The evil woman was wearing a leather corset, fishnet stockings, and very high open-toed spike high-heels.
She was also wearing a dildo that protruded from her hairy crotch as if it were a real throbbing cock!
"Now, my pretty little sex slave, I am going to fuck your ass until you beg me for mercy," the bitch said.
"Please don't do this to me," the chained little girl said with a tremble of terror in her voice.
But the bitch paid no attention. She mounted the little girl from the rear and stabbed between her ass cheeks.
The little girl screamed in pain as the rubber pole opened her asshole and drove deep into her bowels!! !
CHAPTER ONE
Melinda Mulligan sat alone in her dorm room feeling the ache in her pussy getting worse by the second.
She hated the fucking school. The place was called Emma Van Dyke's School For Girls. There were no men.
It was a school for bad girls, and Melinda had been sent there after getting caught trying to take money out of the cash register in her local candy store.
Melinda was sixteen years old, and this wasn't the first time she had been in trouble. She had been a discipline problem ever since she was little.
Finally her parents had had enough and had sent her to this hell-hole, where severe discipline was an assumption.
It had been six months since Melinda had gotten laid and she was feeling damn horny. She was through with her classes for the day and her room-mate was out.
She figured that she had some time to kill, and she wasn't worried about her privacy. She decided to masturbate. Melinda could tell that she wouldn't even be able to think about anything else until she had a couple of orgasms under her belt.
Melinda was not a very large little girl. She stood only a fraction of an inch over five feet tall and she had never weighed more than one-hundred pounds in her entire life.
She was built on a small frame and her hair was pitch black. Her hair was long and parted on the side. It fell gracefully over her shoulders and spilled low down between her rather sharp shoulder blades.
She was a very beautiful girl. Melinda Mulligan was one of the best looking girls at the entire school.
She had the face of an angel and a bitching body to match!
Her face was oval-shaped and her complexion was dark. Olive.
She had the kind of skin that tanned to a golden brown in the hot summertime sunshine. She never had to worry about getting a sunburn.
Melinda had very large round eyes. Her eyes were dark brown. So dark in fact that they often appeared as ebony as her hair in limited illumination.
Melinda's eyes were very expressive. One could always tell what the little girl was thinking when they looked into her eyes. She was smart enough to know that she would never be a very good actress. She wasn't even a very good liar. Her skin was very smooth.
Her cheekbones were high and her nose was short and straight. Her sniffer was a little pointy at the tip. Her nostrils were a little pinched but tended to flair wide open whenever she was excited about something.
Melinda's eyelashes and eyebrows were as black as the hair on her head. Her eyebrows were plucked neatly and her lashes were very long.
Melinda's eyelashes were curled upward at their tips and licked lightly at her high cheekbones whenever she blinked.
Her mouth was not large but her lips were full and sensuous. She looked like she always needed to be kissed very badly. One could tell by looking at Melinda Mulligan that she was the sort of girl who was in tune with her sexuality.
It was clear that the black haired girl was no virgin. She walked around as if she had a furnace in her pussy.
She tended to hold her lips parted. She had a pouting mouth.
Back in the days when she was free to come and go as she pleased, Melinda had always enjoyed the way men watched her as she walked down the street.
She had a slight overbite.
Her teeth were perfectly straight and pearly white!! !
She little girl had slim shoulders and a perfect hourglass figure.
Considering her size, her breasts were extraordinarily large.
Her tits seemed to defy the force of gravity at times.
In spite of their size they did not sag a fraction of an inch.
This, in spite of the fact that she had never worn a bra in her life.
They didn't allow girls to wear bras at the school for girls ever since one of the students hung herself with one. Her breasts were pert. Perky.
They sloped on top and were gently curved at the bottom.
Her nipples pointed slightly upward -especially when they were erect.
Melinda's nipples always swelled and became hard when she was horny.
At that moment the little black haired girl was hornier than a pepper sprout.
Her nipples were burning and aching with a need to be stroked.
She knew that being touched by a man felt a thousand times better than touching herself but she figured that she was a beggar, and in no position to be choosey.
Her waist was very slim and her hips were round. Although her legs were not long they were slim and femininely shaped. She had trim ankles and dainty feet.
She had the sort of feet and ankles that looked delicious inside a pair of open-toed spiked heels.
But they did not allow such footwear at the school.
Melinda had to wear sensible shoes just like the others.
In spite of the prison like atmosphere, Melinda had managed to keep a few secrets from the mean old matrons who patrolled the halls.
One of those secrets was the fact that she kept all of her pubic hair shaved away. She was pink and bald between her preciously smooth thighs.
At that moment Melinda could feel the blood pumping rapidly downward in her diminutive form. The blood was heading for the delta between her legs.
The little black haired girl could feel her pussy flesh swelling rapidly as she considered how she was going to give herself an orgasm.
She could tell that it wouldn't be long before both her inner and outer cunt lips were fully engorged with the steamy blood of her sexual arousal.
She could feel a tremendous ache in her loins. That ache seemed to be getting more intense by the second. Melinda could feel her heart pounding.
She could feel a mounting pressure in her lower belly.
There was a flushing and a tingling in her inner thighs.
The little glands inside her pussy were beginning to secrete her natural lubrication. She could feel her pussy getting all wet. She could tell that the juices were pooling at the base of her pink pussy slit in between her slightly curled back inner labia. She knew that it wouldn't be long before her natural lubrication began to drool from her cooze. When that happened she would begin to make a wet spot on the crotch of her panties.
She wished that there was a lock on the door. But she wasn't too worried. The matrons seldom burst into rooms unless they had reason to believe something was going on. Melinda knew that she could masturbate in silence. She would arouse no suspicion.
She could feel her clit swelling at the top of her pussy slit.
Her little man in the boat was becoming hard and starting to throb.
She could feel the center of her womanly pleasure becoming engorged.
The clit was pushing out from under its pink fleshy sheath.
The foreskin that usually all but covered it was being pushed up and out of the way. Her clit was like an erection!
Melinda removed her skirt and spread it neatly across her desk chair. She could tell that her panties were getting wet. She could feel her nipples throbbing.
As the crotch of her panties got wetter she could feel the material creeping up between her swollen outer labia, making her pussy feel as if it were suffocating caught in a cloth trap.
She had to get naked.
Her pussy had to breathe!
She could feel her own breathing becoming altered by her passion.
Her breaths were getting shorter and closer together with lust.
She was panting.
Panting just like the wild animal she wanted so badly to become. Melinda Mulligan's fingers were long, feminine and slim.
They were a little bony at the knuckles and her nails were long.
It was clear that the little girl was very careful about her manicure.
Her nails were all very close to the same length and had a common curve to their tips. Before she was sent to this school, Melinda used to wear dark red nail polish on her long fingernails.
But such vanities were not allowed at Van Dyke. She remembered when she used to be able to wear make-up and sexy clothes. It all seemed like a long time before. Melinda stood in front of the single easy chair she shared with her room-mate and kicked off her shoes. She bent forward at the waist and raised her sweet ass in the air as she pulled off her knee-socks.
The little girl then slipped her thumbs under the elastic at the top of her panties. She wiggled her ass from side to side as she tugged them down. She sighed aloud as she felt her wet panties pull out from between her swollen cunt lips.
Melinda remembered the way men used to look at her when she walked down the street. She knew they were wondering how such a little girl could have such big tits.
She used to walk especially sexy when she knew men were watching.
Melinda had a way of swinging her ass as she walked that drove men wild.
She bounced with her stride, giving her walk a youthful verve.
Melinda pulled her panties all the way off and unbuttoned her shirt.
She pulled her shirt open so she would be able to touch her tits freely.
She then sat down in the easy chair and raised her feet to the seat's edge.
Her knees were up in the air. She parted her thighs to a right angle.
Melinda could feel her thick creamy natural lubrication spill.
She could feel her cunt juice rolling out of the base of her slit.
She was lubricating the crack of her ass -and Melinda could tell that it wouldn't be long before she would begin to make a wet spot on the chair.
She thought about putting a towel under her ass so she wouldn't leave a stain, but then decided the hell with it. It wasn't her fucking chair, after all. Her room-mate didn't give a shit how much she touched herself.
Melinda allowed her fingertips to roll lightly over her nipples. She closed her eyes and pressed her head against the back of the chair. Her panting became worse. Her huge tits heaved up and down on her chest with her rib-cage. Her tits rested naturally high on her chest, but seemed even perkier when her lungs were filled to the brim with air.
Melinda could feel her nipples getting harder and more sensitive as she touched them. She got each of those feminine erections between her thumbs and forefingers so she could pinch at them lightly.
She purred.
She made a sexy gurgling noise in the back of her throat.
Her long black eyelashes pressed against her high cheekbones.
She pinched lightly at first.
But she increased the pressure until it hurt a little bit.
Melinda had known for a long time that there was a diving association between pleasure and pain. When she was very horny she had trouble distinguishing between the two. She pinched her nipples very hard. Her face turned red. She could tell that she was turning as red as a beet. Her skin began to get wet. The hot perspiration from her sexual exertion was beginning to ooze from every pore in her beautiful body. She could feel her clit growing even larger. Her love button felt like it was going to explode at any second from the pressure or maybe come popping right out its nest at the very top of her pink hungry poontang. She yearned for a man's cock. She would have given anything for a chance to get laid.
She thought she was in hell.
Every night Melinda could hear the screams of pain from the girls who had been taken to the "torture room" down in the basement of the school.
The school called it the "discipline room" but every student at the school knew the horrible things that really went on down there. -
Melinda pulled at both of her erect nipples at the same time.
She pulled until the skin all around the rosebuds was taut.
She made her humongous boobs look pointier than usual.
The little girl released her grip on her nipples and allowed the erections to snap back into place.
Her nipples were large.
The size of silver dollars.
And they were dark too. They looked like Hershey's Kisses with the aluminum foil peeled off.
She opened her hands and cupped them over her huge tits. There was no way she could clutch all of her breast flesh simultaneously.
Her hands were too small.
It made no difference how far apart she spread her slim fingers.
She positioned her hands so that her throbbing nipples were pressed firmly and precisely against the centers of her palms. She began to move both of her tits at the same time in slow sensuous circles.
She pushed her breasts upward and lowered her head. Her lips parted. She licked and sucked at each of her nipples. Then she pressed her tits together so that they were flattened at the sides and the cleavage between them was almost comically long and deep.
But all of these self-caresses only made the fire in Melinda's crotch that much worse. She released her grip on her tits and placed the tips of her long fingernails on the insides of her thighs.
She scratched lightly at the flesh, stroking all the way from her knees to the sides of her wet vulva.
She wanted to masturbate slowly.
She knew that her orgasm would be better if she made herself wait for it.
The longer it took her to bring her sexual tension to the saturation point, the better her come would feel when she finally allowed herself that release.
She teased herself.
Melinda could feel a burning and tingling in her asshole at that moment. She had always been the sort of girl who liked to get fucked in all three of her holes.
The black haired girl knew that there were a lot of females in the world who did not like getting fucked in the ass. They thought it was too painful or degrading or whatever.
Melinda thought them fools.
She liked to get fucked everywhere she possibly could. Her ass was very sensitive. Some of the best orgasms she had ever had were while being buggered by a well-hung hunk.
Melinda strained to get her thighs as far apart as they would go.
She pointed her knees at opposite walls of the sparsely furnished dorm room.
Other than the easy chair there were two small beds, two wardrobes, and a desk.
The walls were thickly coated with industrial gray paint. Everything at the Van Dyke school was gray. Including the mood of the students there.
Melinda stroked the insides of her thighs repeatedly.
She pressed the back of her head against the chair once again and shifted her weight to the small of her back. She rolled her ass cheeks upward so she would be able to stroke them.
She tickled herself behind her knees, where she was particularly sensitive, and then ran the tips of her long fingernails down the backs of her thighs to her buttocks. She massaged her ass gently for a while and then kneaded the flesh with strong fingers. She could feel the tingling in her asshole getting more intense. This tingling was now joined by an ache of desire deep inside her bowels.
She craved penetration.
Brutal anal violation '.
Melinda used her left hand to pull her ass cheeks apart.
She separated the globes of dark flesh as if in a ceremony.
She was parting the sections of an over-ripe fruit!! !
She didn't stop pulling apart her buttocks until they would go no further. Melinda also shaved the little black hairs that grew in the crack of her ass.
The skin in the crack of her butt was pulled taut and some of the puckers in her sphincter muscle were smoothed.
Her asshole looked like an asterisk.
Very cute.
The little black haired girl sucked on the middle finger of her right hand. She rolled her thick pink tongue over that digit sensuously.
She lubricated the finger with her sweet slippery saliva.
She then ran the tip of her finger up and down the crack of her ass. The skin in there was already wet and slippery from the plethora of natural lubrication that had spilled from the base of her slit.
Her whole body jerked when she touched the mucous membranes at the mouth of her hot rectum. She gasped. Her muscles began to tighten involuntarily.
Melinda Mulligan found herself opening and closing her knees very rapidly as if she were trying to fan the already raging fire between her shapely legs.
She dabbed her fingertip against her asshole. She could feel the swollen flesh at her anus throbbing. The hole was opening and closing in anticipation of penetration.
Melinda could feel her nostrils flaring.
She could smell her cunt.
Sweet.
Musky.
She smelled like an animal in heat. She snorted and sucked the delicious scent of her womanhood deep into her sinuses. She exhaled with a sigh.
Melinda loved the smell of cunt!
The natural lubrication drooling from the base of her wanton cooze was thick and creamy. It looked like melted pearls, Melinda took a deep breath and began to push her finger inside her asshole. She had to be careful not to scratch herself internally with her long fingernail.
It felt great.
Her heart was beating so hard by this time that it felt as if it were going to beat its way right out of her pretty chest. She pushed her finger in deeper.
She could feel her fingertip pushing past the tight tube of muscle into the softer, more elastic flesh of her inner bowels. She didn't stop pushing until she could get her finger in no deeper. Her asshole was gripping at her third knuckle. Melinda began to wiggle her finger around inside her ass. She bent her digit so that she could press her fingertip against different hypersensitive internal spots. She then began to work the finger in and out slowly.
She fucked her asshole with her longest finger.
But she soon discovered that her finger was neither long enough nor thick enough to satisfy her anal cravings.
That was okay.
She had something that would reach deep enough to appease her need. But later.
Her pussy was demanding attention so she decided to deal with first things first.
The little girl lowered her feet to the floor, still keeping her knees as far apart as she could get them.
She whimpered.
She placed the tip of her right forefinger at the base of her slit. Melinda used the fingers on her other hand to pull apart her pussy lips.
Melinda had a magnificent cunt.
The outside of the vulva was a cocoa brown color, yet in the middle the flesh ranged from a tulip pink to flaming crimson.
Her inner labia protruded by far the furthest from the slash, and they were curled back. Her cunt looked inviting. It was a rose blossom in the springtime yearning to be graduated into a full-fledged flower.
Her clit looked like the head on a small boy's cock, it was so swollen. The many folds of flesh writhed and quivered. Melinda could feel her pussy flesh moving as if it had a mind of its own. She found it increasingly difficult to keep the lower half of her body still. She found that she was gyrating her hips, moving her loins both from side to side and up and down. She ran the tip of her finger slowly up and down the darker outer lips of her poontang. She touched on either side of her love button, but she never made direct contact with the center of her womanly pleasure. She could feel the tension in her lower belly mounting rapidly, and she knew that it wouldn't be much longer before her anxiety reached the saturation point. She knew that her orgasm would soon reach the point of inevitability. She could feel the explosions readying their attack.
Her cunt felt as if it were filled with a thousand hornets all preparing to sting simultaneously.
Melinda flicked her finger across the edges of her inner lips.
She pressed three fingers astride and turned her right wrist.
Melinda pushed three fingertips between her inner lips.
For a moment she could feel a fingernail on her urethra.
She slid her fingers downward to the mouth of her fuck hole.
She slipped the fingers deep inside herself and felt her face contort.
Her eyes closed so tightly that the lids were wrinkled.
Her long black eyelashes were crushed upon her cheekbones.
Her nose moved up and down rapidly like a bunny's.
Melinda twisted her fingers so that she could press against her cervix with the tip of her middle finger.
Her lips were puckered and distended with her passion.
She could feel her hips snapping upward involuntarily.
She could hear herself gasping. She bit her bottom lip.
She had to stifle all of her lustful exclamations. Or else.
The consequences of getting caught in the midst of a self-abuse session were too horrible to think about.
She began to work her fingers in and out. Her fingers were all wet and slippery with her fruit juices.
She couldn't take it any more.
She was on the edge of orgasm.
She pulled her fingers out of her pussy. She placed the tip of her left forefinger at the very top of her slit, so that the nail was pointing at the clit.
She pressed against the love button's foreskin, and then pulled upward, toward the tip of her shaved mound.
Melinda found the brink.
She wanted to stay on that edge for as long as possible-before allowing herself the bliss of climax!
She peeled the foreskin upward, baring and rendering vulnerable the raw bulb of fiery tissue. Her clit was ready to be diddled! And how!
Melinda used the tip of her right forefinger to lightly dab at the clit. She found that all of the muscles in her entire body were stiffening and tensing.
The little black haired girl tried to make each caress as light as possible. She was delicate. Yet the intensity of the sensations spawned by those self-caresses were amplified a thousand times by the acuteness of her sexual arousal. She was livid with lust. Her honey pot came to a boil.
She seethed!
Melinda kept herself stiffened at the edge of the cliff for a long time before she tipped into the abyss of her orgasm. She showed great willpower. Wonderful self-control. And she remained practically silent throughout.
She found that her sense of time and space was altered by her hominess almost as if her lust was a drug.
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She found that everything seemed to take a lot longer than it really did. She felt as if she kept herself hovering on the edge of orgasm for many minutes. She knew in the back of her mind that the time spent teasing was only about forty-five seconds.
Melinda could take it no more.
She placed her fingertip on her clit and left it there!
She could feel her volcano beginning to erupt. Her lava flowed.
Her urethra dilated and squirted fluid onto diddling digits.
Melinda could feel her orgasm beginning. She trembled.
The black haired girl began to shake like a leaf. She looked as if she wanted to shake herself out of her skin.
She could feel the massive explosions starting in her clitoris. The bliss soon spread to fill her vulva, and then her lower torso. She knew that the concentric circles that were spreading like womanly radar weren't going to stop growing larger until her entire body had been enveloped by her ecstasy!
The pleasure ran up her spine like a thousand magic fingers.
Liquid fingers.
Her pussy gushed.
The bliss clustered for a moment at the base of her skull like a comet, a fiery ball. A fraction of a second later the joy burning into her already reeling brain.
Melinda thought the orgasm would go on forever.
Time was elongated. She was only vaguely aware of where she was.
She felt as if she were spiraling upward toward the ceiling.
She was levitating.
Astral-projecting.
She could see little sparks of brilliant light dancing across the black insides.
CHAPTER TWO
All of Melinda Mulligan's muscles relaxed at the same time. She collapsed onto the chair and found that she could once again fill her lungs with" air. She hadn't been able to breathe at all while she was coming. Any breath would have been so loud that it would have been risky.
She gasped for air, rapidly catching her breath.
She could feel her racing heartbeat slowing to normal.
But she was not appeased. Her clitoral orgasm had been very nice. But there was still a burning itch inside her bowels and her cunt. And she had just the thing to scratch those cravings. She leaped up from the chair and bounced happily to her wardrobe. She didn't have many clothes, but the matrons thought the wardrobes gave the rooms a civilized touch. The school was a tough place. If the matrons didn't get you, the students would. There were a lot of bad girls there. Girls that made Melinda feel like a mouse-burger in comparison. Girls with tattoos.
On the top shelf of Melinda's wardrobe was a shoebox, and in that shoebox was a large black rubber dildo. The fake cock was a good nine inches long, and so thick that Melinda's cunt still had to stretch almost painfully to take it all.
She pulled the dildo down and returned to the chair. She raised her feet up to the edge of the chair and parted her knees. She ran the tip of the thick fake cock up and down her pussy slit.
She rubbed the tip of the rubber dong against her clit.
It felt really nice, but her clit's role as center of her womanly pleasure had been usurped by the fire inside her pussy. She needed penetration. Deep violation!
She pushed the moulded head of the ersatz prick to the base of her poontang slit, and pressed it snugly against the mouth of her wanton fuck hole.
So far Melinda had managed to keep her nose clean at the school.
She had never had to go down into the catacombs below the school.
But she had heard stories.
And she had seen ugly scars in the shower-room. It was enough to turn a little girl's stomach, and Melinda tried never to think about those things. She tried to push the realities of her environment into the back of her head as much as possible.
The began to push the rubber dong into her hot cunt.
Her pussy hole opened until it was gaping. The inner labia stretched.
Again the little girl's face became as red as a beet and she panted like an animal. The little girl panted as if all of the civilized soul had been sucked out of her.
She was an animal.
A jungle beast. In Heat!
The moulded ebony head on the rubber dong pushed inside her cunt. She wiggled it moved it from side to side. She pressed forward with her loins to aid the violation. Her inner pussy walls had to stretch to take the dong such was the girth of the dildo!
She could feel the tip of the cock pressing against her dimpled cervix the very mouth of her womb!
She kept pushing. The back wall of her pussy was forced to stretch. She pushed the dong almost all the way in. She left enough sticking out of her cunt at the base so she could grip it with her fingertips. She didn't mind not sticking it all the way in. Her cunt was filled to the brim. She felt as if she would tear wide open if she tried to stick it in a fraction of an inch further. Sure it hurt. But Melinda liked the pain. She had known for a long time that she was a bit of a masochist. She had always preferred brutish men who enjoyed slapping her around just for the hell of it. Any girl who pinched and pulled at her nipples the way Melinda did was a sex slave at heart.
She began to fuck herself with the fake cock. She pulled it almost all the way out of her pussy and then pushed it back inside again.
A lightning bolt of pleasure shot up her spine to her brain and she could hear herself gasp for joy. She was going to have to be especially careful to keep silent while violating herself in this manner. Sometimes when she fucked herself with the dildo it felt so good that she felt like screaming bloody murder.
She fucked herself with a smooth steady motion. Her tension mounted.
She gradually increased the pace of her wrist movement as she went along.
She always used the entire length of the dildo with each stroke.
She knew that the come she gave herself in this way would be different from the one she had moments before spawned from the diddling of her clit.
It would be a deep-vaginal come.
It would be centered deep inside her belly.
She rammed the tip of the dildo against the core of her womanhood!
She could feel the rubber caressing well inside her flat abdomen.
She worked her hips up and down as she furiously rammed her poontang.
Her cooze was once again gushing fluid, and the wet spot on the chair was larger than ever. The smell of Melinda's cunt filled the air.
She rammed in the dildo very hard and tipped herself over the edge. The come she gave herself was shorter and sharper than the clitoral climax. She couldn't help but let out a sharp cry of pleasure.
And that was a bad mistake.
Because right at that moment Matron Marlene was walking down the hall outside Melinda's dorm room.
Marlene had heard that sound before and she knew what it meant. Melinda's luck could not have been worse. Matron Marlene was not only on patrol that night but she was also the Mistress of Discipline at Van Dyke.
That meant she was the torture queen.
There were few better at causing teenage girls pain than Matron Marlene.
She was a cruel bitch. As cold as ice. She was intrinsically sadistic. She derived psychological and physical pleasure from the agony she administered.
Matron Marlene wasted no time throwing the door to Melinda's room open. She could see the little girl's arms moving up and down. Melinda was clutching the dildo with both hands so she could move it in and out of her pussy as fast as possible. If her pussy had not been thoroughly lubricated with her natural lubrication, she would have surely blistered down there from the friction she was causing. But Melinda's bliss was to be short-lived.
"What the hell do you think you are doing young lady?" Matron Marlene screamed, stepping into Melinda's room. The woman's face was red with anger.
Matron Marlene was actually a very attractive woman. But her constant expression of hate made her look ugly. The muscles in her face were always twitching.
Her dark hair was pulled back severely from her forehead and gathered in a bun. She wore a blouse that collared high on her neck and her large breasts were obviously encased it in a supportive bra. Her long skirt and old lady shoes could not hide the fact that she was still in her twenties, and had a magnificent body.
She was a tall woman, about five foot nine, and her shoulders were broad. She was rather muscular for a woman. Like an Amazon. There was nothing feminine about her. She was as cruel and sadistic as any man who had ever lived.
Melinda Mulligan had never been so frightened in her entire life.
She could feel the blood rapidly rushing from her head.
In spite of her olive complexion she became quite pale.
The black haired girl turned as white as a ghost with her fear.
Melinda pulled the dildo out of her cunt and threw it to one side.
It bounced against the floor and ended up in front of the wardrobe.
But it was no use.
She was caught red-handed.
Her fingers were still wet and smelly from playing with her pussy.
"I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-sorry," Melinda stammered. "I won't do it again."
"Sorry isn't good enough here," Matron Marlene said with a sneer.
Matron Marlene was a lesbian, and she thought Melinda quite sexy.
She was going to be fun to torture. The matron couldn't help but throw back her head and laugh when she thought about it.
Melinda could feel the butterflies fluttering in her belly.
She could feel herself breaking out into a cold sweat. A fear sweat.
The black haired girl couldn't help but notice that the scent of her terror perspiration was different from the hot sweat she oozed when exerting herself. This sweat had a bitter almondy scent. It was the odor of Satan!
"You are coming with me, Melinda," Matron Marlene said.
The sadistic woman wrung her large hands together lustfully.
"I have been waiting for a long time to get my hands on you," the bitch added.
Melinda knew that her best bet was to cooperate and hope the ordeal was over as swiftly as possible. All resistance would have been futile. No one got away.
No one ever escaped.
The school grounds were large but there was a fence all the way around.
"When I am done with you , my little pretty, you won't be so anxious to play with yourself," Matron Marlene said.
The dominatrix bitch's eyes were almond shaped giving her beauty an exoticness. Melinda noticed that her eyes were yellowish green.
Haunting.
Cat eyes!
"You may not have anything left to play with," Marlene said.
The bitch laughed until she shook and there were tears in her eyes.
"Please have mercy on me," Marlene said in a tiny voice.
The teenager could feel her knees beginning to shake uncontrollably.
The muscles in her legs had turned to jelly or perhaps ginger ale.
She wasn't at all sure if her gams would support her body weight.
"Come over here, pronto, my sex-starved nymphet!" Marlene said.
The bitch curled her upper lip over her teeth and made an evil sound.
The dominatrix hissed sounding like a snake slithering through summer grass.
"I don't know the meaning of the word mercy," Marlene exclaimed.
Melinda managed to get to her feet shakily and Marlene grabbed her bathrobe. She threw the robe to the little girl, who quickly put it on. Melinda's fingers shook nervously as she fumbled to tie the cloth belt around her amazingly slim middle.
Melinda and Matron Marlene left the room and walked out into the hall. Melinda could tell that it was going to be a very long walk down to the discipline room. She had never known such dread in her life. In an instant everything had become surreal. She felt as if she had slipped into a nightmare. Yet she could not wake up. Reality was her nightmare. She felt dizzy, and a couple of times she stumbled and clutched the wall, feeling as if she were about to black-out.
Melinda was led to a large wooden door which creaked when opened. The little black haired girl was forced to walk down a dark flight of rickety wooden stairs. Below she could hear the whimpers and cries of torture victims. There was an ugly smell in the air that reminded her of the time she got hair caught in her blow dryer.
At the bottom of the stairs Melinda discovered that she was not the only girl who had been caught that night. There was a waiting room at the base of the stairs. Sitting on a wooden chair stark naked was Candy Cummings, a pretty blonde. Her baby blue eyes were red and swollen.
Her hair was very light, the sort of hair that bleached near white in the summer sunshine. Yet her skin was fair. She had a perfect peaches and cream complexion. Candy was brand new at the school. Like Melinda, this was her first visit to the torture room. She had been waiting in the chair for over an hour. She could hear the cries inside and they filled her heart with terror. Her blonde hair was long and was pulled back into a ponytail. Her breasts were small but they were firm and ripe and they rested high on her chest. She had very little pubic hair. Candy Cummings had known for a long time that she had a lot less pubic hair than most girls her age. She was sixteen. She knew from the showers that most girls had inverted triangles of pubic hair above their slits. The hair grew thickly along the sides of their vulvas and even between the cheeks of their asses. But Candy had none of this. And it wasn't because she shaved like Melinda. She had never grown any. She merely had twin curls of golden pubies above and to the sides of her slit. The hair was almost invisible it was so light and downy. It barely covered the bottom third of her mound. This had the effect of making Candy look a lot younger than she really was. That was okay with Matron Marlene. The younger the better as far as the cruel dominatrix bitch was concerned.
Melinda looked at Candy for a couple of seconds before she realized that the blonde's arms were chained together behind her back.
"You will remove your robe," Matron Marlene said to Melinda.
The little black haired girl disrobed and dropped the garment to her feet.
The walls were stone. The floor was packed dirt. The air was thin.
The only light came from kerosene lamps flickering on the wall.
Melinda felt more than ever as if she were visiting Hades.
Matron Marlene fetched a chain with cuffs on cither end.
The cuffs were attached tightly to Melinda's upper arms.
The chain went across her rather sharp shoulder blades.
Melinda's shoulders were pulled back painfully by the bondage.
When both girl's were chained so they couldn't use their arms, Matron Melinda led them down a dark hall.
When Candy Cummings sat up it was clear that she had peed on the chair with her tormenting fear and dread.
The two girls as different as night and day in coloring yet similar in frame were led through a stone archway.
There was a wooden sign above the entrance that read: DISCIPLINE ROOM.
Whoever had painted the sign had misspelled discipline the first try and an "s" had been hastily crammed in.
The sign appeared to be hovering in mid-air but was actually dangling from all-but-invisible strings.
Matron Marlene picked up a cruel riding crop and smacked it across Candy's ass to hurry to small parade along. Matron Marlene was anxious to get down to business.
Melinda felt sick to her stomach.
She entered the dimly lit torture room. It boggled the mind. It was like something out of a horror film.
Along the far wall were cages where victims were held. Each cage had a bruised and battered teenage girl in it. Some slept. Some whimpered in their hopelessness.
There were girls there that Melinda did not want to look at. Girl's whose appearance had been altered by their experiences in the room.
Melinda looked up at the ceiling.
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There were human skulls dangling from strings. Melinda couldn't tell if the skulls were real or not. They looked real. She came to the conclusion that she didn't want to know. If they were real, Melinda knew that she would end up wondering where the bitch got them. Melinda figured she had enough things to worry about at that moment.
There were wooden chairs and various torture equipment.
The center of the room was dominated by a large wooden slab table. Each corner of the table had been outfitted with a steel cuff, so that a little girl could be bound spread-eagle upon it. Either on her face or on her back.
"Sit in those chairs over there!" Marlene said, pointing at a near corner with a slight crooked right forefinger. Melinda noticed that the dominatrix bitch's fingernails were even longer than her own. They were filed to points at their tips. They looked like claws.
Weapons.
"I have to change uniforms," Matron Marlene said. Outside in the waiting room the girls could hear another matron moving into position to stand guard.
No exit.
Marlene went into a back room, first smiling at her caged nymphets. She was gone a good five minutes. She didn't mind making her new vietims wait a little longer. She new that dread was an effective torture. Almost as effective as raw agony!
"Why are you here?" Melinda asked Candy when the girls were "alone." None of the caged girl's seemed able to communicate. They could only grunt.
"Got caught stealing extra food. I was hungry. How about you?"
"I'm in on a self-abuse rap. No men around. A girl has got to do something," Melinda said.
"I sure hope we don't end up like them. I wonder what they did."
"I don't want to know. I want to die. I want to sleep and make it all go away."
"I heard that she's not so severe if you are polite," Candy said but her voice sounded as if she didn't believe her own words.
"Don't count on it," Melinda said. And the girls fell silent now solitude in their fear.
When Marlene returned both Candy and Melinda were shocked by the way she was dressed. Her hair was let down and spilled thickly over her broad muscular shoulders.
The dominatrix bitch was now dressed in leather. She was wearing a black leather corset that fit tightly around her middle and enhanced her womanly figure. There were half-cups at the top of the corset that supported her tits. Her breasts were large. The corset made them rest even higher on her chest than they would have normally. Melinda could sec that the bitch's nipples, which were exposed, were very large. Those rosebuds were swollen and erect. Melinda could tell by the expression on the woman's face that she was horny in a sadistic sort of way. The woman was wearing black fislinet stockings with a seam up the back. Her legs were long and shapely. She looked much younger once out of her matronly attire. On her feet she wore spike high heels with open toes. Melinda could see that Marlene's hands and feet were very large. Her toes were extraordinarily long. Melinda couldn't look at those toes without imagining Marlene picking up number two pencils off a linoleum kitchen floor with them. The black haired girl's toes weren't nearly that large. They were all very close to the same length. Chubby and cute.
"We'll start with you," Marlene said to Candy Cummings.
"M-m-m-m-me?" Candy said, her voice shivering with terror.
"Yes, you are going to learn about the discipline table," Marlene said.
The bitch removed the chair that pinned back Candy's shoulders.
The bitch led the little blonde to the slab table in the center of the room.
Candy got up on the table on her belly and began to weep with her despair.
Big tears welled in the little blonde's baby blue eyes. Soon those rivulets of hopelessness were staining her milky white cheeks and running along the sides of her nose. Candy's nose wasn't very large at all.
It was a mere button.
A little curled up at the end.
"From now on you will refer to me as Mistress Marlene," the bitch said.
The leather-clad dominatrix grabbed Candy's left wrist. She stood with her back to Melinda. Melinda could see the muscles in Marlene's large ass cheeks flexing. The tops of the woman's stockings were attached to her middle by a black garter belt.
Marlene pulled Candy's left arm up over her head as hard as she could.
The little blonde let out a sharp cry of pain from the abuse.
Candy thought for a moment that her shoulder was being tugged from its socket!
Her elbow was forced into a straight position. Marlene panted.
The dominatrix could feel the blood pumping to her pussy. She loved torture.
It made her poontang all hot and runny. She was getting swollen and wet.
She had a fire in her loins, and deep in her abdomen. She would teach these little girls how to give her physical pleasure before their torture session was complete.
Mistress Marlene snapped the steel cuff onto Candy's left wrist.
She administered the cuff as tightly as she could get it.
Candy whimpered pathetically as the metal locked into place.
The little blonde discovered that the insides of those cuffs were toothed, and bit into her wrist flesh.
The cuff was locked onto her wrist so tightly that it completely interrupted the proper flow of blood.
She could tell without looking that the fingertips on that hand were beginning to turn purple from the abuse.
She could feel pins and needles in her fingertips. She noticed that her knuckles felt increasingly stiff.
She was losing sensation.
It wouldn't be long before her hand was completely numb.
Soon the little girl wouldn't be able to wiggle her fingers at all.
Marlene crossed the head of the table and chained the other arm.
Mistress Marlene gazed at Candy's sweet round milky white ass.
The dominatrix bitch licked her lips with the tip of her tongue.
This in spite of the fact that her lips were already moist.
She circled to the foot of the table on light feet.
She moved like a jungle cat circling her helpless prey! Mistress Marlene grabbed both of Candy's ankles at the same time.
She pulled them apart viciously, and the little blonde could feel both the cheeks of her ass and the lips of her pussy parting in the process.
Both ankles were chained in place. Both Candy's knees and elbows were locked in the straight position.
The bondage was stringent.
Candy was rendered immobile.
As Melinda watched the torture she could feel something strange happening inside her body. It was making her horny. She could feel a sexual tension biting through the fog of her terror.
Candy wept bitterly.
Mistress Marlene fetched the riding crop she had held before. It was a horse-whip just like the one a jockey might use during a thrilling homestretch at the flats. The whip was designed to beat the haunches of a finally toned animal. It was a cruel weapon to use on the tender ass cheeks of a sixteen year old girl.
Candy prayed she could die.
This was odd in that religion was not in the blonde's nature.
Candy had been sent to the reform school because of a drug bust.
Her high school Dean of Students had busted into her locker.
There he had found three pounds of marijuana. The diminutive blonde had been making a lot of money selling nickel bags.
She had been relieved when she learned she wasn't going to jail.
But now she couldn't imagine a prison worse than the one she was in.
They called it a school. Sure. That was for public relations.
It was a house of sadism. The worst of its kind in America!
Mistress Marlene held the riding crop in her large right fist.
She gripped the handle so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
She raised her arm over her head and moved to the side of the table.
SMACK!
She brought the whip down across Candy's ass as hard as she could.
The little blonde screamed bloody murder with the pain.
Candy's entire body jerked as her nervous-system went berserk.
Candy could feel her nipples pressing painfully against the wood.
Both of her ass cheeks were suddenly on fire with pain.
Mistress Marlene turned up one corner of her mouth into a half-smile of inward amusement as she saw the flaming red stripe appear across those milky white ass cheeks. She loved raising welts on smooth skin. Marlene could tell that Candy was a lucky little girl. It was clear from looking at the pretty blonde teenager that she had never had a blemish in her entire life.
SMACK!
Mistress Marlene struck again. She beat the little girl's ass until the buttocks were striped with welts. Candy found that the pain changed. It stopped being sharp as her flesh was numbed by the abuse.
Her eyes were so swollen that she found it difficult to blink. Candy discovered that the insides of her eyelids felt like they were coated with sandpaper.
CHAPTER THREE
Only three miles away from the savage school of sadistic discipline was the office building where MacIntyre Symms did his business.
Symms was a private detective. A fun loving guy. He carried a snub-nosed .38-caliber police special in a leather holster beneath his left arm.
Symms loved trouble. He had a nose for it. That morning he had gotten a phone call from a man named Cummings who said there were strange things happening at the reform school for girls.
The guy didn't want the police involved. It concerned his daughter. But he did want the place checked out. Symms had been hearing ugly rumors about the school for a long time. Now he had an excuse to check it out.
Cummings' check was in the mail. Once retained, Symms was relentless.
At that moment MacIntyre Symms was sitting in his black padded swivel chair behind his large oak wood desk. He shifted from side to side and gazed into the beautiful brown eyes of his private secretary appropriately named Sarah Warm flash. MacIntyre had thought the name was a joke when she showed up for her job interview. But he had been fooled. Mr. and Mrs. Warm flash had named their daughter Sarah twenty-three years before. She had proof.
MacIntyre would have hired her no matter what her name was.
She could type one-hundred words a minute, took steno faster than he could babble, and was the foxiest piece of ass he had ever laid his sore eyes on.
"Can we take a break?" Sarah asked, tapping the eraser end of her pencil against her lower lip.
Sarah had very long chestnut colored hair, a model's face, and a figure that looked fantastic crammed into that tight red dress she was wearing.
The dress was cut low in the front in a vee so that there was plenty of deep cleavage clearly visible. Her belly was flat and her hips were broad. Her dress was slit up the side so that she flashed her shapely leg as she sat with her legs crossed on the other side of his desk.
Sarah thought that MacIntyre was a very handsome man. She remembered how her pussy got all wet and achy the first time she saw him. He looked at her with those baby blue eyes and she thought she was going to die. She had been the happiest girl in the world when she got the job. Within twenty-four hours of her hiring they had become lovers.
"You are staring at my lips," Sarah said with a giggle.
"Uh huh," MacIntyre replied with a smug expression on his face.
"Would you like these lips on your cock?" Sarah asked.
It was a silly question.
"You always could read my mind," MacIntyre said, flashing his most charming grin.
MacIntyre Symms was a huge man. He stood well over six feet and weighed two, ten.
His shoulders were very broad and he was heavily muscled like a football player. In spite of the fact that he was thirty-five years old, he didn't have an ounce of fat anywhere on his body. It was clear that he went to great lengths to keep himself in perfect physical condition.
His hair was blonde and cropped short. His jaw was firm and his chin was dimpled. He had crystal blue eyes and a disarming grin. His teeth were very white.
He had a broad chest. There were thick slabs of muscle all across his back, chest and shoulders. His neck was thick.
In spite of the girth of MacIntyre's upper torso, his waist and hips were very slim. He was built like a triangle point down. Sarah couldn't help but think that he was made by God specifically to fuck her hot pussy!
His thighs were very thick.
Sarah knew that one of his thighs was bigger around than her waist.
The woman had begun to do road work for her employer. She was quite a sleuth in her own right. In the recent past she had showed enough courage and ingenuity to gain MacIntyre's complete trust. She was now licensed and armed. It didn't hurt that she was a black belt in karate. There were those among the local cherry tops who thought Sarah silly, making jokes about her wearing high heels as she tracked deadly murderers.
The men who made those jokes had never seen what a single kick with one of those shoes could do to a man's face. It was not a pretty sight but Sarah wasn't squeamish.
MacIntyre pushed his chair back from his desk and turned to one side.
Sarah circled to his side of the desk and knelt before him.
His suit was starting to look a little crumpled. Sarah would suck his cock and let him fuck her in any hole he pleased but she would be damned before she would do his laundry.
Such are the trials and tribulations of a modem private dick.
Sarah pulled his jacket open and went for his belt buckle.
MacIntyre's hands and feet were extraordinarily large. Sarah knew the same to be true of other parts of his anatomy.
She could already see the bulge forming in the crotch of his trousers.
"How does he feel?" Sarah asked, unbuttoning the single button that held the top of his pants together. She pulled down his fly and hooked her fingers under the top of his pants and the elastic to his underwear at the same time. MacIntyre cooperated by lifting his ass, so Sarah could tug down his bottoms
"He needs to be sucked real bad, Sarah my love," MacIntyre said. He leaned back as she exposed his aroused genitalia. His cock came popping out like some kind of horny jack-in-the-box.
His dick was a full nine inches long. But that wasn't the impressive part.
It was thicker than Sarah's wrist, and it tilled her cunt to the very brim.
She had to stretch to take him. And when he fucked her ass forget it! She thought she would go out of her mind with the pleasure.
The beautiful chestnut haired private secretary gazed upon the private detective's pole of manhood with an expression on her beautiful face of unadulterated adoration.
She worshipped his cock.
Sarah pulled his pants and underwear all the way to his ankles.
MacIntyre opened his knees and leaned further back in the chair.
He slid his ass forward so his balls dangled over the edge.
Sarah could see that his cock was thickest at the head.
His head was shaped like an edible mushroom. Bulbous.
It was a deep purple color, almost black in limited light.
At that moment the head was thoroughly engorged with blood.
The skin that covered it was stretched smooth and thin.
The glans looked as if it would explode if more blood tried to pump in.
The skin there appeared to be as smooth as a plate of glass.
And Sarah knew that it felt just as smooth on her tingling taste buds.
The private secretary looked at the little hole at the tip of his spear.
This was the hole where both his piss and his come emerged.
She could see little lips on either side of the urethra.
The lips were swollen and puffy with MacIntyre's horniness.
The hole was opening and closing with the spasms he felt there.
The hole looked like a nether mouth trying in vain to speak.
The shaft of his cock was not quite as thick as the head.
It was a slightly lighter shade of purple but it was just as hard.
The underside of the stem was lined with dilated blue veins.
The veins ran the entire length of the tool, protruding from the surface. They made the man's cock look craggy.
Gnarled.
More like an angry weapon than a tool of love-making.
Sarah Warm flash lowered her eyes to the wrinkled sack that held the private detective's testicles.
MacIntyre's scrotal sack was so huge that Sarah had to stretch her fingers apart as far as she could get them to hold the entire thing at the same time. His balls were obviously swollen. They were the size of golf balls. The sack appeared to be filled to the brim with his hot sticky come. One would have thought that he hadn't shot his wad in weeks. The woman pulled her long chestnut colored hair back over her shoulders and out of her beautiful face so that it wouldn't get in the way and began to kiss and lick at the insides of MacIntyre's muscular thighs. She placed the fingertips on her right hand on the underside of MacIntyre's prick and pinned both the head and the shaft of that tool against his tie. She had to arch her fingers as she did this so that her long fingernails would not get in the way. Sarah had very long nails and she always kept them painted a deep red color the color of blood as it oozes from a freshly opened wound.
Sarah parted her lips.
She allowed her tongue to protrude far, making the tip pointy.
The private secretary placed the tip of her taster on the base of his balls.
She flicked back and forth lightly and quickly, drooling with lust.
Her salivary gland was going berserk. Her mouth watered with the taste of the man's delicious nuts. She switched to the flat part of her tongue and licked at his sack until the entire thing was saturated with the sweet spittle that spilled from the tip of her slightly curled taster.
She moved the fingertips on her free hand to the base of his balls after withdrawing her tongue. She turned her palm so that it was facing the ceiling of MacIntyre's office. She lifted his balls. She bobbed them up and down on her fingertips as if she were trying to determine how much they weighed.
Then she lifted them high so she could get her mouth under there. MacIntyre sighed as he felt her hot wet tongue on the hypersensitive patch of skin between the base of his scrotal sack and his tight puckered asshole.
The handsome private detective could feel the ache in his balls getting worse by the second. His balls felt as if they were on fire.
His semen felt as if it were coming to a boil inside the sack. He could feel his slippery silver seed swirling around his balls, anxious to squirt. He could already feel the tickle of sexual anxiety at the base of his cock. He knew that that tickle would do nothing but grow more intense until his sexual tension reached the saturation point and his come became inevitable. "Oh baby, that feels so good," MacIntyre exclaimed.
"I'm yours for all time, baby. I'll do whatever you want me to."
"Suck my balls, Sarah. Suck them good. Your lips are hot," he said.
Sarah concentrated on making her hot mouth cottony soft.
"You make my balls so hot," MacIntyre said, his voice strained.
The muscles in his throat were tense squeezing his voice box.
Sarah wrapped her lips around his left nut and sucked it lovingly.
She was careful not to be too rough with that gland of manhood.
She knew that she could hurt him badly if she sucked too hard.
But she didn't. She sucked just hard enough, and MacIntyre felt ready to burst.
It was impossible for the handsome man to keep his hips still by that time.
Sarh decided that it was time to get down to meat and potatoes of the blow job.
She cupped her right hand under his balls and opened her fingers very wide.
She squeezed at her boss' swollen glands rhythmically.
Sarah squeezed once for each beat of MacIntyre's heart.
In this manner she simulated the natural throbbing he felt there.
She again parted, her lips and stuck out a pointy tongue.
The beautiful woman was still pinning his cock against his tie.
She placed her tongue tip at the base of his cock on the underside.
She was looking at the swollen veins that protruded from the surface.
She decided to trace the thickest one to the tip of the lance.
She flicked back and forth lightly and quickly. MacIntyre's thigh muscles tensed. She paused as she got to a fleshy patch just below the glans where the cock head splits to make it look like a ripe plum. She knew that the man was particularly sensitive there. She then ran the tip of her tongue up to his piss hole and playing flicked at the swollen lips on either side of his opening and closing urethra. The man began to whimper. He was panting. He growled. He bucked with his hips. His face was very red. His back teeth were clenched so hard that the muscles at the sides of his face were protruding.
"SUCK MY COCK!" MacIntyre screamed.
It was clear that he was not in the mood to take no for an answer. Sarah relaxed the muscles in her jaw. She opened her mouth until it was gaping. She ran her tongue's flat part all over the head of his cock so that the bulbous purple glans was covered with a thin layer of slippery spittle.
She allowed his cock to come away from his tie. She wrapped her fingers around the stem at the very base. Her fingers barely made it all the way around. The tips of her fingernails pressed into the heel of her palm as she made a fist around his throbbing tool. Sarah plunged her mouth over the head of his lance. The corners of her mouth were pulled back by the girth of that cock head.
She wrapped her lips lightly around the ring of scar tissue at the base of the bulbous glans. She kept her tongue busy, flicking and rolling back and forth with it. MacIntyre began to make fierce grunting noises and his upward hip thrusts became increasingly frenzied. Sarah could tell that the man was not going to be satisfied with having just the head of his dick sucked. He wasn't going to be satisfied until he had rammed all nine inches of meat into her tender gullet. This was no blow job. This was a face fuck. That was the way the handsome private detective liked it. That's just the kind of guy he was. Sarah made sure to keep her sensuous lips curled over her straight teeth as she took his dick into her throat so that she wouldn't bite him by accident. The last thing she wanted to do was cause MacIntyre any pain. She pressed down with her head and managed to straighten her neck so that the violation of her oral cavity would be more comfortable for both of them.
Sarah remembered the first time she had taken his cock in her gullet.
It had hurt like hell. She had thought that she had been stabbed in the throat with a red hot poker.
She had gagged painfully, but she had gotten the whole thing in.
It became a lot easier with practice, and Sarah could now do it with a minimum of discomfort. MacIntyre often said that she should be a sword-swallower in the circus. Sarah assumed correctly that this was a compliment.
She could feel the huge head of his cock working back into her throat as her lips slid down the shaft toward the base. She had learned how to use her throat muscles to pleasure his cock. Sarah had a very talented mouth. She could make MacIntyre see stars by sucking his dick with her mouth and her gullet at the same time.
She took it all with ease.
She continued to pump his balls.
She bobbed up and down with her head. Her long hair fell in her face but both of her hands were occupied. She could feel his cock getting thicker and harder.
MacIntyre's breaths were getting shorter and closer together.
He was moaning with each of those rapid exhales wantonly.
Each moan was a little louder than the one before it.
Sarah bobbed up and down with her head faster and faster. MacIntyre was holding onto his arm-rests so tightly that his knuckles were white. He could feel the tickle at the base of his cock getting very intense. He could tell that she wouldn't have to suck him for very long before he would feed her with a hot meal.
Sarah loved to drink come.
She liked the taste.
She liked the texture.
And the beautiful private secretary knew it was good for her too.
MacIntyre had told her that a man's come was almost one-hundred percent protein.
Sometimes Sarah could feel herself getting healthier as she sucked his seed. Sarah pulled her mouth all the way to the ring of scar tissue at the base of his cock head before slamming back downward with her pretty face.
She could tell he was about to come.
She pulled up so that just the head of his cock was in her mouth.
She returned her right fist to the base of his stem and squeezed.
She sucked on the glans until her smooth cheeks were hollowed.
She made wet noises and pumped his shaft with her fist.
She squeezed a little more firmly at his swollen testicles.
The man threw back his head so that his face was toward the ceiling of his office.
His back teeth came unclenched at that moment and his mouth fell gaping open. He howled like a wolf.
His pumped his come into Sarah's hungry mouth.
The beautiful chestnut haired woman had to puff out her cheeks and begin to swallow immediately in her vain attempt to keep all of the come inside her mouth. She could feel the goo oozing from each comer of her mouth, rolling down onto her chin like honey. The come was hot.
At first her tongue and inner cheeks felt scalded.
The come rolled thickly down her gullet to her belly.
Sarah thought it had the texture of raw egg-whites.
And she thought it was very, very delicious. Yummy.
It tasted salty, and fishy, and ever-so-refreshing!
"Suck it! Suck it down. Milk me down! Skin it back and milk it down!" MacIntyre screamed in his ecstasy. He was only vaguely aware of what he was saying.
Sarah sucked on his cock until no more jam came from the little hole at the tip of the awesome spear.
She stopped pumping at the turgid stem of his erection and released her grip on his fiery glands.
The beautiful woman could feel his cock instantly lose the urgent rigidity of his arousal. All of his muscles relaxed and he collapsed down into his chair.
She pulled her mouth off of his cock head slowly. She closed her mouth for what seemed like the first time in ages. She had been forced to breathe exclusively through her nose as she allowed him to fuck her pretty face, and she had made snorting noises throughout the hot oral sex session. Now her nostrils were given a chance to relax as she could agian breathe through her mouth. Her jaw hinges felt a little rusty as she closed her mouth. Sarah pumped the shaft of MacIntyre's cock one more time, just to milk out any of the creamy fuck juice that might have remained in the long stem. Sure enough, several drops of cloudy dogwater oozed from MacIntyre's piss hole and Sarah licked them away with a single swipe of her slightly curled tongue tip, so they could join the rest of his come in her belly. She could see that there was a thin film of come all over the head of his cock and she used the flat part of her tongue to lick it away. The beautiful woman did not stop lapping happily at the deflating head of MacIntyre's cock until it was as clean as a whistle and the only thing that made it wet and shiny was the hot spittle she spilled. She then released her grip on his cock and allowed it to slouch downward toward the inside of his thick thigh the tool of manhood humbled by the orgasm and again influenced by the force of gravity.
Sarah then stood up and allowed the man to pull up his own pants and underwear. She returned to her chair on the other side of his oak wood desk.
She crossed her eyes. She sat and placed her steno pad in her lap before she remembered the come that had oozed from the corners of her mouth toward her chin. She cleaned off her own face with a broad sweep of her pink tongue.
"Well, what were we talking about," Sarah said as if nothing had happened.
She had a warm spot in the pit of her flat stomach.
The beautiful woman could feel a flame of desire in his loins.
It was a wonder that anything ever got done in that office.
Sarah Warm flash and MacIntyre Symms were like minks, "The Cummings case. We have to get inside the school," MacIntyre said.
With his passion appeased, MacIntyre was again all-business.
Sarah on the other hand had ants in her pants. She fidgeted.
The beautiful woman shifted her weight from one buttock to the other.
"Sounds like a job for me," Sarah said, finding her pencil after some search.
"I can't help but agree. Do you think you could pass for seventeen."
"For sure, for sure," Sarah said, pretending to be chewing gum.
"Good girl. I'll have Max come up with a cover for you. You will be a discipline problem. I want you to get yourself in trouble as quickly as possible. I'll put a beeper on your clothes. Press the button on the beeper and help will be on the way. I have heard that they have a regular dungeon set up down there. I know these are bad girls, but there are limits after all. Cummings didn't sound like he liked the idea of his daughter being in there at all. I would think that he would have a choice about the matter, but he says the administration at the school has been frighteningly vague with him. I'll be outside the school the whole time you are in there. If you signal that you are in trouble I will find you faster than you can count to ten. I suggest you don't take your piece in there. It wouldn't look good. Logic has it that you would be searched by the time you got there. You are going to be showing up in a police truck, after all."
"Gotcha."
"We start first thing in the morning. Your eyes are cameras while you are inside. You know the deal."
"Of course, Chief!"
"Any questions?"
"Uh huh."
"What's that?"
"Would you eat my pussy?" Sarah said. "I'm dying over here!"
"I'm sorry. I forgot you were worked up,"
MacIntyre said.
Sarah set down her steno pad and took long strides toward him.
"I'll do better than eat your pussy," MacIntyre said with a smile.
"How's that?" Sarah said, making a purring sound in her throat.
"I'll eat your cunt and then I'll fuck your pussy inside out!"
"Oooh, MacIntyre. It makes me cream just thinking about it!"
They moved toward one another as if they were moving in slow motion.
Sarah was a tall woman. Statuesque. Her legs were long.
She placed her hands on the back of MacIntyre's strong neck.
She intertwined her fingers and looked up into his baby blues.
The man placed his huge hands at the sides of her waist.
Their lips parted and they crushed their bodies together with passion.
Sarah could feel her breasts pressed flat against his chest.
MacIntyre could feel the pebbles that were her hard nipples.
Their mouths came together hungrily and they touched tongues.
Sarah could feel herself shivering a bit with the intimate contact.
She could feel the little hairs at the nape of her neck stand on end and every square inch of her shapely form was covered with a thick layer of goose flesh.
They rolled their tongues together in a wet internal swordfight.
They quaffed deeply and cheerfully of each other's spittle.
They explored the insides of each other's mouths boldly.
Teeth, gums, and inner cheeks were all caressed by the other.
They sucked on each other's tongue soulfully and kept their eyes closed.
They were both breathless with passion by the time the kiss was through.
Sarah Warm flash's mature pussy was swollen and lubricated. Her panties were wet.
They weren't damp.
Not moist.
Soaking wet!
MacIntyre moved his mouth to the side of her neck. He kissed, licked and bit at her jugular vein. Sarah purred once again and felt her clit throbbing demanding MacIntyre's direct stimulation!
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When Mistress Marlene was tired of beating Candy's ass and the backs of her legs, she walked over to Melinda. She didn't want the little black haired girl to feel left out after all. She stood before Melinda and held the riding crop in front of her menacingly.
"Spread your legs!" Marlene screamed.
Melinda knew that there was no point in refusing the order.
Marlene would find a way to make her spread her legs anyway.
Melinda pointed her knees in opposite direction and Marlene whipped cruelly at the insides of her thighs. Once or twice the rod came down right across the lips of Melinda's pussy. The pain was blinding and there were soon tears streaming down her dark cheeks. But Melinda found the pain to be intrinsically sexual. She rather enjoyed it. She could feel the ache in her pussy getting worse.
Marlene tossed the riding crop away. It scuttled across the dirt floor into a far corner where there was a table covered with tools of torture.
Mistress Marlene took large strides on her high heels to that corner and found a jar of K-Y Jelly and a black leather glove. She chuckled to herself with sadistic satisfaction.
"My sweet little blonde Candy," Marlene said, baring her teeth evilly. "It is time for the two of us to play a little game."
"What game?" Candy managed to say.
Her throat was dry.
Her tongue felt ready to stick to the roof of her mouth.
"This is a game called 'Let's see how much we can fit inside Candy's asshole.'"
"I don't want to play," Candy said through her tears.
"Oh, but it's fun. I will fit more up your bung than you would have thought possible," Marlene said.
"You'll tear me apart!"
"Perhaps."
"Why don't you just kill me and get it over with," Candy said.
"Few die. Most linger for a very, very long time," Marlene said.
Melinda didn't want to watch. But she couldn't help it. The little black haired girl was unable to look away.
Her stare was fixed.
Morbid curiosity had control of Melinda's will.
Melinda could feel her pussy getting wet with hominess.
She knew she was going to make a wet spot on the wooden chair. Mistress Marlene walked swiftly to the foot of the torture table.
Candy had never been so frightened in her entire life.
Mistress Marlene made an ordeal of donning the black leather glove.
She pressed between her fingers and tugged conscientiously at the wrist.
She set the plastic jar of jelly on the table between Candy's thighs.
Candy found herself struggling against her stringent bondage in spite of the fact that she knew she didn't have one in a million chance of losing herself.
Her struggling only made the cuffs feel tighter around her slim wrists and ankles. She had long lost all feeling in her hands and feet.
Marlene placed one hand on each of Candy's ass cheeks.
She kneaded the flesh, as a chef might knead unrisen dough in preparation for the baking oven.
She turned her fingers inward so that they were pointing at the crack of Candy's tender fanny. She pressed into the flesh with her fingertips so hard that the firm yet supple flesh puckered. She then pulled the ass cheeks cruelly apart, stretching the skin in the crack. It was at that point that the woman realized just how little pubic hair Candy had. Marlene had noticed Melinda's shaved pussy. The black haired girl would pay for such sluttish behavior. Marlene could see that there wasn't a single hair on Candy's asshole.
Then the dominatrix bitch did something neither of the girl's expected.
She lowered her head so that she could get her tongue between the grossly parted buttocks. Candy shivered as she felt the tip of Marlene's tongue at the top of her ass crack. The leather clad dominatrix bitch began to flick back and forth with the tip of her taster. She moved toward the hole. The frightened asshole.
Marlene licked Candy's bung.
She rimmed the little girl's asshole clean.
The mucous membrane of Candy's sphincter was hot and tasty. Mistress Marlene stiffened her tongue and made it pointy at the tip. She stuck it out of her mouth as far as she could get it. She stuck her tongue deep into Candy's anus. The tip of the tongue worked past the tight tube of muscle at Candy's rectum and into her bowels.
But this was merely a playful opening to a very cruel act.
Marlene pulled her tongue out of the hole and flicked the metallic cap from the plastic jar of lubricating jelly with her meat hand.
The dominatrix bitch used her glove hand to keep the ass cheeks pulled apart as far as they would go.
The numbness was starting to wear off in the ass cheeks, and Candy could feel the pain once again from the brutal whipping she had received.
Marlene released her grip on the ass so she could cover the leather glove with K--Y Jelly. She then pulled the buttocks open again and began to push the middle finger on the gloved hand deep into the hole.
She added a second finger.
And then a third.
Candy began to howl with pain.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mistress Marlene planted her spike high heels firmly apart on the packed dirt floor of the torture room.
She stood with her feet a little more than shoulder-width apart her knees bent just a little bit.
Her shoulders were back. She puffed out her chest so that her tits rose even higher up into the air.
Her nipples were very hard. Her chin was high and proud. Her flat tummy was sucked in with her breath.
The evil dominatrix bitch straightened her right arm and shifted her weight so she could get the whole weight of her body behind the penetration effort.
Candy let out a horrible scream of pain. Melinda could hear a tearing sound as the sphincter gave way under the pressure.
Melinda winced as she heard the awful gurgling noise of agony Candy made in the back of her sweet throat.
Mistress Marlene's eyes went wide as she watched her gloved hand push all the way up into Candy's hot ass.
Candy felt like she was going to pass out. Actually, she was praying that she would be able to lose consciousness.
The pretty little blonde had never known such pain in her entire life. She would have preferred death.
Mistress Marlene began to twist her fist. Then she fucked in and out of the hole with it brutally.
The black leather glove had blood on it from the wounds Mistress Marlene had opened with the violent violation.
Melinda was feeling hornier than ever. She would have fingered her cunt and diddled her pussy to climax if her hands hadn't been bound behind her.
Melinda had welts on the dark insides of her thighs from Mistress Marlene's savage horse-whip. They stung.
Mistress Marlene pulled the leather glove out of Candy's asshole and held it up to her stern ace. The evil woman's back teeth were tightly ;lenched together.
Candy was sniffling and whining on the table. She felt exhausted. All of her energy had been drained by the abuse.
But the evil dominatrix bitch was not yet through with the pretty little blonde. Not by a long shot.
Mistress Marlene peeled off the glove, making sure she didn't get any blood on her hands. She threw the glove in a corner sink and moistened a rag so she could mop the blood from between the creamy white cheeks of Candy Cumming's ass. When she was done cleaning up, she unlocked the cruel steel cuffs that held the little girl's wrists and ankles in place. Candy thought that her session was over.
She was wrong. The dominatrix merely flipped the little girl over onto her back on the torture table and re-administered the cruel bondage.
Candy could feel the teeth on the inside of those steel cuffs once again biting into her tender flesh.
The pretty little blonde had not been loose for long enough for the sensation to return to her hands and feet.
Candy's legs were still spread open to a ninety degree angle. Mistress Marlene stood at the foot of the torture table and looked at Candy's nearly bald snatch.
Candy could feel blood continuing to trickle out of her anus onto the table beneath her. The numbness had worn off in the cheeks of her ass.
The pretty little teenager could once again feel the full fury of the brutal whipping she had received earlier.
Melinda could feel her clitoris poking out from under the fleshy semi-circle sheath that usually all but covered it.
Her little man in the boat was throbbing harshly. The center of her womanly pleasure was quivering.
Mistress Marlene went to the far side of the torture room and searched for a piece of equipment she needed.
Mistress Marlene's eyes were open so wide at that point that the whites were visible all the way around her green pupils.
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She looked as if she were taking speed. Her wide eyes made her look even more like a cat. Mistress Marlene believed in reincarnation. She thought that she actually had been a cat in a previous life.
"Now it is time to ravage that hot pussy of yours," Mistress Marlene said. She picked up an instrument of torture that suited her needs perfectly.
Mistress Marlene licked at her full lips with the tip of her tongue in spite of the fact that they were already moist.
The instrument had four prongs on the end of it that were designed to keep the lips of a cunt pulled open.
In the center of the four prongs was a phallic pole, with savage metallic pumps protruding from the shaft.
"Now we are going to play a new game. This is called how much we can fit inside Candy's cunt," Marlene said.
Candy couldn't even cry.
She felt as if she had cried away all of her tears.
There was no more saltwater in the pretty blonde's ducts.
Her eyes were very red, and more swollen than ever.
Mistress Marlene moved swiftly back to the foot of the torture table.
Then she had an idea. The bitch was very horny. She needed to come.
She untied Melinda from her wooden chair and ordered her to stand. Melinda was silent.
"Go over to the foot of the torture table and kneel with your back to the little cunt's feet," Mistress Marlene said with an evil smile.
Melinda obeyed.
"That's good. While I ram this rod deep into your friend's pussy, you can eat mine. You had better make me come. Terrible things happen to little girls who try to make me come and fail."
Melinda knew that she had better do her damn best to make the woman come. Naturally, Melinda had never eaten a pussy before. The idea didn't disgust her however. She had read somewhere that everyone was bisexual to a degree. At the time the idea had struck her as ridiculous, but considering the super-ache Melinda had in her pussy at that moment, she was starting to have some second thoughts on the matter. The little girl knelt and the bitch quickly moved into position over her. Melinda pressed her nose very close to the woman's cunt. It smelled fishy. Very pungent. Mistress Marlene had quite an aromatic cunt.
Melinda began to lick it. After a while she began to get used to the smell and the flavor. She began to enjoy it. Melinda's lapping gained enthusiasm as she proceeded. When the little black haired girl heard the dominatrix moan with pleasure, she knew she was well on her way toward accomplishing her goal.
Marlene rammed the rod into Candy's cunt.
Again the little blonde screamed bloody murder with her agony.
"I'll never be able to have babies!" Candy screamed in horror.
Mistress Marlene thought that was the funniest thing she had ever heard.
MacIntyre Symms lightly kissed Sarah Warmflash's erect nipples. The chestnut haired woman was writhing on the thick carpet. The carpet was a deep red color. The same color as Sarah's fingernails and toenails.
MacIntyre parted his lips and placed the tip of his tongue on Sarah's left nipple. He rolled his tongue tip lazily over the rosebud. Then he licked across the feminine erection with the flat part of his tongue.
He flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across her nipple until the entire thing was covered with his hot spittle. MacIntyre was very happy. He could feel the ache returning to his balls in spite of the fact that his beautiful private secretary had sucked him off and swallowed his seed only a few moments before. He could tell that it wouldn't be long before the blood would start to pump back into his cock. He pulled his tongue away from her nipple for a moment and Sarah begged him to suck it. She was moving her hips from both side to side and up and down. Her breathing was very short and rapid. She was moaning with each of her exhales. There was an urgency in her voice as she begged her employer for lip service.
But MacIntyre was a tease.
He puckered his lips.
He blew cool air onto the hot wet nipple and Sarah groaned deeply. She shook like a leaf.
The little hairs at the back of her head stood on end.
Her entire shapely form was covered with goose pimples.
"Please suck it," Sarah Warmflash said, her lips pulling back tightly over her pearly white teeth.
MacIntyre gave in. He wrapped his hot lips around the erection and created a vacuum in his oral cavity.
He hollowed his cheeks and kept his tongue busy, so he could lick and suck at the nipple at the same time.
MacIntyre rubbed his teeth against her nipple. He sucked the skin around the rosebud taut. Sarah panted wildly.
MacIntyre released his grip on her nipple and repeated the entire process with the other breast. She loved it all.
Only then did he began to kiss his way down the flat, writhing plain of Sarah's belly. She opened and closed her knees rapidly. Her toes curled under and gripped at the pile of the deep fuck rug. She had her hands on his shoulders and she was pressing her fingertips into his finely-toned muscles so that her knuckles were white. She scratched him with her nails.
MacIntyre placed his hands over Sarah's huge tits and opened his long fingers very far apart. He squeezed her tits.
He cupped his palms. He could feel her hard nipples pressing and throbbing against the centers of his palms.
He moved each of her tits in slow sensuous circles as he licked and kissed at her delicious tummy.
He stuck out his tongue and traced a wet circle around her dimpled belly butt on. Already the handsome private detective could smell his woman's cunt.
Sarah could feel her natural lubrication drooling out of the base of her pussy and down into the crack of her ass. She could tell that she was making a wet spot on the rug.
Sarah had always been thankful that MacIntyre had a dark rug. It never showed the stains they left on it just about every day of the week.
MacIntyre released his grip on her tits and moved so that he was on his belly on the rug with his head between Sarah's parted gams.
The chestnut haired woman had the balls of her feet pressed against the carpet. Her knees were raised slightly and were pointing in opposite directions.
Sarah was straining to get her thighs as far apart as she could. The handsome man began to kiss and suck at the flesh of her inner thighs.
He gazed at her pussy lovingly and moved his hands to the backs of her thighs. He pushed upward. Sarah's toes were forced to release their grip on the rug.
Her feet toes now pointed lifted from the floor. Her knees were forced back toward her tits. MacIntyre made the woman roll back onto her shoulders and the back of her head.
Sarah's ass cheeks rolled up off the carpet and MacIntyre immediately began to bite and suck at the buttocks. He sighed. He slid his hands down to the twin globes of round tender flesh.
"Your ass is so sweet," he said.
"Taste it! Taste my ass!" Sarah said in a frenzy. Her voice was high-pitched with her rising passion.
She wailed.
MacIntyre turned his fingers inward, his elbows outward.
Sarah reached up to clutch herself at the shins, holding herself in position. MacIntyre pressed into the cheeks of her ass with his fingertips hard enough to make the flesh pucker. He then pulled her ass cheeks open and placed the tip of his tongue at the top of her ass crack, which was closest to the floor. He had to lower his head so that his chin was on the rug. He parted his lips and stuck out his tongue. He began to flick it back and forth lightly and quickly. The handsome man drew his tongue upward deeper between the globes of round womanly ass. He tasted her asshole. She whimpered and whined as she felt his hot wet taster on her nether eye. MacIntyre ran the tip of his tongue in a small circle, tracing the puckered ring of muscle at the mouth of the beautiful woman's rectum. He licked across her asshole with the flat part of his tongue. His nose was pressing against her pussy thus enhancing the woman's physical pleasure. He moved his nose from side to side to caress her twat, and Sarah could feel her asshole and her pussy being pleasured by the private detective's face at the same time. She was making grunting noises that seemed to be coming all the way from the pit of her belly. The man stuck his tongue out very far, stiffened it, and made it pointy at the tip. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the center of her asterisk asshole and pushed inside. Sarah let out a deep groan of pleasure as she felt the tip of his bold and curious taster push past the tight tube of muscle into her bowels. MacIntyre rimmed her clean. He fucked her ass with his tongue. It was oral buggery, and Sarah Warm flash loved every second of it. MacIntyre could already taste the woman's cunt. A lot of her natural lubrication had dripped down into the crack of her ass. He pulled his tongue out of her bung. He had licked her down there until all of her delicious anal flavor was gone. He licked at the inch long patch of tissue between the woman's asshole and the base of her poontang for a moment. He then stuck his tongue between her inner cunt lips at the base of her slit. He licked at the mouth of her fuck hole where her sticky fruit juices were gathered most plentifully.
MacIntyre parted his fingers so he could hold the woman's buttocks and the lips of her pussy far apart at the same time. He began to flick the tip of his tongue back and forth up and down the totally engorged outer lips of her cooze. He licked at the sides of her clit, but never touched her love button.
The man could feel the blood pumping back into his cock.
He could tell that he would soon have another erection.
He would have a full-fledged boner by the time he was through dining.
Sarah could feel her sexual tension growing very fast.
The pressure in her lower belly was incredible by that time.
She was bucking up and down with her hips with increased fury.
MacIntyre wrapped his strong arms around the tops of her thighs.
He moved the palms of his hands to her soft flat abdomen.
He pressed down so that she would not be able to hit his face with her pubic bone. Sarah pressed upward with her loins against the palms of MacIntyre's hands. The man flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across the slightly curled-back edges of her inner labia. The man stuck his tongue deep into the woman's seething cunt.
Sarah gurgled.
Whimpered.
"Make me come."
Her voice was pathetic as she begged him for treasured release.
The man worked his tongue in and out of her cunt hole fast.
Sarah could feel herself moving to the edge of ecstasy.
She could feel her sexual tension reaching the saturation point.
"MAKE ME COME!" she screamed in a very loud voice.
MacIntyre was a savage tease. He would make her wait for bliss. He moved his head a little to one side as he tongue-fucked her.
He didn't wanted to directly stimulate her clit with his nose.
He didn't want her orgasm to start by accident. He remained in control.
He was going to lick every nook and cranny of her pussy before he touched the center of her womanly pleasure.
Sarah was livid.
Every muscle in the beautiful woman's body began to tense.
She was shaking. Her face was red. Her chest heaved.
MacIntyre drew his tongue out of her hole and licked at her urethra.
Sarah could feel her inner cunt lips opening and closing with spasms.
She could feel a scream growing in her tummy yearning to emerge.
The man could tell that Sarah could take the pressure no longer.
He didn't wanted to tire the old girl out too much, after all.
Sarah Warm flash had a busy day ahead of her working under cover.
MacIntyre placed the tip of his right forefinger at the top of her slit.
He pressed the upper edge of her clit's foreskin and pulled up.
He peeled the fleshy sheath away from her love button completely.
The handsome man placed the tip of his tongue directly on the bulb.
The clit was hard.
It throbbed sharply against the tip of his aroused taster. He had a boner.
He would be more than ready to fuck by the time he was through eating out the beautiful woman's boiling honey pot.
"SUCK PUSSY!" Sarah screamed.
MacIntyre smiled inwardly.
MacIntyre left the tip of his tongue on the woman's little man in the boat for a fraction of a second and pulled it away suddenly.
He touched her as lightly as he could. He sought the most subtle oral caress. The intensity of Sarah's pleasure was incredible considering how softly he had touched the magic spot.
"MACINTYRE! PLEASE! M-M-M-MAKE ME COME!" Sarah screamed.
The beautiful woman was thrashing her head from side to side.
MacIntyre gave in. He placed his tongue firmly on her clit.
This time he left it there. He began to wiggle his taster.
The handsome private detective heard the woman screaming.
"CCCCOOOOMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!! " Sarah Warmflash hollered in her unadulterated ecstasy. Her voice became so high-pitched that only a stray dog that might have been wandering around the building could hear it.
MacIntyre could feel her pussy squirt fluid onto her lower lip.
She trembled like a leaf. MacIntyre rolled her little man in the boat with the tip of his tongue in a slow sensuous circle. He rolled the ball of fiery flesh as if it were a pearl in a sea of molten jelly.
He pressed harder on the clit and began to flick back and forth with his tongue. Sarah could feel the massive explosions in her pussy. Her clit felt as if it were exploding.
She could feel the pleasure shooting up her spine to the base of her skull. The bliss felt like a clap of rolling thunder as it moved toward her brain.
Her eyes were closed so tightly that the lids were wrinkled and her long eyelashes were pressed against the base of her eye socket bone.
Her nose was moving up and down very fast and her mouth was falling gaping open. Her jaw dropped so low with her ecstasy that it threatened to lock in that position. Sarah was only vaguely aware of the discomfort in her face. It was next to insignificant compared to the extraordinary pleasure MacIntyre was giving her slash with his handsome face. The man then wrapped his lips around her clit. He sucked and licked at the love button at the same time and elongated her pleasure. Sarah felt as if the come were going to go on forever.
The corners of her mouth were stretched tight. Her teeth were bared.
MacIntyre sucked and licked at her clit until her come was through.
MacIntyre sensed all of the woman's muscles relaxing at the same time.
She collapsed on the rug and her rib-cage continued to heave.
She found that she could breathe normally once again.
She rapidly went about the task of catching her breath.
MacIntyre pulled his mouth away from her clit when her come ended.
He knew that that spot was too sensitive to be touched just then.
Sarah could feel her ecstasy end as quickly as it had begun.
Her entire body was filled with the warmth of her afterglow.
There was a pleasant buzz in her loins. But there was still an ache.
She basked in her glow for a moment, but it soon faded.
There was a tremendous itch inside her pussy that needed his cock.
She needed to be fucked desperately. The clit come was great but no sex session was through before the two got down to some good old-fashioned fucking!
"Fuck me," she said.
MacIntyre got up on his hands and knees and looked at her beautiful body.
Sarah immediately looked under his belly to check out his cock.
The private secretary grinned happily. Her eyes twinkled.
She could see that MacIntyre's cock was fully erect.
It was long and thick. She knew it was as hard as a rock.
The chestnut haired woman strained her thighs apart and held her arms out.
MacIntyre crawled on top of her so that their faces were together.
Sarah licked all of the cunt juices off of the man's handsome face.
Sarah knew that she loved the flavor of her own natural lubrication.
She licked his kisser until it was as clean as a whistle.
The only thing making MacIntyre's face wet was Sarah's saliva.
They kissed hungrily and explored each other's mouths.
MacIntyre could feel Sarah's hard nipples throbbing against his chest.
He got completely naked.
The man's chest and belly were covered with a thick rug of fur.
Sarah's huge boobs were pressed flat against his body.
MacIntyre placed the palms of his hands on the rug, palms flat.
He curled his fingers and dug the tips into the rug's pile.
He pressed down and lifted the upper half of his torso.
Sarah could feel his cock throbbing against her lower belly.
It felt heavy with blood, and it throbbed as if a separate organism.
MacIntyre arched his back and lifted his head until only the beautiful woman's nipples were touching his chest.
He lifted his loins so that the tip of his prick was touching the woman mid-way between her dimpled belly button and the top of her pubic patch.
Sarah's pubies grew in a perfect inverted triangle.
The hair covered her mound entirely. She kept it trimmed neat.
Sarah believed that a girl's pussy should be just as pretty as the rest of the package.
There was always the scent of musk oil about her thighs which became especially erotic when mixed with the odor of her drooling cooze.
MacIntyre supported the weight of his upper body with his left arm exclusively. That elbow was locked into the straight position. His knees were close together and on the floor. The tops of his feet rested on the rug.
He reached back with his right arm and grabbed the base of his cock in his fist. He squeezed his meat.
The handsome blonde man wanted to make sure his dong was as thick and hard as possible. He sighed with satisfaction.
He was not disappointed.
He was like granite down there.
MacIntyre had been blessed with a very cooperative prick.
His dong got hard and stiff any time he wanted it to.
He could come many times during a single sex session.
Sometimes Sarah feared he was more man than she could handle. Alone at least.
She knew that there were plenty of woman in the world who thought MacIntyre sexy. She had to be the best lover she possibly could at all times to hold onto him. She was still insecure in the relationship. She didn't know how deep MacIntyre's love for her was. The private detective had not been with another woman since he had hired the shapely secretary.
MacIntyre used his right hand to guide the tip of his prick.
He winced as he slid his bulbous cock head through her pubies.
That gives one an idea of how hypersensitive his glans was.
"I want you inside me so bad I can taste it." Sarah said.
"I am going to fuck all of the wrinkles from your muff," he said.
Sarah moaned.
MacIntyre rubbed his piss hole against the woman's clit.
He slit the head of his cock up and down the wet slash.
Sarah was writhing beneath him, making hungry sounds in her mouth.
She licked her lips and began to bounce on her round ass cheeks.
MacIntyre covered the head of his cock with a thin film of lubrication.
He knew the fuck would be easier if he made the tip of his lance slippery.
Sarah had a very tight pussy. He had taught her to do exercises when she made water to stay that way.
The beautiful woman still had to stretch to take his cock.
CHAPTER FIVE
Melinda Mulligan discovered Mistress Marlene's clit to be very large. The little black haired girl had no trouble finding the cruel dominatrix bitch's love button with the tip of her busily licking tongue.
The little girl only knew how she liked to have her own pussy licked so she tried to use the same techniques on the leather-clad woman.
Melinda could hear Candy's cried of pain getting weaker. The little blonde was beginning to pass out. Her pain was to be temporarily relieved by the bliss of her unconsciousness.
Melinda heard Candy go silent and she could tell that she was no longer awake. For all the little black haired girl knew, the bound blonde was dead.
Mistress Marlene pulled the bloody pole from Candy's cunt and decided to concentrate her attention exclusively on the pleasure the other girl was giving her wet cunt.
The dominatrix set the apparatus on the table between Candy's parted thighs and looked down at the top of Melinda's head.
"That's good, my little slave. Suck Mistress Marlene's smelly old cunt!" the bitch said with a shiver of sexual excitement in her voice.
Melinda began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth across the huge bulb of fiery flesh. Mistress Marlene stood with her hips out in front of the rest of her body.
The little girl could tell that her pretty face was getting all wet and shiny from the cunt juices that spilled from the bitch's eager poontang.
Melinda wrapped her lips around the woman's hot clit and sucked it.
Mistress Marlene could feel her sexual tension burgeoning.
She was panting and Melinda could tell she was succeeding.
Melinda knew that she was going to make the bitch pop her rocks.
She sucked and licked at the woman's clit simultaneously.
That tipped Mistress Marlene over the edge into womanly ecstasy.
The bitch grabbed Melinda by the back of her pretty head.
She pressed that dark face against her pussy as hard as she could. The little black haired girl found that it was suddenly difficult to breathe.
Her nose was pressed into Mistress Marlene's plentiful pubic patch.
Melinda could hear herself snorting loudly for air.
She sucked and licked at the clit a little harder than before.
Melinda was licking across the love button with the flat part of her tongue. She licked as hard as she could. Mistress Marlene could feel her clit being pressed flat against the base of her pubic bone by the little girl's enthusiastic taster.
Every muscle in the woman's body tensed and she shivered. She threw back her head and arched her back. She turned her face so that it was pointing at the ceiling of the torture room.
She looked at the skulls that dangled from the ceiling for a moment before the explosions in her pussy began and she was forced to close her green cay eyes tightly.
She burst into orgasm and Melinda felt extremely proud of herself. She had made her come! First try. Melinda would have enjoyed the experience had it not been tainted with her fears of events to follow.
Melinda sucked and licked at the clit until the woman's come was over.
As Candy lay still on the torture table with something that looked like cranberry sauce oozing from the base of her ravaged pussy, her sleep was troubled by bothersome dreams.
Her dream began quite pleasantly. She was dressed in a white gown. She realized that it was her wedding day.
But then she looked around and she realized that the wedding was not to take place in a church. She was to be wed in the middle of a three-ring circus.
At no time did she see the groom.
She could only see the guests. Many of whom were grotesque with faces like the Mistress' caged nymphets.
There was a bearded lady, a thin man, a lion tamer and midgets.
There were many midgets.
At one point she saw at least five midgets climbing on top of each other's shoulders. The midget on top had an erection, and they were making their human totem pole near the tail end of a tusked elephant.
There was no wedding ceremony. In Candy's dream the scene shifted to the reception which was being held in a huge place that resembled an airplane hanger or perhaps even the inside of a whale.
The roof was domed and silver. She could hear a waiter with a thick blustering English accent babbling on about a problem with the midgets.
"Those who were assigned table were unaware of table 5 A," the waiter said. Candy searched the room for the midgets and realized that there table was actually under another, and the naughty little men were taking turns feeling up the fully-grown ladies in their imagine gowns. Candy ran. She ran and ran in her dream until she came to a reflective pool. She looked at her own face and could see immediately that she was no longer beautiful.
Then she woke up.
And the nightmare really began! Melinda had been rebound to her chair. Mistress Marlene was busy cleaning up the mess she had made between Candy's legs.
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"I'm in the mood for a little symbolism." Mistress Marlene said.
Candy whimpered with the pain between her legs. Her cunt and asshole were very sore, and she could tell that they were going to be sore for a long time.
Mistress Marlene re-tied Candy's blonde hair into pig-tails and unchained her from the torture table.
The dominatrix bitch lifted the little girl off the table and carried her to the far corner of the torture room, beside the row of cages.
There on the floor of the torture room was a wooden cross.
Candy Cummings was about to be crucified by the bitch.
Although this was to be crucifixion with sadistic modifications.
The woman was very strong. She moved the diminutive blonde around as if the little girl were as light as a feather.
She tied Candy's wrists to the top bar of the cross and allowed her feet to remain free, so that they would dangle when the cross was lifted upright.
Attached to the beam of the cross was a vise-grip device that ran snug between the little girl's ravaged cunt lips and the cheeks of her tortured ass.
By screwing the vise tighter, Mistress Marlene could make a metallic screw dig painfully into the little girl's lower belly, just below her navel and above her mound.
"There should really be music with this," Mistress Marlene said. She raised the cross.
The base fit into a formed hole in the dirt floor of the torture room.
The force of gravity forced Candy's crotch down hard on the pole between her legs. The flesh of her abdomen felt as if it were going to tear at any minute.
Mistress Marlene was pleased with her job. She stood and admired the crucified blonde with her strong arms folded across her breasts.
"Wonderful," she said.
But then the bitch turned and looked at Melinda.
The black haired girl's face still had cunt juice on it.
Their eyes locked and Melinda began to shiver with fear.
"Now it is your turn, slut," Mistress Marlene said.
"I ate your pussy good," Melinda said. "I made you come."
"I am going to show you what happens to little girl's who shave their pussies," Mistress Marlene said.
MacIntyre Symms adjusted his hips so that the shaft of his awesome prick was at the appropriate angle for deep vaginal penetration.
The handsome blonde private detective tensed the muscles in his ass cheeks with his determination. He pressed his buttocks together as hard as he could.
At that moment the world's strongest man would not have been able to pry open the cheeks of MacIntyre's ass not even if he were allowed to use a crow bar!
The second he had his cock and lower torso in fucking position, he began to press down, and Sarah could feel the pressure increasing on her inner cunt lips.
Then those cunt lips began to stretch open. Her pussy mouth opened until it was gaping. The flesh was taut. The head of his cock pushed inside the hole.
The initial penetration made a wet sucking noise and Sarah could feel her swollen and stretched inner poontang lips gripping at the ring of scar tissue at the base of MacIntyre's bulbous purple cock head. Her pussy had to open as far as it could possibly go to take him.
The beautiful woman wrapped her arms under his and around to his back.
She placed the palms of her hands between his broad shoulder blades.
The private secretary used the tips of her red fingernails so scratch his back. Her knees were still in the air and she was squeezing at the sides of his hips with the insides of her thighs.
The woman could feel the tip of her man's lance moving deeper into her pussy a fraction of an inch at a time. She thought that it would take MacIntyre forever to get the entire length of the shaft into her cunt.
She could feel the focal point of her womanly desire shifting to a spot on the upper roof of her inner pussy not far from her dimpled cervix.
The chestnut haired woman could tell that something wonderful was going to happen when the man rammed that magic spot with the tip of his dong.
She was going to come.
But not clitorally.
Deep-vaginally!
The come (or more appropriately comes) that he would give her while fucking her hot poontang would be different from the orgasm she had received while the handsome man licked and sucked at her love button at the same time. But he was being patient. He pushed down with a smooth steady motion. He was under absolute control.
His breathing was almost slow. It was a dawdling breathing pace compared to the way Sarah's lungs were working.
Then the tip of his cock touched the magic spot and Sarah could feel her anticipated deep-vaginal climax.
She found that the come was shorter and sharper than the one MacIntyre had given her with his mouth.
But the pleasure still spread in concentric circles to fill her body enveloping her with pleasure.
And the best thing about this come was that Sarah could tell it was only the first of many she would have turning the course of the savage fuck.
She could feel her inner pussy convulsing. MacIntyre increased the downward pressure of the lower half of his body, and Sarah could soon feel the tip of his cock pressing against the back wall of her pussy.
There were still several inches of cock left to be pushed inside and she knew exactly how far she would have to stretch internally before her inner cunt lips would have the satisfaction of gripping him at the hilt. He drove all the way in and Sarah called out with her unadulterated joy. The beautiful private secretary's face was contorting with her pleasure. MacIntyre slid the rest of his cock inside her pussy. Sarah could feel the head of his cock throbbing against a spot incredibly deep inside her belly. She could feel her inner labia gripping his dong at the base. She could feel his balls resting against her ass cheeks.
Sarah prayed that MacIntyre would start fucking right away.
MacIntyre never overlooked an opportunity to tease the woman.
He continued to press down ever after his cock was all the way in.
This gave Sarah the illusion that he was inking deeper into her womanhood.
He found the core of her womanhood with his tool of manhood.
Sarah could feel him gyrating his slim yet powerful hips.
MacIntyre was moving his tensed ass cheeks in a slow circle.
He stretched her inner cunt lips and the inner walls of her pussy in evey possible direction.
"Please fuck me!"
MacIntyre gave in.
He began to withdraw, jack-knifing at the waist a bit.
The private detective pulled out almost as slowly as he entered.
He didn't stop until only the tip of his cock was inside her keeping her inner cunt lips propped open.
He paused and took a deep breath, completely filling his lungs with air. He then plunged his cock into her cooze as hard as he possibly could. His entire cock rammed into her hungry cunt in one fell swoop. Her pussy made a farting noise. Her eyes bugged out.
A lightning bolt of pleasure shot into her brain.
She was still amazed at how fast her cunt could go from completely empty to completely full. She could tell that the man wasn't going to have to do that too many times before she would have her second fantastic orgasm of the fuck. His cock was so thick that the top of the shaft would rub directly against her clit as she fucked.. He rode her pussy high. MacIntyre fucked the woman with a smooth steady motion, always making sure to use the entire length of his cock with each stroke.
He steadily increased the pace of the fuck as he went along.
Her inner cunt lips were tugged and pushed by the girth of his stem.
Sarah lifted her feet from the rug and drew back her knees.
She stuck her legs up in the air and straightened her knees.
She pointed her painted toes at the ceiling of the office.
She made a perfect "vee" with her long, shapely, gams.
Then she bent at the knees and turned her toes inward.
She crossed her trim ankles at the small of his humping back.
She continued to squeeze at the sides of his hips with her thighs.
In this way she clutched him with all four limbs at the same time.
The man began to fuck her sucking cunt furiously. He fucked as hard and fast as he could.
His ass moved up and down so fast that it appeared a blur to the naked eye. Sarah could tell that her inner pussy would blister from the friction if it weren't for her secreted juices.
She snapped off her second climax of the coupling.
Then her third.
She was pleased to find that each come was a little better than the one before it. They grew in intensity.
And they got closer together.
Soon it got to the point where she could no longer tell her orgasms apart. They ran into one another. She felt as if she were having one continuous orgasm which she knew wouldn't stop until MacIntyre ended the blissful act with the spilling of his seed.
"I CAN'T STOP COMING!! ! " Sarah Warm flash screamed at the top of her lungs.
Their loins slapped together, wet with sweat.
CHAPTER SIX
"Since you were so good about eating my pussy, I am going to serve you a hot meal." Mistress Marlene said, shaking her head from side to side so that her long dark hair looked a little mussed. She looked even more evil as her hair got wilder.
Mistress Marlene untied Melinda from the chair once again. Her upper arms were still chained together behind her back.
"Stand up if you can," Mistress Marlene said crossing the room to fetch the tools she would need to administer the torture.
The dominatrix bitch found a metal collar that she thought would look very nice around the little black haired girl's neck. She thought that teenage girls looked more like slaves when they were wearing collars. She put the collar on and tied Melinda's hair back into a pony tail. Mistress Marlene had a thing about hair. She was always stroking the tresses of her feminine victims.
Melinda tried and found that she had no difficulty standing up. Mistress Marlene was holding a wooden frame that became increasingly smaller when a lug nut was twisted at its edge.
The frame was fitted over Melinda's breasts. By turning the nut. the little girl's tits would be pressed flat. Very painful.
But Melinda was not nearly as afraid as one might have thought.
Her brain had been warped by the intensity of her terror.
Her intrinsic sexual submissiveness had emerged full-blown.
All this time Melinda was wondering what her meal was to be.
She would never have guessed the answer in a million years.
Mistress Marlene closed the frame on Melinda's big tits.
The breasts were squeezed until there were tears in her eyes.
But the pain only enhanced Melinda's gnawing horniness.
The black haired girl could feel the ache in her pussy getting worse.
The little glands inside her vulva were once again secreting her natural lubrication in a steady flow.
Melinda's nipples bulged.
Her feminine erections at the tips of her abused boobs felt as if they were going to explode from the pressure. Melinda could feel a single tear fall from the corner of her right eye.
It rolled to her cheekbone.
"Now I will feed you like a baby, you little slut!" Mistress Marlene said with a cruel laugh. She tossed back her head. The dominatrix bitch began to finger her own nipples. Her breasts did look swollen. Melinda noticed, but she never thought that they produced milk. Lots of milk! They could have called the leather-clad dominatrix the milk-maid.
Mistress Marlene ordered Melinda to tilt her head up.
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"Open that soiled mouth of yours." the bitch exclaimed.
Melinda opened her mouth and Mistress Marlene began to milk her breast.
The hot creamy milk squirted out of the nipple and into Melinda's mouth.
"Now suck it, cunt! Suck the milk right out of your mistress' tit! It's the last food you will be seeing for awhile. You had better eat now!" Mistress Marlene said. She stood with her feet far apart, her knees slightly bent.
Melinda opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the huge nipple.
She sucked sensuously, and the milk kept coming and coming.
It felt good in her empty belly and her pussy ache got worse.
The little girl's own nipples felt like rockets on the launching pad, ready to burst from the tips of her flattened tits.
Melinda sucked both tits for a long time before Mistress Marlene pulled away.
"Very good," the mistress said.
The bitch grabbed the little girl painfully by the arm. digging into the flesh with her long sharp fingernails.
"Now you are coming over here to the torture table," Mistress Marlene said.
Melinda was chained on her back on the table so that she was forced to look up at the ceiling and those awful skulls.
Her legs were naturally spread apart, and when Mistress Marlene looked at her shaved pussy from the foot of the table, it didn't take her long to figure out that her latest victim was very horny. The wooden frame was left on the little girl's tits. Maybe she would take it off later. Maybe she wouldn't. That gave the leather-clad woman an idea. She snapped her fingers and walked over to the far side of the torture room where she found a dildo, much like the one she had found Melinda thrusting into herself earlier. Only this long thick pole of rubber had an elastic strap around the base so that she could wear it around her hips like a real cock. The dildo also came replete with rubber bumps on the base, to stimulate the foxy bitch's clit to orgasm when she fucked with it.
The woman put the dildo on and strutted around the torture room.
Her walk was masculine. She pumped her fist over the rubber dong.
She sighed as if this touching actually gave her pleasure.
The dominatrix wasted no time mounting the little girl.
Melinda found that she could hardly breathe. Her cunt was on fire with desire. She didn't care how hard or deep the bitch fucked her with the ersatz penis.
Mistress Marlene removed the frame from
Melinda's tits so it wouldn't hit her own chest as she fucked.
The dominatrix tossed the frame aside. It bounced on the dirt floor a couple of times before coming to a stop.
Melinda could no longer feel anything in her hands and feet. She couldn't squirm as she wanted to so badly.
But the little black haired girl found that her stringent and painful bondage enhanced her desire rather than stifle it.
Mistress Marlene hovered above the girl. The tip of the dildo was in between the little girl's parted thighs.
"You are hot," the bitch said.
"Yes, Mistress Marlene."
"You want the cock!"
"Very badly!"
"And you shall have it!"
The woman moved the thick molded head of the dildo to the mouth of Melinda's wanton fuck hole.
She slammed down with her hips as hard as she could once she found the mark, and drove the entire length of the dildo into the little girl's pussy. Melinda's cunt had to stretch painfully but she was hardly aware of the discomfort involved. She was too concerned with the blissful orgasm that was ripping through her body like a spell of bad weather.
Suddenly Melinda's cunt was filled to the brim with the rock-hard cock. She could feel her pussy's back wall threatening to tear wide open.
The dominatrix began to fuck that hot shaved twat with the long thick fake cock as hard and fast as she could. The bitch fucked with reckless abandon from the very first stroke.
The pussy lips were pulled grossly outward from Melinda's crotch, each time Mistress Marlene pulled the dildo almost all the way out of the hole.
Melinda could feel her inner cunt muscles gripping and tugging at the dildo pleasuring it as if it were a real prick.
Melinda began to come almost immediately.
And she kept coming!
Sarah Warm flash could feel MacIntyre's cock getting thicker and harder, and she could tell that it wouldn't be long before he would shoot his creamy wad inside her.
Neither of them had the vaguest idea how long the fuck lasted. It could have been five minutes. It could have been an hour. Their senses of time were altered by the intensity of their passion.
Sarah felt MacIntyre ram his cock again and again against the raw nerves of her inner poontang, driving the pleasure into her with tremendous force. She felt impaled.
She was a butterfly on a pin on display beneath glass.
His erection was a ram-rod as it repeatedly found home.
Her cunt was a sucking nether mouth, smacking its lips.
Her clit was a ball of fire, a comet at her slit's top.
His balls were recently lit clumps of canned heat.
His scrotal sack felt filled to the brim with his come.
This in spite of the load he shot in Sarah's belly.
MacIntyre could feel the tickle at his cock's base.
He knew that the time had come for his moment of joy.
He rammed the entire length of his prick in her twat.
He kept it there and arched his back sharply. He tossed back his head and all of his muscles tensed. He shivered and quivered and howled like a wolf. His cock danced against stretched mucous membranes, and his volcano erupted. He shot a thick wad of creamy goo into the deepest regions of her internal womanhood. Sarah could feel the hot sticky silver seed splashing against the rear wall of her pussy.
Sarah snapped off her last and most intense come at that moment. They climaxed simultaneously. They screamed together.
They sang a duet in homage to their shared bliss.
Then the moment was over and they shared a common glow.
MacIntyre collapsed atop his shapely lady, and sighed onto her face with a relaxed smile.
The woman was appeased, having come more times than she could count.
They kissed softly. They sipped at each other's lower lip.
They sucked tongues and swapped spit, his prick still in her.
Melinda could feel his dong lose its urgent rigidity.
He was softening within her, and her inner cunt walls relaxed.
Her breasts were pressed flat against the rug of fur that covered his chest and belly. Finally he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back.
"Damn you have a talented cunt," MacIntyre said, turning up one corner of his mouth.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mistress Marlene moved her full, rounded hips from side to side as she fucked in and out of Melinda Mulligan's exploding poontang. Melinda's cunt was gushing fluid, and the rubber pole was slippery with the stuff.
Mistress Marlene was rubbing her thoroughly engorged love button against the base of the dildo, and she was making the sexual anxiety in her loins and inner thighs mount gradually.
She could feel the tension growing in her lower belly, and she was feeling sharp twinges of raw pleasure running up and down her arched spine like a thousand magic fingers. That always happened just before the leather-clad dominatrix bitch had an orgasm. As she was fucking as hard and fast as she could, there was no way for her to increase the pace.
Then the bitch screamed with her joy. Her clit spasmed, and her whole body convulsed with it. She trembled and perspiration from her forehead poured down into her green eyes.
She orgasmed and pulled the dildo out of the little girl's pussy.
The woman had a most bizarre torture in mind for the little girl.
"I hope you enjoyed getting fucked in the pussy," the bitch said.
It took Melinda a few moments before she could speak.
She was still badly out of breath and her mouth was dry.
"Oh, I did. Mistress Marlene," Melinda exclaimed.
"Because it is the last pleasure you will no for some time. I already have your friend tucked in bed for the night. Now I will prepare you for your evening's rest," Mistress Marlene said.
The bitch threw back her head and laughed until there were tears in her eyes.
Mistress Marlene removed the cuffs from Melinda's ankles and wrists.
She massaged the little girl's hands and feet, so the circulation of blood would return. Melinda couldn't decide if her hands felt very hot or very cold.
Melinda was then ordered over to a torture device next to Candy's cross.
It was designed to torture the pussy, the breasts, and the muscles throughout the body at the same time.
Once Melinda had been bound within its structure her nipples were being pulled upward, her toes were on the floor, and her back was arched so sharply that her long black hair was dangling toward the floor.
Her wrists were chained to a bar of wood, and her pussy was pressed against a razor sharp blade of toothed steel. Up her ass was a nine inch rhino horn.
"I'm tired," Mistress Marlene said, looking at Candy and Melinda. "I think I will retire for the evening."
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At that point the bitch left the torture room, turned out the lamps, and closed the door behind her. The girls were left in spooky pitch black all night long. They were in complete despair. They couldn't sleep because of their pain, and the cries of the monsters in the cages was enough to keep anyone awake.
"Can I offer you a lift home. Miss Warm flash?" MacIntyre asked politely once they had dressed.
Sarah pressed her hands between her thighs and sighed.
"Do you want me to practice the rolling blow job?" Sarah queried.
"That sounds like fun. Let's give it a go," MacIntyre said. "Are you sure that your soldier is ready to stand at attention?"
"Please, Sarah. Give a guy a break," MacIntyre exclaimed.
"Sorry, Chief. I should know better. You can always get it up."
"That's true," MacIntyre said. Sarah gave him a peck on the cheek and grabbed his crotch playfully. He drew away from her with a twinkle in his eye and they left the office.
Symms drove a 1978 flaming red Alpha Romeo convertible.
It was great for getting blow jobs because the seats were so low.
There were plenty of country roads between work and home. Lots of privacy. The second MacIntyre cruised his machine off the beaten path, Sarah's greedy fingers went for his belt buckle.
MacIntyre could feel his balls beginning to ache. Right on cue. His testicles felt swollen.
He could feel his come swirling around his balls.
The beautiful woman tapped his inner thigh to tell him to lift his ass, and she quickly pulled down his pants and underwear together so that he could sit down and resume a normal driving position.
His cock was semi-erect.
Sarah could see it throbbing.
She could tell that it wouldn't be long before it was once again as hard as a rock. It just needed a couple of kisses!
She fingered his balls.
She cupped his huge scrotal sack in the palm of his hand.
MacIntyre was zooming down a straightaway on South Road. A drag strip for teens with boastible wheels
Sarah placed the tip of her tongue at the base of his cock and began to flick back and forth with it lightly and quickly. She could feel the blood pumping into the shaft and head of his dong more rapidly. She pinned his dick against his tie and got low between his legs so she could flick the tip of her tongue up and down the underside of the shaft where the swollen veins were protruding from the surface. She licked at the head of his dick. She made her tongue pointy at the tip and played with his piss hole. She covered the entire bulbous glans with a thin layer of her hot spittle. She could feel her cunt getting wet again as his cock became a full-fledged boner against her aroused taste buds. She relaxed the muscles in both her throat and her jaw. She dropped her jaw and her mouth fell gaping open. She became a sword-swallower once again for the handsome man. MacIntyre was having the time of his life. He enjoyed the rolling blow job for two reasons. It was a fresh kick, but it also improved his mind-control. MacIntyre thought that it was useful to practice doing two things at the same time and do them both well. He had mastered many things in this manner. He always played two chess games at once. One was not a challenge. He didn't seem like the sort of fellow who would enjoy chess. MacIntyre was surprisingly cerebral considering his hulk. She took his cock deep inside her straining gullet.
She kept pushing her head down onto his pole, her lips sliding over the craggy shaft toward the base of the stem.
Then she bobbed up and down on his rod merrily.
Of all of the things MacIntyre had mastered, he found driving and coming at the same time one of the most difficult. It would have been easy if he drove at the speed limit. Much too easy. MacIntyre wanted to come while he had the sucker floored. The road was no longer straight and MacIntyre was forced to navigate dangerous country curves as he felt his sexual tension mounting. .
Sarah could feel his cock getting harder and thicker in her throat.
She could feel his scrotal sack get hotter against her palm.
His come was boiling.
She pulled upward with her head, sucking at the whole length of his dick a little at a time.
She stopped pulling up when her gaping lips stretched at their corners were gripping at the ring of scar tissue below his bulbous purple cock head!
He shot his wad.
He didn't make a sound.
The auto never swerved.
He was very proud of himself.
Sarah drank down every drop of the thick goo that squirted from the tip of MacIntyre's spasming spear. There wasn't as much of the stuff as there had been the first time she sucked him off that day and this time she had no trouble keeping it all inside her mouth.
She could feel the cream rolling down her gullet, where his cock meat had just been. Again, the woman could feel the warm spot of contentment at the pit of her stomach where the come gathered.
When he was done she pulled her mouth off of his dick.
She licked him clean and pulled up his pants for him.
"That was very good, MacIntyre. You never lost control," Sarah said.
She could still taste his silver seed on her aroused taste buds.
"There is no margin of error at one hundred miles per hour," MacIntyre said.
Sarah had learned that his corniness was sincere. MacIntyre saw no humor is such things.
MacIntyre took Sarah to her apartment in a near-by suburb, and naturally she invited him up for a drink.
"You should be thinking about getting rest, Sarah," MacIntyre said.
"Come on. I won't be able to sleep for hours anyway," Sarah said.
"You know what this means," MacIntyre said.
"Yes, dear, you can take me in the ass," Sarah said, pretending to be a bored housewife. MacIntyre gave her a friendly slap on the ass and they went up to her cozy abode.
Once upstairs, Sarah made drinks and they both took off all of their clothes.
They kissed and pressed against one another. They caressed slowly and lovingly and their passions grew!
Sarah could feel a tingling in her asshole. She knew that the tingling would get a whole lot more intense once things got started.
There was an ache in her bowels.
A yearning.
A yearning to be reamed brutally by MacIntyre's meat!
Sarah brought out the baby oil and asked for a massage.
She got on the floor on her belly and parted her thighs.
MacIntyre poured oil onto his palms and warmed it before massaging her shoulders, and back with it.
The woman writhed. She could feel her tight puckered sphincter muscle starting to burn with anticipation.
His cock was hard.
Ready.
MacIntyre knelt beside the delicious woman. He massaged the cheeks of her ass and the backs of her thighs. He tickled lightly at the backs of her knees, and Sarah made a purring noise in her throat.
She rolled over on her back and he massaged and oiled her breasts. She looked very sexy, shining in the indirect light from the oil.
As MacIntyre rubbed her nipples, Sarah reached down between her legs and began to scratch lightly at the insides of her thighs. She ran the tip of her middle finger up and down her cunt slit. She found her clit and rolled it in a small circle. MacIntyre went down on her and sucked her cunt noisily. Soon she was bucking with her orgasm.
"Roll over," MacIntyre said when her orgasm was through.
"Ummmmmm," Sarah said, pressing her lips together.
"I want to take your ass now," MacIntyre announced.
The woman flashed him her sexiest grin over her shoulder.
She got on her hands and knees on the rug and arched her back.
She moved her knees as far apart as she could get them on the floor.
The beautiful woman lowered her head and raised her ass cheeks.
Her pussy lips and ass cheeks were parted by her posture.
Sarah could feel her nether eye winking at her lover.
She could feel sharp throbs in her tight puckered sphincter.
There was a raging fire of desire deep inside her bowels.
She arched her back so that a delicious curve formed at the top of her ass crack. She was whimpering. She needed his cock very badly. One more time!
MacIntyre oiled his dick.
He pulled her sweet buttocks apart and oiled the crack. They were both nice and slippery. Ready. MacIntyre held the cheeks of Sarah's ass apart with the fingertips on his left hand. With his right he guided the tip of his throbbing phallus toward its target. Sarah moaned with joy when she felt his bulbous purple cock head pressing snugly against her asshole. MacIntyre adjusted his hips so that his cock was at the right angle. He once again tensed the muscles in his ass cheeks so that his buttocks were pressed firmly together.
The handsome man then pushed forward. Sarah's asshole opened willingly for him. He drove in deep with the first thrust. Half of his prick sunk into her gaping nether eye. She let out a loud grunt that completely emptied her lungs of air. Her breath was raggedy as she struggled to inhale once again. It was as if the sudden penetration of her hot asshole had knocked all of the wind out of her lungs. She could feel him pushing and thrusting. His cock moved deeper inside her. The head was well past the tight tube of muscle at the mouth of her anus, and into the softer more elastic regions of the beautiful woman's inner bowels.
He drove all the way in. She was stuffed with his meat again.
Her asshole gripped his cock at the very base. She could feel the tip of his spear throbbing against a place incredibly deep inside her belly. It was a place that Sarah wouldn't have thought could be reached from the outside at least not without something tearing. But she did not tear. She took him rather easily. Even in the rear end, Sarah was a very comfortable fuck.
The man placed both of his hands at the sides of her hips as he began to fuck. He used her lower torso for leverage.
He pulled on her ass every time he stabbed forward with his cock. He wanted each penetration of her tight asshole to be as swift and bold as possible. He slapped his loins against her round firm buttocks.
He could feel her bung hole sucking on his dick as he reamed with increased intensity. He slid the palms of his hands under her body so he could cup her tits. Her breasts looked even larger than usual when she was in this position as the force of gravity was in their favor. He tweaked her nipples and began to fuck her butt as hard and fast as he could. The man could feel the tickle forming at the base of his cock and he could tell that he was approaching the spilling of his seed for the last time that night. He gave it everything he hand and released his grip on her tits. He ran his fingers down the front of her body directly to her clit. This was no time to be cute. He began to diddle her clit hard and fast. He pressed the bulb of fiery flesh flat against the base of her pubic bone. Sarah moved her ass in sync with his and they were a team. She orgasmed.
He shot his wad into her bowels.
"Hello. I must be going," MacIntyre said when it was over.
He kissed his woman, still moaning on the floor, on the tip of her nose.
"Good luck tomorrow," he said.
"Did you make sure my bug is functional?" Sarah asked.
"Everything works. I'll be very close at all times."
"I don't think I am going to have any trouble getting to sleep tonight," Sarah said. And she didn't.
MacIntyre however tossed and turned all night long worrying about the danger he was once again subjecting Sarah to.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mistress Marlene sprawled on her back in the center of her large bed and thought about the glorious sadism of her recent past.
She felt horny and began to play with herself as she remembered the time the fat girl was sent down for a little discipline. . .
"What is your name, fatso?" Mistress Marlene said.
"Judy," the fat girl said. There were tears in her eyes.
"Nobody ever wants to fuck a fat girl, huh?" Mistress Marlene said.
Her voice was taunting. Cruel. The girl shook her head from side to side.
"Well I will fuck you, Judy. I will fuck you like you have never been fucked before," Mistress Marlene said. She went to fetch the strap-on dildo.
"But I never. . . " Judy stopped. She couldn't bring herself to say the words. She wasn't even sure which words were appropriate at that point.
"You are a virgin?" Mistress Marlene said. Her cat eyes lit up with delight. Working at a reform school. Mistress Marlene did not get many opportunities to pop cherries. In the ass, yes. But real pussy cherries were rare. Mistress Marlene was looking forward to popping the fat girl's cherry like it was a cork in a champagne bottle.
Judy nodded her head.
The fat girl was already naked and Mistress Marlene quickly chained her to the torture table. She strapped on the dildo. Judy's eyes went wide with fear when she saw that rod.
The sixteen year old girl had never seen an erect penis before not even in pictures. Naturally, she had spent a lot of time fantasizing about what one looked like. She hadn't suspected that they were as long and thick as the fake one Mistress Marlene was wearing. Judy tried and failed to imagine her cunt slit opening far enough to take that massive tool.
Mistress Marlene felt very mean. She clamped Judy's nipples.
She then mounted the little girl and pressed the blunt tip of the fake cock against the virgin snatch.
Mistress Marlene began to press very hard and Judy could feel the cock forcing her inner cunt lips apart.
Then she could feel her cunt opening like a flower until it was gaping. Her cherry hadn't even popped yet, and already she was in terrible pain. Her face became crimson red and fresh tears fell down the sides of her face.
The tip of the rubber dong was on Judy's cherry. The cherry no boy wanted.
Her precious hymen.
The thin wall of flesh that had for so long protected her chastity.
Mistress Marlene stabbed down with the dildo as hard as she could.
There was an audible ripping noise as the membrane tore away.
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Judy let out a loud scream of pain and felt something warm and sticky in her cunt. Blood. Blood from her recently opened wound.
The blood would help lubricate her first fuck. Even though the wall between the cock and Judy's womb had been busted, it would still be no easy task getting the entire length of that fake cock up inside her pussy. The tissues were all shriveled and closed from lack of use, and had to be pried open. In spite of the fact that Mistress Marlene was pressing down with her strong lower torso as hard as she possibly could, the tip of the rubber pole was still only moving inside the fat little girl's cunt a fraction of an inch at a time.
Judy began to like it.
Mistress Marlene managed to get the whole thing inside the twat. Eventually. But it was a struggle.
She fucked that little girl and made her come. Mistress Marlene had been very proud of herself for that. Then she did a very ugly thing.
She lit a candle inside a hollow dildo with air holes in it. and waited until the phallic object was red hot. Holding it by the rubber grip. Mistress Marlene had pushed the thing into Judy's recently opened cunt hole, and seared the flesh horribly. Mistress Marlene still smiled when she thought about the smell.
As the bitch lay on her back she stared at the ceiling, and diddled her clit.
The woman hopped out of bed and fetched her vibrating dildo.
She liked to stick that fake cock all the way up into her hungry poontang before she turned ?t on. And when she did turn it on, she made sure she turned the dial all the way to "full blast." That was the speed that made her inner cunt feel as if it were filled with a thousand stinging insects. She really got off of on it, and could make herself come many times with the plastic penis.
Mistress Marlene pushed the vibrator in and out of her cunt until her wrist became tired. She made herself come more times than she could count, and fell asleep.
It was the next morning. Sarah Warm flash woke with her alarm and put on the set of clothes MacIntyre had supplied for her. The private detective showed up five minutes early and requested coffee.
"You look like hell. Chief." Sarah said. She was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed in the morning even seconds after aroused from her slumber.
"Thanks. I didn't get much sleep," MacIntyre said with a yawn.
"Did you go out on a case last night after you left here?"
"Uh uh," MacIntyre said. "Just a simple case of insomnia.
"Are you worried about me?" Sarah said in a coy tone.
She served him a cup of steaming black coffee. He stared at it.
"Worried? Me? Don't be ridiculous. You hold your own."
"Your damn right. Now don't give it another thought," Sarah said.
MacIntyre looked at her. At that moment he wanted to marry her more than anything in the world. But it could never be. There was no point in getting married as long as they spent as much time as they did on the streets. There was no point in getting a bride just to make a widow. No, retirement would come before marriage. Of that, MacIntyre Symms was sure.
After he finished his coffee, he felt a lot better. They went out to his car and drove to the local police station where Sarah was to get escort service to the school.
"I hope you know how to appreciate a favor, Mac," Officer Max Madison said with a cheery smile. He eyed Sarah's tits rather disgustingly.
"I do. You'll get something in the mail at Christmas," MacIntyre said. "She's all yours."
"For awhile," Sarah added. She climbed into the back seat of the cop car and MacIntyre got in his red Alpha. The beeper on the dashboard was beeping loud and clear. He would know it was time to move when the beeper stopped.
In minutes they were in front of the reform school for girls. Van Dyke was expecting them. Max had put through the call. No problem. Over-crowding was not one of the things the matrons at Van Dyke worried about.
Max got out of the car. Sarah's wrists were cuffed behind her back.
CHAPTER NINE
Mistress Marlene woke up early that morning and put on her matron clothes before returning to the torture room to see how her latest victims were getting along.
Both Candy and Melinda were practically unconscious when Mistress Marlene lit the kerosene lamps to illuminate the horrible room of pain.
The evil dominatrix released Melinda first.
The little girl with the pitch black hair felt as if she would never be able to walk again.
The muscles in the backs of her shapely legs were badly stretched. Her nipples were sore, and the inside of her asshole felt like raw meat.
Very painful.
She collapsed onto the dirt floor of the torture room and moaned softly.
Mistress Marlene then lowered the cross and untied Candy from her perch.
Candy was placed in one of the wooden chairs with her hands tied behind her, while Melinda was placed on the torture table on her belly.
The evil bitch changed clothes, switching back to her leather dominatrix outfit. She donned the big black dildo, and smeared grease all over the rubber dong.
The large muscular woman then climbed up on top of the table and grabbed Melinda's sore ass cheeks with both of her hands. Melinda knew that she was going to get fucked in the ass. She knew that it was going to hurt like hell. Her mind was completely warped by this time. She knew that her experiences in the torture room of Mistress Marlene were going to permanently alter her personality.
The bitch pulled the ass cheeks apart as far as she could get them. The asshole was stretched and loose from being stuffed overnight.
Mistress Marlene mounted the little girl from the rear. She ran the tip of her greasy black pole up and down the stretched crack of Melinda's ass.
The little black haired girl made low gurgling noises in the back of her throat as she felt the tip of the rubber dong pressing against her tortured sphincter muscle.
The woman moved her hips back a little, and felt the little bumps on the base of the spurious phallus pressing against her throbbing love button.
The bitch could feel her pussy swelling very fast, and she could feel her cunt juices pooling at the base of her slit in between her inner labia.
Mistress Marlene could tell that the insides of her thighs would be wet and slippery with her spilled natural lubrication by the time she finished reaming the little girl's asshole. She would fuck the little girl in the ass until she made herself come on the base of the pole! Melinda could feel her asshole opening to let the dildo in.
The fake cock had a molded head at the tip for reality. The head of the cock had pushed into Melinda's tight bung.
Her sphincter was gripping at the base of the fake glans.
Mistress Marlene kept pushing down with her lower torso.
Melinda was only partially aware of what was happening to her.
All of the torture and fear had blended together into a blurry mass like thick coats of the gray industrial paint the school used to paint the dorm rooms upstairs.
She could feel the log of rubber pushing into her bowels.
Melinda could tell that Mistress Marlene wasn't going to stop pushing down with her ass until she had driven every inch of that rubber pole into her rear end.
Mistress Marlene could feel the little girl's internal flesh parting to allow the penetration.
She pushed until her pubic bone was pressed snugly against the top of the little girl's ass crack. Melinda could feel the woman's pubic hair thick yet soft at the small parting near the small of her back. The dildo was all the way in. Melinda Mulligan's asshole was gripping the fake cock at the very base. Mistress Marlene moved her hips in a slow circle stretching both the asshole and the bowels in every possible direction.
Then she began to fuck.
It was still early in the morning.
Mistress Marlene fucked slowly at first. allowing the pleasure in her pussy to grow gradually. She pulled the dong almost all the way out of the asshole and paused.
She took a deep breath.
She filled her lungs.
Her huge breasts rose on her chest, already propped high by the half cups at the top of her leather corset.
The woman's nipples were hard.
Melinda's tits were pressed flat against the wooden torture table.
The bitch pushed the fake cock back into the hole slowly.
She used the entire length of the dildo as she fucked.
Melinda could vaguely feel her asshole being pulled and pushed by the greasy pole. She could feel a deep ache of pleasure forming in her lower belly. That ache got a little worse each time the evil woman stabbed the thick pole deep into her bowels.
Mistress Marlene fucked faster and faster. She began to pant. Little droplets of sweat formed in a straight line across Mistress Marlene's brow. Those droplets of saltwater became rivulets and ran down into her emerald green eyes.
The bitch's heart was pounding.
Melinda no longer felt any pain.
The little black haired girl could only feel pleasure being spawned by the brutal buggery. The woman could feel herself approaching orgasm.
Mistress Marlene's pussy flesh was fully engorged with the blood of her arousal. Her cunt was saturated with her natural lubrication.
The dominatrix bitch could feel her juices flowing out of the base of her poontang slit in a steady flow. She could feel the insides of her thighs getting wet.
She began to fuck very fast.
As fast as she possibly could.
She made the little girl's asshole bleed.
The black dong would be wearing a red coat by the time the reaming was through. Mistress Marlene rammed the entire length of the prick into Melinda's asshole and kept it there.
The evil woman then moved her broad hips from side to side very quickly, so that the little bumps on the base of the dildo massaged her love button very hard.
All of the muscles in the dominatrix bitch's body tensed until she trembled, and she arched her back with her pubic bone pressed very snugly against the top of the crack of Melinda's ass.
The little girl whimpered.
The woman screamed.
" AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!! ! " Mistress Marlene called out in a deep voice. She could feel the explosions starting in her swollen clitoris.
She could feel the pleasure spreading to fill her cunt. It filled her hips. The joy ran down her long legs all the way to her toes. The pleasure rolled quickly up her spine to the base of her skull and then into her already reeling brain. The dominatrix bitch tossed her head wildly from side to side. Her jaw dropped and her mouth fell gaping open. Her eyes closed tightly. Her eyelids were wrinkled. Her eyelashes pressed against her cheekbones. Her nose moved up and down very fast. Her face was as red as the local fire engine. She shook like a leaf. There was sweat oozing from every pore in her large shapely body. Her face contorted with her pleasure. She continued to press her spasming little man in the boat against the base of the dildo until her orgasm was through and her ecstasy was replaced by the warm contentment of her afterglow.
Melinda moaned pitifully.
The bitch sighed and pulled the dildo out of the little girl's ass.
She climbed off the torture table and removed the dildo.
The bitch washed the scum and blood from the rubber pole in the sink before replacing it on the table in the corner of the dimly lit torture room.
Mistress Marlene was in a playful mood. She decided she was going to braid Melinda's hair.
The dominatrix bitch just loved to play with the hair of her victims.
Once the hair was neatly braided, Mistress Marlene released the tight toothed steel cuffs that stringently held Melinda's arms and legs pinned to the wooden table.
Melinda did not really need to be bound by that time.
She was too weak and exhausted to resist her punishment.
Melinda figured she would never see the light of day again.
She couldn't help but believe the woman was going to kill her.
The little black haired girl was filled with her despair.
Melinda's soul was filled with unadulterated hopelessness.
"I am not through with you yet, my little pretty," Mistress Marlene said, standing at the foot of the torture table.
Mistress Marlene stood with her feet shoulder-width apart.
She bent slightly at the knees and placed her hands on her hips.
Her hips were cocked rather seductively to one side.
She tilted her head so that her hair spilled over one shoulder and breast.
She puffed out her chest and made her huge tits protrude.
There was a fire of ire in the dominatrix' green eyes.
Mistress Marlene lifted the black haired nymphet from the table.
She carried Melinda limp over to a torture device in the corner.
It was another vise-like apparatus, designed to hold Melinda astride a wooden bar with a thick screw in her bellybutton.
Melinda managed to stand although quite painfully, across the bar, while Mistress Marlene used a piece of rope to tie her thin wrists together behind her back.
At the base of the torture tool, on the bar between Melinda's legs, was a pointy screw, as thick as a dildo, that could be screwed upward into Melinda's pussy with a crank.
The screw was pushed deep into the little girl's navel, making the flesh of her belly pucker horribly. She thought that the woman was going to tighten that screw until the thing went all the way through her.
She felt impaled.
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The bitch then began to screw the bottom crank upward, so that the point of the metallic spear got closer to Melinda's pussy lips.
Melinda whimpered and felt like she was going to black out from the pain when she felt her cunt lips open to let that sharp object up inside her tunnel of ravaged womanhood.
Officer Max Madison led Sarah Warm flash to the front entrance of the reform school, and they were met there by Matron Emma, who was an older woman. Emma handled a lot of the clerical work at the school and was in charge of admitting new students. Sarah would have to register and enroll. Formalities. Just paper work. Mostly she would be assigned a room, and every effort would be made to see that she didn't leave the building for a while. Girls had to be at the school for three months before they were allowed to go out onto the school grounds. And this was only if they had no discipline problems along the way. There were girls at Van Dyke who had been inside the school building for over a year, without ever feeling any sunshine on their faces.
"I got a ripe one for you," Max said. "A real humdinger."
"I don't believe I have had the pleasure. Officer." the woman said.
"Officer Madison. This is Sarah Warm flash. She slashed a teacher at her last school," Max said.
"She was asking for it. I think she liked it,"
Sarah said. The chestnut haired woman was a very good actress. No one would ever suspect that she wasn't really who she said she was.
Sarah had three pieces of bubble gum crammed in her mouth. She chewed it as if it were cud.
"Take that gum out of your mouth," Matron Emma said sternly.
Sarah made a face and pulled out the gum. She threw it onto the front lawn.
The woman was led into the building. Three armed woman were stationed inside the front entrance. Sarah had to admit that she was surprised to see weapons.
She began to fear for MacIntyre. He might come charging in thinking he was battling nothing but little old ladies. He would end up at the end of a rifle.
Sarah was led into Emma's office. The woman had to stand as the matron took a seal behind her desk.
"Name?"
"Sarah Warm flash."
"Name?"
"I told you!" Sarah said. "That's really my name."
Emma raised a single eyebrow into an arch and scribbled the name down with a number two pencil.
"Age?"
"Seventeen."
"Measurements?"
"What measurements?" Sarah asked with a puzzled frown. Acting dumb.
"You know. Your bust, waist and hips," Emma said anxiously. "You will be needing a uniform. I am going to be asking your height and weight also."
"Oh. 36-22-35, five eight, one fifteen," Sarah said perhaps a bit too efficiently. Again she found the old woman staring at her with a puzzled expression on her face.
"Marlene is going to love you," Emma said shaking her head and writing. Sarah didn't know what that meant, but she didn't like the sound of it.
"Who the fuck is Marlene?" Sarah asked, in a most belligerent tone.
"You keep a civil tongue in your mouth. Marlene is our Dean of Discipline. She is not a very nice lady. You do not want to meet her. But you will if you curse any more!"
Emma sounded angry.
Sarah knew she would have no trouble getting herself in trouble. Getting in trouble had always seemed easy to the beautiful chestnut haired woman. It was getting out of trouble that often posed difficulties for the pretty girl.
"I can say whatever I fucking please! This is
FUCKING America, right?" Sarah said. She was daring the old woman.
"That's it. You will need to be trained. I'm afraid that things aren't going to be what you expected during your stay here. I think you are going to find your visit a very painful experience."
Matron Emma pressed a button on the top of her intercom.
Sarah was shocked. She couldn't believe the hellishness of the place. Sarah was no tenderfoot. But she couldn't help but be nauseated by what she was seeing and hearing. And Sarah could tell intuitively that the sights and sounds she would experience would get a hell of a lot worse before they got better.
The intercom crackled.
"Yes, Matron Emma."
"Send two guards in here. I've got one for Marlene."
"Right."
Emma released her pressure on the intercom button and folded her hands in front of her. She looked at Sarah with a sadistic smile.
"Good bye," Emma said.
CHAPTER TEN
Mistress Marlene screwed the sharp metallic dildo up into Melinda's ravaged pussy as deeply as she could get it.
The black haired girl could feel her inner pussy tearing and bleeding from the abuse. She cried weakly. Melinda was very close to passing out.
The pressure on her bellybutton was incredible. It made it very difficult for Melinda to breathe. Her large breasts were heaving up and down wildly as she struggled to suck air into her lungs.
Melinda's face was very red and her lips were pulled back tightly over her pearly white teeth. Her entire body was a raw nerve of pain. Her back teeth were clenched together so tightly that the muscles at the sides of her lace were protruding. Her jaw ached, but this pain was nothing compared to the agony that filled the rest of her dark and diminutive form.
Mistress Marlene could tell that the little girl was very close to losing consciousness so the unscrewed the bloody metallic dildo out of Melinda's cunt and released her from the apparatus. She waited for a few moments, until Melinda didn't look as if she were going to faint anymore.
More than ever, the little black haired girl wished she could die. The all-night bondage, so cruel and well-thought out, had made her lose all will to live.
Mistress Melinda still was not through with the little girl. Girls with shaved pussies who used dildos to play with themselves in their rooms were punished severely by the leather clad dominatrix bitch.
Mistress Melinda lowered two steel cuffs on chains from the ceiling so that they were dangling over the lone torture device Mistress
Marlene had yet to use.
It was a sadistic automatic double-fucker, designed to plunge two metal arrows into a little girl's ass and pussy at the same time.
It would tear horribly at the flesh.
Above the automatic double-fucker device was a hard wood seat, where Melinda was forced to sit with her legs spread far apart. Her head was back. She rested the weight of her lower torso on the small of her back and rolled her ass cheeks up in the air. Mistress Marlene positioned Melinda's body so that her ass and cunt were in the proper position and at the' right angle for deep and brutal double violation!
Melinda's hands were locked in the cuffs and hoisted high over her head.
On the wall near the device was a switch. It was run on electricity.
"When I throw this switch, something amazing will happen," Mistress Marlene said, making a hissing sound through her teeth.
She sounded like a snake.
"Those spears will drive into your cunt and your ass. You will feel pain unlike anything you have ever known before. But you will not know the pain for long. Most pass out within seconds."
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Mistress Marlene was just about to throw the switch when there was a knock on the door.
Mistress Marlene put an expression of frustration on her face.
Candy was passed out. bound to her wooden chair. Compared to her crucifixion, Candy had found the chair damn comfortable, and had managed to make it all go away for a little while. She had no dreams of circus freaks, although JoJo the dog-faced boy made a cameo appearance in a vignette dream concerning her older brother.
"Who is it?" Mistress Marlene called out in a high voice.
"Guard, ma'am. We gotta another one for you. Want we should strip her and tie her up out here," the voice on the other side of the door said.
"No, I want to see the fresh meat," Marlene said. "Bring her in."
Mistress Marlene opened the large door and Sarah was led in. Sarah could feel all of the blood draining from her face and she could feel herself breaking out into a cold sweat.
The woman quickly pressed on her electronic bugging device.
Sarah knew this action had to be put to a halt pronto.
Sarah could feel herself getting sick to her stomach. She had seen a lot, but nothing like the torture room.
At that moment MacIntyre was taking a piss against the inside of his Alpha's passenger seat, with his hack turned toward the street.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. . .
Silence.
In the history of mankind, few have jiggled the piss out of their prick and got their pants done up as quickly as MacIntyre did just then.
MacIntyre drove past the guards at the front gate and pulled his sports car to a skidding halt in front of the entrance. Officer Max Madison was right behind him to make sure no one shot the crazy bastard with his cherry top a-twirling and his siren blasting like an electric blues guitar.
Max managed to catch up with MacIntyre, being a cop, and the two entered the building together. The guards drew their weapons on the men until they saw the badge.
"Where did they take that new girl?" MacIntyre screamed. In control. Barely.
MacIntyre fingered his armpit. He had an itchy finger. Someone was trying to hurt Sarah. People like that got hurt. They got hurt real bad.
"D-D Downstairs." one of the women said, lowering her weapon to her side.
She pointed at the door that led to the bowels of this hell hole.
MacIntyre and Max were through the door and down the stairs in a Hash.
The guards and MacIntyre were not as understanding at the base of the stairs.
One guard outside the discipline room got carried away and took a shot at MacIntyre. whizzing past his ear and imbedding in the earth behind his head.
In a flash Symms was speaking with his snub-nose and there were two very dead matrons only fifteen feet away from Mistress Marlene.
Marlene heard the shots and went to the far comer of her torture room. There she kept a small revolver just in case the school's security broke down. Mistress Marlene was sure that a student had gotten hold of a gun probably mugging a matron.
Gun in hand. Mistress Marlene turned to face the door of the discipline room. MacIntyre kicked the door right off the hinges. He saw the drawn gun and fired. The shot was low.
The bullet struck Mistress Marlene mid-way between her bellybutton and the top of her pubic patch. She crumpled to the dirt floor, blood oozing from her gaping wound.
The leather clad dominatrix bitch shivered stiffly and fell still.
MacIntyre winced when he looked at the room. He took Sarah by the hand. Max was already calling for back-up. The school's reign of terror was through.
The private detective located Candy Cummings, who luckily was sitting only a few feet away. He made sure that ambulances were called and took Sarah by the hand.
"Let's get out of this place." MacIntyre said. "It stinks."
"You are going to have to deal with the press." Sarah said.
"Maybe later. Let's go hide." MacIntyre winked at Max. Max winked back.
"I'll take credit. I haven't shot anyone before," Max said.
"Good man. I think Sarah and I are going on a vacation," MacIntyre said.
"Vacation. Where?" Sarah said. Her brown eyes lit up with joy.
MacIntyre led the beautiful woman up the stairs and out of the building.
They walked right past five cop cars and got into the Alpha without saying a word. Locals. MacIntyre wasn't in the mood to scoff, though. He was just glad that they had been left alone. The only one who needed the story was his client. Cummings signed the check. The rest of the world could go to Hell.
"I was thinking we might go someplace warm," MacIntyre said, pulling out of the school grounds and onto the major thoroughfare.
"Someplace with a beach."
"Sure. Someplace where we can eat, sleep and ball."
"There's always my place," Sarah said with a giggle.
Her good-nature was still a bit on the forced side. It would take Sarah a while to get over the trauma of what she had seen.
It just so happens that we are booked on a flight to Bermuda tomorrow morning," MacIntyre said.
"Fantastic!" Sarah exclaimed. "I'll pack my bikini."
"Pack just your bikini." MacIntyre said with a small laugh.
He knew that Sarah would need three times as much luggage as he for a two week stint from home.
"But that's not until tomorrow morning." Sarah said flirtatiously.
"There's always your place," MacIntyre said, flashing his toothy grin.
"You know that danger always makes me horny." Sarah said.
"Sarah, my love. That is one of those things that we have in common."
MacIntyre drove the Alpha directly to Sarah's apartment nearby.
He wasn't in the mood for a rolling blow job. Not this time.
MacIntyre wanted to get completely naked with his woman.
And he wanted to stay completely naked with her for a long time.
As he drove the car he could feel the ache growing in his balls.
There was a tension in MacIntyre's groin by the time he parked the car.
He could feel the blood pumping into the shaft of his prick.
MacIntyre and Sarah hurriedly elevatored to her cozy flat.
They stripped naked before remembering to lock the door.
MacIntyre's cock was sticking straight out in front of his loins.
His scrotal sack dangled low between his parted thighs.
Sarah's cunt was fully engorged and getting wetter by the second.
Her nipples were hard and erect protruding from her tits.
The entire length of MacIntyre's cock was bobbing up and down.
The tip of his pole of manhood was snapping upward sharply.
The cock snapped upward in sync with his racing heartbeat.
The tip of his spear got ever closer to his rock-hard belly.
The tip would have struck well above his navel had that contact been made.
"Take my cunt from the rear,'" Sarah, said, begging with her eyes.
Her lips looked puffy and MacIntyre gathered her in his arms.
He crushed his mouth down onto hers, plunging his tongue into her.
She rolled her tongue passionately over her and sucked his spittle.
She could feel her erect nipples pressing against his hairy chest.
His hands were on the cheeks of her ass and he was kneading the flesh.
She had her fingers intertwined at the back of his strong neck.
When the kiss was over Sarah got on her hands and knees on the rug.
She placed her knees as far apart as she could get them.
She arched her back and raised her ass high in the air.
MacIntyre knelt at her rear with his back straightened.
He reached between her thighs and rubbed at her cunt gently.
His fingertips ran up and down her hypersensitive cunt lips.
His fingers quickly became wet with her dripping juices.
