Amy was pissed off when she got home:  that bitch Princess hadn't 
even bothered to clean herself off before she came home.  Now she would 
have to clean the cum from her asshole and wipe it away from her thighs; 
the taste in her mouth was nasty, too.  Still, she thought, it was better 
than before, with Princess threatening to take over her life at any 
moment and destroy her.  Now Princess would only come out when Achilles 
told her to; she was disgusted at the things Princess allowed Achilles to 
do to her--how could she like that?--but better her than me, she 
thought.  She washed up, feeling good for the first time in weeks; the 
old Amy Sanders, the winner, was back.
	Friday rolled around, and Maria couldn't concentrate on 
anything.  She had spent the last few days reading various bondage books 
and magazines and watching bondage videos, trying to learn the best way 
to torture her bitch of a teacher, Ms. Sara Ellsworth.  She had 
formulated a plan which, she thought, would give her the most 
satisfaction and her teacher the most pain.  All she could do, all day, 
was imagine what it would be like, punishing Ms. Ellsworth until she 
screamed.
	Jim spent part of the day down in the boiler room of the school 
preparing things for Maria and Sara.  It took a while to get everything 
in place, but he wanted everything to be perfect.  He had told Maria that 
Sara was all hers to use today, neither he nor Achilles would interfere.  
Still, he thought, if what Achilles had told him this morning was true, 
he wouldn't have to go without pussy while he watched Sara get hers.  He 
smiled as he thought about it and rubbed his cock through his jeans; if 
Achilles had really managed to turn Amy into a piece of fuck meat he was 
prepared to be impressed.  Besides, he had always wanted to ream out that 
cold bitch of a teenager.
	Princess met Achilles in the orange grove after school as he 
commanded her to, wearing a short skirt and blouse, and was surprised 
when he led her immediately back toward the school from the rear.  She 
was even more surprised when he led her down into the bowels of the 
school, using a keyring of keys to let him past several locked doors.  
Nothing, though, prepared her for what she saw when Achilles led her into 
the boiler room, dodging overhead pipes until they made it into a clear 
area.  Before her eyes, she saw one of her teachers, Ms. Ellsworth, 
standing naked, spread-eagled with her arms chained to overhead pipes and 
her legs chained to eye-hooks screwed into the concrete floor.  Two 
cameras, one facing her from the front from an angle, and the other from 
the back at the same angle, stood on tripods focussed on her and the 
janitor, a big black man, who was running his hands all over her nude body.
	Sara's eyes widened in surprise as she saw, who was it, Amy, Amy 
Sanders, follow Achilles into the boiler room.  Oh God, she thought, not 
another one, but she also grew more excited.  She had known that today 
was not going to be the standard torture and fuck day, since she had been 
tied there for at least half of an hour and Jim still hadn't fucked her, 
hadn't even hurt her.  All he did was run his hands gently over her body 
and rub his own prick through his pants, driving her wild with desire.  
She could barely move, though, chained as she was.  Another girl, 
though--she had never had another girl; the thought turned her on as she 
watched Amy stare at her in surprise.  Such a beautiful young woman, Sara 
thought, thinking of what Jim might have planned for her, for them, and 
growing more and more excited.
	Princess gasped and looked at Achilles, who seemed completely 
unperturbed.  "I've brought you here," he said placidly, "for two 
reasons.  First, to show you what will happen to you if you ever disobey 
me.  Second, since Jim and I may or may not be using Sara today and her 
punishment is sure to turn us on, you're here for both of us to use.  Do 
you understand?"
	"Yes master," she said, and she did understand.  Her master was 
going to share his little slut Princess with his big black friend:  she 
trembled inside as she thought of it.  To watch that woman's 
debasement--she admired her trim, firm body with its luscious 
curves--while being used by someone she didn't even know:  she shuddered 
in excitement, feeling her cunt grow moist and tingly.  
	"Why don't you go and beg Jim to give him a blowjob?  I'll go and 
get the show started."  With that, he headed toward a remote, hidden 
corner of the room.
	Princess licked her lips and, placing her hands behind her back, 
walked nervously over to Jim:  he was huge, intimidating, the way he 
grinned down at her while he absently tweaked Sara's breast.  She moved 
really close to him, feeling arousal rise in her sluttish body at the 
nearness of such a man, and looked up into his dark face.  "Please master 
Jim, please let me suck your big, hard cock.  Please fill my mouth with 
your hot come; let me taste every inch of your prick.  Please," she 
whined one final time.
	Looking down at this young white cunt begging to blow him, Jim 
was amazed:  Achilles had done quite a job on her.  "Well, little girl," 
he said, "take off all your clothes and kneel in front of that table over 
there," motioning to the side where he had set up a table for him and 
Achilles to watch the action.  He smiled as she quickly disrobed and 
kneeled before the table.  Giving Sara's tit one last slap, he slowly 
undressed and then headed over to see how well Achilles' bitch could suck 
dick.
	Sara couldn't believe her ears:  they may or may not fuck her?!  
What was going on?  They bring in this slut--she couldn't believe how Amy 
was acting--and say they were only going to watch?  Watch what?  What was 
going to happen to her?  She wanted to ask, but was afraid, afraid of 
being hit and afraid of the answer.  For the first time since she had 
given into her passion for pain and degredation, she began to feel 
apprehension.
	Maria sat in the corner of the boiler room, fear, nervousness, 
and anticipation struggling within the pit of her stomach.  She had 
put on her costume fifteen minutes ago and put all her torture devices in 
a small leather bag; now she was waiting, wondering whether she had the 
courage to go through with this.  If she could just have the bitch 
alone, or even if she could just hurt the bitch normally, but Jim had 
insisted she do it his way, with certain liberties allowed her.  She 
realized that Jim and the partner he had talked about would probably 
want to fuck her:  could she go through with this?  Then she thought about 
what Ms. Sara Ellsworth had done to her:  she had had her raped by three 
boys.  It had shattered her life; she could not forgive that.  It was 
payback time, she thought, and a rightous anger filled her:  what she 
was going to do to that fucking cunt....  Anything was worth that, anything.
	She was startled when Achilles stuck his head around the edge of 
a large boiler and told her it was time before dashing off to take his 
place in this little drama.  She breathed in deeply and stood up on the 
three inch spike heels she was wearing, picked up her bag in one hand 
and a three foot, very flexible, reed switch in the other, and walked 
toward the center of the room.
	The first thing she noticed when she stepped into sight of Sara, 
Achilles, and Jim, was the brightness of the room.  Periphrilly she saw 
Achilles standing naked behind one of two cameras set up in the room, 
pointing it at her, and she saw Jim, sitting on a low table to her right 
with his hand on the back of a naked blond girl's head getting a 
blowjob.  These sights, though, were mere distractions to her; in the 
middle of the space, standing tied spread-eagled, was Ms. Sara Ellsworth, 
a look of shock and terror on her face as she saw and recognized Maria.  
An expression of pure hate twisted Maria's features as she squared her 
shoulders, set down her bag, and strolled meaningfully over to face her 
teacher.
	Jim was sitting enjoying a pretty good blowjob from Achilles' 
slut, thinking that what she lacked in experience she sure made up for in 
enthusiasm, when he caught sight of Maria as she strode out of the 
shadows toward Sara.  She was a vision of a bondage goddess, Jim thought, 
eyeing her with deep appreciation and lust.  Her legs were encased up to 
mid thigh in high-heeled leather boots, making them seem even shapelier 
and longer than they already were and focusing attention on pair of 
small, leather panties with barely covered her patch of pubic hair.  Her 
upper thighs and firm stomach were creamy olive in color up to her belly 
button before the rest of her waist was cinched firmly in by a black 
bodice which lifted and squeezed her overfull breasts together and up, 
revealing the tops of her mounds almost down to her nipples.  Her face 
was the only thing which jarred with the image of a leather goddess in 
his mind:  it was young, a fifteen year old's face thickly done up in 
harsh makeup.  Dark red lipstick brought out the fullness of her mouth 
and lips; a base smoothed her already smooth skin; heavy black eyeliner 
and eyelash thickener made her dark eyes darker.  Jim watched as she 
moved with the sureness of a tiger ready to pounce, feeling his balls 
contract and approach orgasm at the very sight of her.
	Sara was stunned.  Maria, Maria would kill her, she thought.  She 
was terrified of Maria; Maria had reason to hate her, to hurt her.  She 
glanced wildly over at Jim, who only smiled cruelly, and then at 
Achilles, who was hidden behind a camera.  Oh god, she thought, don't let 
this happen, as she tried to cower away from the girl she had had raped 
and broke out in a sweat.
	Maria saw the fear in Sara's eyes and a feeling of absolute power 
welded to joy flowed through her.  All hers, she thought, this bitch was 
all hers.
	"Please," Sara wimpered softly, begging for Maria not to do what 
she knew Maria was going to do.
	"SHUT UP!" Maria yelled viscously, bringing the switch down 
blazingly fast and hard against the outside of Sara's left breast.  Sara 
bit her lip and cried out inwardly, barely suppressing a shout of pain as 
agony ripped through her.
	"SHUT UP!" Maria yelled again, a fury overtaking her as the pent 
up tension of her wait, and her hatred of this woman broke forth, 
spilling over into a rapid series of blows across Sara's tits with the 
switch.
	<WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK> went the switch as it 
landed again and again against Sara's breasts.  She clenched her teeth as 
pain coursed through her, each blow feeling like it was tearing a piece 
of flesh from her breast.  She finally screamed when Maria struck her 
across the nipple, pain exploding across her chest and darkening her mind 
as she trembled and shook against her bonds.  "AAAAHHHHHHGGGGG!" she 
cried, "Please stop!  Stop!  AAAAAAAAAAA!" as the beating seemed to go on 
forever.  Finally Maria stopped, panting in released rage, and Sara hung 
limply against her arms for a moment, the burning pain in her breasts 
seeming to spread across her entire torso.  She moaned as it reached her 
groin and she felt herself grow moist:  even this?  she thought to 
herself, trying to regain her footing.
	Princess was happily sucking on Jim's large black cock, not as 
large as her master's, she thought pridefully, thinking about how debased 
she was.  It excited her to think that here she was, an upper middle 
class white girl was on her knees servicing a big black stud like 
Jim--and he was a janitor!  Her master knew what he was doing when he 
brought her here; she needed to be treated like this, like some common 
whore.  She heard the clacking of heels on concrete and wanted to turn 
her head, but Jim's hand was in her hair and his cock was in her mouth so 
she couldn't look.  Still, she felt Jim's excitement and clenched her 
thighs together, feeling her juices begin to drip sluggishly down her 
inner thighs, with the thought that soon he would fill her mouth with 
come.  She started when she heard shouting and the viscous whacking sound 
of flesh being struck followed by screams of pain, but turned her attention 
more eagerly toward teasing the come from the cock in her mouth, for she 
felt his cock begin to expand slightly in her mouth and his hand tighten 
on the back of her head.  Suddenly he groaned and large wads of his come 
splattered against the back of her mouth, and she swallowed eagerly, 
luxuriating in the feel of his come sliding slickly down her throat.  She 
squeezed her legs together and felt the small bloom of an orgasm rush 
through her body; it was so good, so good to be doing this, to be treated 
like this.
	Maria panted with exertion as Sara struggled to regain her feet.  
She lowered the switch and, turning, put it on the ground next to her 
leather bag.  Opening the bag, she pulled out a two foot long gleaming 
stainless steel needle, sharp on both ends, which she held in the palms 
of both hands as she showed it to Sara.  She felt incredible:  adrenaline 
was coursing through her body, giving her an incredible rush and exciting 
her beyond belief.  She never would have thought that hurting another 
person would give her such pleasure, but hurting Sara Ellsworth certainly 
did.
	"Do you know what I'm going to do with this, Sara?" she asked 
silkily, holding the long needle before her eyes.
	Sara could imagine a thousand things Maria might do, so she 
begged, pleaded, "Please, please don't hurt me anymore," all the while 
feeling the pain in her breasts turn into an erotic throbbing which made 
her cunt run even more freely with its juices.  She was scared and in 
pain at the same time, and it was, she admitted in the back of her head, 
and incredible turn on; but she didn't want any more pain, certainly not 
the type of pain she knew Maria had in store for her.
	She grimaced and gasped in pain as Maria gripped her left nipple 
between her fingernails and pulled it away from her body, stretching it 
into a small, dark red cone.  She felt her blood pound through her 
abused nipple and screamed "NOOOO!  NOOOO!  OH GOD NOOOO!  DON'T!  
PLEASE!" as she saw Maria bring the tip of the long needle against the 
outside of her breast.  Her screams turned into shrieks of pure agony as 
Maria slowly pressed the needle into her distended nipple, piercing the 
flesh as she inexorably drove the needle into her teachers nipple.
	"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!  AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!" Sara screamed 
as she felt the needle tear through the tender flesh of her nipple and, 
dragging the ripped flesh around its punture with it, tear out the other 
side, completely piercing the small red bud topping her breast.  She 
quivered and shook and tried to pull her breast away from this torture, 
but Maria held her tight between her fingernails, drawing even more blood 
from the very tip of her nipple as they dug painfully into the nib of 
Sara's nipple.  The agony was excrutiating, narrowing her consciousness 
down to that one small, tortured point on her body as she screamed her 
throat raw.  Finally the pain abated somewhat, dulling to a sharp 
throbbing which drew ragged cried from her throat at each beat of her 
pounding heart.
	Maria released her teacher's nipple and looked with pleasure upon 
her accomplishment:  the needle neatly pierced Sara's nipple, two thin 
streams of blood running down either side of her breast to join at its 
base before drying just before reaching her naval.  The very tip of the 
nipple, where she had gripped it between her fingernails, was suitably 
bruised and swollen, with blood and fluid oozing out through the torn 
flesh.  She reveled in the small cries of pain her teacher made, and 
looked up into her eyes, smiling as she saw the agony and dismay etched 
deeply on Sara's face.
	"I'm not done yet," she said cruelly, still holding the needle 
with her fingers, earning a look of complete terror from Ms. Ellsworth.
	Achilles was excited beyond belief as he watched Maria 
sadistically pierce her teacher's nipple and heard the screams of inhuman 
agony torn from her throat; he was getting it all on tape, too, which 
made it even better.  He eagerly made his way over to were both Jim and 
Princess, Jim still sitting on the table and his cock slowly beginning to 
resusitate and Princess still kneeling on the ground beside Jim's leg, 
were both entranced with the theater going on in front of them.  He 
quickly grabbed Princess by the hair and commanded her to stand up and 
grab her ankles, whereupon he grabbed her hips and quickly thrust into 
her sopping cunt, sighing at the feel of the soft folds of skin engulfing 
his prick.
	Princess was once again denied the sight of the woman's torture, 
but the cock in her cunt assuaged that disappointment.  The scene before 
her had been so horrible, so twistedly erotic, that it had driven her to 
another orgasm before her master had demanded use of her cunt.  She heard 
the woman's screams resume and knew that the girl was driving the spike 
through her other nipple, the sounds of the woman's sexual agony bringing 
her even closer to orgasm as her master's cock pounded her furiously from 
behind, almost knocking her over with each thrust, only holding her up 
with the firm grip his hands had on her hips.
	Maria stepped back and viewed her handiwork, her cunt moist and 
slick from her exertions.  Both Sara's nipples were pierced through with 
the single, long needle, the weight of which dragged both her breasts 
down slightly.  Two thin trails of blood, coming from each of her 
nipples, had dried against her skin just before reaching her belly 
button.  The bitch herself was quivering in pain as she tried to maintain 
her balance, low moans of agony coming from her throat each time her 
shaking body made her breasts swing even a little bit.
	Turning back to her bag, Maria pulled out a thin cord and tied it 
tight to the center of the needle, between Sara's breasts, and, 
feeding out line, walked about ten feet away draped the other end of the 
cord over a pipe about head high.  Slowly she pulled the cord tight, 
earning a long, drawn out moan from her teacher, until the bitch's 
breasts were distended into fleshy cones, the point of piercing of each 
nipple beginning to bleed again under the tension of the rope.  Maria 
pulled it a little tighter then quickly tied it off.
	"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA," Sara moaned as she felt her breasts 
stretched into fleshy cones of meat; it felt like her nipples were going 
to be ripped off by the pressure.  The agony of the torture of her 
breasts had spread throughout her body, which was tense and sweating with 
strain, making her cunt burn with need.  She couldn't help it; the worse 
the pain became, the more her pussy demanded released, and now it was 
burning with a need more torturous than the piercing of her nipples, her 
juice slicking the insides of her thighs and dripping off from the sides 
of her knees to form a small puddle on the ground between her legs.
	"Please, please touch me," she begged as Maria returned carrying 
a curious black box with a dial connected to three long wires ending in 
small clamps.
	"Oh, the whore wants to come?" Maria spat sarcastically, turning 
to her audience.  "Do you think this cunt deserves that pleasure?  Well I 
don't."  It was better than she imagined; she had thought she only wanted 
to torture the bitch, but making her beg for sex while she inflicted 
torture after torture upon her was even better.  She felt a thrill of 
excitement as she clipped one of the clamps to the end of the needle 
through Sara's nipples and another clamp through the other end.  The 
third clamp she held up before the bitch's eyes and smiled before 
kneeling down right in front of her gaping, dripping pussy.  Placing her 
fingers just on the outside of the front of her snatch, Maria pulled her 
labia apart, exposing Sara's clit, glistening with lubrication.  She 
quickly snapped the clip onto her teacher's clit and received a 
satisfactory shuddering in response.
	Oh god, Sara thought as the clamp closed tightly over her clit, 
sending more shooting pain through her body, it had almost brought her 
off.  A little more and she would have come:  how she needed to come!  
She hung her head and strained against her chains, trying to bring 
herself off, but it was no use.  She looked up and saw Maria standing 
before her holding four stick pins, having set the black box down on the 
ground in front of her.  She saw her tormentor kneel down and suddenly 
turn the dial on the box, and she immediately felt its results.  It felt 
like a thousand tiny mules were kicking her nipples, breasts, clit, and 
cunt as the electricity flowed into her body.  It thrummed through her 
sex and breasts, slowly increasing as Maria turned the dial.  Her whole 
body tensed to the pounding of the current and the throbbing of her blood 
in her ears.  She closed her eyes as the current transformed all the pain 
in her body, turning it an agonizingly hightened sensation coursing 
across her nerves.
	She screamed as a sharp, tearing pain hit her breast, looking to 
see Maria driving one of her pins down into the flesh of her breast.  
Again the pain in her breast as Maria drove another pin into her; and 
again with her other breast.  Now her vision was fading into and out of 
black as the sensations engulfing her body overwhelmed her:  they were 
not pain and they were not pleasure, just an unbearable screaming of 
tortured nerves.  Her whole body shook under the barrage of electricity, 
her legs and stomach tense.  The fourth pin entered her breast near the 
nipple, and she screamed, not hearing her own voice, as she finally lost 
control of her bladder, her warm urine splattering on the floor and 
sprinkling her feet, ankles, and calves.  Far awy, she felt hands on her 
shoulders--she was floating in an agony of sensation--and she felt a deep 
thumping at her pelvis as Maria kneed her in the groin.  <Thump> <Thump> 
<Thump> the knee pounded her sex, and she shrieked like a lost soul as a 
hot, blistering wind swept through her tormented body, originating from 
her cunt and coursing across the raw nerves of her body, sending her 
thrashing against her bonds in an orgasm of pain.  She shrieked and 
shrieked, completely engulfed by this unbearable sensation which was both 
agony and ecstacy, before darkness clouded her vision and she fell 
heavily against her bonds, hanging from her arms in oblivion.