FPS-201  Schoolgirl Prisoner
(David Compton)


FOREWORD 

Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their 
goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all contain 
countless examples. 

And when the innocent victim is young, the story is so much the sadder. 

Nancy Redmond, the young girl in this book, is the victim of immoral people. 
A teenager, she finds herself swept into a web of depravity and perversion 
she could only have dreamed existed. And, after being forced to suffer one 
humiliation after another, she becomes little more than an obedient animal, 
catering to the depraved whims of her captors. 

SCHOOLGIRL IN BONDAGE-the shocking story of an innocent girl learning the 
sordid truth about human nature. A story revealing another side of our 
complex society. 

-The Publisher 


Chapter One 

Slurping sounds came from Nancy Redmond's wet lips and her cheeks went 
hollow. A trickle of saliva ran from the corner of her mouth. Hot, humid, 
meaty flavor filled her head. Her whole being swam in sensations of sweet 
ecstasy. She was sucking cock-her brother's cock-and she loved it! 

Her younger brother Greg leaned back in the easy chair. His eyes were 
closed. White indentations showed where he was biting his lower Up, hardly 
able to contain himself. Feverishly, his hand caressed his sixteen-year-old 
sister's red-blonde hair. His breath came in shuddering gasps. God, his 
sister's lips and tongue felt good on his erect prick! 

The carpet was rubbing the girl's knees raw, but she barely noticed. She 
could still scarcely believe the size of her brother's prick. The only time 
she had ever seen it, it had been the tiny nub of a four-year old. But 
somehow, ten years later, it had grown and grown until it was an incredible 
eight inches long in its current, rampantly aroused state! 

"Mmmmnnnnn," she moaned around her mouthful of juicy cock. Her brother 
gasped and squirmed his skinny butt in the chair. Her slim, long-fingered 
hands toyed with his balls. To the lust-clouded brain of the youth, they 
seemed as deliciously cool as the saliva his sister was laving lovingly all 
over his giant cock. 

Ripe red lips slid up the length of the prick. The pale shaft of cock was 
spit-glossed and shiny in the afternoon light filtering in through the den 
windows. Outside was a warm, southwestern early-summer day, but the laboring 
air-conditioner kept soothingly chill currents of air flowing through the 
room, thrilling the boy's dripping prick in a thousand new and excitingly 
different ways. "God, Nancy," he moaned. "That feels nice-so nice! Just... 
keep . . it-uhh! Up!" 

Though she scarcely heard him in her lustful feeding-frenzy, his sister 
obeyed, feasting with unabashed pleasure on the beefy richness of her 
brother's cock. Her boobs, already full and lush as ripe fruit, seemed to 
swell inside her bra. Cool breezes seemed to lick her bare legs the way she 
was licking the giant flesh lollipop of her brother's prick. Her firm 
asscheeks worked against each other inside the taut white fabric of her 
shorts as she squirmed her thighs together in her own growing passion. She 
could feel her virgin pussy begin to fill with the fragrant juices of 
desire. Her cunt seemed to cry out with hunger for that enormous, forbidden 
pillar of prick, but her greedy mouth refused to let it go! 

Greg's heartbeat pounded. Nancy stuck her tongue out and drew it along the 
underside of the throbbing prick, feeling the racing pulse. Her brother was 
shivering by the time the slithering tongue reached the ultra-sensitive spot 
just behind and beneath the flared purple head of his prick. The girl was as 
delightfully surprised as her brother by her newly-discovered talent for 
sucking cock. Before this very afternoon she had never even allowed a boy to 
fondle her luscious tits. 

Feminine lips formed a rubbery "O" around the cone-shaped head of the boy's 
cock. Nancy's tongue traced blazing patterns over the cockhead, feeling it 
swell as the blood pounded into it. Then she closed her jaws ever so 
slightly and raked the delicate skin with her even white teeth. 

The effect on her brother was electric. His back arched. His ass came off 
the chair and the muscles stood out on his arms, braced against the arms of 
the chair, as he sought to drive his eight inches of ragingly lustful cock 
down his sister's throat. 

The girl's sucking head moved. Her mouth refused to admit the pulsating 
spear of cock as her teeth worked like knives over its tip. Using her 
imagination, and some deeply-buried instinctive knowledge of sex, the girl 
teased her brother to the ragged edge of endurance with her torturing, 
delight-giving teeth. 

Then the girl relaxed the straining muscles of her jaw. With a single great 
lunge Greg buried his cock in her face. 

Nancy Redmond's cheeks bulged out. The sixteen-year-old was effortlessly 
taking each and every one of her brother's eight inches of prick with the 
ease of a circus sword-swallower. 

"Uggh! Ahhh-JESUS!" Greg yelped. His knuckles whitened as his fingers clawed 
the chair arms. 

Endlessly the blood-engorged cock slid between Nancy's lips. The 
ever-thickening bar of cock forced her jaws farther and farther apart till 
their hinges creaked. Like a burning ember, Nancy could feel the head of her 
brother's prick sliding into her mouth, down her throat, seemingly halfway 
to her stomach. 

The whole magnificent length of Greg's prick gave a huge throb, like the 
first warning tremor of an earthquake. Nancy knew what that meant. Her 
brother was about to come! 

Her mouth watered with the need to taste her brother's jizz. Though her 
pussy ached with the need to be crammed full of that massive prick, she was 
determined to suck her trim belly full of Greg's jism before she went on to 
sample other earthy delights. She had all afternoon before her and Greg's 
parents returned from their shopping trip to Santa Fe, an hour's drive to 
the north. And surely, her fantastically-endowed younger brother had cock 
enough to satisfy the cravings of both her mouth and her pussy. 

She could barely believe the change that had come over her. Was it just 
three weeks since that afternoon, the Jay school ended, when she had 
stumbled upon Gwen, her best friend, and Gwen's boy friend Owen, in an 
abandoned building near her home? 

How well she remembered that day, as she always would. She had always been a 
shy girl, and despite her prettiness, and her early blooming to young 
womanhood, she had never been on a date. Her life centered on her home, her 
loving but strict parents and the younger brother she tolerated as an 
unavoidable nuisance-and her best friend Gwen, a petite blonde girl with 
tits even larger than Nancy's perfectly matched mounds of boob. And so Nancy 
was quite put out when, as the bell released them from the last class of 
their last day as sophomores at Walter Williams Jr. Memorial High School, 
Gwen disappeared into the milling throng of newly liberated students. 

Disgruntled, disappointed in hopes of a celebration with her friend, Nancy 
had walked home. With no reason to dawdle, and a desire to get home and be 
alone as soon as she could, the girl had taken a shortcut across an empty 
lot in which the old building stood, first built as a warehouse and having 
served since as a hardware store and a discotheque, both of which had failed 
and left the structure an empty, unused shell. 

A high girlish giggle followed by a squeal of delight attracted Nancy's 
attention to the old building. She crept up to the gaping oblong of 
blackness where vandals had long since wrested the back door from its 
hinges, and peered cautiously inside. 

It took a few seconds for her eyes to become accustomed to the gloom. And 
when they did, it was all the full-bodied young girl could do to suppress a 
cry of astonishment! 

Her friend Gwen was there. She was no longer giggling or even squealing, but 
giving off a low, wailing moan. Her naked body was pale in the half-light, 
and her boobs were ripe, cherry-tipped white melons dangling from her 
ribcage as she bent over the old wooden sawhorse. Her colorfully-patched 
bluejeans were draped over the sawhorse to protect her bare belly from the 
splintery wood. 

Standing behind her was the tall, skinny form of Owen, and he was naked too 
except for a muscle shirt covering his upper body. Nancy knew instantly he 
was what was making her friend moan that way-him, and the pale bar of his 
prick he was sliding in and out of her oozing cunt from behind! 

With a noise like a plunger working at a clogged drain, Owen was fucking the 
girl faster and faster before her friend's startled eyes. The unseen watcher 
was unable to tear herself away from the erotic spectacle, despite a fear 
that one or the other would look up and find her there, spying on them. But 
she had no cause to worry. Owen and Gwen were far too preoccupied with the 
total carnal pleasure of fucking the daylights out of each other to pay 
attention to anything else! 

Dumbfounded, Nancy could feel her own untapped pussy start to respond to the 
incredible scene. Though the whole warehouse seemed to be full of the damp 
tangy odor of aroused cunt, overriding even the choking smell of dust, Nancy 
could smell the spicy aroma of her own pussy starting to drool with desire. 
Before she knew it, the girl had her hand slipped up under her short skirt 
and her fingers inside the elastic legband of her panties, first stroking 
the lips of her cunt till they brushed electrically against her swollen 
clit, and then plunged full into her seething pussy, fucking her with the 
brute vigor that Owen was putting his cock to the naked, splay-legged Gwen. 

His trim crotch made a slapping sound against the girl's rounded ass each 
time he drove his cock home. At every inward cock-thrust, the girl growled 
like an animal and rolled her hips, and her pussy seemed to suck her boy 
friend's cock bodily into itself. 

Nancy could see his balls in their hairy sac, swinging rhythmically to the 
tempo of his fucking. 

Then Gwen's plump body began shaking all over like jello. She gave a series 
of short yips and pushed against the dusty cement floor with her hands. 
Owen's hands clutched her buttocks like steel talons, digging deeply into 
the sweet soft flesh. Sweat poured down his face and plastered his blond 
hair to his forehead. His body seemed to be quivering too, as if suffering 
some kind of fit. 

Gwen screamed. Nancy jumped a foot in the air, then had to support herself 
with her free hand against the door jamb to keep from collapsing like a rag 
doll. "Oh, God damn!" Owen yelled. "Your cunt feels like a bear trap! I'm 
COMMMMINNNGGGG!" 

"I'm coming too!" choked Gwen. "Hurry and come up my pussy! Let me feel your 
jism fill me as I come! Unnnghhh! Ahhhh! HURRY!" 

Fascinated, Nancy had watched the boy pump her friend's exploding cunt full 
of come. In a few seconds it overflowed the seething, churning pussy 
channel. Nancy saw it well up around the girth of the plunging cock, drip 
down her friend's white thighs in ropy streams diluted by cunt sauce, and 
then a wave of ecstasy overwhelmed her as she was wracked by the first 
orgasm of her short life Owen had kept fucking Gwen till he seemed to go 
rubbery at the knees. He fell to his knees and began to kiss Gwen, to 
Nancy's amazement and disgust, on the pink pucker of her asshole and on the 
slobbery mouth of her come-filled pussy. Still unseen by the pair, the girl 
with the golden-red hair-and a pair of sopping-wet panties-turned away and 
walked home in a daze. 

Since then, Nancy had spied on Gwen and Owen at their games three more 
times. Once she had watched disbelieving as Owen had sat the short blonde on 
the same saw horse, her ass in the air. Then he leaned over her and fucked 
his prick up Gwen's asshole! 

Nancy's friend had struggled and squealed with what seemed to be real pain 
as Owen shoved his cock up her asshole, but she didn't tell him not to, and 
in a short while she was writhing and fucking his delving prick with lewd 
abandon. On her face was a look of pain and pleasure combined that made the 
hidden Nancy go all quivery inside, and she didn't stay to watch the end of 
the session of buttfucking. 

Finally, that very day, Nancy had slipped over to the warehouse in time to 
see Gwen, naked again and on her knees, pulling her boy friend's ragged the 
limp length of Owen's prick into her mouth like a person eating spaghetti. 
Almost instantly, the prick began to stiffen, and soon it was full and hard 
and ready. 

There was a blanket spread on the hard, dirty floor, and the buxom young 
girl had pulled her now thoroughly-horny boyfriend down beside her. Then, 
returning her lips to give wet oral attention to the rigid prick jutting 
from Owen's hairy crotch, Gwen had parted her juicy thighs for the boy to 
put his head between. 

Hungrily, Owen had planted a kiss smack on the pink petal-like lips of 
Gwen's pussy. Instantly clear cunt juice flooded from the bearded mouth of 
her cunt. Owen drank it eagerly down, then put out his tongue and slid it 
over the cunt lips. Gwen trembled with joy and gnawed on his cock like a 
piece of beef jerky. 

Again Nancy was repelled at the notion of a person putting his or her mouth 
on another person's sex organs. She had always thought the smell of pussy to 
be rank-but Owen apparently didn't think so. He was savoring the pussy 
sauces of his girl friend like fine wine. And Gwen was eating his cock with 
the fervor of a starving person. 

At least this didn't look as painful as being fucked up the ass. In fact, 
now that Nancy thought about it, having your pussy lapped and tongued and 
nibbled didn't sound half bad. And the almost religious way in which Gwen 
was sucking cock-Nancy found her hands in her shorts again, finger-fucking 
away. 

Right then she had made her resolution. She had to have some of what her 
friend Gwen was getting. Had to! 

It seemed like an act of Providence when she go home and found her younger 
brother alone in the den. He obviously felt that he was alone in the house, 
because his pants were down around his ankles and he sat in the easy chair 
pumping his fist up and down his hard cock. In his lap was an open copy of 
some girlie magazine, smuggled in under the noses of his and Nan ,'s 
watchful, prudish parents. 

It wasn't shock that made Nancy's jaw drop at the sight-not after the shows 
she'd been watching in the derelict building! No, it definitely was not 
shock at finding her younger brother jacking off-it was what he was jacking 
off with! 

Her brother Greg had a cock eight inches long and so fat he could barely get 
his hand around it! 

It all came together. Any reservations the normally shy adolescent would 
have had about approaching a half-naked male with a hard-on were forgotten. 
Any revulsion at the idea of incest was banished from her mind. All Nancy 
could think about was the lust that instantly filled her mind "Hello, Greg," 
she'd said casually. Caught redhanded, he'd only gaped at her, not trying to 
jump up and flee until his older sister stood right in front of him. Then it 
was too late. 

"Here, here, sweetheart, don't go running off," she'd murmured, holding him 
down with a firm hand on his shoulder. She twitched away the open magazine 
spread over the swollen bar of his prick, and her eyes fixed hungrily on 
that throbbing, still-erect pole of his prick. 

"Here, let me help you with that," Nancy had purred. Then, unable to 
restrain herself any longer, she'd dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips 
avidly around the head of his cock. He'd cried out and grabbed two handfuls 
of golden hair. Then he'd shoved his prick into his sister's mouth. 

Apprehensively, Nancy felt the cock sliding into her mouth, then down her 
throat. She knew girls often gagged when they tried to suck cock-no girl 
who'd ever been in a girl's locker room could keep from having some 
knowledge of things like that. She waited for the gag reflex to reject the 
enormous, tasty cock that filled her mouth and her being. 

It never happened! 

Not till her nose was firmly pressed into the bush at the base of Greg's big 
cock did Nancy quit taking it in. The prick buried in her throat was the 
most fantastic thing she'd ever felt in her life! With a happy sigh muffled 
by the totally-swallowed plug of cock, she settled in to giving the first, 
glorious blowjob of her life. 

"Aah! God!" Greg gasped now. He stroked Nancy's hair with mindless lust. 
"Your mouth-I'm about to-yah! Come!" 

Even as he spoke the words his actions followed. A thick jet of jism 
cannoned into Nancy's face, drawing away from her brother's crotch as her 
greedy lips sucked the fat cock. The girl choked once and then most of the 
prick had slid from her loving mouth. Her lips were wrapped around the 
throbbing base of Greg's cockhead, sucking blast after blast of fiery come 
from that magnificent prick. 

At first the acrid, salty-sweet taste of the jism threatened to overcome the 
cocksucking girl. Her tongue was thickly coated with the pungent sperm, her 
throat, the roof of her mouth-the first pulse of the beautiful cock had 
filled Nancy's face with an incredible quantity of come. But after a moment 
of fighting the gag reflex, Nancy came to a realization. 

Her brother's jism was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted! 

Ravenously, her mouth milked come from the shuddering cock. And then an 
explosion went off in Nancy's brain. Her guts seemed to twist up inside - 
she was coming too! In her total concentration on gobbling down her 
brother's mammoth prick, she hadn't even been aware that her tender young 
body was building to an unbearable level of passion. Not until a total 
orgasm clenched the muscles of her pussy and sent its message of delight 
racing through her body to the pleasure center of her brain! 

"Mmmmmmmpphhhh!" she moaned around her mouthful of prick. At that instant 
Greg grabbed new handholds of hair and rammed his cock to the hilt in his 
sister's face. The loglike prick slid effortlessly down the channel of her 
throat, already well-lubricated by the come that was still fountaining from 
the pinprick hole in the tip of Greg's cock. 

The next spray of come seemed to shoot straight into Nancy's stomach. Her 
pussy gave a new spasm of delight and she came again. Involuntarily she 
swallowed and drew a fresh outburst of creamy white goodness from her 
brother's cock. 

Greg's whole skinny body was quivering like a leaf. He seemed to be out of 
control of his mind and body. He was totally possessed by a demon of lust 
that kept his big cock hosing down his sister's insides with his jism. The 
girl hadn't given him the slightest chance to resist her incestuous 
advances, and now it was too late. All Greg Redmond wanted to do now was 
fuck his sister's face, to come and come in her red-lipped mouth till he 
could come no more! 

And that was what the boy did, to the delight of his sister, who allowed not 
one precious drop of come to escape her. The pounding prick stayed 
balls-deep in Nancy's mouth till the last driblet of jism leaked from its 
tip, and even then it kept pulsing orgasmically as the girl sucked and 
tongued it furiously. 

Finally the tumultuous climax Greg and Nancy had felt simultaneously ebbed. 
Greg slumped bonelessly in the chair, his mighty cock beginning to go limp. 
Lovingly, Nancy let it slip from her mouth. Its length was slimed with 
strands of come mingled with saliva,, More come bubbled from the girl's lips 
as the cock came out of her mouth. Carefully, she licked her lips, scooping 
up the stray gobbets of sperm her tongue encountered. 

Greg sighed and stirred in his chair as Nancy licked his dormant cock clean 
of sperm. "Hoo boy!" he murmured. "That was fantastic. Can we-can you do 
that again sometime, Sis?" 

"Sometime?" the girl demanded, rising to her feet. "We're going to do it 
again now!" And with that, she started to undo the buttons of her blouse. 

Chapter Two 

Greg's eyes goggled as the front of his sister's blouse parted before his 
eyes. Her big boobs were like generous scoops of vanilla ice cream, 
straining against the lacy fabric of her bra. "Like what you see, you big 
stud, you?" she asked huskily, running the pink tip of her tongue over her 
come-wet lips. 

The boy felt a tingling sensation running down the center of his spent cock. 
"Y-yes," he stammered. His eyes could not seem to leave the 
scarcely-concealed mounds of tit-flesh swimming in mid-air before them. 

At his answer, the nipples at the ends of Nancy's boobs stiffened like 
miniature pricks. Greg could see their twin hardnesses push out the material 
of his sister's bra. He gulped, swallowed with difficulty the saliva that 
filled his mouth. 

The girl reached behind herself. The motion thrust her tits forward so they 
strained even more fiercely to be free of all restraint. And, with a deft 
twist of the girl's slender fingers, her tits were free. 

Greg gasped as the bra seemed to snap free of the girl's boobs. The heavy 
tits tumbled out like kids at recess, jogging and jiggling. Two fat ripe 
cherries stared like eyes as the fourteen-year-old from the midst of 
half-dollar-sized circles of pale pink areolas. 

Two bare arms circled Greg's head. Nancy dragged her brother's astonished 
face into the deep valley between her jugs. Titflesh surrounded his head. 
His sister's boobs were warm cushions covering his ears, muffling all sound 
save the lustful race of her heartbeat. Dimly, the boy became aware her arms 
were no longer about him. Responding to the erotic fullness and nearness of 
the girl, he opened his mouth and began licking her warm flesh. 

Meanwhile, Nancy was feverishly unbuttoning her shorts and kicking off her 
tennis shoes. In an instant she was pulling the shorts off over her full 
hips and long thighs. Then she pulled down her panties. They were sopping 
wet, and stuck to the moist crevice between her pussy lips. She tugged them 
free and stood naked, feeling icy air currents wash her bared pussy mound. 

Her brother had lapped his way to the crest of a snowy boob. Avidly, he 
sucked the nipple, the whole end of Nancy's jug into his mouth. While his 
tongue painted pleasure like liquid fire on the erect nipple, he chewed the 
spongy tit-flesh. Nancy moaned and cradled his head with her hands. 

"Oh, that's so nice!" she moaned. Then she pushed him back in his chair. He 
moaned in disappointment as the warm boob popped from his mouth. Then his 
eyes widened. 

His sister had pressed forward with her hips, so that her pussy lips splayed 
open like flower petals. A clear drop of cunt juice glittered between them. 
"Try this, sweetheart," Nancy said lustfully. "It'll taste even better than 
my jugs!" 

The boy didn't seem to think so. His nostrils flared to the rank, 
overpowering odor of aroused twat. He tried to turn his head, tried to leap 
from the chair and escape, but his sister was all over him. She fell forward 
till her knees were on the chair straddling her brother's skinny thighs, and 
then she thrust her steaming cuntbush forward into Greg's face. 

Like a damp, hairy mat, Nancy's forested pussy mound covered Greg's nose and 
mouth. He opened his mouth to protest. The girl squirmed her lushly-padded 
hips. All at once, the boy's mouth was full of slimy, slithery, 
sharp-tasting pussy lips! 

Greg tried to close his mouth, pinning the girl's fragile pink cunt flaps 
inside. She squealed with delight and ground her snatch against his face 
even harder. His hard teeth behind his upper lips crushed her clit. 

Nancy was in heaven. She had never in her life imagined anything could feel 
this good! Incredible hot pleasure seethed over her body as Greg gummed her 
pussy lips. And the pressure of his teeth on her swollen clit were about to 
drive her crazy! 

A trickle of frothing cunt sauce ran down Greg's chin and dripped onto his 
chest. It ran inside his tee-shirt. It felt cold. 

"Mmmphah!" he said. His sister's pussy was kissing him as fervently as any 
mouth could have. Then she reached behind her bare ass and grabbed him by 
the cock. 

An electric jolt shot through Greg's body. In a flash his prick was hard as 
rock. He was turned on and horny! No longer did he want to fight against the 
slippery wetness masking his face. It was a pussy, and he wanted to eat it! 

He did. He stuck his tongue from his mouth, right between the frilly 
curtains of flesh around the hole of Nancy's cunt. She squealed again as it 
went into her pussy. Her hand began to jack off his mighty prick. 

"Lap it up!" she moaned. "Ohhh, eat me good!" 

Greg was barely aware of his sister's voice floating down to him from above. 
He was far gone, lost in a paradise deliciously beyond his wildest erotic 
imaginings! His taste buds reveled in the juicy, lewd flavor of Nancy's 
twat. The cunt lips felt delightfully good and alive between his own lips. 
The squirming, hot depths of her snatch twined around his tongue like a 
serpent. 

Prick-like, Greg's tongue began to fuck in and out of her pussy at a furious 
pace. 

"Good," she murmured dreamily, eyes half-closed. "So good!" Her hips began 
to rotate of their own accord, twisting the elastic, oily tunnel of her cunt 
around the fucking length of Greg's tongue. 

"Keep putting it to me, Greg boy!" Nancy cried, reaching back to jerk off 
his stiff, quivering cock once more. "Fuck me with your tongue till I can't 
stand it any more!" 

The boy's inexperienced tongue was growing tired from its unrelenting 
assault on the mysteries of Nancy's cunt. With an audible pop he pulled it 
out and began to lave it madly up and down the dripping slash of Nancy's 
pussy. His own body tensed as the girl's flying fingers pumped his prick. 

Inadvertently, Greg slipped his tongue into the little pink vee of flesh at 
the very top of Nancy's cunt-slit. The very tip of the tongue encountered 
the swollen node of her clit. 

The top of Nancy's head came off. 

"AAAIIIIEEEEEE!" she howled, throwing her head back in a delirium of 
pleasure. Orgasmic frenzy possessed her with shuddering intensity. 
Frightened by his sister's outburst, and the violent spasms wracking her 
luscious body, Greg continued to punch at the pearly love-button of her clit 
as a foaming froth of fragrant cunt oils ran down his chin and flooded his 
open mouth. 

The climax that seemed to be turning Nancy Redmond inside-out was 
tremendous. Greg's lips and tongue working on her pussy felt a million times 
better than anything she'd ever felt before, and the orgasm her brother's 
cunt-eating had produced was so utterly fantastic that she wondered if she 
were going out of her mind. But there was something missing, something that 
tugged at the back of her lust fevered brain even as orgasm flowed like lava 
over her soul. 

Her pussy muscles were clenching and contracting around nothing but a thick 
coating of cunt grease. There was an emptiness in her madly-coming cunt that 
should have been filled with cock-Greg's monumentally massive, eight-inch 
cock! 

The prick in question was pulsing with heat in her hand, so that she could 
almost feel the warmth washing from it over her white asscheeks. "Your 
prick," she sobbed. "Oh Greg, your big, beautiful prick!" 

"What about it?" the boy asked from around a tasty mouthful of cunt. 

"I need it in me! I want your prick crammed up my hungry pussy!" 

Like a pailful of icewater, the air-conditioned blast hit the boy full in 
his cunt juice-slobbered face as the sopping mat of Nancy's pussy was 
withdrawn. He groaned his disappointment at being deprived of his tasty 
treat. Eyes closed, he ran his tongue around his mouth, sucking up the last 
remnants of spicy cunt honey. At least Nancy still had her fingers wrapped 
around his cock. 

And then the girl sat on it! 

Her first attempt hit wrong. The head of the magnificent prick buried itself 
in a doughy fold of the girl's outer cuntlips, bending painfully as her 
weight came onto it. "Ai!" Greg yelped. 

"Sorry, baby," Nancy whispered. Her raging need for a cock in her virgin 
pussy had made her go too fast. Now she raised herself on trim thighs, 
positioned the shaftlike cock more carefully with her hand, and eased her 
plush hindquarters back down. 

Her famished pussy mouth kissed the burning, inflated purple head of Greg's 
cock wetly. An icy trickle of pussy juice ran down the underside of his 
prick, and then the girl's cunt began to swallow the mammoth cock! 

Pain and pleasure coursed through Nancy's body. The vast size of Greg's 
cockhead was crushing her clit with incredibly erotic pressure. 

But at the same time, the great wedgelike knob at the end of his cockshaft 
was forcing her pussy lips far, far apart, stretching the delicate membranes 
as they'd never been stretched before. 

The breath seemed to be sucked out of Greg's lungs as wet tightness enfolded 
his cock. He could not see the pink, blood-rich lips of Nancy's cunt taking 
in the pole-like length of his prick in the tangle of her golden pubic fur. 
What he did see was the stiff prick, a blue vein throbbing on its upper 
surface, disappearing into a delightful russet bush of cunt fur. 

Dewed with the pussy sauces that had flowed so freely under the onslaught of 
Greg's tongue, sopping cunt hair tickled the boy's cock wetly as the 
distended cunt lips came down towards his crotch. 

Then the girl's pussy lips were pressed against the base of Greg's cock, 
oozing cunt sauce into his pubes. For a long instant they held each other, 
Nancy's bare jugs pressed against her brother's chest. "Oh, God!" the girl 
gasped. 

Eyes closed, she moved her face towards Greg's, lips parting in invitation. 
The boy responded hungrily. His lips met hers, crushed them with passion. 
Like a snake, his tongue crawled between Nancy's moist lips, between her 
teeth, into her mouth. She moaned around her mouthful of tongue and her own 
came out to swirl around and around Greg's. 

The girl moved her hips tentatively. Brother and sister gasped 
simultaneously. What an incredible sensation! To Greg's lust-addled brain it 
seemed as if a glove made of hot oiled silk had been pulled down over his 
giant cock. To Nancy, it seemed that her whole body was stuffed absolutely 
full of throbbing, rock-hard cock. She felt the heartbeat racing inside it, 
felt it grow still larger inside her cunt. 

"I never imagined it would be this good," she whispered avidly. 

"Me neither," Greg responded. His stomach hollowed as he pushed upward 
against the sweet weight of nude girl in his lap. His cock was driven half 
an inch further into Nancy's twat. 

"Aaahhh!" she cried. As though with a mind of their own, her lushly-padded 
hips began to pump and churn, fucking her greedy snatch up and down and 
sideways on that mighty pole of prick. 

Possessed by a demon of desire, Nancy began to lick her brother's face. Her 
tongue laved hot love over his cheeks and lips as it had over his stiff cock 
moments before. His eyes bugged out at the fantastic erotic feelings 
surrounding his cunt-swallowed cock. Then he closed his eyes and gave into 
the feeling. His hands sought his sister's full asscheeks, clawing fingers 
digging deep depressions in the succulent flesh as he grabbed and hung on. 

Nancy Redmond's no-longer-virgin pussy was alive with delight. Deep down 
inside she was glad that an active adolescence had caused her cherry to 
disappear somewhere along the line. The mess and pain of having it popped 
would have marred this utterly perfect session of incestuous fucking! 

Though Greg knew that his sister was-had been, till a few seconds ago-a 
virgin, even an experienced stud would have had a hard time telling from her 
performance. Guided by some sexual instinct, her pussy was expertly fucking 
itself on his randy cock, sucking it with all the power of its muscles when 
it pulled away, and then seeming to ripple like water along the sides of the 
prick as it took it in again, with a prolonged wet gurgle. 

The smell of cunt sauce seemed to fill the room. Panting with passion, Nancy 
stuck her tongue into Greg's mouth. On the first soul-searing kiss she'd 
noted a pronounced tang that she'd guessed was the lingering flavor of her 
own cunt. It was still there, though less noticeable-only this time it did 
not bother her in the least. This first fuck of her short life felt too 
incredibly good for anything to bother her! 

"Ram it up me!" Nancy urged her grunting, straining. "Don't make my poor 
pussy do all the work - fuck that big fat beautiful cock up my cunt as hard 
as it'll go, you great big stud!" 

Greg had never imagined he's hear his sister talk way. She always seemed so 
sweet and pure, but then, he'd never remotely imagined he'd find himself in 
these circumstances. Fucking his own older sister-what a trip! Her horny 
words drove him on like the touch of spur. Her butt was resilient beneath 
his clutching fingers as he began dragging it up and down, so that her cunt 
slithered along his blood-engorged cock. The aroused pussy left a shiny 
trail of cunt sauces, like the trail left by a snail. Feet braced on the 
floor, Greg drove his skinny ass off the chair gain and again, feeling the 
tip of his huge cock rive deeper into Nancy's snatch with every stroke. The 
powerful cunt muscles seemed about to strangle his cock. Pleasure threatened 
to swamp his consciousness. Doggedly, he bit his lip and kept fucking for 
all he was worth. 

His sister was in heaven. With every upward shove of his hips, Greg was 
cramming her already full-to-overflowing cunt still fuller-fuller than most 
girls ever had their cunts stuffed with cock, she realized. Not every girl 
was lucky enough to have a lover with such a tremendous cock as Greg had. 

"Ah! Ah! Unnnh!" she cried. Every pounding surge of her loving brother's 
cock forced guttural exclamations from her. "Jesus, your big prick's halfway 
to my throat!" 

"Yaggh!" Greg choked. His hands forced her shiny rump down hard. He drove 
his prick upward with every iota of strength he had. It went in still 
farther. He was suddenly balls-deep in cunt, so that the top of his hairy 
nut-sac was actually surrounded by the slobbering, pink, copper furred lips 
of Nancy's cunt. 

"Oh Greg, fuck me fast!" Nancy yelled. "Your fat cock is crushing my poor 
clitty to death! My cunt is about to tear open. You're so huge-I'm about to 
cooommmmme!" 

Greg could feel his sister's entire body tense against his. Her nipples, 
rock-hard with lust, seemed to drill into his chest. Her bottom was in 
constant motion, and the million subtle movements of her never-still pussy 
sent ecstasy crawling over his pussy-imprisoned prick like a swarm of ants. 
Her supple body was sheened with a fine coat of sweat despite the 
air-conditioning, and he could feel damp patches under his armpits. 

"Hurry!" Nancy begged. "I can feel it coming. It's like a tidal wave-fuck me 
FAST!" 

Greg did. He dropped his hips so rapidly that his cock shot almost clean 
from the greedy snatch, and when gravity tugged the tall, voluptuously-built 
girl downward, he pushed back up, stabbing her cunt with a violent lunge of 
cock. Then he was pulling his prick out of the morass of Nancy's pussy once 
again, the suction of his withdrawal seemingly about to suck his prick 
inside out. He too could feel orgasm about to strike. The load of jism had 
built up in his balls since he'd blown off in his sister's mouth was coming 
to a boil! 

Small lustful sounds came continuously from the girl's mouth. Greg had his 
face buried in the soft juncture of her neck and shoulder, nibbling gently 
but feverishly on her tender white flesh. His hands kneaded her assflesh 
like dough, molding and crushing the pliant flesh around his hammering bar 
of cock. 

The prick pistoning in and out of her brimming cunt felt to Nancy like a rod 
of iron. God, it felt nice! One of Greg's fingers crept to the dainty pucker 
of her asshole. She felt it prod experimentally against the tiny opening. 
She opened her mouth to protest, and then the fingertip slid inside her 
poopchute. 

The sudden anal invasion made her pussy clamp hard in reflex. Greg's breath 
rushed from his lungs as his cock was crushed along its entire great length. 
"Yi! I'm COMMMMMIIINNNGGGG!" Nancy howled, as the fire of climax seared her 
brain. 

Rippling waves of contraction traveled the length of her oily pussy-channel. 
A tight ring of flesh seemed to close around the midsection of his cock, 
half-in and half-out of Nancy's cunt. A flood of juice ran down the 
underside of his cock and pooled in his crotch. Then a noose of velvet pussy 
flesh closed around his cock where shaft met scarlet prickhead. A jet of 
fiery come blasted far into the girl's climaxing snatch, and she screamed. 
It was as if at any moment she would explode, spewing carnal joy to the far 
corners of the universe. "You're coming too! I can feel your come in my 
pussy. It's filling my cunt to the brim! Oh, your jism burns. But it burns 
so nice!" 

Greg couldn't move. It was as if some giant held him in an unbreakable grip. 
His eyes were screwed tightly shut and his muscles were locked. His whole 
body quivered with the intensity of his passion and orgasmic release. All he 
could do was sit clutching Nancy's ripe ass and drooled slightly onto her 
shoulder, while his cock pumped shot after charge of his hot sperm into the 
depths of the pussy that was so avidly milking it. 

Nancy sighed abandonedly and sat down on Greg's prick. He threw his head 
back with unbearable, almost painful pleasure as her clenching-relaxing cunt 
slid greasily down his pole of cock. At last her buttcheeks were resting 
firmly on the tops of his skinny thighs. The entire tremendous length of his 
cock was inside the paradise of Nancy's pussy. The furious action of her 
climax was working her pussy around every inch of his prick. Cunt juice 
flooded coolly onto his scrotum. It ran over the goosefleshed skin of his 
ball sac to make a dark stain on the chair. 

"I'm all filled up with your come," sobbed Nancy. "And I can feel you still 
coming in my pussy. Oh, God, and I'm coming AG AINNNNNNNN!" 

With renewed fury, Nancy's cunt began to pump Greg's cock. The contraction 
of every muscle in her body squirted his intruding finger right out of her 
asshole. He didn't notice. He was biting his lip and trying to survive the 
strangulation of his cock by Nancy's frantic cunt. A few drops of come were 
still being drawn from the tip of his cock at every tightening of Nancy's 
pussy. He still could not move. 

"Oh, Greg, baby," Nancy rasped, "keep that cock in my pussy. Keep it coming. 
Don't ever stop fucking your sweet sister." 

"What in the name of God is going on in here?" an outraged adult voice 
demanded from behind the girl's naked back. 

Chapter Three 

"Ah! Ah! Unnh!" Nancy moaned. She was still bouncing madly up and down on 
Greg's impaling cock. Her tits and ass jiggled like jello as she fought her 
ongoing orgasm for control of her body. 

A thin trickle of saliva ran from the corner of her mouth as she forced 
herself to turn her head. "D-Daddy!" she exclaimed. "I-uh! Oh, God!" 

At that moment her brother opened his eyes. Past his sister's shoulder he 
saw the figures of their parents standing in the door. With a cry, he 
started to scramble to his feet. He actually made it up, bringing the naked, 
climaxing girl with him. 

Arms clamped around the boy's neck, Nancy felt her weight bring her down 
onto the erect pillar of cock stuck up her pussy. She was trapped on Greg's 
prick-and she was coming again! 

"Oh, God! I'm coming!" she cried, unable to help herself. The renewed 
contraction of her oily cunt sucked a few more drops of jism from Greg's 
prick. A trail of come ran down the inside of her soft thigh. 

Her mother gave a soft cry and collapsed into the arms of her father. 

Mr. Ian Redmond stood supporting his wife and glaring. His face turned the 
color of a beet. His mouth worked as he tried to form words. 

"Disgraceful!" he sputtered at last. "Revolting. My God, I can hardly 
believe it!" Nancy and Greg's mother stirred in his arms. "Slut! Harlot! 
Seducing your own brother!" 

Recovering, Mrs. Redmond stood up and ran towards the pair, still held 
together by the huge cock buried in Nancy's snatch. She began to claw at her 
daughter's naked arms. "You hussy! You harlot! You shameless whore!" 

Startled, Nancy let go of Greg's neck and fell with a thump on her 
well-padded ass. Greg's prick bent down and then snapped back up as it came 
out of her snatch, spraying the girl's face with a fragrant shower of cunt 
juice and come. 

"Oh, my poor baby," Mrs. Redmond cooed, throwing her arms around his neck. 
The boy looked dumbfounded. His slumping prick drooled jism onto his 
mother's floral print dress, but she seemed not to notice. 

Mr. Redmond marched forward to tower over his daughter. "Daddy-" she said 
weakly, looking up at him. She saw no mercy in his heavy, florid face. 

"Take her away!" her mother screamed. "Get that filthy hussy out of my 
sight!" She cradled her half-naked son against her body, as if to shield the 
boy from his sister's nakedness. 

The delicious tingle of orgasm was gone from Nancy's cunt. It had been 
replaced by a cold, curdled feeling of nausea in the pit of her stomach. 
This wasn't fun any more. 

Her father reached down and grabbed a handful of her red-gold hair. "Up," he 
commanded. The naked girl winced as she was dragged bodily to her feet. "See 
to Greg, Marion dear. I will attend personally to this depraved creature!" 
With that he turned and marched Nancy from the room, holding on painfully 
and tightly to her hair. 

Nancy managed to turn her head for a final look at her brother. Greg's eyes 
were wide and helpless as he watched his sister being led away. 

Down the hall the girl was dragged. Her father hesitated for a moment at the 
door that led into the family's two-car garage, then opened it and shoved 
his daughter inside. She stumbled, went down on all fours, skinning her 
knees. 

"Daddy?" she asked tentatively. She felt tears beginning to sting her eyes. 

The beefy man's response was a stinging slap across the cheeks. "Don't you 
dare talk to me, you slut!" he snarled. "You are a disgusting, filthy 
creature. I am going to punish you as you have never been punished before, 
and then I am going to send you somewhere they know how to deal with your 
type. Your mother and I have been far too lenient with you!" 

Like a salty flood the tears came. Nancy collapsed, barely feeling the cold 
concrete squashing her boobs and chilling her sweat-drenched skin. What was 
happening? This was all so unreal. It was like a bad dream. 

She wanted to wake up! 

Rough hands grabbed her slim wrists. She felt herself being hauled upright, 
and then something was being wound around her wrists. She opened her eyes, 
blinking them to clear away the water that flowed from them. 

Her father was tying her wrists together with a length of supple green 
garden hose. "In my day, a child was disciplined enough to stand still and 
take whatever punishment was coming to him-or her. But-ahhh! There we go. 
You won't slip that knot! But nothing like this would ever have happened in 
my day." Holding Nancy by the arms, he pulled her to the ping-pong table in 
the middle of the floor, set right beside one of the wooden uprights that 
supported the roof. 

"Imagine, fornicating in your own home! In the den! And with your brother, 
too!" He shook his head in disgust. "Seducing a boy that age into incest-how 
utterly revolting!" With a violent heave he threw the nude girl face down 
across the table. Its hard surface mat-burned her still-sensitive boobs, 
causing her to cry out. 

"Save that noise, slut," Ian Redmond advised his naked, bound daughter. "I'm 
going to give you plenty to howl about in just a moment. What would people 
say if they knew the daughter of the Superintendent of Schools had indulged 
in perverted sex acts with her own brother-no, don't bother to deny it! I 
saw the traces of dried sperm around that dirty, debased mouth of yours. 
Thank God your poor mother didn't see it!" 

He looped the long end of the hose around the square upright, then brought 
it back and tied it so that Nancy was tethered to the post. He stood and 
admired his handiwork. He seemed to be breathing heavily. 

"And now, you nasty little slut," he announced, "You are going to be 
punished for your vile acts." 

Nancy had been too stunned by the drastic turn of events to say anything 
coherent. Now she managed to put words together in a rapid stream: "Oh, 
Daddy, no! Don't hurt me! I didn't mean anything-I didn't know-I 
didn't-AAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!" 

With a resounding smack, her father's broad belt had landed across both 
snowy buttocks. Instantly the tender pale flesh welted into a puffy red line 
across her asscheeks. Nancy had barely got her breath back from her shriek 
of agony when leather whistled through air and she felt the sudden bite of 
the belt on her ass again. 

Her unclothed body jerked into the air, twisting and writhing like a spitted 
eel. "Ooooow! Noooooooooo!" she wailed as the belt caught her again, turning 
her in midair so that she fell on her side, making the table wobble. 

"No! Please, NOOOOOO!" the tortured girl cried again. Her father seemed 
oblivious to her words as he rained blows upon her vulnerable hips and butt. 

Or, rather, Nancy's pleadings seemed to be spurring her father on. His 
nostrils were flared and his eyes bloodshot as he gazed between cutting 
strokes at her nudity. Her lovely ass was a mass of swollen whip-welts, and 
so was the satiny flesh over one hip. He ran a tongue over suddenly dry 
lips, shifted his aim, and struck again. 

Nancy screamed like an air raid alert siren as the most incredible pain 
she'd ever experienced jolted through her nubile young body. The hissing 
tongue of leather had landed on her ultra-sensitive tits! 

"You don't like it, do you, bitch? It's not like having your brother's 
tongue slurping all over your soft, swelling breasts in perverted acts of 
love, is it?" 

"No," the girl moaned, crying uncontrollably. "It hurts!" 

"Of course it hurts!" Crack! went the belt. Nancy shrieked and rolled over 
onto her belly. The tabletop bruised her abused boobs. But at that, it was 
better than feeling the belt lashing at them, flaying the soft skin from 
them in a cascade of pain. "It hurts because that's all you deserve, you 
evil, degraded, slatternly wretch! And you cannot escape the pain! No matter 
how much you twist and turn your luscious, naked young body, you will feel 
the bite of my belt!" 

To emphasize his words, Ian Redmond raised his arm and brought it down still 
harder than before. With unerring accuracy it fell smack into the dark 
crevice between Nancy's upward-jutting asscheeks. 

The girl's bare ass bounced right into the air. "YeeeheeeeYYYAAAHHH!" Her 
cry was piercing and heartfelt. 

The rain of wicked, cutting belt-strokes that now fell between her asscheeks 
kept Nancy flopping and shrieking as though the ping-pong table was a hot 
griddle and she was being roasted alive. 

All the while, Mr. Redmond was moving around the table. At last he stood by 
the girl's golden-haired head. "God, what a desirable body you have," he 
husked. "I can see how you lured your brother into performing incest with 
you. Or did you suck on his penis first? Wrap those full, red lips around 
the head of his cock, suck on it till it was huge and hard and full of 
life." 

"Daddy, no, stop," Nancy whimpered. Through a haze of tears she saw his big 
hands fumbling at the level of her eyes. The tabletop was unyielding beneath 
her soft, tear-streaked cheek. 

"Suck on his swelling cock till his sperm seethed out and coursed down your 
abandoned, wanton throat? Is that what you did, slut? Or did you undress for 
him, tempt the poor boy with the fullness and invitation of your naked body? 
Did you let his hands squeeze and fondle those perfect tits? Did you stand 
before him and thrust the dark mat of your bush into his face, rub your 
pussy around and around till his mouth was smeared with its lustful sauces? 
Oh, you evil, perverted bitch!" 

The hands moved. His cock sprang out of his pants, hard as a bar of 
cold-rolled steel. Nancy felt the heat of it washing over her upper Up 
through the haze of agony that enveloped her tormented body. 

"Daddy, what-" she started to say. Quick as a skilled fencer, her father 
thrust his hips forward. 

His giant cock slid like a spear right between his daughter's parted lips. 

"Mmmmmpph!" the girl shrilled, rolling her eyes wildly. Her father threw 
back his head and gasped as the feel and flavor of meaty male cock filled 
the girl's mouth. 

"Aggghh! God! What a hot, wet mouth you have!" Redmond crowed. "Greg must 
really have loved having you suck on his prick while your tongue twirled 
around it." 

Still holding onto his belt with one hand, he grabbed Nancy's hair with the 
other and began fucking his cock in and out of the girl's flushed face. When 
the cock slid in the first time, Nancy thought her jaws would spring their 
hinges. She knew now where her baby brother had gotten his magnificent 
prick-he'd inherited it from their father! Ian Redmond's rampaging cock was 
even thicker than his son's, and at least an inch longer! 

The big man's eyes fairly bugged out of his head as his giant prick slid 
into his daughter's face without encountering the slightest resistance! 
"God, the little slut has got a deep throat!" he groaned, as the head of his 
cock slid inexorably toward Nancy's stomach. "The little bitch must have 
been practicing sucking cock for years!" 

Panting with lust, Redmond pumped his daughter's face a few strokes. Other 
than her first moan, Nancy neither moved nor spoke. After face-fucking the 
uncooperative adolescent for a whole minute, Redmond stopped with his mighty 
prick half embedded in her mouth. 

"What's the matter? Don't you like sucking me off?" he demanded. "Don't I 
taste as good as Greg-or all the other little boys?" 

Nancy only looked at him. Her tears had evaporated, leaving her numb. Her 
entire life as she had known it had somehow come crashing down in ruins. For 
her father to call her those names, tie her up and beat her so brutally-this 
was bad enough. But for him to be orally raping her, fucking her unwilling 
mouth with his greedy prick-that was unbelievable. 

One thing was certain. He wasn't going to enjoy it if Nancy could help it! 
Maybe she had been wrong to seduce her brother. But that didn't give her 
father the right to abuse her sexually! 

As if sensing her determination, her father reddened. "You damned slut!" he 
roared. "Holding out on me, are you?" Nancy gazed unspeakingly up at him. 
The log-like cock pulsated in her mouth as his heartbeat raced. There was 
fear flickering at the backs of her brown eyes, but her face was resolute. 

Redmond pushed forward with his hips. His cock slid an inch or two down his 
daughter's throat. Her tongue was coiled away at the bottom of her mouth to 
avoid coming in contact with her father's stiff prick. The muscles of her 
mouth and throat were totally relaxed. 

"Bitch!" screamed her father. "Suck me off!" 

Nancy just looked at him. 

The big man raised his arm and brought it down hard. His belt whistled 
through the air. With a crack it struck his daughter's naked back. The tip 
of the strap bit between her finely-molded asscheeks and stung her 
already-abused asshole. 

The effect was electric. Once her father got down to the business of making 
his daughter suck on his prick, she had not expected him to renew his savage 
beating. "Rrrrrmmmmppphh!" she moaned, trying to scream around the fat plug 
of cock in her mouth. 

It was her father's turn to be electrified. He had only intended to beat his 
daughter into submission, so that she would give him a good blowjob. But the 
sensations that went through his swollen cock when he hit her! That 
pain-groan of hers had felt better than anything that had happened to his 
cock for the last fifteen years. 

"I told you to give me head, and you're going to give me head!" he told the 
shivering girl. Her fear seemed to be transmitting itself in more than 
physical ways into the hard bar of his cock. Her quaking stirred the huge 
prick deliciously, but there was something ... more. It made him feel eleven 
feet tall. 

Whir-crack! went the belt. This time it slashed at an already-puffed 
buttcheek. The girl squealed this time and half-rolled. Her jaws and 
throat-muscles worked involuntarily around the thick cock. Again the belt 
snapped and cut at her tender flesh, and her tongue came out of hiding in a 
mindless attempt to give voice to a scream, release the terrible agonies 
built up in her nubile young body. 

The struggling tongue pushed against the rope-like swelling on the underside 
of her father's cock. Her saliva like wet fire set his nerves alight with 
joy. "That's right, baby," Redmond groaned. "Tongue my prick good. That's 
what I call sucking." 

Faster and faster the man whipped his supine daughter. No longer was he 
lashing at her nakedness for the sole purpose of making her thrill the prick 
in her mouth with her screams and struggles. Now it was a question which was 
turning him on more-the sucking and slurping and chewing his pain-frenzied 
daughter was giving his cock, or the sight and feel of her adolescent body 
writhing in agony under his lash. 

What a turn-on it was to see her asscheeks squirm together in an ecstasy of 
pain as he flayed them with his leather strap, and then splay apart as he 
whipped her tender thighs and made her spread them to escape the punishment. 
How delightful when she rolled frantically to her side to ease the torture 
on her buttocks, only to have her boobs assailed with the biting belt! 
Sometimes he struck at the furry triangle of her pussy, tucked between her 
flailing thighs. 

All the while Nancy was struggling hysterically to get away. She was 
scarcely aware of her father's prick being in her mouth. The agony overrode 
everything else. Her whole body was afire, and it felt as if the skin was 
being ripped from her in strips. And when the vicious tip of her father's 
belt touched her asshole or, once or twice, the vulnerable pinkness of her 
pussy lips-the attempted shriek of agony around Redmond's cock sent 
sledgehammer blows of pleasure to the base of his spine! 

Almost worse was the mental torture. This was Nancy's father-her beloved, 
loving Daddy-who was doing these awful things to her. First he had tied and 
beaten her, then stuck his cock in her mouth-and now he was whipping her to 
make her suck on it more vigorously! She could somehow sense that much of 
the incredible passion she felt growing in his body came from Ms perverse, 
sadistic delight in causing his own daughter such terrible pain and 
humiliation. 

Never flagging, the belt beat at the girl. Once she rolled completely over, 
goaded by the leather licking at tits and twat and redly-inflamed ass. The 
sensations that gave her father's prick were unbelievable! 

They both could feel his orgasm building. The rolling, sucking, chewing 
motions that completely enveloped Redmond's prick were too much for him to 
hold back the load of jism coming to a seething boil in his balls. With 
frantic thrusts of his hips he began to fuck his prick in and out of Nancy's 
twisted face. 

He's about to come ... he's about to come ... my own father is about to come 
in my mouth! The words pounded in Nancy's brain, like a counterpoint to the 
rhythmic cracking of the belt against her delicate flesh. She felt the head 
of his cock, seeming to glow with heat as it slid down her throat, swell 
from the rush of blood as her father's passion soared. The cock slid out 
again till just the flared head remained, trapped by the pearly, even teeth. 
Then it went in, every bit of it, with a decisiveness that made Nancy gasp. 
At the same instant an incredibly powerful blow struck right on the scarlet 
crevice between the demiglobes of her ass. The girl's muffled gasp turned 
into a muffled scream. 

Her father came. 

The first jet of jism seemed to go right to Nancy's stomach in a sizzling 
stream. The second coated the whole inside of her gagging, constricting 
throat. The next filled it. The fourth filled her mouth. Come began to leak 
out of her distended lips, around the girth of the fountaining cock. 

No more fucking his mammoth prick in and out of his daughter's face. Redmond 
held perfectly still as the involuntary spasming of the teenager's throat 
milked the jism from his prick. He couldn't stop coming! Then some of the 
acrid torrent got into the girl's nose, and she broke into a coughing fit. 
More incandescent sensations caressed Redmond's cock and crawled up his 
spine. 

At last the huge charge of semen and sperm stored in his nuts was exhausted. 
Still, his cock gave a half-dozen gut wrenching throbs of orgasm before 
subsiding. With a sigh, he pulled his enormous prick slowly out of his 
daughter's face. 

A cascade of jism leaked from her mouth and poured over her cheek onto the 
table. It formed a little pool against the cheek that was pressed flat on 
the ping-pong table. Nancy opened her eyes again as the cock came out with a 
small slurp. It bounced off the tabletop with a rubbery sound, and then slid 
away, as limp as the belt hanging from her father's big hand. 

A rivulet of rank come ran from the girl's nostrils. Her father's come 
filled her mouth and throat as pain filled her body. Somehow this come 
didn't taste as sweet as her brother's had. 

"Well, you gave me a good suck after all," her father commented smugly, 
stuffing his flaccid cock back in his trousers and zipping his fly. "Now I'm 
going to phone the Proctor Reform School. You're going away for a long time, 
sweetheart, and I hope they have to beat the wanton depravity out of you!" 

You stinking hypocrite! Nancy wanted to shout. "Wanton depravity" 
indeed-coming from a man who'd just tied up and orally raped his own 
teenaged daughter, while beating her black and blue. 

Her cozy, comfortable life had change irrevocably. So had her perceptions of 
the people in it-her relatives, her loved ones, the folk she cared about and 
thought cared about her. 

It was cruel to have her illusions dispelled. 

She spat to clear her mouth of the foul taste of her father's come. The big 
man went out without even closing the door. She could hear him pick up the 
phone in the bedroom down the hall, dial a number. There was a pause, and 
then she heard his voice saying, "Hello, Proctor Reform School for Girls?" 

Odd, she thought, I don't hate him. All I feel is contempt. 

Just contempt. 

Chapter Four 

"The Proctor Reform School for Girls," the severely dressed but coldly 
lovely young woman said, "is dedicated to developing an old-fashioned style 
of discipline in its students. Through our comprehensive schooling program, 
we transform unruly and wanton girls into model young ladies." 

"Good, good," Ian Redmond nodded. He glanced at his daughter. Nancy was 
sitting on the very edge of the black leather chair nearest the door. Her 
red-gold hair was pulled back into a bun. Her pretty face was taut and pale. 
She would not meet her father's gaze. "That's precisely what's needed." 

He shook his head sadly. "I don't know where we went wrong," he said. "We 
did our best to raise the girl properly. Her mother and I tried our best to 
instill in her a sense of decency and morality." He spread his hands in an 
eloquently helpless gesture. 

Nancy remembered the bite of his belt, the tightness of the bonds on her 
wrists-the plunging, meaty hardness of his cock, driving between her 
unwilling lips. You damned hypocrite, she thought. 

"We understand perfectly." Miss Proctor, headmistress of the Proctor School, 
adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her slender nose. "You and Mrs. 
Redmond must not blame yourselves. The times are at fault-these immoral, 
anarchistic times. Isn't that so, Mr. Leary?" 

She looked at the young man in a conservative three-piece suit, sitting 
beside her imposing oaken desk. "Absolutely," Leary nodded. He was bearded 
and handsome in a weak way. Miss Proctor had introduced him as assistant 
headmaster of the school. 

"I can see that the normal anguish a parent would feel at having a daughter, 
um, go wrong in this manner is increased by your being Superintendent of 
Schools," Miss Proctor intoned. 

Nancy's father got heavily to his feet. "I can see we made the right 
decision in entrusting Nancy to your care." He looked again at the girl. 
"Remember, Nancy, your mother and I are doing this for your own good. In 
time you'll thank us." 

For what? Nancy thought bitterly. For an instant she looked her father full 
in the eye, then turned away. 

Miss Proctor rose, smoothing the hem of her dress down pale smoky-nyloned 
thighs, and ushered Mr. Redmond to the door. Despite her unhappiness and 
anxiety, Nancy could not help but notice the way Leary's eyes followed the 
sway of the tall woman's hips as she walked across the room. 

"We will keep in touch with you, Mr. Redmond," the elegant headmistress was 
saying. "You will have regular reports." 

"Thank you," Redmond said. "Perhaps if you find an interest for her-too much 
idleness sits heavy on a young mind." 

"Rest assured we have taken that into account, Mr. Redmond. We have a 
special dramatics program particularly designed with that in mind." 

Redmond thanked her, nodded wordlessly to his daughter, and left. The door 
closed quietly. 

"Well, what have we here?" Miss Proctor sauntered back to lean on the edge 
of her desk. "We're in a surly mood today, aren't we?" 

Nancy didn't answer. The headmistress leaned forward, an odd light glowing 
in the back of her emerald-green eyes. "I asked you a question," she said. 

"Leave me alone." 

Effortlessly, Miss Proctor slapped the girl. Nancy reeled back in her chair, 
just managing to keep her balance. "Answer the question, you little slut," 

Miss Proctor said viciously. "And address me as Mistress. You belong to me 
now." 

Tears started from Nancy's eyes, but her face was defiant. "I won't! Leave 
me alone!" 

"Need a hand with the little bitch?" Leary asked, rising. 

Miss Proctor froze her assistant with a haughty glance. 

"That'll be the day-when I need your help with the likes of her!" Leary fell 
back into the chair. The headmistress turned back to the girl, sitting 
stiff-backed but shaking on the edge of her chair. Her perfect patrician 
features were tight with fury. 

"You have been brought here to be disciplined, young lady," she said. "Do 
you understand what that means." 

Nancy nodded. 

Miss Proctor slapped her. The red palm-print on her cheeks seemed to burn 
when she felt it gingerly with her fingers. "No you don't." She stood up. 
"You don't have the slightest notion of the brand of discipline we enforce 
here at the Proctor Reform School for Girls." 

She turned to a cabinet set in the dark-paneled wall. "But you will now find 
out," she said over her shoulder, and faced Nancy again. The teenager 
gasped. 

Miss Proctor was holding a whip. 

Leary shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Your first lesson begins 
immediately," the headmistress said to Nancy. "Discipline means total 
submission to the wishes of those above you. And it means painful punishment 
for disobedience!" 

To punctuate her words, Miss Proctor swung the six-foot length of braided 
black leather. Nancy's lips peeled back for a scream of agony, and then 
froze. Delicately, the tip of the whip had flicked across the front of 
Nancy's swelling boobs. The girl had scarcely felt it. 

But a long tear now ran across the front of the girl's white summerweight 
blouse. The lacy fabric of a bra showed through the tear, and a hint of pink 
flesh. "You see?" Miss Proctor smiled. "Your first lesson: fear. If you 
learn to be afraid, you will be far better off, young lady." 

Again the whip licked through the air. A rip appeared in the blouse, 
slanting down across the other. Quick as a snake, Miss Proctor struck two 
more times, and Nancy's blouse lay in tatters around her shoulders. Aside 
from the quivering of her tits to the rhythm of her tightly-controlled 
breathing, Nancy didn't move. Her face held no color. 

This isn't so bad, she thought. She's just trying to terrorize me. She won't 
hurt me-she wouldn't dare! There are laws against things like that. 

As if reading her young charge's mind, Miss Proctor smiled with feline 
cruelty. Without warning the whip lashed out from the floor where its black 
length rested. 

Nancy Redmond shrieked in agony as incandescent pain shot through her boobs. 
With one wicked stroke the black snake cut away the twin cups of her bra, 
stinging the soft titflesh beneath like a scorpion. 

The girl leaned far over to one side of her chair, mouth working. Her mind 
reeled in a red haze of pain. Could this really be happening? 

Whistle-crack! Like a talon the tip of the whip raked her sensitive bare 
boobs. She screamed again, clutching protectively at her jugs. Before her 
hands closed over her tits, they felt Miss Proctor's whip a third time. 

Bent over in her chair, stomach twisting with nausea, Nancy felt gingerly at 
her tortured tits. The flesh seemed unbroken, though her nipples burned as 
though afire. She could feel the puffiness of welts crossing the soft, snowy 
tips of her ample boobs. The touch of her hands sent agony thrilling through 
her ribcage, but Nancy did not dare remove them, for fear Miss Proctor would 
hit her jugs again. 

This was terrible! Compared to the torture of having Miss Proctor expertly 
and sadistically flog her bared tits, the brutal lashing her father had 
given Nancy with his belt was almost deliciously mild. The luxurious deep 
carpet seemed to swim in patterns of russet and black before her eyes and 
her breath came in panting heaves. 

The whip played restlessly across the rich carpet as if seeking a new 
victim. "Stand up," Miss Proctor commanded. Nancy ignored her, staring at 
the floor. Leary, leaning back in his chair and licking his lips, had lit a 
cigarette and was puffing furiously. 

This time the whip was silent till it stroked agony along? Nancy's right 
thigh. She jumped to her feet. The fabric of her knee-length skirt was torn, 
baring the pale, pain-throbbing skin of her leg. 

"What are you doing?" she screamed through a curtain of tears. "Why are you 
hurting me? Why are you doing this?" 

For answer Miss Proctor flicked the whip again. Nancy cringed away with a 
squeal of terror. But instead of stinging, it ghosted softly across her 
belly, light as a feather's touch. 

"I'm merely doing what your father brought you here to have done to 
you-teaching you discipline." The full lips smiled. "Of course, he did not 
know precisely how we do things here at the school, but what he doesn't 
know, as they say, won't hurt him." 

Suddenly the catlike smile went away. "I have told you once always to 
address me as Mistress, slut," she told the cowering, half-naked girl. "I 
won't tell you again." 

Nancy screamed as the blacksnake slashed her ass. She felt cool air wash 
over her burning asscheeks through a tear that seemed to cut through dress 
and panties alike. She half-turned, her arms folded protectively over her 
jugs. The next time the whip struck it molded itself almost lovingly into a 
half-circle around her hips and lush, firm buttocks. 

As Miss Proctor methodically stripped the clothes from Nancy's quivering 
body, it drew a flaming tracery of welts on her delicate ass, her upper 
thighs, the soft flesh around the furry triangle of her twat. Like a crazed 
marionette the girl danced, squealing in pain and fear, as she was exposed 
to the lusting gaze of Mr. Leary and the unnatural attentions of the 
headmistress. 

A pistol-shot crack of the whip along her side made Nancy turn in a frenzy 
from her tormentor, bending over to catch the breath the cruel stroke had 
driven from her lungs. The crack of her tortured ass smiled open, the 
toast-brown fur of her pussy tufting beneath. With malicious precision, Miss 
Proctor brought the six-foot whip slithering over the carpet, then slashing 
up to lick like an acid tongue at Nancy's vulnerable cunt. 

Pain exploded in the girl's pussy. The lash seemed to tear the frilly pink 
pussy lips away from her tightly-shut gash. She howled like a lost soul and 
collapsed. 

Soft footsteps on the carpet and Miss Proctor stood over the huddled, 
sobbing form. Her lush lips smiled as her eyes took in the flesh that showed 
through the tattered rags that were all that remained of her victim's 
clothes: white and pulsing scarlet. "That's your first lesson, you little 
bitch," she said, each word falling like the lash of the blacksnake. "Now 
it's time for your second." 

Her red hair tossed as she turned her head to Leary. "Your turn," she said. 
"Be rough with her." 

Grinning with anticipation, Leary rose and paced across to his superior's 
broad desk. He pressed a buzzer. The tang of aroused pussy seeped into 
Nancy's nostrils, its pungency reaching her brain through the fog of agony, 
shame and despair, which lay over her like a blanket. 

The evil bitch! the girl thought, and balled a little tighter into the fetal 
position, arms wrapped around her knees. She got turned on, whipping me like 
that. Despite her pain and the horror of her situation, Nancy's stomach 
twisted a little with revulsion. 

Miss Proctor had gone back to the chair behind her desk. She sat with the 
whip coiled like a serpent in her lap, as if she derived some sexual 
pleasure from the feel of its hardness on her skirted thighs. Leary had 
taken her place looming over the girl. Nancy heard the deliberate whir as he 
unzipped his pants, which fell with a soft rustle beside her head. She 
moaned and buried her face in the deep carpet. 

The door opened. More footsteps came into the room. Nancy felt herself 
grabbed under the armpits, and then she was being hauled to her feet. 

She tried to struggle but the strength had left her body. Her head hung 
listlessly, her glorious golden-amber hair falling onto her naked tits. Then 
she took a sidelong glance at the new arrivals, and stiffened. 

Pinioning her arms were two teenaged girls no older than herself! 

To Nancy's right was a petite girl with jugs like melons that threatened to 
burst through the straining fabric of a tan workshirt tied up to leave her 
belly bare. To her left was a willowy blonde in slacks and a tee shirt. Her 
boobs were small and cone-shaped, and the nipples struck out like 
arrowheads. 

"What are you doing? Why are you helping them?" she yelled, tossing her head 
from side to side. 

The smaller girl laughed and shook midnight hair from her forehead, where it 
hung low in bangs. "Don't worry, sister, it's just an initiation. We all 
have to go through it." 

"You wouldn't expect us to let you get out of something we had to take," the 
blonde said. 

Surprisingly strong arms propelled Nancy forward toward the oaken desk. She 
dug in her heels, but it did no good. The two girls dragged her resistlessly 
forward. 

The edge of the desk cut into Nancy's bare belly. Then she was being bent 
forward, down. Her tits swung down so that the shiny hardwood touched them 
with a cool kiss. Then the pillowy jugs flattened as the girl's weight came 
onto them. 

Nancy's ass was sticking up in the air, naked and vulnerable. She felt more 
than heard Mr. Leary position himself behind her. A wave of heat from his 
rigid cock washed over her upturned butt. A beginning of fear tickled in the 
base of Nancy's throat as she guessed what was in store for her. The desktop 
burned her cheek as she tried to twist her face back to see what was 
happening behind her. 

The blonde and brunette walked around the desk, pulling Nancy's arms so that 
she was stretched taut over the desk. "All right, Mr. Leary," the blonde 
girl said. "Ream her out." 

The rubbery hardness of Leary's cock probed into the widely-splayed crack 
between Nancy's whip-reddened asscheeks. The air ripped from her lungs in a 
fearful scream. 

He was going to buttfuck her. Without lubricating his cock! 

As the tip of the stiff prick poked Nancy's butt once more she turned her 
face forward, toward Miss Proctor, toward the pair holding her in position 
for her further degradation. She saw no pity on any face. Miss Proctor's 
cold and lovely features held an expression of lust and exultation. The 
faces of the girls holding Nancy were tense with anticipation. The brunette 
licked her lips with a small coral tongue. 

With his cock nestled between the once-snowy mounds of Nancy's ass, Leary 
paused to take a cigarette from the pack in the breast pocket of the shirt 
he was still wearing and light it Then he put his hands on the demiglobes of 
assflesh. Gently, firmly, he began to pull them apart. 

The touch of his hands on her beaten ass felt as though the palms were 
coated with acid, but Nancy barely noticed the pain for the fear that 
gripped her. Despite the contraction of every muscle in her luscious body, 
her asshole was opening to the pressure of Leary's hands. Already the tip of 
his prick fit into the hole like a ball in a cup. Another few seconds and 
the unlubricated cock would be inside her helpless poop-chute. 

And from the size of the cock-head pressing like a wedge into her dilating 
asshole, Leary's prick was big enough to rip her apart! 

She lifted her face. The desk was unyielding beneath her chin and her neck 
muscles cracked. "You can't let him do this!" she implored Miss Proctor. She 
felt the pressure of the cockhead forcing open her asshole, forging its way 
into her forbidden, bone-dry poop-chute. "It's rape-it's against the law!" 

Miss Proctor smiled cruelly. 

"But you can't-my father-AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" 

With a mighty grunt of effort Leary crammed the swollen glans of his prick 
into the reluctant opening. A ring of flesh clamped behind the flaring 
cockhead. Delightful sensation flooded into his balls. 

The pain was intense. "Oh, it's huge-soooo huge!" the naked captive sobbed. 
"It's going to tear me apart-get it oooooouuuut!" 

"That's only the tip of the iceberg, sweetheart," the little black-haired 
girl said tauntingly. "Wait till you feel the rest of his nine inches!" She 
shivered as if in remembrance of pleasure and pain. 

Quivering with lust and tension, Leary's magnificent prick began to slide 
into Nancy's ass. Or rather, rasp into the girl's bottom; the dry-walled 
channel resisted furiously, so that both its interior and Leary's cock were 
grated ruthlessly. "That's the way," the lean man groaned. He blew smoke 
into the air. "Just keep fighting me. The more you fight it, the snugger the 
fit will be on my cock!" 

He looked down. Ash fell like grey snow on the perfectly-molded demiglobes 
of Nancy's ass. 

Behind, the thickness of his cock looked like a fat brown tail growing from 
between. His fingers made depressions on the outsides of the matching butt 
cheeks, and his thumbs pressed in the walls of the crevice of the girl's 
ass. His own stomach was flattened from exertion, and as he watched his 
rock-hard cock diminished before his very eyes. 

Nancy's captors were breathing heavily now, but Miss Proctor was aloof and 
cool as a statue of ice. Two spots of color on her high cheekbones matched 
the carmine of her lips. Otherwise, only the cruel lewdness of her smile 
showed any sign she was reacting to the painful, carnal scene being played 
out on the desk in front of her. 

Farther and farther went the cock up Nancy's ass. Grinding pain filled her 
butt-her whole body. The surface of Leary's prick seemed as harsh as a 
cheese grater, shredding the sensitive lining of her rectum. 

"Stop," she choked out through teeth gritted against the intense, 
unrelenting agony. "Please stop! You're hurting me. You're ruining me! My 
asshole is going to rip wide open any minute! STOP!" 

"Your butt's not going to burst," the tall blonde breathed. "Just feels that 
way. Ooh, that Leary fucks butts so good!" She rolled her hips, kneading the 
fabric-clad bun of her cunt against the edge of the desk. 

"That's right," the smaller girl agreed. Her eyes seemed glued to the 
milk-white ass and the mammoth cock driving slowly into it. "Just relax, 
baby. Relax and enjoy it." 

Relax and enjoy it! Nancy thought. How could anyone enjoy such dreadful 
torment? How could anyone enjoy watching it-or inflicting it? She knew that 
her narrow ass channel fit around Leary's big prick more tightly than the 
tightest of cunts, and that its manic grip would fill his prick with 
unbelievable sensation. But he seemed to be getting as much of a turn-on 
from watching her writhe and hearing her moan, knowing Nancy was in agony 
and he was causing it, as from having his anally-buried cock crushed by her 
unwilling ass. He was a sadist! 

In and in. 

In and in. Pain like barbed wire being pushed up her butt, rending, 
tearing-the most brutal, painful, intimate invasion of her tender young body 
possible. Through it all a sudden, clear thought cut. 

Gwen and Owen. 

Gwen had taken Owen's hard cock up her ass, and she had seemed to love it. 
Nancy didn't think Gwen was a masochist. Of course, Owen's prick was nowhere 
the size of Leary's elephantine cock, and it had been well greased with the 
sweet oils of his girl friend's pussy. But Nancy would try. With a 
deliberate effort of will that made sweat start on her forehead, Nancy 
forced her muscles to relax. Her asshole ceased its struggle to resist the 
onslaught of Leary's prick. 

Leary gasped as his cock went into Nancy's rump to the hilt. His balls 
slapped loosely against the downturned mouth of the girl's pussy. His hands 
clenched convulsively at the full, ripe assflesh they held. 

Despite her new resolve, Nancy shrieked. God, it was terrible. It was as if 
an entire telephone pole-an old, dry, splintery telephone pole-had been 
driven up her ass. The inflated tip of Leary's cock seemed to pulse and 
throb somewhere in her belly. The valley between her buttocks was drawn 
almost flat from the asscheeks being wedged apart. And the whole unbearable 
length of her assailant's cock seemed to burn her bowels like a red-hot 
iron! 

Slowly the giant prick began to draw out. Nancy gasped. The pain was too 
great for her to find her voice. The suction was threatening to suck her 
guts inside out as the fat cock withdrew. White heat of friction seared the 
whole length of her ass channel. 

One word hammered in Nancy's brain: relax, relax, relax! That was her only 
hope. Her one chance of diminishing the unbearable agony-of surviving this 
terrible, humiliating experience. 

She opened her eyes. Leary's cock slid from her anus as though surfaced with 
a million tiny fishhooks, shredding her membranes as it went. A few beads of 
sweat had appeared on Miss Proctor's fine upper hp. 

The brunette moaned with passion. One hand let go of Nancy's arm to massage 
her crotch. The blonde was grinding her pussy mindlessly against the 
headmistress' desk. 

Relax! The sight of the three females strengthened Nancy's determination. 
They would not be able to get their perverted rocks off watching her squirm. 

If her pain was their pleasure, she was going to make herself enjoy being 
fucked up the ass! 

The shaft of Leary's prick was back in the open air. Only the cockhead was 
still trapped in Nancy's asshole. It was a temporary respite, despite the 
burning agony pulsing up and down the torn-feeling passage of her butt. 

The pressure started again. Relax! Nancy gritted her teeth. 

The entry of the cock was much easier this time. Because its girth was 
rasping along nerve-ends already rubbed raw by the massive cock, it was no 
less painful than the first time it went up Nancy's butt. But it was 
quicker, over with sooner. 

With barely a pause to feel the whole tremendous length of his cock being 
squeezed by Nancy's poop-chute, Leary pulled it back. It moved easily, 
almost freely. The man muttered disappointment. It was neither as snug or as 
emotionally satisfying now that the girl wasn't resisting. He drew out till 
once again just the head of his prick was up his victim's butt, then rammed 
it back home with brutal force, hoping to elicit squeals of agony. 

Instead he heard a moan of pleasure? 

The constant message Nancy was forcing through her mind, to relax, enjoy, 
deprive her torturers of their sadistic joy, had finally had effect. She 
felt the delicious seep of juices deep within her pussy. And, though it 
still hurt monumentally, the intrusion of Leary's stiff cock sent a jolt of 
pleasure lancing through Nancy's almost-nude body! 

Rhythmically, Leary began to fuck his prick in and out of the now-willing 
girl's ass. To his surprise, she began to roll her hips, churning her firm 
buttocks around and around the plunging cock. She was fucking him back, as 
abandonedly as he was fucking her butt! 

But this was supposed to be rape! Well, what the hell. The fabulous motion 
of her butt cheeks around his rigid prick felt even better than the pressure 
he felt when she was trying to keep his cock out of her ass! 

No longer was it taking a conscious act of will for Nancy's asshole to 
swallow Leary's prick. Every stroke in and out sent pain crackling up the 
girl's back. But now it was only an edge to the sweet pleasure thrilling her 
every nerve. This was fucking-hard, fast, furious! She knew now what Gwen 
had felt with Owen pumping his cock in and out of her plump, saucy butt. She 
knew now why the look of ecstasy had transfigured her friend's features. 

It was heaven with a taste of hell, a more intense experience than anything 
she'd ever known. Somehow the pain acted like a catalyst on the pleasure, 
and the resulting bliss threatened to drive Nancy mad. 

"Keep it up!" she howled, cheek once more pressed to the wooden surface. 
"Keep fucking me hard. Hurt me, hurt me good! Fuck my butt till I die!" 

Leary knew he couldn't hold off his orgasm much longer. It felt as though 
he'd fucked his cock into a hot, dry blender. He wasn't sure when he finally 
spent his lust in a surge of jism that he'd pull anything but a charred nub 
of his mighty cock from that pumping, bucking butt-but he didn't care! What 
a fuck this chick was giving him! 

The brunette and the blonde were almost beside themselves. They didn't mind 
that Nancy wasn't hurting anymore. Their libidos seemed almost in communion 
with hers, and her ecstasy was thrilling them to the depths of their sopping 
pussies. Only Miss Proctor was not in the grip of raging lust. She looked 
on, faint approval beginning to color her expression. 

Nancy felt the delicious warning tingle deep in her cunt. Her pussy was 
awash with cunt sauce. The fragrant stuff ran from the slack pussy lips into 
the red-gold fur of her muff. She was going to come as she had never come 
before. 

"Blow it off!" she begged. "Let your wad off up my ass! I want to feel your 
jism burning my rectum, feel it run out my poor asshole! Come in my butt!" 

Leary was close, so close. His balls made slapping sounds, wet now, as they 
bounced off the girl's cunt with every forward thrust of his cock. His 
cigarette had burned almost to his lips, but he was scarcely aware of it. 
All he was aware of was his growing need to come. 

It hit Nancy first. Her nipples were hard and hot, seeming to drill into the 
cool desktop. The cock plunging madly in and out of her butt was generating 
an erotic electricity that filled the room. Then Leary fucked into her, all 
the way, balls-deep in Nancy's ass. 

Nancy came. 

Her wild cry of delight was the first warning Leary had. Then her whole body 
seemed to go mad. Her belly made a sucking noise as it came off the desk. 
Her tits were squashed flatter still as she ground her ass against Leary's 
hairy crotch, impaling herself on that unyielding bar of cock. All her 
senses were ablaze with joy, and her body thrummed like a plucked bowstring 
as her every muscle tightened and loosened, tightened and loosened. 

Leary felt the pressure in his balls grow unbearable. He had to blow off his 
come. He had to fill that seething ass channel with his entire load of 
sperm. 

Nancy was gobbling and gasping as her lust spent itself in a fury of orgasm. 
Soft cries from the brunette and a strangled noise from the blonde, whose 
head was thrown back on its long graceful neck and whose hair was streaming 
down her back, showed they were coming too, brought off by the sight and the 
sound and the smell of the helpless girl being ass-raped and coming to 
climax from it. Nancy's soft butt cheeks turned to rock beneath Leary's 
hands as orgasm clamped them tight around the invading pole of prick. 

Then his body was trembling with the urgency of need. He had to come! But 
there was something missing. 

Panting, he puffed till the coal end of his much-shortened cigarette glowed 
red. Nancy's cunt drooled fragrance down her legs as she sighed and came and 
fucked herself to frenzy on his huge cock. The ember of the cigarette seemed 
to be reflected in Miss Proctor's big green eyes. 

Deliberately, Leary took the stub from his mouth. He brought it down toward 
the churning, perfect ass his cock was driven into. The coal touched white 
flesh. Leary stubbed the cigarette out on Nancy's left buttock, and came 
with a long groan of delight. 

Nancy's hideous shriek blended with Miss Proctor's wail of pleasure. Miss 
Proctor was coming, at the very instant the fiery cigarette tip destroyed 
Nancy's climax. 

The smell of cunt juice mingled with the smell of the come bubbling out of 
Nancy's asshole, around the still-pumping cock-and the slight stench of 
singed flesh. 

Chapter Five 

"Come along," the blonde girl said, and turned away from the door. For a 
moment Nancy sat on the bed, looking after her with empty eyes. 

A girl lying on a top bunk across the room rolled over on her side and 
grinned down at Nancy. "Better get a move on," she grinned. "From the way 
you looked when you came in, you've already had a taste of what they do to 
people who make them mad." 

Hesitantly, Nancy stood up, pulling down the hem of the tee shirt she'd put 
on to replace her ruined clothes. Her hand brushed her ass, and she winced. 

The other girl nodded knowingly. "Oh, so Leary pulled his 
stubbing-his-cigarette-out-on-your-ass trick, huh?" Nancy nodded. "Yeah, he 
gets to cornhole all the new arrivals. Sometimes he likes to, uh, sort of 
embellish it a little." 

Nancy gave herself a reflexive once-over in a full-length mirror set in the 
wall. A good shower had washed away all visible traces of the pain and 
degradation she'd undergone that afternoon. With her golden-red hair shining 
to her shoulders, her voluptuous young body naked beneath the white tee 
shirt and shorts, she looked like any other pretty, healthy American 
adolescent girl. Except for a slightly haunted look to her huge amber eyes. 

At the door she paused and turned back. "What is this I'm supposed to go 
to?" she asked. "Somebody told me it's some kind of dramatic presentation, 
but I haven't rehearsed or anything." 

The other girl turned toward the wall. "Oh, you don't need any rehearsing," 
she said in a muffled voice. "You'll know what to do when the time comes." 

It was late dusk on the Proctor Reform School campus-or compound, which was 
more what it looked like to the young girl as she walked toward the theater 
building. The dorm, which housed the forty or so inmates of the school faced 
the administration and classroom building across a graded and graveled road. 
At the end of the road, away from the city lights spreading out below the 
ridge on which the school was built, was the theater, which for some reason 
was larger than the classroom building. Surrounding the whole thing was an 
eight foot wire fence, which rumor said was electrified I wouldn't put it 
past the bastards, Nancy thought. She was a prisoner here, as much a 
prisoner as though she were in the state pen-with one difference: she had no 
rights at all. As Miss Proctor and her brutal sideburned henchman Mr. Leary 
had proven that afternoon, she was little better than property. 

There were a few cars parked by the front entrance to the theater, which 
puzzled Nancy. The girls at Proctor were not allowed cars-they weren't even 
allowed off the grounds. The mystery unresolved, she went around to the back 
and in through the entrance she'd been told to take. 

A dim flight of stairs led her down to a corridor floored with white and 
green tiles. She walked down the corridor, paused at a closed door at the 
end. Report to the Green Room, she had been told. She opened the door and 
stepped inside, blinking at the bright light that filled the room. 

"It took you long enough," the tall blonde said languidly. She lay on a 
couch to one side. "We'll overlook it-this time." 

She stood up. Nancy felt a surge of panic as the taller girl approached her. 
"Out the far door, down the hall, go into the first open cubicle on the 
left, and take off all your clothes. Someone will come for you when it's 
time." 

"Take off all my clothes? What are you talking about?" 

The blonde took another step toward Nancy. "You're not going to be 
uncooperative, are you?" she asked pleasantly. "I wish you would, though. 
Maybe Miss Proctor would let me play with you, instead of that bitch-" 

Nancy didn't hear the rest. She flew out the door and into the indicated 
cubicle as though it was the safest of havens. 

A low bench, a sink, and a full-length mirror were all the furnishings in 
the room. The door wouldn't lock, to Nancy's dismay. The look in the 
blonde's blue eyes made her cold even to think about. 

Slowly, she began to undress herself. Her every fiber revolted against 
acting in dumb obedience, but what choice did she have? Walking still caused 
pains to shoot through her violated asshole. 

She had no choice. 

She skinned the thin shirt off over her head. Her ample tits bobbled free. 
Her sandals she kicked into a corner, and then she unzipped her shorts and 
slid them gingerly off her hips, down her long tapering thighs. Despite her 
care, she felt a twinge of pain as the shorts rubbed the burn on her ass. 

The teenager stood and surveyed her nakedness in the mirror. So much had 
happened in the last-was it no more than twenty-four hours? A little more 
perhaps. Only yesterday afternoon she had stumbled home from watching Owen 
and Gwen's forbidden fucking, to find her brother Greg, jacking off that 
magnificent prick of his. 

It wouldn't do to remember all that. A mist of tears fell like a gauze 
curtain between her eyes and the reflected image of her nude body. She 
blinked her eyes clear. How could all this have happened? All her hopes and 
dreams had come crashing down around her. Her love once had betrayed her in 
obscene ways she could never have imagined. And now she was hopelessly 
trapped, forced to choose between torture-and possible disfigurement, she 
reminded herself, turning to look at the angry red mark left by Leary's 
cigarette-and submitting to the bizarre lusts of the headmistress and her 
sadistic assistant. 

Her eyes roved over the image of her supple, naked body. Her breasts were 
far fuller than most girl's, but as firm and taut as ripe fruit. Her belly 
was a gentle dome, curving down to a neat triangle of golden pussy fur 
couched between satin-skinned thighs. She half-turned, and her asscheeks 
were perfect alabaster globes, marred only by the mark Leary had branded her 
with. She was a beautiful girl, she knew. 

A strange determination came over Nancy Redmond. She would survive her 
ordeal here at Proctor Reform School, and she would somehow escape. And 
then, she would get her own back. With interest "You ready?" Nancy jumped 
and turned. She hadn't even heard the door open. A girl of about her own 
height stood there, a pretty, slender adolescent with small tits that seemed 
to stare at Nancy with the brown eyes of their nipples, which hardened under 
Nancy's gaze. 

What was going on here? In spite of her experiences since being brought to 
the school, Nancy was unprepared for the sight of the new girl's costume. 
She wore a leather vest open at the front, a leather skirt that didn't even 
come to the bottom of her pert ass, and high, shiny boots. A thin rope was 
coiled at her waist. Other than that, she was stark naked. Her pale flesh 
contrasted sharply with the darkness of the leather. 

The strangely-dressed-or undressed-girl tossed short brown hair out of her 
eyes. "Come on," she said. "We haven't got all night." 

Dumbly, Nancy followed the girl down a short hallway to a flight of stairs 
leading upwards. Her abbreviated skirt tended to ride up her well-rounded 
butt as she walked, and Nancy could see she was naked beneath. They mounted 
the stairs. A slice of brown-tufted pussy peeked at Nancy from between her 
guide's creamy butt cheeks as they climbed. 

At the top, Nancy found herself in the wings of a wooden floored stage. 
Sounds came from the theater, as if the house held an audience. "What am I 
supposed to do?" Nancy whispered urgently. 

The other girl had pulled the rope from her waist and was tying a noose. 
"Just do what comes naturally," she grinned, and flipped the noose over 
Nancy's head. 

Before Nancy could react, the rope was taut and the girl was dragging her 
toward the glare of the stagelights. Off-balance and choking, it was all the 
naked adolescent could do to keep from going down on all fours on the bare 
hardwood floor. 

The bright lights had warmed the planking of the stage. Half stooped over, 
frightened half to death, Nancy blinked into the dazzle. She heard sounds, 
excited eager sounds, and then vision returned. 

She screamed. 

The auditorium was small, but it was well-filled. At least thirty men sat in 
the folding seats, applauding the spectacle of a nude girl dragged onstage 
by a rope. 

Instinctively, the captive tried to flee. The tightening rope cut off her 
wind and brought up short, gasping and clawing at it with frantic fingers. 
She broke a nail. The momentary pang of pain went unnoticed amidst boiling 
currents of fear, humiliation, astonishment. 

They were watching her-raping her with their lustful gazes. They were 
measuring the swell of her tits, taking in the fleecy softness of her cunt, 
commenting to one another on the way her boobs and ass juggled as she moved 
and the sweat gleamed all over her bare body. 

For some reason she was excruciatingly conscious of the burn on her butt. 
The thought of all these men staring at the mark was more embarrassing than 
anything else. What would they think? 

"On your knees, slut!" The harsh words came out of nowhere. Nancy heard them 
without comprehending their meaning. Then a sudden tug on her leash brought 
her to her knees with a painful thud. 

"You are an undisciplined bitch," the leather girl's voice declared. Nancy 
shook her hair from her eyes. Her tormentor was standing in a dazzle of 
floodlights. Her thickly thatched cunt bush swam in midair two feet from 
Nancy's nose. The captive could smell the odor of the brown-haired wench's 
cunt. 

"You are here to learn the meaning of discipline and obedience. You will 
learn to obey. Do you understand?" 

Nancy shook her head. Her mouth formed the word no over and over, but no 
sound came out. 

She crawled away, expecting the impact of a whip for her show of defiance. 
Instead, the other girl laughed and clapped her hands. Then with a savage 
jerk on the rope, she forced Nancy forward, so that she was crawling on all 
fours with her bounteous tits swinging freely beneath her. 

Bare feet slapped against the planking. A weight came down on Nancy's back, 
and then two more girls, dressed like the first, knelt beside her and belted 
a thick strap across her belly. To Nancy's momentary relief, one of them 
then loosened the rope around her neck and pulled it off over her head. But 
then one girl grabbed a handful of her gleaming hair and pulled it cruelly 
tight, while the other fitted some kind of harness over Nancy's face. It 
smelled of leather and oil. 

Something was being pressed against her lips. She shook her head, heedless 
of the pain from her pulled hair. Then a hand pinched her nose, and in a 
moment she had to open her mouth to breathe. A round bar of cold metal 
clinked between her teeth, and the harness was strapped tight behind her 
head. The two girls leapt up and ran off, hair flying, tits bouncing 
abandonedly. 

Nancy knew then what she was wearing. A saddle and a miniature bit. They'd 
made an animal out of her, a naked animal to be used and abused for the 
sexual pleasure of her captors and the heavy-breathing audience. She knew 
with sick certainty what was coming next. A ball of ice formed in her 
stomach. 

The crowd went wild. Nancy glanced up, and almost lost control despite 
herself. 

The tiny, but big-titted, brunette who had helped hold her had strutted on 
stage. She was dressed in a black hunt cap, high black boots-and no more, 
except the glistening coat of sweat that covered her ivory-white body. She 
held a riding whip in a small hand. Shiny silver spurs jingled at her heels. 
Panicking, Nancy tried to spit out the bit. It stayed put, filling her mouth 
with the flavor of metal and oil. 

Purposefully, the black-haired girl strode to Nancy's side. The saddled 
teenager tried to get to her feet. With a lithe bound the brunette straddled 
her. Nancy collapsed heavily onto her elbows. 

The girl dug her spurs into Nancy's bare sides. 

The audience howled approval. Nancy squealed in pain and fell forward. The 
combined weight of her body and the smaller girl's squashed her tits 
painfully against the unyielding floor. 

"Get up!" the rider commanded,, Nancy lay unmoving. The girl yanked on the 
reins attached to the bit in Nancy's mouth. The metal tugged at the corners 
of her mouth painfully, but still Nancy refused to budge. It was just too 
much. There was only so much degradation she could be forced to endure. 

The girl astride Nancy's back turned and smiled evilly at the audience. Then 
she turned and brought her riding crop whistling down between Nancy's 
upturned asscheeks. 

" Yeeeeee AAAAAHHHHH!" Nancy shrieked. With a sudden surge of energy she 
pushed up from the floor, rearing upright, trying to dislodge her tormentor. 
The other girl hung on gamely, clamping her knees against Nancy's bare 
sides. 

Hands balled into fists, Nancy struck at the other girl. She heard the 
smack! of her hand on bare flesh. The brunette cried out and lashed Nancy 
viciously across the tits. 

Her nipples stung as if they were afire. Perversely, they hardened, as if 
the searing pain was turning Nancy on. She tried to grab the girl, who 
braced her feet in the stirrups and leaned forward. She brought the crop 
down again. 

With unerring accuracy the whip came down between Nancy's quivering thighs. 
It bit right into the cleft between the lips of her pussy, smashing down on 
her ultrasensitive clit with smashing force. "GOD!" Nancy cried, and 
collapsed again. 

"You won't try that again, will you?" the girl in the peaked black hair 
demanded. The whip cracked against a gleaming asscheek. Nancy convulsed, 
squealing. "Will you?" 

"N-no." 

Her buttcheeks tightened to the sound of the riding crop cutting air. This 
time the stroke landed on the brand Leary had given her earlier. "Ngahhh!" 
Nancy gasped. 

"Get up," the rider ordered. Nancy yelped as her hips were raked by the 
girl's spurs. She tried to get her arms under her. She wasn't quick enough 
for the girl, who laid a stinging hail of blows on Nancy's tender rump. 

Aching all over, Nancy finally struggled to her hands and knees. Every man 
in the audience was staring at her. She could feel their lustful gazes 
boring into her. She could hear the small rustling noises they made as they 
shifted in their seats, squirming from horniness. What a show! The sight of 
a naked girl being whipped, abused, and dominated by another was more 
nerve-grindingly erotic than anything any of them had even dreamed of. 

And the show had just begun! 

A drop of something wet and damp crawled from the edge of the saddle down 
Nancy's side. Blood, she thought, I'm bleeding. Then an all-too-familiar 
smell reached her nostrils. The aroma of hungry, randy, drooling cunt. Her 
tormentor was getting every bit as horny as the men in the audience. 

The lightest flick of whip-tip on bare butt stirred Nancy into motion. On 
hands and knees she walked around the stage, steered by the bit in her 
mouth, urged by whip and spurs when she faltered. Her knees ached terribly 
and her arms shook, but she allowed herself to be put through her paces 
obediently as a trained spaniel. She couldn't take any more pain. 

"Good girl," her rider nodded approvingly. The crop slid down her side and 
began to caress a pendulous jug. "Are you ready to obey my every command." 

"Yes." 

The whip jabbed Nancy's tit. "Louder." 

"YES!" Tears streamed freely down Nancy's cheeks. Would this never end. 

A brief sensation of floating took her by surprise. The smaller girl had 
dismounted! Washer stint over? She felt fingers fumbling at the back of her 
neck, and relief washed over her as the bit was eased from between her 
swollen lips and the halter was allowed to hang loose around her neck. Yes! 
She was free. The ordeal was over. 

With a plop! the smaller girl's saucy buttocks hit the floorboards. Her 
fishpale thighs parted and a blast of rank odor from her hot cunt hit Nancy 
in the face. "All right then, bitch. Eat my pussy!" 

Nancy's stomach turned over. "No!" she gasped in revulsion. 

The brunette grabbed the dangling bridle. She threw her booted legs over 
Nancy's shoulders and pulled the girl's unwilling face full into the midst 
of her steaming cunt! 

Nancy shut her eyes as a damp mat of pussy fur clamped over her nose and 
mouth. The reek of cunt was overpowering. The feel of the rough, bristly 
pubic hairs, slimed and oily with the juices of the girl's cunt, made her 
sick to the core of her very being. She squirmed her hips around. The 
sopping lips of her pussy opened, smearing a pungent kiss over Nancy's 
tightly-shut lips The onlookers sat forward in their seats. Thirty flies 
were strained to the breaking points by raging hard-ons. "Tongue me out!" 
the rider cried. "Shove your tongue up my twat! Pleasure me-or I'll hurt 
you!" 

To emphasize her words she dug at Nancy's shoulders with her spurs. Nancy 
started to open her mouth in dumb obedience. The brunette ground her splayed 
cunt against Nancy's face, and cunt juice filled her nose. She gagged. 

The riding crop bit a well-padded hip. Nancy opened her mouth in a cry of 
pain. Instantly, her mouth was filled with squirming, slimy, reeking pussy 
lips. 

Nancy wagged her head, trying to get the nauseating flaps of pussy flesh out 
of her mouth. The other girl threw back her head with a sobbing cry of 
ecstasy. Her efforts to spit out the cuntlips were giving her tormentor 
unbelievable pleasure. 

With her tongue Nancy tried to shove the rubbery pussy lips from her mouth. 
She inadvertently touched the girl's swollen cut with her tongue-tip. Silky 
thighs clamped like a vise around her neck. The smaller girl lay back 
against the oak floor. Her ass came off the planking and she thrust her 
brimming pussy into Nancy's face. "God, I'm coming!" she cried. "Keep eating 
me-eat my pussy good!" 

Nancy had no choice but to comply. With the other girl's strong young legs 
wrapped around her neck, and the death-grip the brunette had on the bridle, 
she couldn't have budged. The other girl's pussy seemed to have a life of 
its own. Nancy felt the tumultuous contractions of cunt muscles, felt the 
girl's pussy mouth pulse in and out, felt the white-hot-fever within the 
other's naked body. 

It was getting to her too, she realized. She was getting turned on by 
feeling the girl come under her lips and tongue. The taste of pussy sauce 
was no longer rank and offensive to her. She could feel the moistness 
welling up in her own pussy tunnel, starting to seep out and dampen the 
reddish gold hairs around her own pussy hole! 

At last the tremors of orgasm subsided in the black-haired girl's body. Her 
ass lowered itself back to the floor. A slow insistent pressure on the 
bridle kept Nancy's face pressed firmly in the morass of her cunt. But no 
longer did Nancy have to be forced to tongue and suck the girl's pussy! 

She was no longer aware of the pain, the shame, the fact that an auditorium 
full of horny men was watching her be forced to perform Lesbian acts. 

All that existed for her was the wet, willing pussy. She explored it eagerly 
with her lips and her tongue, sucking the frilly pink cunt-curtains in 
between her teeth, laving her tongue up and down the dripping slit. With the 
saddle on her back and her abused ass up in the air, she was sublimely 
unconscious. 

So preoccupied was Nancy with her first session of cunt eating that she 
didn't hear the collective gasp the audience gave, nor the sounds of booted 
feet coming up behind her. She didn't know anything was about to happen, in 
fact, till something long and hard and cold suddenly stabbed deep into her 
pussy from behind. 

She screamed straight into her mouthful of pussy. "Oh, YES," groaned the 
booted girl, arching her back. 

It was as if ice water had been thrown over Nancy. She twisted her head 
around so that she could look over her shoulder. 

Behind her Miss Proctor stood on her knees, her magnificent body naked but 
for high heels, silk stockings, and a red garter belt. And the leather 
harness of a dildo strapped over the fiery crimson delta of her cunt. 

She smiled as she saw Nancy looking back at her. She pulled the dildo out a 
little bit, twisting it as she did so. The unyielding plastic felt hard as 
steel inside Nancy's cunt. It seemed about to tear her pussy walls open, yet 
at the same time painful pleasure pulsed from her cunt. 

A biting pain between her shoulders as the black-haired girl hit her with 
the riding crop brought her attention back to the black-bearded pussy 
pressed over her face. Curly cunt hairs tickled her nose and rasped her 
chin. She started chewing on a resilient mouthful of cuntlips, trying to 
ignore this new violation from behind. 

Miss Proctor looked out at the audience. Thirty customers, all influential 
members of the community, all well-heeled, all very willing to spend nice 
amounts of money for an evening of extra-special entertainment. Miss Proctor 
had life by the balls. Not only did her school bring in money from the 
parents of her charges, it brought her warm, full-bodied playthings to be 
used to act out her sexual fantasies. The girls could be cowed, or beaten 
into submission, and they wouldn't dare say a word to their parents. They 
wouldn't be believed if they did! And more than that, her dramatic 
presentations-and other special services her pupils rendered-brought in 
money from citizens with a taste for the unusual. 

What a life! She turned her head and looked down at the quivering white 
globes of assflesh to either side of the thick artificial cock. She pushed 
forward with her hips, feeling the base of the dildo grinding against her 
clit, watching the demiglobes of Nancy's butt being wedged farther and 
farther apart as the plastic prick slid between them. 

Nancy gasped. The dildo must have been a foot long! Endlessly it slid into 
her pussy, corkscrewing as it went. The hard, pointed tip seemed to grate 
over raw nerve ends inside the sensitive channel of Nancy's cunt. Pain and 
pleasure battled in her body. 

The dildo was harder than Greg's big cock had been, and her pussy thrilled 
to its hardness. But at the same time the cold unliving feel of it repelled 
her. And Miss Proctor was using it with brutal strength, driving it 
deliberately into her cunt with an agonizing spiral motion. It hurt almost 
as bad as Leary's cock reaming her ass had, but Nancy was so turned on by 
having the dildo fucked up her cunt she could barely stand it. 

Unconsciously, she had taken the black-haired girl's clit between her lips 
and was kneading it while her tongue played over the pearly cunt-node. The 
other girl's riding cap, strapped under her chin, was askew. She lay with 
her eyes closed and her mouth open, mouthing silent words as total pleasure 
submerged her being. 

Miss Proctor put her hands on Nancy's warm ass. She began fucking the 
saddled adolescent with long, hard strokes of the dildo, ramming it home 
till the fiery strands of her cunt bush tickled Nancy's white buns, then 
bringing it out so that only the very tip remained stuck between her 
captive's cuntlips. Every stroke hurt more-but every one turned Nancy on 
more. The conflict of agony and unbearable pleasure was driving her crazy. 

The passion building to a peak in Nancy's body was transmitting itself to 
the brunette through the bigger girl's restless tongue, playing exquisitely 
over her clit as Nancy sucked it. The small girl's cunt juice had been 
whipped to a froth by Nancy's oral attentions, and foam ran down the 
captive's chin. 

Miss Proctor could feel Nancy's body shuddering with passion. It was almost 
as if the dildo were a real cock, as if it had nerve endings so she could 
feel the wet pussy walls closing in around it as it went home, sucking 
urgently on it as it drew out. Her own clit was gorged with blood and tuned 
to the slightest pressure or motion. When she fucked the dildo in and out of 
Nancy Redmond's cunt, her own cunt filled with delight. Warm pussy sauces 
ran down her leg. 

The black-haired girl had let go of bridle and crop and grabbed Nancy's 
glorious hair with both hands. Her legs were straight, the black boots 
waving in the air as she pulled the bigger girl's avidly sucking face into 
her pussy. Her rump was soaking with Nancy's saliva and her own pussy juice. 
The men in the audience could see the half-moons of ass glowing in the 
floodlights. 

Nancy finally released the trapped clit to plunge her tongue into the 
roiling depths of the other girl's greedy cunt. "You're about to bring me 
off," the girl gasped. "Keep it-unnngggh!" 

A velvet noose clamped on Nancy's tongue. She felt her tongue being drawn 
into the spicy depths of the girl's pussy by the strength of her orgasm. 
Behind her, Miss Proctor was furiously pumping the dildo in and out of her 
cunt with a rhythmic squelching sound. A fine spray of cunt juice flew up, 
dewing her butt, Miss Proctor's pale firm belly. The rock-hard artificial 
cock crammed Nancy's pussy full, left it begging for more as it came out, 
then shot home again with agonizing, brutal power. It hurt. It hurt 
horribly. It felt as if Nancy would split wide open. 

But at the same time it was a million times better than anything she'd ever 
felt before! 

Then the world exploded in red sparks as orgasm grabbed Nancy and shook her 
in a giant's grip. She screamed with unbridled ecstasy into the spasming 
pussy her face was thrust into, heard Miss Proctor grunt as her own cunt 
twisted with orgasm, and then she blacked out. 

Chapter Six 

Dripping shiny, slippery cunt juice, the dildo withdrew from Nancy's cunt. 
It came free with a little pop and bounced up, slinging droplets of pussy 
sauce over the girl's butt. The gaping cunt lips pulsed in and out, drooling 
a trickle of pussy oil, and then Nancy collapsed in a heap. 

At a gesture from Miss Proctor, the small girl in the riding habit squirmed 
reluctantly away from the captive. When she stood up, her belly and thighs 
shone with a coating of her pussy oils and Nancy's saliva. Her cunt fur was 
a black mat. 

Nancy stirred and moaned softly as the saddle and bridle were taken off her. 
The little brunette carried them off as the two who had put them on Nancy 
originally came out once more, still dressed in vests and boots. This time 
they were carrying a low bench. 

They set it down beside the limp form of the girl. Nancy offered no 
resistance as they lifted her up and draped her over it. She only seemed to 
wake when one of the semi-nude girls clasped handcuffs around her wrists 
with a cool click. 

"What's going on now?" she demanded blearily. The pair ignored her as they 
crisscrossed straps over her lower back, securing her buns up naked to the 
bench. 

The shiny pink dildo wagged like a tail as Miss Proctor walked over to stand 
before her naked prisoner. "We're about to start the next act," she 
declared, putting her hands on her hips, "and you're the main attraction 
again." 

Craning her neck, Nancy gazed up at the headmistress. The dildo jutted from 
her scarlet-haired crotch in imitation of the greedy, ramrod-stiff cock of 
every man in the audience. Above the harness strapped to her full hips, Miss 
Proctor's waist was narrow and her belly firm and flat. Her jugs were big, 
milky melons crowned with fat areolas and pointy pink nipples. She wore a 
black ribbon around her graceful neck. All in all she was a terrible, 
elementally erotic figure. Nancy felt her pussy twinge in response to the 
animal sexuality the redhead exuded, much as the stiff cocks of the paying 
customers must be doing. 

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" 

Miss Proctor laughed and clapped her hands. 

"Oh, we're going to give you a very special treat," she smiled. The 
brunette, still in hat and boots, came out carrying a large mirror on a 
stand, which she set down by Nancy's head. "And you're even going to be able 
to watch the show yourself. Aren't you grateful? These gentlemen paid a lot 
of money to see what's about to happen to you-you can watch for free!" 

She threw back her head and laughed at Nancy's puzzled, anxious expression. 
At the same moment the crowd gasped. "Look in the mirror, sweetheart," Miss 
Proctor told the girl. "You're about to meet Macho." 

Nancy looked at her for a moment, not comprehending. Then she flicked her 
gaze to the mirror, and her liquid amber eyes went big. 

She saw Macho, all right. He was big and muscular and black, with brown 
throat and muzzle. He was the biggest Doberman Nancy had ever seen. 

And he was supposed to fuck her! 

She struggled wildly, but the straps and the cuffs held her tight. "No, no," 
she pleaded. "Don't let them-you can't!" 

"What's the matter?" Miss Proctor asked sweetly. "Macho is a real stud. It's 
not every girl who gets to fuck a champion like him!" 

Cold wetness probed Nancy's ass. "His nose!" she wailed. "He's got his nose 
up against my butt!" 

Miss Proctor was unfastening the dildo. "He's just smelling your pretty 
pussy, my dear. That's how he'll get the idea. Once he smells those hot cunt 
oils that were flowing so freely a minute ago, he'll get this great big 
doggy hard-on, and then he'll fuck your juicy cunt!" 

She turned her head to stare wildly at the audience. Surely, somebody would 
protest. What had gone before was bad enough, but this! No real man could 
sit by and watch a helpless, naked girl savagely raped by an animal. It was 
too forbidden, too disgusting. "Help me," she begged the onlookers. 

Tense white faces bobbed above the footlights, some sagging into middle age, 
others lean and young. Nancy looked into those blurry faces, and knew deeper 
despair than she had ever known before. 

There was not a man in the audience but who was bursting with the 
anticipation of watching the huge dog fuck the helpless girl. 

The dildo clattered to the floor. "Get to it, Macho boy," Miss Proctor 
commanded. The dog seemed to peer at Nancy's cunt. Then his long pink tongue 
lolled out. 

Wetly, it laved over the downward-smiling slash of Nancy's cunt. She 
shuddered at the touch. He touched the pucker of her asshole with his nose, 
and lapped at her pussy again. 

"Stop him!" The force of her outcry made her tits juggle where they hung 
over the side of the bench. The watching men chuckled and elbowed each other 
appreciatively. 

Nancy looked into the mirror. She saw the black bulk of the dog. Another 
flash of pink as he tongued her cunt, then she saw him gather himself and 
lunge forward. 

She screamed as Macho mounted her, then her cry trailed off as his weight 
forced the air from her lungs. Instantly he wrapped strong forepaws around 
his narrow waist and began thrusting with his hindquarters. A slimy hardness 
poked into the cleft of her ass. She squealed and writhed, trying futilely 
to wiggle free of her bonds. 

An excited murmur ran through the crowd. "Stop it, stop it," Nancy pleaded 
in a ragged voice. "Won't somebody help me?" 

"What? And ruin the show?" Miss Proctor laughed. "Never-this is what our 
audience comes to see, not a PTA talent night!" 

The animal's foreclaws raked Nancy's sides. His bristly belly hair scratched 
her back. The repulsive feel of his eagerly stabbing cock was almost driving 
Nancy mad. She couldn't take it! At any second the beast would find his 
target, and his nasty prick would bury itself in her pussy. 

"Aii!" the girl yelped sharply. Her jaw dropped and her eyes bugged in 
disbelieving horror. "His cock is in me! It's in my pussy!" 

Frantically, Nancy tried to squirm away from the throbbing hardness of the 
canine cock that had invaded her cunt. She stared wildly at the mirror. The 
dog was standing stock still, tongue hanging. He seemed to be pausing to 
savor the sensations her struggles caused in his cock. Hot saliva rolled 
down his tongue and dripped onto Nancy's spine. 

She shrieked wordlessly. Her wrists were raw from the chafing of the 
handcuffs. Every muscle in her desirable young body tautened with effort, 
but the straps held her firmly in place, belly down and exposed to the dog's 
lusting attention. 

"God! It's throbbing! I can feel his heartbeat!" The captive adolescent 
gagged in nausea. Her pussy, the most intimate opening of her body, had been 
invaded by the awful, slimy cock of a dog-an animal! She was spoiled, 
degraded. What man would want her now? Who would want to have his cock 
enfolded by the same pussy lips that had accommodated a dog's prick? She 
thought of her brother Greg, and the look of sick horror that would cross 
his face at the thought of fucking his dog-raped sister. 

Hysterically, hopelessly, Nancy Redmond began to cry. 

At last Macho began to fuck the unwilling human in earnest. His muscles 
bunched under his glossy black hide as he slid his hips back, then 
contracted in a powerful surge as he drove his stiff cock home. Unwilling or 
not, Nancy's pussy was still well-oiled from her reluctant arousal at being 
dildo-fucked by Miss Proctor. The hot, thick scent of hungry cunt filled the 
dog's sensitive nostrils, inflaming his lust. The walls of Nancy's cunt 
surrounded his probing prick in a liquid, loving embrace. 

The spectators gasped in unison. A trace of envy began to tinge their 
horniness. God, the beast was powerful! His cock was much smaller than even 
a diminutive human prick. But what human male could piston his cock in and 
out of a cunt with such incredible, furious speed? The big Doberman looked 
to be well-named. 

Sucking sounds issued from Nancy's violated cunt. Her belly squirmed. The 
walls of her pussy channel seemed to shrink away every time the dog's cock 
thrust inside them, but Nancy knew this was an illusion. She could tell by 
the way the black beast rolled his eyes and panted, drooling constantly, 
that her slimy cunt membranes seemed to Macho to be sucking eagerly on his 
cock. 

Her head swam. The bright stage lights burned into her brain. The rising 
babble from the thoroughly randy male audience ate at her consciousness. 
What a hideous humiliation! The thought of being forced to perform sex acts 
on stage, before an audience of horny businessmen, would have appalled the 
innocent, virginal Nancy Redmond of a few days ago. The idea of performing 
oral sex on another girl-or being screwed by a woman with a dildo, would 
have horrified her. The thought that she had done both, and worse, enjoyed 
it, was already torturing her. 

But to be tied up and publicly raped by a Doberman Pinscher-that was 
unbearable! 

The tears flowed freely. Nancy wanted to die. 

Incredibly, Macho was continually stepping up the pace of his fucking. His 
tongue flew wildly, spewing froth all over his victim's bare back. The 
stubble of fur in his crotch was painfully abrading Nancy's tender ass, 
which still smarted from the caress of the brunette's riding crop. 

"No, no, no," the girl choked. Her neck muscles creaked from the strain, but 
she kept her head up. She was unable to tear her eyes from the awful sight 
of the black bulk of the dog, hunched over her naked butt like some kind of 
demon. 

The friction of the dog's prick going in and out of Nancy's twat was 
intense. The slippery surface of the scarlet dog-cock rasped continuously 
back and forth over the girl's clit. God, she thought, the dog's tiny cock 
was filling her pussy with as much feeling as Miss Proctor's foot-long 
dildo. 

A strangled scream rose in Nancy's throat. She was getting turned on! 

Miss Proctor stood over her, hands on hips, glorious red hair streaming like 
a cascade of fire down her back. "So you're starting to like it, you filthy 
little animal." 

"No, no, I'm-unnngggh! Not!" Nancy gasped. But she knew she was lying even 
as she spoke the words. Her pussy had begun to water with desire. Steaming 
pussy oils bubbled from her cunt and ran down the backs of her thighs. She 
was unable to tear her eyes from the reflected image of the dreadful beast 
who was dominating her, violating her, raping her-and forcing her to enjoy 
it. 

"Make him stop," she begged. "Please don't let this go on any more!" 

"Why?" Miss Proctor challenged. "Are you afraid you'll show how much you 
like being fucked by a dog?" 

"No." Macho fucked his prick impossibly deep in her now-soaking cunt. "Ahhh! 
Yes! Yes, I'm afraid of-oh! Oh God, so hard, he's fucking me so hard, I can 
barely stand it!" 

The audience rocked in its chairs. The tied-up teenager was crying out in 
ecstasy. Ecstasy at having her pussy plumbed by a dog! 

She had done it. Her libido had betrayed her, and then her tongue had 
slipped and shown the world her obscene shame. Nancy Redmond no longer 
cared. Her clit was gorged with blood, swollen out of its protective hood of 
pussy flesh, to take in more fully the driving excitement of Macho's cock. 

The shame, the humiliation, even the cutting restraints of the straps and 
handcuffs that held Nancy in bondage-these now contributed to the sharp edge 
of her passion. She was being fucked by a dog, true, but she was being 
fucked with more vigor, more intense masculinity than most girls experienced 
in a lifetime. The last vestiges of inhibition had been stripped from her by 
her captors as surely as her clothes had been. 

"Oh yes! Don't stop! Fuck me hard, big boy. Fuck me forever!" Nancy's voice 
was still shrill, but now it was the shrillness of lust, not fear, that 
colored it. "So fast! Keep fucking my pussy so fast!" 

Smiling with lewd satisfaction, Miss Proctor turned and clapped her hands. 
Then regal as a queen, she stepped off the stage and into the audience. 

A young executive in a sharply-cut pinstripe suit goggled in amazement as 
the splendid naked Amazon vision loomed over him. The brilliance of the 
stage behind her gave Miss Proctor a fiery halo like the corona of the sun. 
The man stared in amazement at the flaming pussy thatch between her flawless 
white thighs, then looked up at the fulsome boobs with their hard, hungry 
pink nipples. Then he gasped as the plentiful jugs swung toward his face! 

Nancy's cries were turning into bestial grunts of pleasure. The young 
businessman actually cringed back as Miss Proctor leaned over his lap. Slim 
knowing fingers found and unfastened his fly, then fished inside. Coolness 
closed around the hot hard bar of his cock. Gently, Miss Proctor tugged the 
prick out into the open. It stood from the man's crotch vibrating like a 
tuning fork, a thick meaty bar of cock, big and brown and hairy. 

"Mmmm," Miss Proctor said, running a coral tongue over carmine lips. "Looks 
good." With no more preamble, she bent her head, her mouth opening to a red 
oval. 

Like lava her hair spilled into the surprised, staring executive's lap. And 
then Miss Proctor's lips ringed the fat head of his cock! Her tongue touched 
the tip of his prick, burrowed into the tiny opening at the very end of the 
rigid cock. The man let out a gasp of delight and slumped in his chair. 

As the moist, slurping sounds of Miss Proctor's cock sucking mingled with 
the sounds of Macho's prick delving in and out of Nancy's cunt, and Nancy's 
sobbing moans of illicit delight, the other girls came out onto the stage. 
The leather girl who had led Nancy out, the pair who had saddled and later 
tied her, the full-boobed brunette who'd ridden her, the willowy, sadistic 
blonde-all stepped from the stage into the audience. Leather rustled, spurs 
jingled, boot soles thumped on the floor, and then the swarm of mostly-naked 
nymphets was out among the members of the audience. The assembled citizens 
gaped in wonder, then drooled, then were galvanized into action as the girls 
presented willing mouths, firm tits, dripping, hungry cunts, and pert asses 
for the customers' lustful attentions. 

The man sitting next to the one Miss Proctor was expertly sucking off eyed 
her ass hungrily. The cheeks of the headmistress' butt were pale, almost 
silvery in the light, perfectly matched mounds of inviting, resilient female 
flesh. Below a wedge of crimson cunt fur peeked from between her thighs. 
Pearls of aromatic cunt honey glistened on the red strands, beckoning. 

Miss Proctor, with her nose buried in the first man's crotch and his cock 
burning like a firebrand all the way down her throat, looked sidelong at the 
other. She raised her head, slowly. The spit-glossed length of cock slid out 
between her lips. "What are you waiting for?" she asked when the conical 
cock-head came out of her mouth. "Jump right in, the pussy's warm!" 

Immediately the man began to fumble with his trousers. Miss Proctor turned 
her face back to the dripping, pulsating prick. Her tongue came out and 
began to spiral around and around the inflated head of the businessman's 
cock. In a matter of seconds she felt something hard poke at her rump. She 
let out a long sigh of satisfaction as a long, skinny cock slid between her 
thighs and up her pussy. 

The second man found himself fucking into a warm, wet, and willing pussy. 
The hot-haired schoolmarm was fired up and ready to go! He stood for a 
minute with his prick balls deep in the oiled inferno of Miss Proctor's 
cunt. Then he gasped. 

The statuesque redhead's cunt had grasped his cock like a hand and squeezed! 
His throat tightening, his balls already beginning to boil towards climax, 
he began to fuck the luscious headmistress of the Proctor Reform School for 
real. 

Sounds like someone walking through a swamp issued from Nancy's cunt. She 
was saying, "Oh, oh, oh!" in time to the rhythm of the Doberman's fucking. 
The tempo of her cries increased as the tempo of his plunging cock picked 
up. 

The captive girl was tossed by harsh winds of primitive, bestial joy. Who 
cared that this was an unnatural act, a perversion to disgust the 
sensibilities of even a sexually liberated person? Macho was giving Nancy a 
simply unbelievable fucking, and for her that was now the only reality. 

The sole part of her mind to remain detached was marveling. How could he 
keep it up? Instead of flagging, with each passing second the dog was 
fucking her greasy cunt with more and more energy. From the tension in his 
trim canine body, the strength with which hairy forepaws clamped her middle, 
she knew the dog was rising inexorably toward the crest of orgasm. She 
herself could feel incredible pressure build up inside her body, and knew 
that shortly she would come with cataclysmic force. 

More nude, teenaged girls had emerged from the wings. The audience was a 
mass of naked and half-naked bodies, fucking and sucking in every 
combination imaginable. The seated, youthful exec was writhing in his seat, 
groaning at the delightful torment he was enduring from Miss Proctor's lips 
and tongue. She would swallow his cock-every inch of it-then run her tongue 
around and around the hefty pole of prick. When it seemed to the recipient 
of this treatment he could take no more, she lifted her head, with her teeth 
lightly clamped on the cock, so that it seemed the pulsing prick was being 
flayed by hundreds of tiny knives. The man's head tilted back and a trickle 
of saliva ran from a corner of his mouth. 

As the man whose cock she was sucking fumbled with her hard-tipped, 
plentiful jugs, Miss Proctor rolled her ass around and around the plunging, 
skinny cock of the man standing behind her. Her graceful body was sheened 
with sweat. The silk stockings gleamed on her thighs. And all the time the 
well-trained muscles of her pussy were constantly working over the older 
man's cock. It felt to him as though his prick was being expertly milked by 
a hand wearing an oiled latex glove. 

The drama being enacted on the stage was being forgotten as the spectators 
found more immediate things to occupy their attention. The willowy blonde, 
nude but for knee-high orange and red striped socks, lay on her back 
sprawled over the backs of two chairs, one in front of the other. She 
feverishly massaged her small, cone-shaped tits as she sucked off two men at 
once. Another knelt on the seat of a chair, between her slender spread 
thighs, and fucked his cock in and out of her brimming, blonde-rimmed 
snatch. Her cunt passage was tight as a fourteen-year-old virgin's, and her 
ecstatic writhing twisted the elastic tube of her pussy in a million 
directions around his thrusting cock. His eyes were closed and he was 
slobbering on her pale belly. 

The leather girl who'd led Nancy out at the end of a rope sat in what there 
was of the lap of a paunchy middle-aged used car salesman, who was jamming 
the firmest, most demanding hard-on he'd had in fifteen years in and out of 
her tight, wet pussy hole. He seemed to be intoxicated by the fresh odor of 
the cunt sauces puddling on his thighs. Meanwhile, the brown-haired girl 
leaned over his shoulder to lick the cock of a young banker as if it were a 
rich, meaty lollipop. 

The banker was unused to having his prick lapped at so expertly. After a few 
delicious moments of tonguing he shuddered and grabbed handfuls of short 
brown hair. His cock pulsed and spurted thick white jism over the leather 
girl's tongue like toothpaste squirting over a toothbrush. Maddeningly, she 
swirled her tongue around and around his fountaining prick. It intensified 
his orgasm till it hurt. All the time, she kept the quivering, spurting cock 
held carefully in position with a dainty hand, directing the flow of creamy 
come into her waiting mouth. 

The little rider was also sitting in an older man's lap, but this one had 
his spit-smeared cock rammed to the hilt up her butthole. She did not need 
to fuck herself up and down on the rigid prick impaling her trim white butt 
to whip the man's passion-and her own-to a steaming lather. Instead she 
rolled her ass around and around his lap, twisting and turning this way and 
that as though her hips were mounted on ball bearings. At the same time her 
ass squeezed and teased the anally-embedded cock with every bit of the 
exquisite skill Miss Proctor's educated cunt possessed. 

Unlike the leather girl, the rider had her back to the man fucking her, so 
that she could expertly jack off the man standing before her with her huge 
tits. Her tiny hands rolled the cushiony mounds of succulent flesh around 
and around the hard, purple-veined cock of a man who ran an ad agency in 
town. With his pants down around his knees he was moaning softly and moving 
his hips back and forth, fucking his cock between those pliant mounds of tit 
like a heated iron bar. The girl's head was bent, and when the shiny head of 
the man's cock speared up out of the crevice between her tits, her lips and 
tongue met it for a moist, maddening instant. 

Up on the stage, Nancy was unaware of the orgy that had suddenly sprung into 
being. All that existed was the blurry black image in the mirror, and the 
small but powerful cock reaming her twat from behind. Her body was full to 
the bursting point with passion. She had to give vent to her raging lust, or 
she thought she would explode. 

"Hurry," she begged, forgetting the beast could not understand her. "Oh, 
hurry and come. Fill my pussy with your hot white jism. I want you to come 
in me when I come and I can't hold out!" 

Her voice rose in an ecstatic wail. Her mind exploded in a kaleidoscope of 
colors. It was too late! Macho's pounding canine prick had brought her off 
too soon, and there was nothing to do about it. 

Yet the lovely adolescent was not to be denied her wish to feel her cunt 
fill with the dog's jism as she came. The first convulsive clamping of her 
pussy muscles set off the charge in the dog's furless ball-sac. He grunted 
and hunched forward with all his might, and then shot his load up the girl's 
squirming pussy. 

"Gaaaahhh! I feel it!" Nancy sang. "I feel your jism spewing into my cunt. 
Oh God, it burns! It's like acid-it burns so n-n-ni-i-ice!" 

Orgasm after orgasm piled into Nancy with sledgehammer force. Climactic 
pleasure drove away her ability to form words, and her cries turned into the 
grunts and squeals of a rutting bitch. At that instant she was an animal, 
completely and totally, and having a huge Doberman's cock blowing off inside 
her cunt was the most natural thing in the world. She was in heaven. 

Miss Proctor's sensitive ears caught the thrill of orgasm in Nancy's cries. 
The little slut's got off, she thought. It set off her own orgasm. The man 
fucking her from behind practically had a coronary as her cunt crushed his 
cock like a velvet bear-trap. The first wad of his jism sprayed clear to her 
womb before he knew what hit him, and then the redhead's climax was sucking 
sperm from his prick in a firehose stream. 

Dog come filled the roiling channel of Nancy's cunt. The stuff welled out 
around the red canine cock, which was still fucking in and out of the human 
pussy with short, jabbing motions. Nancy couldn't get her breath-she 
couldn't stop coming! The contraction of her pussy was sucking incredible 
amounts of come from the dog's balls. She could feel the big animal 
trembling with the fury of his own orgasm. 

Come dripped from Miss Proctor's steaming gash. The load of jism in the nuts 
of the man standing weak-kneed behind her had long since run out, but still 
his cock was bucking and jerking, trying to pump nonexistent semen into the 
sucking, slurping, greedy cunt it was fucked into. 

Miss Proctor swallowed the cock in her mouth. Her tongue slithered around it 
like a slimy serpent, and then her head was filled with the acrid tang of 
jism. "Oh, Jesus!" breathed the young exec in the chair. He mauled her tits 
savagely as his ass bounced off the auditorium chair, fucking wads and wads 
of his come down the headmistress' eager throat. She sucked and swallowed 
till the man's cock was spewing faster than she could swallow. The foaming 
jism leaked out her red-lipped mouth, and still she sucked with the force of 
a vacuum cleaner. 

One of the girls who had helped put the saddle on Nancy's back was lying on 
her back in the aisle with her legs spread and her knees up, fucking the 
daylights out of a skinny kid of eighteen or so whose father had brought him 
to the Proctor "Talent Night" as a special treat. Her blonde hair lay like a 
cloud around her head. The other girl, with hair black as the dead of night, 
was down on all fours gobbling hungrily on the father's prick. Her slim 
thighs straddled the blonde's upturned face. The yellow-haired teenager ate 
noisily at the black-bearded pussy. The gangly youth was slurping at the 
brunette's asshole, trying to get his tongue inside. All of a sudden the 
raven-haired girl relaxed her sphincter muscle, and the kid's tongue shot an 
inch and a half up the girl's butt. "Gaa-ak!" he exclaimed, and came. 

The blonde girl tongue-fucked the brunette frantically as the boy's come 
boiled into her pussy. The brunette started shifting her hips, as though 
unconsciously. The blonde girl realized her friend was about to come. Her 
tongue popped from the other's dribbling slit and she started sucking 
ravenously on the brunette's large clit. 

The black-haired beauty screamed with ecstasy around the thick plug of cock 
in her mouth and came. 

Slowly, Nancy was drifting back to reality. She was experiencing a curious 
sense of detachment, as if she were no longer herself but some third person 
watching the actions of Nancy Redmond, without actually being involved,, The 
weight came off her body. She shifted as Macho dropped to all fours. He 
sniffed once or twice at her come and cunt-juice sodden twat. He lapped the 
loose-lipped gash several times, and trotted off into the wings. 

The girl turned her head and blinked out at the audience. She gasped at what 
she saw. 

Miss Proctor was jacking off two men. The girl who had worn the rider's 
habit was just pushing herself off the paunchy man's lap, come leaking from 
her distended asshole. To Nancy's amazement, a man was fucking her tits. 
With the cock out of her ass, the black-haired rider sat back down and 
devoted her attention to squashing the pillowy globes of titflesh around the 
thrusting cock. 

Before Nancy's startled eyes, a white stream shot from the tip of the prick. 
It hit the rider in the nose. She moaned with delight. Leaning forward, she 
began smearing her mouth around and around the spurting cockhead. Jism was 
everywhere on her face, on her lips, her chin, up her nose, on her eyelids. 
Several powerful surges of come spat clear to her hair. She opened her mouth 
and put the dome-shaped cockhead inside. 

Sperm dripped from the rider's chin onto her full jugs. The nipples were 
swollen and looked ready to burst. Her hands played with the tits as the 
cock vibrated between them. Lowering her head, she began to take the 
still-shooting prick down her throat. Her hair fell over her face. Gooey 
white strands of come glued the black hair together. Nancy looked away. 

Miss Proctor had quit jerking off the two men. Her fine slender hands were 
now spreading wide her globular buttocks to ease the entry of a rigid cock 
into her asshole. She saw Nancy staring at her from the bench just as her 
anus opened and her butt wiggled onto the spar of prick. Her emerald eyes 
widened a fraction of an inch, and she smiled. 

A drop of sperm ran from a corner of her mouth. It rolled down her chin and 
fell to the floor as she bent over to push her ass down the ungreased shaft 
of prick sticking into her. 

Nancy closed her eyes. At once it hit her: where she was, what was 
happening-what she'd just done. 

She had just been fucked by a dog. But it was worse than that. Far worse. 
She had enjoyed it. 

A despairing cry broke over the crowd like a wave. Above the sounds of 
fucking and sucking, cocks plunging in and out of assholes and dripping 
slits and tantalizing full-lipped mouths, of cries of lust and sobs of 
passion, a sound rose. 

The sound of a young girl crying for her innocence. 

Chapter Seven 

The cock was so huge Nancy's jaws had to strain to take it all in. Not that 
it was long-it wasn't more than five inches in length. It was the girth that 
made it so impressive. It was a good two inches thick! 

Her tongue found the notch of flesh on the underside, where the head is 
joined to the cock-shaft. The youth in the stained working clothes shuddered 
with pleasure. His rough hands stroked Nancy's gleaming golden-red hair 
aimlessly. 

"God, you're good, sweetheart," he murmured. "I never had my dick blown 
before. Hot damn, it's nice." 

Nancy glanced upwards. Her cheeks went hollow as she sucked in with all her 
might. She felt the boy's skinny ass tense. She reached up and took hold of 
his dangling ball sac. She played with the big, sperm-swollen nuts, gently, 
so as not to hurt the youngster. 

He was almost ready. With her hand toying with the boy's balls, she slid the 
other around behind his butt. Firmly, she began to pull him toward her. 

Dear God, he was big! The youthful grounds-keeper's prick was much thicker 
than either Greg's or her father's. As far apart as the mammoth cock wedged 
Nancy's jaws, though, it felt as if it were endless. It just kept coming 
into her mouth. 

Finally Nancy's nose was pressed into the coarse tangle of pubic hair in the 
young man's crotch. Tears swam in her eyes-she thought her jaw was going to 
pop loose! But this was almost over. She could feel it. The jism in his nuts 
was reaching the boiling point. At any instant it would blow into her throat 
with the force of a locomotive. 

She stroked her tongue along the sensitive underside of the cock. It was 
amazing what a totally innocent girl could learn in two weeks of enforced 
sex and degradation. Enough to be able to bring a man to a shuddering, 
teeth-clenching climax in a couple of minutes with lips and tongue, or 
clutching pussy, or puckered asshole for that matter. Enough to know that 
the groundskeepers of Proctor School were ignorant of what went on in the 
classrooms, the dorm, the theater. Enough to bring herself to carry out the 
plan of escape that had formed in her mind. 

She got the tip of her tongue right up to the juncture of prickhead and 
prick shaft. She pushed. 

It was like pressing a button. "Arggh!" the boy gasped. His massive cock 
gave one warning throb, then a salty-sweet rush of come filled Nancy's 
throat. 

That wasn't so bad, she thought, as she drank the seething white stuff 
hungrily down. The guy had a groovy prick. And his come didn't taste half 
bad either. It was a lot more fun sucking off the well-built young custodian 
than some of the old farts she had had to blow in the last two weeks. And 
this time it was for her benefit. Not Miss Proctor's, or that scumsucker Mr. 
Leary's. 

When Nancy was forced to "entertain" Miss Proctor's paying 
customers-privately, in small rooms reserved for sessions of fucking; Nancy 
hadn't had to perform on stage since that first night-the Reform School had 
gotten a fair amount richer, and Nancy had to degrade herself a bit more to 
satisfy the lusts of her customers. Sucking off the groundskeeper was all 
her own idea. The price: he agreed to deliver a message for her to her 
brother Greg. 

It had taken some ingenuity to figure out how to send the message. There 
were weekly letter-writing sessions. But the contents of the letters were 
strictly controlled, and anybody who tried to pull a fast one was in for a 
session with Miss Proctor's whip or Mr. Leary's cigar. There was no way she 
could get an appeal for help out that way. 

Then she had seen the young groundskeeper doing his chores, always keeping 
his distance, but always watching the lithe, full-bodied inmates of the 
School. 

Nancy choked as a backwash of the flowing jism went up her nose. Some 
trickled out of her nostrils. She ignored it and kept sucking till the last 
drop of come spurted down her throat. The enormous cock pulsed several more 
times as the fury of its owner's climax ebbed. Then it started deflating 
rapidly. 

Thank God, Nancy thought. The muscles in her cheeks were starting to ache. 

"Thanks, baby," the youth said, stepping back. His prick drooped as it left 
Nancy's mouth. Spit and sperm slimed its limpness. Almost unconsciously, the 
girl licked the tasty remnants of come from around her mouth. 

"Remember our bargain," Nancy said. She got to her feet. 

The groundskeeper stuffed his thick prick back into his pants and zipped his 
fly. "Sure," he grinned. "Anything you want. Goddamn, what a blow-job!" 

He turned and walked off. Nancy watched him as he sauntered down the alley 
between the cafeteria and the storage shed. When he reached the end, he 
turned and waved cheerfully. 

Will he keep his promise? Nancy wondered. She could not allow herself to 
hope. But she'd done what she could. She wiped her mouth with the back of 
her hand. * * * "What did you think you were doing, slut?" Miss Proctor's 
voice crackled with anger. Nancy stared up at her. A muscle twitched in her 
cheek. 

She was stark naked. The soles of her feet were sunk deeply in the 
orange-and-black carpet of the headmistress' office. Her arms were tied 
behind her, cruelly tight, so the circulation was nearly cut off. A strap 
around the small of her back held her belly-forward against the edge of the 
imposing oak desk. Her tits quivered like pale pudding on the hard desktop. 

"Speak when I tell you to!" Miss Proctor raged. The riding crop in her hand 
twitched, suddenly flicked out. Nancy shrieked as it raked across her bared 
boobs. 

"It was her all right," insisted the petite brunette. Her name, Nancy had 
found out, was Melinda. She and the blonde, whose name was Meg, seemed to 
compete with each other in finding new ways to torture their classmates. 
They were Miss Proctor's special favorites, and now Nancy knew why. "She was 
out behind the cafeteria with that Warren boy, sucking his cock like it was 
a sugar tit." She closed her eyes and hugged her melon-sized jugs. "Boy, 
what a prick! It was like an elephant's!" 

"That's enough," Miss Proctor said sternly. Melinda froze. The headmistress 
put the tip of the crop under Nancy's chin. The bound girl tilted her head 
to look at her. 

"Well?" Miss Proctor demanded. "Were you just giving it away for free, or 
were you perhaps trying to enlist help for a possible escape attempt?" 

The crop stroked Nancy's cheek. "That wouldn't be wise," Miss Proctor said 
sweetly. "You might suffer a bad accident that way. Very, very bad." 

Nancy breathed a sigh of relief as the riding crop came away from her 
tear-stained face. Then it struck at her viciously. The tip snapped a 
nipple. "Ooooooowww-ah!" Nancy cried. 

Mr. Leary, standing off to one side, lit a cigar. "Give me a crack at her," 
he said, puffing blue smoke. He eyed the swell of the captive's asscheeks. 
The mark his cigarette had made was still faintly visible. "I could do some 
nice, ah, embroidery on those sweet cheeks of hers." 

"You'll do nothing of the sort!" Miss Proctor snarled. She came around the 
desk and stood beside the naked prisoner. 

"I've got something in mind," she said. She patted Nancy's head, ran her 
hand down the girl's hair. The hand moved onto Nancy's back, down, caressed 
a soft demiglobe of ass. "There's another talent night this evening, 
sweetheart. We've got a new girl coming in who'll be making her stage debut. 
Maybe you two can do an act together." 

The headmistress suddenly smiled broadly. "Yes, I think that's it," she 
said. Nancy wondered at the note of evil triumph in her voice. * * * "Owww! 
Oh God! DON'T!" Nancy was playing to a full house, but she was not acting. 
The pain and terror in her voice was real. 

"NOOOOOOOO!" Her voice wailed like a siren. Thirty hoarsely breathing men 
were staring at her naked body, watching her contort in the floodlights, but 
Nancy didn't care. "Get it out of me! GET IT OUT!" 

She pried open her eyes. Meg's face, long and lovely under her flaxen hair, 
smiled sweetly. Then the tall blonde grunted as she forced another inch of 
broomstick up the wiggling girl's ass. 

Nancy screamed again. Ropes bit deeply into her wrists, but she couldn't 
break free, Her hands stayed tied behind her naked back. 

She looked around wildly for assistance, knowing it was useless. The men out 
there were as eager to see her have a broomstick crammed up her butthole as 
the men had been to see her raped by a dog before. "Oooooooooh!" Another 
half-inch of dry wood was jammed into her. 

Were they trying to kill her? She had seen the sawed off broomstick as they 
tied her-all sixteen inches of it. Melinda had grinned lewdly as she watched 
the captive's eyes go wide with horror. Did they mean to keep shoving the 
stick up her ass till it was all in her? That would kill her, she knew. 

Suddenly her arms were released by the strong feminine hands that gripped 
them. Unsupported, Nancy went to her knees. The end of the broomstick hit 
the floor. It stabbed into Nancy's asshole, then twisted cruelly. She 
screamed. 

"Don't be such a baby," Melinda taunted. "You've only got half that stick in 
your bottom. A mere eight inches!" 

"God!" Nancy sobbed. "It feels like a telephone pole!" 

The other girls onstage laughed. They were all dressed in vests and boots 
this time. "Let's wait and see what your partner has to say about it," 
Melinda said. She snapped her fingers. 

Her partner! That must be the new girl Miss Proctor had mentioned. Despite 
her own predicament, Nancy's heart went out to the unknown newcomer. The 
pain and humiliation she was about to undergo were far, far worse than 
anything she could ever have imagined. 

Of course, Nancy Redmond was about to undergo the same pains and 
humiliations. But she was hardened to it by her two weeks at the living hell 
of Proctor Reform School for Girls. 

Bare footsteps sounded on the planking, hesitated. The whistle of a whip 
through the air made Nancy cringe. She heard the crack of leather on bare 
flesh behind her, and a female voice ringing with pain. 

Nancy tensed. Was there something familiar about that voice? 

"Up, slut!" This time it was Nancy's skin the whip bit into. She cried out 
and leapt to her feet. The broom handle sent pain shooting into her ass. 

The tip of the whip lightly flicked her butt. It touched her ass again, 
slightly harder, as if urging Nancy to turn. Quaking with pain and fear, she 
did. 

She saw the newcomer. Her jaw dropped. "GWEN!" she shrieked. 

"Nancy!" The other girl took a step forward, heavy breasts swaying. Her pert 
round face contorted. "What are you doing here?" 

"My parents brought me." Nancy tried to stretch her arms out toward her 
naked friend. All she did was abrade her wrists more. "What about you?" 

The semi-naked girls onstage exchanged amused looks. "Mine too," Gwen 
choked. "They caught me with-with Owen. Hey, what are you doing? Let go!" 
-Two of the Proctor girls had grabbed Gwen by the upper arms and were 
walking her toward Nancy. At the same time the other girl's arms were 
clutched from behind too. She struggled, but her captors were too strong for 
her. She was wrestled to the floor. She lay on her side on the cold wood 
planks. Meg leaned on her, pinning her to the floor. 

A girl stuck out a foot. Gwen went down, bruising her knee, then she was 
dragged down too. "What are you doing?" she shouted. "Get your hands off me! 
Let go! Why are you- oh, GOD!" 

Nancy felt the broomstick searing still more deeply in her rectum. 
"Nuh-nah-NO!" Gwen's wailing cry, and the new pains in her ass, told Nancy 
what was happening. 

She knew now why they had only pushed half the length of broomstick up her 
butt. They were impaling Gwen on the other half of it! 

The pole was ungreased. It felt a foot thick and full of splinters. Gwen 
clamped her asshole as tight as she could, but it made no difference. 
Surprisingly strong, the bare-breasted girls forced her inexorably onto the 
stick. 

"God!" she sobbed. "It's tearing me apart! Ooooooh, stop-pleeeeeeaaaaase!" 

"It's all right," Nancy called. She grunted with the pain in her own rump. 
Melinda reached down and grabbed it just where it disappeared into the bound 
girl's asshole. She didn't want to spare Nancy any pain-the broomstick was 
supposed to be going up Gwen's ass, not any deeper into her friend's. 

The friction of the floor was rubbing skin off Gwen's hip. She didn't 
notice. She kicked out blindly, then gave a ragged wail of agony. 

"Don't fight!" Nancy gritted. "That only makes it worse." 

Gwen didn't see how it could be any worse. Half a foot of stick up her butt 
and there was more to go! The pain was unbearable. It seemed to be scraping 
the lining right off the tender walls of her ass channel. 

Her foot touched Nancy's thigh. The girls holding her bunched their muscles 
and heaved. A wordless, never-ending scream of torment, and then the two 
lovely, naked teenagers were touching, soft butt against soft butt, sharing 
the awful, intruding hardness of the broomstick. 

"That's all," Nancy forced out, over her friend's broken sobbing. "They 
can't get any more into you. God, it hurts!" 

The members of the audience were leaning forward in their seats. The 
newcomers were gaping in disbelief, the ones who had seen the show before 
were elbowing one another and talking about how the Proctor show was never 
the same twice. Always incredible surprises. Erotic scenes like the most 
forbidden sex fantasy come true. Thirty flies were tented upwards by thirty 
blood-filled, turgid cocks. Two beautiful adolescents, stripped and impaled 
butt to butt on a broomstick. Unbelievable. 

There seemed to be more young men in the audience than there had been at the 
last talent night, Miss Proctor reflected as she stepped onstage. Right in 
the middle there was a block of eight or ten lean-jawed young men, sitting 
on the edges of their seats and gawking. She smiled. Were they ever getting 
their money's worth! 

She uncoiled the whip from her hand, let it play restlessly across the 
floor. She was dressed as she had been at the last show: garter belt, silk 
stockings, high heels, and the dainty black ribbon around her throat. 
Otherwise, of course, her flawless body was naked to the lusting eyes of the 
audience. 

Two girls were bending over Gwen. Their tits swayed fetchingly as they 
worked tying her wrists behind her. Then they stood up and danced away. 

Miss Proctor cracked the whip. "Up onto your knees, you harlots," she 
commanded. Nancy stirred feebly, but Gwen only lay weeping. 

"Up, I said!" The whip cut air. A red weal appeared on Gwen's butt. She 
shrieked and convulsed. 

"Ohhh!" Nancy cried. "God, that almost split me in half. Don't fight it 
Gwen-do as she says!" 

Lying on her side with the broomstick filling her tortured asshole, Gwen 
nodded. The whip tickled the girls' flanks as if to encourage them. Nancy 
made an attempt at getting up. Gwen didn't realize what her friend was 
doing, and the result was a painful tweak on the embedded broomstick. 

"Let's get together," Nancy sobbed, sick with pain. "Yi!" The whip struck 
again, lashing her butt. 

"Ready?" Nancy felt Gwen nod. "One... two ... go!" 

As one the two nude girls rolled up onto their knees. With their arms behind 
them, they had to he with their buxom tits pressed flat on the floor. Their 
cheeks were laid against the planking. This position put strain on the 
broomstick thrust up both their butts. The constant dull ache made breathing 
difficult and brought tears to Nancy's eyes. 

"Very good," Miss Proctor said grudgingly. Mr. Leary padded onstage. He was 
wearing nothing but a grin and a hard-on, his big cock jutting up at a 
jaunty angle, waggling as he walked. He nodded appreciatively at the duo on 
the floor. Then he walked up to them and lowered himself to the dusty stage 
floor. 

Nancy became aware of warm breath feathering the insides of her thighs. Then 
a tongue lightly touched the lips of her cunt. "Ahhh," she moaned. It was a 
sound of pleasure this time, not pain. 

A sighing sound from Gwen told Nancy Leary had planted a kiss on the other 
girl's downward-smiling pussy. Then the man's tongue stroked the length of 
her own pussy slit. Nancy gave a little shiver of pleasure, instantly 
regretting it, since it tweaked the stick in her ass. 

Then Leary went at eating Nancy's cunt. He was good at it. First he thrilled 
over her pussy lips with his tongue-tip. Then he teased the frilly cunt-lips 
apart and wormed his tongue between them, running his tongue up and down the 
now-watering slit. "Yes," she murmured. "Oh yes!" 

Abruptly the delightful mouth left her pussy. She moaned with 
disappointment. Then she heard slurping sounds. Leary was giving Gwen's 
pussy the same treatment he had just given Nancy's. The girl could tell her 
friend was getting as turned on as she had. 

When he had Gwen's pussy primed and wet, he started to lap furiously at both 
pussies smiling down on him from above. The double tang of hungry cunt 
filled his nostrils. The sight of two wide-open snatches excited him. The 
hot sauce that dripped from both gaping pussies onto his face, his neck, his 
chest, made him hotter and hotter till his hard prick seemed to vibrate in 
the air. 

He licked first one and then the other cunt. Now he planted his lips firmly 
on a juicy twat for a quick kiss, now he flicked teasingly at a straining, 
swelling clit with his tongue, now he fucked his tongue deeply into a ripe 
young pussy. He savored the taste of cunt, enjoying the subtle differences 
between the two girl's pussies. Gwen's was tart, Nancy's heavy and almost 
sweet. He stuck a strong finger into each brimming cuntwell to the knuckle 
and redoubled his pussy eating. 

The two girls were barely able to keep from writhing with intolerable 
pleasure. Their bodies quivered with the effort of holding still. But the 
least little movement would cause agonizing torture from the broom handle in 
their asses. This was the newest form of subtle abuse, Nancy realized. Leary 
was going to pleasure the girls into torturing themselves. 

Leary's lonesome cock seemed to burn like a beacon. Much as he relished 
eating these two captive pussies, he needed something to slip over his prick 
soon, or it would be geysering right up into the air like Old Faithful. He 
had in mind something hot and slippery and brimful of fragrant oils, and 
surrounded with blazing red hair. 

He got his wish! 

A dripping wet kiss touched the throbbing head of his cock. He glanced down. 
A red triangle pointed down at the tip of his prick. As he watched, the 
arrowhead of scarlet pussy fur slipped downwards. Damp, clinging heat 
enveloped his prick. 

Miss Proctor's oozing pussy lips spread wide to drink in the masculine 
hardness of her assistant's cock. Just the first touch of his prick against 
her waiting pussy mouth sent tingles up her spine. Her white body thrummed 
like a plucked guitar string with joy and need. The smell of her own greedy 
cunt was an aphrodisiac. 

Nancy didn't know what was happening, but the fantastic feeling of Miss 
Proctor's well-oiled cunt sheath covering Leary's cock transmitted itself by 
way of the man's sucking mouth to her gold-furred pussy. She gasped. 
Fireworks seemed to go off in her head. 

She may have been stark naked in front of thirty sweaty-palmed men, with a 
broomstick crammed up her ass and her butt up against her best friend's, but 
she was about to come like the Fourth of July! 

Her mind didn't register the whistle of cloven air until too late. Then the 
whip landed on her upcurved butt like a tongue of fire. She screamed. 
Reflexively, her body jumped. 

She screamed again. Louder. 

Gwen echoed Nancy's shriek. The pain of the lash was nothing compared to the 
awful stabbing agony when Nancy's jerk torqued the broomstick up her and 
Gwen's butts. Pain bathed the girls' asses inside and out. 

The cock was fully inside Miss Proctor's cunt. It felt as hard as the 
broomstick violating the captives' butts. Miss Proctor's heart raced. Her 
skin tingled with erotic electricity. What a luscious combination! Those two 
lovely teenyboppers, best friends, bare and butt to butt, while Mr. Leary 
sucked their pussies. The waves of pain and horror emanating from them, 
caused by the obscene intrusion of the broomstick, and the searing caress of 
Miss Proctor's blacksnake lash. The feeling of having her own cunt stuffed 
absolutely full of rampant male cock! 

It was unspeakably delicious. 

Breath coming faster, Miss Proctor laid down a wicked rain of blows on the 
sweat-clad, shining rumps of the two girls. Uncontrollably they jerked and 
bucked and writhed under the lash. As they did so, they fucked themselves 
and each other excruciatingly up the ass with the unyielding length of wood. 

Nancy's senses reeled. This couldn't be real! The pain was light-years worse 
than anything she'd felt before. All the whippings she'd had since her 
father found her fucking Greg, at home and at Proctor, rolled into one and 
added to the time Leary stubbed his cigarette out on her rump-all this was 
not one tenth as bad as being flogged while the broomstick was impaling her 
ass. She wished she could die-not now, but ten minutes ago. 

The incredible thing was that Leary was still greedily gobbling her pussy as 
well as Gwen's. And the pleasure of having her cunt eaten was as remarkably 
intense as the pain she was undergoing! 

She wondered if she were losing her mind. 

The headmistress was in paradise. Sadistic pleasure mingled with brilliant 
physical joy from her cock-gorged cunt. Her pussy drooled all over Leary's 
bah sac, and the shaft of his mighty cock glistened with pussy oil. Those 
two mewling sluts were shrieking and squirming harder with every stroke of 
her whip-and with every whip stroke they butt-fucked each other more cruelly 
with the broom handle. 

Her pussy was giving Leary's stiff prick the full treatment. It was 
squeezing his cock so hard he could scarcely breathe. Like a shark in the 
feeding frenzy, he gobbled the two pussies poised above his face. 

Nancy shook her head crazily. What was happening? The worst pain of her 
whole life was wracking her body, but she was teetering on the brink of 
climax. By some ESP she knew Gwen was feeling the same bizarre conflict of 
pleasure and pain. Her pussy was being chewed, sucked, licked and 
tongue-fucked by an expert! 

Nancy heard a voice screaming. She recognized it as Miss Proctor's. The 
headmistress flailed her captives orgiastically as her pussy collapsed 
around Leary's cock. Taken by surprise, Leary fired his come up her 
clenching cunt. 

Then the impossible happened. Nancy came! 

Chapter Eight 

Nancy's ass felt as if it had been filled and coated with napalm, inside and 
out, and set afire. But overriding the burning pain was the blinding, 
gut-wrenching cataclysm of orgasm. Leary's tongue-lashing was bringing her 
off! 

Gwen sobbed loudly. The two girls' asses were soaked with cunt juice and 
Leary's saliva. The assistant headmaster felt a hot rush of oils spill over 
his face from the plumper girl's cunt, and he knew Gwen was coming as hot 
and heavy as Nancy. 

He was coming too. Miss Proctor's cunt seemed to be trying to suck his cock 
clear to her tonsils. He began pumping machine-gun bursts of jism into the 
farthest reaches of the redhead's pussy. He seemed to be bathed in rich cunt 
sauces from three climaxing, slavering pussies. 

Miss Proctor's orgasm sucked Leary's cock dry. It shook her magnificent nude 
body like a rag doll and then dropped her. She cried out in the final throes 
of passion and fell onto her side. 

Leary's deflating cock slipped gently from her red-furred pussy. It uncorked 
a brief torrent of cunt honey and spent jism. The whip fell from her hand. 

Nancy could barely believe the whipping had stopped. Her ass was still 
monstrously sore from the lashing, and from the terrible twisting and 
prodding of the broomstick implanted in it. At the same time, the frantic 
clenching and unclenching of her pussy was only just dying away. She had 
actually come, while being brutally tortured. 

"Nancy," Gwen said in a strangled voice, "what's happening to us?" Nancy 
knew that her friend had had the same experience. 

"They're changing us," Nancy said bitterly. "They're not content to make us 
perform like puppets. They have to change us as well as fuck us!" 

Miss Proctor climbed to her feet. Pussy juice and sperm slobbered her 
thighs. She walked languidly around to where Gwen's cheek lay against the 
floor and sat down. 

"All right, bitch," she said, parting her thighs. "Lick my pussy clean!" 

Gwen made a gagging sound. Miss Proctor had retrieved her whip. She let it 
do the talking. A new welt crawled across Gwen's bare ass, and both bound 
girls howled at the renewed agony in then-assholes. 

Something damp and sticky dripped onto Nancy's cheek. She looked up to see 
Leary's fire-hose-like cock, thoroughly slimed with his jism and Miss 
Proctor's pussy potion, dangling inches above her face. "You know the drill, 
baby," he leered. "Lick it clean or suffer." 

Philosophically, Nancy took the prick into her mouth and began tonguing it. 
Certainly it was nasty-rubbery and greasy, like uncooked squid. But so what? 
She'd had worse things in her mouth the last two weeks. Much worse. Cunt 
sauce and sperm were nothing new by this time. 

Gwen, however, was having a bad time licking the headmistress' satiated cunt 
clean. She had never eaten pussy before, and the very idea nauseated her. To 
make things worse, Miss Proctor's cunt was a gooey mess of congealing come. 
Little gobbets of it were scattered everywhere in the folds and crevices of 
the pink quim. The smell made her stomach turn, and the taste was worse. 

Still, the idea of feeling the cut of the whip again, and then the wrenching 
in her bowels as the broomstick twisted, made Gwen's stomach turn too. Tears 
streamed from her eyes, but she lapped Miss Proctor's cunt clean as a 
newborn baby's. 

Finally Nancy and Gwen's disgusting chores were done. The headmistress and 
her assistant got to their feet. Girls came out and began pulling Gwen and 
Nancy slowly apart. The broomstick rasped their ass channels like sandpaper, 
but when it came out, it was sweet relief. 

Gradually, she became aware of the audience once more. The nearest men were 
scarcely ten feet away. Nancy didn't waste any energy on embarrassment at 
what she'd just been put through before a live audience. All she thought 
was, what next? 

It must be a doozy, she decided. Leary crouched by Gwen, stroking her as 
though she were a wounded animal. As a wickedly-grinning Melinda untied her 
wrists, Nancy saw that Leary's cock was getting hard again, already at half 
mast. 

That meant somebody was going to be hurting soon. Nothing got Leary hot like 
the prospect of causing a beautiful girl to writhe in pain. With a sinking 
sensation, Nancy waited to see what would come next. 

She soon found out. Meg and Melinda, nipples hard with anticipation, wheeled 
something on a tripod onstage. Nancy stared, then gave a weak cry. This was 
too much. 

It was a charcoal grill, filled with glowing coals. 

Blissfully ignorant of this new horror, Gwen lay limply on her side. Leary 
saw the grill come on though. His cock was instantly fully erect. He went to 
his knees by the adolescent's ass, raised a thigh, and fucked his prick into 
her still-damp cunt. She grunted, then sighed with pleasure. 

"On your feet," Miss Proctor ordered Nancy. Wearily, the girl obeyed. Miss 
Proctor had her whip. Nancy could hear the squelching sound of Leary fucking 
Gwen's sopping pussy as she lay on her side. 

Large amber eyes lit fearfully on the grill. A steel rod had been thrust 
amongst the coals to heat. Miss Proctor saw where Nancy's gaze went, and 
fished the rod out gingerly by the end farthest from the heat. She held it 
up for Nancy to see. 

It was a branding iron. Glowing white hot was a large capital P. 

"The Proctor Reform School brand," the flaming-haired headmistress announced 
proudly. "Only used in special cases. Our new arrival is one and you, young 
lady, -will have "he honor of personally applying it." 

"What?" 

"You," Miss Proctor grinned. "You will brand your friend on the right 
buttock with this iron. Before Mr. Leary has finished fucking her." 

The smile widened, turned diabolic. "Or you will be branded with it 
yourself!" 

Nancy froze. What a dilemma. She could apply that hideously hot iron to her 
best friend's bare butt-or have it used on her! She began to cry. 

Gwen looked up. She saw the glowing iron, already cooling to cherry. "What?" 
she demanded. 

"For you, little one," Mr. Leary told her. Gwen yelped and tried to twist 
away. Leary drove his cock home hard, pinning her to the floor. She started 
screaming hysterically for someone to help her. 

The audience sat enthralled. No one was about to step in. That would ruin 
the show-and where else could a man see a beautiful nude girl actually 
branded with a hot iron? Then one of the young men in the center started to 
get up. A neighbor's hand on his arm restrained him. 

Leary laughed aloud as he fucked his prick in and out of Gwen's tight 
snatch. Her cunt muscles were constricted with fear. And the very thought of 
what was about to happen had him practically coming off already. 

"Better hurry it up, baby," he called to Nancy. "I'm going to shoot my load 
any old minute. I especially like to have 'em branded just as I'm about to 
come. Adds something to it, y'know?" 

Miss Proctor took a step forward. Nancy stood stiff as a board. "Well?" Miss 
Proctor asked softly. "Time is running out." 

Nancy could feel the heat washing over her tits. The headmistress took 
another step. Gwen was bawling. Leary's cock was plunging in and out with a 
wet fruity sound. God, that iron was close. Close to her nipples, the 
tender, incredibly sensitive tips of her full young boobs. 

Miss Proctor extended her arm. The glowing metal came still closer to 
Nancy's heaving, perspiration-covered jugs. That's where Miss Proctor would 
burn her if she disobeyed. Right on the nipple. The P would burn deeply into 
her soft tit. 

"Take it, darling," Miss Proctor urged. Her green eyes glowed. The 
reflection of the red-hot iron glittered hellishly in their depths. 

"Ahh! I-jeez! Can't... hold ... out... much .. " longer!" Leary gritted. 
Gwen's pussy was clamped tightly shut-or would have been but for his 
thrusting fucking in and out of it. As if of their own volition, her 
lushly-padded hips were beginning to move. He couldn't take much more. 

Closer came the iron. Closer ... Nancy's breasts were getting uncomfortably 
warm. The branding iron was a foot away. Eleven inches. It would burn. It 
would be indescribable. "Take it or feel it yourself!" Miss Proctor hissed. 

Nancy quailed. She couldn't bear it. Even the thought of having the glowing 
metal touch her tit was too horrifying. But she did not reach for the iron. 

She knew she never would. 

"Uggh!" Leary grunted. Nancy bit her hp. The iron seemed as big and hot as 
the Sun. The iron approached. 

"Too late!" Leary sang out. "You'll... be,.. sorry!" 

His semen jetted into Gwen's cunt. Nancy stumbled backwards. Miss Proctor 
came on, aiming the red-hot iron, grinning. 

Movement exploded from the audience. Ten lean young men boiled up over the 
seats, trampling patrons in their rush. Tiny shield-shaped bits of metal 
glittered in their hands-and cold, snub-nose, blued-steel revolvers. 

"Hold it right there!" one cried. "Police!" 

Leary jumped back. His cock sprang free of Gwen's pussy, spraying jism in 
all directions. Nancy turned and ran. A cop was wrestling with the 
nearly-naked Miss Proctor, and another was kicking Leary into a senseless 
huddle when the man made a grab for him. 

The naked girl leaned down and grabbed Gwen by the arm. By main force she 
dragged her friend across the floor. Nobody paid them any attention. There 
was too much confusion everywhere. The cops were too busy rounding up the 
torturers to worry about keeping track of the tortured. 

At last Gwen got to her feet. The pair raced off the stage, through a 
screaming melee of half-naked girls. It didn't matter to either that they 
were both wholly naked. All that mattered was getting out of there! 

Into the nighttime chill burst Gwen and Nancy. A figure detached itself from 
shadow. Nancy shrieked and recoiled. 

A gleam of light illuminated a face. "Greg!" Then she collapsed, sobbing, in 
her younger brother's arms. 

Soothingly, the boy patted his sister's naked shoulders. Gwen gaped at him 
in astonishment. "How-what-why are you here-now?" 

Greg grinned past Nancy's ear. "Who do you think tipped off the cops?" 

Suddenly a new glare lit the night, flickering orange and red. "Fire!" 
somebody screamed. "The classrooms are on fire!" 

Gwen looked a question at her friend's brother. "I took care of that, too," 
he affirmed. 

"Why?" 

"The records. Don't want our Dad connected with this. He's a hypocritical 
old bastard, but he had no idea what was really going on out here." 

Nancy lifted her tear-streaming face. "You shouldn't have done that!" she 
exclaimed. "Let the son of a bitch pay!" 

Greg shook his head. "You'll think of a better way." He took off his 
windbreaker and draped it around his sister. 

People were boiling out of the theater, running in all directions. A figure 
broke away from the crush. Men shouted after it, but it headed straight for 
the classroom-administration building. It was a tall, feminine figure whose 
skin gleamed blue in the starlight. Red hair streamed out behind. 

"Hey! Not in there!" Orange light was dancing behind every window. For an 
instant Miss Proctor's naked body was silhouetted in the glare of a doorway. 
Men raced after her. 

With a roar and a heavenward cascade of sparks, the roof fell in. A thin 
scream issued from the inferno. 

Nancy turned away and vomited. * * * "A little higher and to the right," 
Nancy directed. "Ah-there! Niiiiice!" 

Obligingly, Greg shifted his well-lathered tongue to where his sister told 
him to. The flavor of his sister's pussy filled his mouth. He slurped 
contentedly at Nancy's cunt. 

She lay back in the overstuffed chair. "Shameful, isn't it, Daddy?" she 
asked. Her father shifted uneasily on the den sofa. He crossed his legs in 
an effort to conceal the increasing stiffness of his cock, but without 
success. 

"Isn't it just wretched, the way these perverted young people display 
themselves in public?" the girl taunted. She cupped heavy boobs in the palms 
of her hands. "Imagine, a girl having her own brother lapping at her 
pussy-in front of her own father!" 

She rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger, feeling them stiffen 
with desire. Her tongue flicked over her lips. "Terrible," she said 
breathlessly. "Why, it's almost as terrible as a father who ties up and 
whips his own daughter- and then makes her suck his cock. Don't you think 
so?" 

Greg brushed Nancy's clit lightly with his teeth. She tensed. 
"Aaaaaah-yesss," she breathed. "And how about a father who sells his 
daughter into slavery?" 

"I didn't-" Ian Redmond began. He broke off and looked away. 

"I don't remember telling you to speak," Nancy said dangerously. Greg 
started sucking her clit. Warm tinglings climbed up through her belly. She 
relaxed. 

"A Superintendent of Schools," she said huskily, so that the words were just 
audible above Greg lapping at her pussy, "could get into a lot of trouble if 
it was found out he took his adolescent daughter to a reform school that 
just happened to get itself involved in the worst sex scandal in the history 
of this city. Imagine! Beautiful young girls, tied up and tortured, forced 
to perform all kinds of unspeakable acts for the amusement of a lot of 
wealthy old perverts." 

She caught her breath. Her nipples ballooned between her fingers. Her belly 
was starting to go hollow, a sure sign she was about to come. 

"Yes. Lesbianism. Anal sex. Oral sex. Bestiality. No decent person could 
believe the things that go on in a place like that." She leveled a cool gaze 
at her father. "And even if a fire fortunately destroyed all records 
connecting the Superintendent of Schools to a foul place like that-well, his 
daughter would still know the truth, wouldn't she? And she could cause her 
dear sweet Daddy a whole lot of trouble-if he didn't do exactly as she 
said-from then on!" 

Nancy closed her eyes. Greg spiraled his tongue tip around her clitoris. She 
played frantically with her rigid nipples. Greg whipped his sister's passion 
to a froth, then jammed his tongue deep in her pussy. 

"Oooooohhhaaaahhhhhhh," moaned Nancy. A moist flesh strangled Greg's tongue 
erotically. Nancy's tender ass came off the chair. She fucked herself hard 
on her brother's tongue while a delicious climax worked her over, body and 
soul. The room filled with the aroma of aroused cunt. 

"That was delightful, Greg dear," Nancy declared, when she slumped back from 
the pinnacle of ecstasy. "As a reward I'm going to suck your cock the way 
most men only dream about." She stood up, motioning her brother to sit in 
the chair. Then she fell to her knees, ready to worship his magnificent 
cock. 

"Oh, and Daddy," Nancy said, wagging her ass provocatively in the air, "you 
are going to fuck your darling daughter up the ass. Perverted, isn't it? 
Disgusting what these young people will stoop to-especially when they hold 
the whip hand!" 

She wrapped her lips around the meaty richness of her baby brother's cock. 
It tasted wonderful. She heard steps on the carpet. A cool hand was laid on 
her ass. 

"Get it greasy first!" she commanded, then returned her attention to sucking 
cock. Her father's giant prick slid into her pussy for a coating of oil. 

Then firm hands were spreading her asscheeks. The warm firm wetness of the 
greasy cockhead pressed against her asshole, pushed inside. Pulsing cock 
filled her ass. Nice. 

This was only the beginning, Nancy thought. She felt sure she recognized 
some of the men who had paid well for their unnatural kicks at Miss 
Proctor's. Some of them could afford a disclosure like that even less than 
her father. Which meant they might pay more for their fun than they 
anticipated. 

With her mouth full of cock and her ass being gently fucked by her father's 
huge prick, Nancy knew satisfaction. She had a rosy future ahead. She was, 
as she'd promised herself back in the hell of Proctor, getting her own back. 
Starting now. 

She sighed around the plug of cock and rolled her hips to take in every bit 
of sensation from her father's cock entering her ass. 


End
