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This work may be copied freely for non-profit purposes only. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Porterville High: Maria's Revenge Part 1.9 By Wiley06 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 concen- trate on anything. She had spent the last few days reading various bondage books and magazines and watch- ing 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 immedi- ately 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 key ring of keys to let him past several locked doors. Nothing, though, pre- pared 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 focused 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 blow- job? 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 degradation, she began to feel apprehen- sion. 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 pay back time, she thought, and a righteous 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. Peripherally 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 atten- tion 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 olds 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 whimpered softly, begging for Maria not to do what she knew Maria was going to do. "SHUT UP!" Maria yelled viciously, 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. 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 beat- ing 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 pride- fully, 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 shout- ing 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 stain- less 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 puncture 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 excruciating, 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 be- tween 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 hold- ing 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 resuscitate 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, where- upon 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 burn- ing 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 sarcas- tically, 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 satis- factory 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 kick- ing her nipples, breasts, clit, and cunt as the elec- tricity 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 heightened 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 away, 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. 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 ecstasy, before darkness clouded her vision and she fell heavily against her bonds, hanging from her arms in oblivion. _____________________________________________________ Kristen's collection - Directory 8 - Text 8416