes staring and as lust-filled as her sister's. Fawn crawled to her, Miss Randle pulling her by the hair the whole way. She' sank between her sister's thighs and her willing tongue licked over the spread lips of her sister's pussy, getting gobs of cum.
Fawn felt a cock at her cunt. Another man pulled Kerry's beautiful face back until her head was arched and her shoulders were off the floor. Then he rammed his cock into her mouth, and Kerry gurgled and sucked while another cock fucked her between the tits. Two of the school-girls bent in and spread cream over Kerry's body, allowing the prickshaft between her flaming-red tits to fuck easily. Fawn saw their wicked little fingers take the cream and rub it over the man's balls as he fucked away.
At the same time, the cock behind Fawn fucked home, and her cunt was once again filled by a man's hard prick. She sucked more cum from Kerry's pussy, running her tongue around inside the dripping, hot cunt passage. Fawn's own orgasms rolled on, but she needed more, she knew that now. It wasn't enough any longer to just have a cock in her cunt. She needed the pain to really set her off.
Fawn sucked away at Kerry's wet cunt as the man fucking Kerry's mouth started to come, shooting his load down the obedient throat, ramming his cock as deep as he could go. The cock in Fawn's cunt was shooting, too, and cum ran down her thighs, mincing with her pouring pussy juices. She felt more of the delicious white fuck fluid gush into her hot little cunthole. Fawn saw the man fucking Kerry's tits, his cock shooting cum, lean forward and pour his spunk onto Kerry's face.
The hand holding Fawn's head to Kerry's cunt relaxed, and the moaning, mewling little schoolgirl slave could crawl up. She saw a man standing close, his cock hard. Fawn went on her hands and knees, over to him, her fingers reaching for his cock, pulling his prick desperately to her hungry little mouth. She slid his cock in and let her throat muscles go to work.
The man held Fawn's head and pulled her against him, forcing his twelve-inch cock into her mouth. Then he put his legs over her shoulders, holding her head tighter while he forced her body into a bow shape, bent back from her knees on the floor to her head between his legs, her mouth clamped tightly to his cock.
Fawn gave a scream of utter lust as the first stroke of a new whipping landed across her tits. She murmured around the cock fucking farther and farther into her throat. Her orgasms rose at each beat of the whips on her tits. Fawn couldn't believe it when she effortlessly took his balls into her mouth as well and licked at them.
The whips hit her tits. The pain surged and multiplied, and her orgasms rose to pitches of desire Fawn hadn't known existed. She begged for a whip on her pussy. When the first blow came, she surged over into a world of sensation. The whips beat her pussy and tits, the cock fucked deep into her throat, and she could feel the man's balls beginning to roll as his cum built and started to surge out.
When he came; the taste of the hot salty fuck fluid in her mouth pushed her into a long orgasmic glide. The whipping went on, and the cum overflowed her lips and oozed down her chin. She sucked and swallowed as fast as she could, begging to get as much as she could. She came down from her sexual high as the flowing cum slowed, and the whips on her body pulled back and left her panting and finally satisfied-for the moment.
She sucked and sucked at the wonderful great cock, getting all the cum, feeling the first twitches of a new erection in the prick as her skillful tongue played with the tip and her soft pouting lips worked up and down the cockshaft. The man held her there, making her suck for minutes on end, slowly stepping back until Fawn was on her knees in front of him again, her whipped tits pressing against his knees. He kept her there until his cock was hard again.
"Well now, Fawn," said a voice she knew only too well, "that was a very disgusting thing to do, wasn't it?
Fawn gasped and her mouth came off the cock as she looked up. The man took off his mask. He didn't need to, for she knew already the man was her father.
"Sucking a man off like that-only really depraved little girls do that, don't they?"
"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," Fawn gasped and slid her father's cock back into her mouth.
"And what do you think we should do with a little whore like that?" her father asked, running his fingers through her hair.
"Ooooohhhhh, ooooohhhhh," Fawn gasped, her mouth going wild on his cock. "Oooohhhh, punish me, whip me, make me do anything you want, anything ... oh fuck, whip me!"
With a groan of total lust, Fawn sank her mouth around her father's cock, her whole being aflame with slavish obedience and the desperate need for more pain and humiliation.