Object of Affection  
H. Dean (former EB)

CHAPTER 1

She heard the footsteps coming into the classroom and looked up. She sighed. It was him again.

"Yes, Albie?" she said, a little irritably.

The gawky teenager stood in front of her, squirming a little. "Uh, Mrs. Jones, I..." He swallowed. "I just wanted..."
She laid her pen down resignedly. It was bad enough having to stay back late marking term papers, without a lovesick fifteen-year-old hanging around to complicate things. "Albie," she said gently, "I'm busy."

He flushed. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Jones." Then he started fumbling hurriedly in his bag. "I... I just wanted to show you something." He flattened the colored sheets down in front of her on the desk.
For a moment she didn't register. They looked like colored photocopies, blurry and of poor quality, of some naked pinup girl.
She felt the outrage growing in her and was just opening her mouth to protest. And then suddenly it hit her.

"Albie," she said weakly, "where in God's name did you find these?"

He was looking steadily at her, his body unnaturally tense. Then he relaxed, and let out a long, slow, ragged breath. "So," he whispered,  "It is you."

Immediately she realized her mistake. "I don't know what you're talking about," she snapped, trying to keep her voice from shaking. "How dare you come in here and show me these disgusting..."
His expression was triumphant. "Hot damn!" he said exultantly. "I knew it was you. It says `Susan' under the pictures and I just knew it was you!" He reached down to take back the sheets and she quickly jerked them away out of his reach.

"I... I think the best thing to do with these is to burn them," she said, jumping up and crumpling them hurriedly in her hands. "There are matches in the storage cupboard..."

" Mrs. Jones." His voice came from behind her, cutting through her haste. "I've still got the originals."

She stopped, trembling, and felt the tears beginning to sting her eyes. Then she took a deep breath and turned around slowly to face him. He was sitting on the corner of her desk, toying idly with her pen, not looking at her. Suddenly he looked bigger, more self-
assured - and much older than fifteen.

"Albie..." Her mouth worked, trying to force the words out. "Albie, for God's sake, it was ten years ago. I needed money to go to college, I..." "Mr. Jones know about these?"
She stared at him wordlessly. She could feel her tears building.
"How about the school Principal?"

The tears were running down her cheeks now. "Albie, please, for God's sake..."

He looked up at her at last. "My name's Albert," he said. "I don't like it when people call me Albie."

She stood looking at him, still trembling. "What do you want?" Her hands were squeezing the wadded paper so hard that her fingers hurt. "Damn it, what do you WANT?"

He just sat there, staring steadily at her. Finally he spoke. "I want you to be nice to me. That's all." His mouth twisted. "I just want one person who'll do that."

She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, trying to control her trembling. "Albie..." He frowned and she corrected herself hurriedly. "I mean, Albert. I... I don't dislike you, Albert. And I don't think I've ever been mean to you, have I?" He didn't reply, andshe pressed her advantage. "Have I, Albert?"
"I guess not," he said reluctantly. He looked back down at the desk.

She tried to keep her voice steady. "And you must have a family who cares about you. I've seen the expensive clothes and things that you've been given. Your mother and father..."

"I haven't seen my mother in two years. And my Dad hardly ever comes home, for God's sake, so he won't have to put up with me. He says... he says it's a serviced apartment anyway, and the maid's there to clean up my mess." He looked at her. "There's no one who really gives a damn about me - not even you."

She felt her sense of desperation growing. "That's not true, Albert.
I've always treated you fairly. I've always tried to encourage you to do good work." She hesitated. "I've... I've always liked you." Even to her own ears it rang hollow.
"Oh yeah?" His lip curled. "Then how come you treat me like the local nerd every time I come anywhere near you?"
"Alb-Albert, it's not that. It's just that I've got so much to do and you're always..."
"Always underfoot," he said bitterly. "I know. Like some stupid little kid brother." He stood up. "Well, now the stupid little kid brother's gonna call the tune for a change. Unless you want lots of people to see those pictures."

Her shoulders sagged in defeat. She felt utterly cold inside. "All right," she whispered. "What do you want?" She could feel her tears starting again.

"I want you to come home with me to my apartment." He pulled a sour face. "To my very own fancy serviced apartment. And when we get there I want you to be nice to me. Real nice."

Oh God, she thought desperately, I don't believe this. He's a fifteen- year-old kid, for God's sake. "Albert, I... I can't do that.
My husband - he's expecting me home."
"He's away," he said brutally. "On a business trip. I found that out."

Yes, she though bitterly, he is away. He's never around when I need him. And now here I am, stuck with this vindictive little teenage nerd, who wants to blackmail me into doing God knows what...

His voice interrupted her thoughts. "Pack up your things. We're going in your car. To my apartment."

She made one last desperate effort to regain control. " I... I won't do it. I won't do it, I tell you." Her trembling was getting worse. "I'm going straight to the Principal to report you for attempted blackmail. And then I'm going to the police."

He just stood there looking at her. "The Principal's gone home, Mrs. Jones. You'll have to wait till the morning." Then he started to smile. "But you can still go to the cops. The photos should be all over the papers by tomorrow. Then you won't have to worry about telling the Principal. Or your husband."

"Oh God." The words were torn out of her. She groped blindly for a chair. "Oh God." Then she was weeping again, the tears pouring down her cheeks and falling onto the front of her blouse. "Oh God!"
Finally her sobbing slowed and stopped. He was still standing in front of her. And then she realized he was holding out a tissue, offering it to her. She took it without thinking and pressed it to her face.

"You don't have to cry, Mrs. Jones" his voice was low, almost tender. "All I want is for you to be nice to me."

The drive was like a nightmare. All she could remember afterwards was that he was sitting beside her and that it was late enough for the streetlights to be on. And after she switched off the engine in the basement car park she realized she had no memory whatever of how she had driven there.

She closed her eyes as they traveled up in the elevator. This isn't happening, she kept telling herself. This isn't happening. But the shudder as the elevator came to a halt was all too real, and the soft swish of the doors opening was like the loudest sound she had ever heard. Then she jumped as she felt his hand close around her upper arm, and she followed him dumbly out into the hallway.
He unlocked the door of the apartment and then stood back, holding the door open for her. She noticed, almost with surprise, that he was trembling. "Please come in, " he said thickly. "Please come in to my apartment."

He locked the deadlock behind them and then sagged suddenly against the door. "I don't believe it," he whispered. "It's actually happened." He turned around and looked at her. "I've done it.
You're actually here - in this apartment. And you're locked in!" He moved towards her and she shrank back against the door.

"Please," she begged, holding up her hands to ward him off, "don't come any closer. Please." She took several deep shaky breaths. "Why... why don't we stop this right now, before it goes any further? Just unlock the door and I'll leave, and I promise I'll never say anything to anybody about all this. Please."

"Oh God," he whispered. He was trembling even more. "I'm gonna see you naked. I'm gonna be able to touch you - to touch your... Not just pictures any more. Oh God!" He reached out and, after a moment's hesitation, darted his hand to her blouse, right on top of her left breast. Then he grabbed at her through the clothing.

"Albert!" She snatched at his wrist with both hands, trying frantically to fend him off. "For God's sake stop it! You're just a kid and this is against the law and..."

He stopped, staring almost stupidly into her face. Then he blinked. "No," he breathed. He pulled his hand slowly out of her desperate grasp and brushed the hair back from his forehead. "No," he repeated, louder this time. "Gotta... gotta do this right." He stepped back and sank down into a chair, still trembling. His next words took her completely by surprise. "You want a drink?"

"What...?" She stared down at him uncomprehending, her body still pressed back hard against the locked door.

"A drink," he repeated. "A coke. Or a beer. My Dad keeps all that kind of stuff in the spare refrigerator. Which do you want?"
"Albert," she said frantically, "why don't you forget the drink and just unlock this door? I told you, I'll never say a word..."

Then he was on his feet again, gripping her so hard that it bruised her. "You don't understand. We gotta do it exactly right. Here -
I'll show you." He dragged her towards another door. "That's my computer," he said.

She just gaped at him. He wants to show me his computer? she thought stupidly. At a time like this?

A look of impatience crossed his face. "My computer," he repeated. "That's where the scanned images are. And I've made them all into email attachments - JPEG files - ready to send out.
Don't you understand?"

Computers! Even in the midst of her distress she could feel the old feelings returning, the helpless sense of not understanding, the unpleasant all-too-familiar tightening around her head, like a steel band. Her husband's voice, straining to be patient with her in front of their computer at home: its simple, sweetheart. You just click on here, and when the little window opens... She gripped the edge of the doorframe and tried to stay upright. And what the hell's a jaypeg anyway? she thought desperately. All she could see on the computer screen was flying toasters.

He was still talking to her - meaningless words and phrases about address books and queued messages and firewalls and hacking. He grabbed the mouse and the toasters disappeared. "Look," he said triumphantly, clicking on the screen, "here's the attachment for the first message." And suddenly there was an image of her face, an image from ten years before, looking at her from the screen. She stared, hypnotized.

"And the next message," he went on, clicking again. And this time it was the same picture but with the frame wider, showing her bare shoulders and her hands hugging them. She kept staring helplessly at the screen.

Now there was another image - the same picture again but showing right down to below her waist. Her arms were crossed coyly in front of her breasts, but it was very obvious that she was naked. "And you know what the text says?" he asked. "It says: Do you know this woman?"

I remember that picture, she thought despairingly. It's the most recognizable of them all. Anyone who sees it will know it's me.

"So you see," he said smugly, "you gotta do exactly what I say. OK?"
He twisted around in the chair and stared at her. "So take your clothes off. I wanna see you naked."

It felt unreal, like a horrible dream. There was a pulse pounding in her temple. "Albert..." she began faintly.
"Take them off," he repeated. "Now."
She pressed her forehead against the wall. "Oh God," she whispered.

Her fingers gripped the doorframe so hard that they hurt.

"Don't you believe me?" His voice rose, harsh and angry.
"I'll show you! I'll send the first one right now." He turned back to the computer and clicked viciously with the mouse. "There - it's gone!"

He looked at her over his shoulder. "It'll be in your husband's mailbox in about two minutes. And in the Principal's. I c.c.'d it to him as well."

"What?" she screamed, incredulous. "You did what? You sent one of those pictures to my husband? And to the Principal? Which one did you send?" She took a half step towards him and he shrank back against the desk.

"I... I told you I was gonna do it," he said hastily. "I told you I was gonna do it if you didn't take your clothes off. And you didn't take your clothes off, and I did it."

"But you... you didn't give me time!" she shrieked. "I didn't understand what you were going to do. I... I haven't the faintest idea about computers and all that stuff you were talking about. I didn't understand! Oh God - what did you do?"

"But I told you," he repeated. He stared at her, uncomprehending. "I told you I had the messages all queued up and..." He paused. "You mean you really didn't understand?"

"No!" she wailed despairingly. "And I still don't understand.
What did you DO?"

"Gee, you really are dumb. About computers and stuff." He shook his head in resignation. "So lemme tell it to you slow, all over again.
And this time you'd better listen real good. Otherwise your husband'll end up with a whole photo album of those pictures."
She found herself being drawn unwillingly forward, closer to the hateful screen, as he explained again. She felt sick inside, but she forced herself to pay attention. "This was the first message," he said. "And it says, `Do you know this woman?' And I sent it to your husband and the Principal. And when they click on the attachment they'll see this picture." And the picture of her face was back on the screen.

She felt herself go limp with relief. "You mean that's all you sent?"she whispered. "Just that picture of my face?"
"Yeah, but they'll wonder, won't they? Where it came from, and why it's a picture of you. And when they get the next one..." He clicked again, and there was the next picture, the one of her head and shoulders. "And the one after that..." Her arms were crossed in front of her bare breasts. "And after that..." Now it was one of the more explicit pictures, with her full frontal naked, posing suggestively on a bed.

The initial relief was replaced by dread. "OK, OK," she said desperately. "Please... please don't send any more, Albert." She could feel the tears starting again. "I'll do what you want."
"That's more like it," he breathed. He blinked up at her. "So take your clothes off. Like I said, I wanna see you naked." and from now on," said Albert, "you will call me Mr. May. He emphasized mister hoping to make his point. He was in charge, and he wanted her to know it. He blinked up at her. "So take your clothes off, Mrs. Jones, oh that sounds so formal I'll call you Susan, no Suzie just like in the picture, So Suzie, like I said, I wanna see you naked."
"Oh God!" She turned away from him and began slowly unbuttoning her blouse. Her fingers were shaking so much she could hardly undo the buttons. Then she tensed as his voice came again from behind her.
"Nah," he said. "Turn around and face me. I wanna see it all."
With a low groan of despair she turned around, slowly, ever so slowly, and went on undressing in front of him, forcing her fingers to do what had to be done. He watched her without comment as she let each item of clothing fall unheeded onto the floor. At last she stood nude in front of him. She was trembling so violently she could hardly stand up.

He ran his eyes all over her naked body and licked his lips. "Hot...
damn..." he said slowly. "You're just as sexy as you were ten years ago. Maybe even better."

The situation overwhelmed her at last. Her legs gave way and she sank to her knees on the floor, clutching one arm across the front of her naked breasts and covering her exposed pubis with her other hand. "I'm married," she sobbed. "Only my husband should see me like this. Why are you doing this to me?"

"How many guys saw you like this ten years ago? A million, maybe? Two million?" His voice was pitiless. She bowed her head and wept.
There was a long silence, broken only by her soft sobbing. Then at last he spoke. "Get up, Suzie," he said. "Get up and come over here.
I wanna touch you."

Her crying intensified. "Oh God, Mr. May, please..."

"I'm gonna count to three," he said. "And if you're not standing in front of me when I'm finished I'm gonna send the second message. And then the third one." He paused. "One...... two......"

"Nooooo!" she screamed, scrambling to her feet as fast as she could.
She ran across to him, panting and trembling. "Please, Mr. May..."
He looked up at her from his chair. "Take your arms away from your tits," he said. "And step closer."

She gave a low moan of despair and obeyed him, standing with her arms by her sides. Her trembling had increased. He reached up slowly and grasped her left breast. She flinched, but didn't pull away.
"It's soft," he said wonderingly, as his fingers sank into her flesh.
His other hand moved up to her right breast. "Real soft. I never thought tits'd be as soft as that." He began to play thoughtfully with her nipples, pulling and tugging at them. "And these things are supposed to stick out when you get... you know, horny." He tugged a little harder. "Aren't they?"

She winced under his tugging fingers. "Yes," she whispered wretchedly. "Oh God."
"But they're not sticking out now." He fondled her some more.
"Aren't you horny yet?"
What the hell do you expect! she wanted to scream. You expect me to become aroused from standing here like this and being mauled by a perverted little monster like you? "No, Mr. May," she whispered brokenly. "I'm not horny."
He slid his hands slowly down her body until he was gripping the swell of her hips. He pulled her towards him and she stepped unwillingly closer. He peered almost reverently at her crotch. "My first close up view of pussy," he said wonderingly. "Real pussy." He brushed the backs of his fingers across her pubic bush. "It sure is hairy. More than in your pinups." He looked up at her face. "How come?"

She felt her face burning. "They... they trimmed it," she mumbled. "Before they took the photos." She closed her eyes in humiliation. Then she felt one of his fingers sliding up inside her and she opened her eyes again with a sudden gasp. "Mr. May - please!"
"Where is it?" he asked. "Your clit." He delved deeper. "Is this it?"
She shuddered, holding herself still by a huge effort of will. I will not break, she thought hopelessly. I will not... "Owwww!" she yelped suddenly, her hands flying to grab at his wrist. "Mr. May -
you're hurting me!"

"Well, show me where it is," he said roughly, jabbing into her and making her cry out once more. "Stick your finger in here and show me.
I wanna rub it and make you horny."

She tightened her grip on his wrist. The tears were pouring down her cheeks now - tears of humiliation and helplessness. And she was trembling so much she could hardly stay standing. "All right, Mr.
May," she whispered. "I'll show you. Please stop hurting me and I'll show you."

He pulled his finger almost out of her and then stopped. "OK," he said impatiently. "Put your finger in here beside mine and show me."
Oh God, she thought despairingly, can I sink any lower than this? As she slowly spread her trembling knees apart she thought she was going to fall over, and without thinking she grabbed at his shoulder to steady herself. She tried to insert one finger in beside his but there wasn't room. So she just took hold of his hand and began pushing it slowly back in. "Th...there," she said dully. "Just there.
Don't... don't do it too hard. You'll hurt me."
"That's it?" he asked in surprise. "This teeny thing? And I rub it like this?"

His touch was the most inexpert she had ever felt. She closed her eyes again, gripping his shoulder like a drowning person and trying to stay on her feet. "Yes, Mr. May," she whispered hopelessly. "Just like that."

"And your... your hole must be back here somewhere..." His hand moved in further, pushing her labia apart. "Oh yeah," he sighed as his finger slid up inside her, "There it is." His voice rose. "I don't believe it - I've got my finger right up inside a real pussy!" His finger moved roughly in and out of her again. "And that's where my dick's gonna go. Oh God!"

"Please, Mr. May," she protested shakily. "That hurts. Please stop it. Please."

His finger moved back to her clitoris and started clumsily rubbing it again. "How long have I gotta do it? Are you starting to get horny yet?"

Suddenly she lost it. "No, I am not getting horny!" she almost shrieked, trembling with helpless rage. "This is the most dreadful awful thing that's ever happened to me in my whole life and I am NOT GETTING HORNY!"

He pulled his finger abruptly out of her. "Well get on the bed anyway," he said callously. "I wanna have my first fuck."
The dread flooded back, overwhelming her anger. She sank to her knees again, her hands instinctively clasped in front of her in a pathetic caricature of prayer. "Mr. May, I beg you. This is illegal.
You're under eighteen. If anyone ever finds out that I've... that I've had sex with you, I'll go to jail. Please don't make me do this.
Please!"

He looked down at her, his youthful face hard. "I'm not gonna tell the cops. Are you?" Then he stood up and began to take off his T-
shirt. "I can always send more messages instead," he added, as his face disappeared inside the shirt.

She stayed on her knees in front of him, staring almost sightlessly at the bulge of his erection inside his jeans. Oh God, she thought despairingly, what am I going to do? Then she became aware that he was speaking again. "Count of three," he said. "One...... two......"
"Ohhhhhhhh!" It was a cry of pain, dragged out of her very depths.
She floundered up onto the bed, her eyes blinded with tears, and lay there huddled in the fetal position. "Oh God!"

She heard the sound of clothing moving against skin, and then he was climbing onto the bed with her. She felt his naked body pressing against hers, felt the hardness of his erection digging into her bare buttock. "Roll over onto your back, Suzie," he hissed into her ear. "And spread your legs."

She obeyed him. She felt completely numb. She kept her eyes jammed shut as he clambered on top of her, groping clumsily at her crotch. "Now, where's that hole?" he muttered. "Ahhhh - there it is!"

She felt the head of his penis pressing at the mouth of her vagina and then heard him sigh as he slowly pushed himself into her. "Oh God," he gasped. "What a feeling. Oh God!"

Then without warning he started pumping into her at full speed, his erection pistoning violently in and out of her unready vagina, driving her limp body down against the mattress again and again. "First fuck..." he panted wildly. "Oh yeah... yeah... yeah...
Oh God... Feels so good... Oh yeah... Oh yeah... Oh yeaaaaaahhh...
aaahhh!... aaahhh!... aaahhh!... aaaaaahhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkk!!"

And then she felt all his teenage semen starting to flood out inside her.

She was weeping again as he lay trembling on top of her, his hoarse panting slowing subsiding. "Oh God..." he gasped at last, "that was fucking fantastic..." He grabbed one of her breasts with a trembling hand and squeezed it. "Fucking fantastic," he repeated wearily. "And I can... I can do it again as much as I want. `Cause you... you gotta do everything I tell you." He let out a long, contented sigh and tightened his grip on her breast, snuggling himself down into her nakedness. "Oh God... I'll never waste time... jerking off again...
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh God...!"

His dead weight kept her pressed down against the bed. She could feel his invading organ slowly softening inside her, feel his warm semen trickling slowly out of her bruised vagina. She squeezed her eyes shut even tighter. How did I get into this? she thought in helpless agony. I've just let a fifteen-year-old kid have sex with me.I've just broken the law. Why in God's name did I ever pose for those damned pictures? And why did he have to find them? Him of all people.
Oh God!


 CHAPTER 2

After what seemed an eternity he rolled off her and lay beside her on the bed. He propped himself up somewhat shakily on one elbow. "You're a great fuck, Suzie." He smiled thinly. "The best I've ever had, seeing it was my first."
She blinked at him through her tears. "Can I... can I go now?" she begged. "You... you've got what you wanted, haven't you?"
"Nah," he said, reaching out and absentmindedly fondling one of her breasts, "you can't go yet. I wanna do it at least six more times before morning."
"Mr. May," she said desperately, "I can't stay here all night! What if my husband phones and I'm not there? What's he going to think?"
He grasped her nipple and pulled her breast up into a long cone, then released it and watched it flop back against her chest. "What's he gonna think if he gets more of those pictures, Suzie?"
"Mr. May - please!" she begged. "I can't stay - I just can't!"
"Well..." he said slowly. He was pulling up her other breast now, stretching it higher and higher. "Maybe I could let you go home by midnight, if you do everything I want." He pulled harder at her nipple, making her wince. "Maybe..."
"A...Mr. May," she gasped, longing to grab at his tugging fingers but not daring to upset him. "Mr. May, I... owwww!... I'll do anything!
But please say I can leave by ten. Please, Mr. May. Owwwwww!"
"Anything?" he said thoughtfully. He sat up on the bed and grabbed her other nipple, then began slowly pulling them both up as hard as he could. "Anything?"
"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped, her mouth gaping open and her eyes bulging as she fought to endure the pain. She gripped the sheets and arched her body high up on the bed, trying vainly to follow the relentless tugging at her breasts. "Oh God - yessssssssssss!!"
He released her abruptly, and she fell back down onto the bed with a sobbing groan of relief. "OK," he said shortly. "For now it's ten p.m. But each time you say no it'll be another hour before you can go home. Understand?"
"Y...yes, Mr. May," she gasped, rubbing at her bruised nipples, trying to ease the pain. "I'll do anything you want. I won't say no."
"You better not. `Cause if it's a bad enough no I'll just start sending messages. Got it?"
"Yes, Mr. May!" Her voice rose. "I've got it. I won't say no, OK?"
"Alllll right..." he said slowly. "Then here we go." He lay back down beside her and looked at her, propped up on his elbow again. His hand went once more to her breast. "Tell me about fucking. How many guys did you let fuck you before you met your husband?" His fingers massaged her soft flesh.
She felt her face starting to burn. "I..." She fell silent for a moment, but began again when he started to frown. "Two," she said hastily. "I slept with two guys before I met Rob."
His hand began sliding slowly down her naked body. "How old were you when the first guy fucked you?"
The tears were coming back - she could feel them stinging her eyes. "Seventeen," she whispered.
"Hah!" he grunted. "So you broke the law. How `bout that, Mrs. Only-
My-Husband Jones?" His hand had reached her crotch by now. "How was it, the first time?"
It was hell, she thought savagely. He was drunk and it hurt and he tore my dress and I got his mess all over my clothes... "It wasn't much fun," she said dully.
His finger slid inside her wet vagina. "How about the second guy? Was he more fun?"
Eddie! In spite of his intruding finger she closed her eyes, remembering. Oh, the things he showed me... He was wonderful! For a moment the memories crowded out her present humiliation. "Oh yes -
much better," she whispered.
His finger was moving in and out of her now. "Tell me about the best time you had with him. And make it real hot and sexy. I want it to get me hard again for my second fuck."
No! she screamed to herself, longing to jam her legs together but not daring. I can't make what happened between Eddie and me into a cheap porno story for a little pervert like you. It was too special, it...
"Eleven p.m.," he said suddenly.
Her eyes flew open. "What...?"
"Eleven p.m.," he repeated. "You took too long to get started, so now you gotta stay till eleven. And if you take any longer it'll be midnight."
"Oh God, Mr. May - please..."
His finger was making sloppy sucking sounds as it moved in and out of her semen-soaked vagina. "You want it to be midnight? Or one a.m.?"
"OK - OK," she said desperately. "He... we..." She stopped, and sucked in a deep shuddering breath. "It was after the college prom.
I'd... I'd just turned eighteen. We drove out to a grassy spot beside the lake. It was... it was warm, and when he started undressing me on the blanket I didn't feel cold at all. And we were both a little bit drunk."
"Keep talking." His finger was still moving.
"He... he started kissing my breasts. He... licked my nipples. And sucked them."
"You mean like this?" He leaned over to her and put his mouth on one of her breasts.
No, it wasn't like that at all, she thought despairingly. He was so wonderful and gentle and skillful, and I felt feelings like I'd never felt in my life before. All I feel now is turned off. And trapped.
And horrible! "Yes, Mr. May," she whispered. "It was just like that."
He lifted his mouth from her breast. "Then what?"
"He... he slipped his hand down between my legs." She was trembling with shame and humiliation now, her voice so low that he could hardly hear her. "And then he started stroking my... around near my...
my..." She stopped, unable to continue.
"Around near your pussy. Is that what you mean? Around near your cunt." His fingers entwined themselves in her pubic hair and began to tug gently. When she stayed silent he tugged again. "You want midnight? Or just some more messages to your husband?"
"All right!" she burst out. "Near my... my pussy! Satisfied now?"
"Nope," he said, tugging a little harder. "You sound too damn high and mighty for someone who's gotta do anything I tell them.
Say `cunt'. Finish the rest of the story and say `cunt' all the way through."
She gave a small choking sob. "Mr. May, please..."
"This is your last warning, Suzie. I'm getting kinda teed off with all these noes."
"Oh God." She closed her eyes and turned her face away from him, her shame total and complete. "I... he... He stroked me near my... my cunt. And then he slipped one finger up inside my cunt and... and played with my clitoris and..."
He interrupted her. "Did that make you horny?"
Oh God, she thought, it set my whole body on fire! It was like divine electricity! I've never felt anything like it before or since. "Yes, I got excited," she whispered. Just uttering the words seemed somehow to devalue the whole experience. She squeezed her eyes tighter and groaned softly.
"What did you do?" he insisted. "What kind of things did you do when you started getting horny?" His emphasis on the last word made it clear that he wanted her to say it. Then his finger found her clitoris and started clumsily stroking it.
"I... I guess I started moaning and... and writhing around on the blanket when I started getting... getting horny. I... I remember my hips started bouncing up and down..." God, this is so humiliating!
"Show me," he commanded. "Do it like you did it then." He kept slowly rubbing her clitoris.
Can this possibly get any worse? she thought desperately. Slowly and unwillingly she began lifting her hips up and down on the bed. "Ohhhh," she said mechanically. "Ahhhh... Ohhhh..."
"Faster," he said, rubbing her more urgently. "Do it faster. And louder."
"Mmmmfff!" she moaned, biting her lip and wincing at the painful clumsiness of his fingers. She began moving her hips up and down faster and faster, pounding her bare buttocks against the mattress. "Ahhh!" she said loudly. "Ahhh! Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh!" Oh God, she thought despairingly, how long do I have to keep up this obscene charade? "Oooooo! Ahhh! Ohhhhhh!!"
"Yes!" he shouted suddenly. "I'm hard again! And I've got you horny too - I can tell!" He scrambled urgently on top of her, fumbling with his penis at the mouth of her vagina. "Wrap your legs around me," he panted. "And your arms. Claw my back - like in those cable movies! Oh God - do it!"
She moved under him like an automaton, following his instructions as best she could, digging her heels into his buttocks and her fingernails into his back. "Oh yes!" he shouted, humping wildly up and down on top of her. "I love it! Oh God! And this time... I won't shoot my load... right away... Maybe last... five minutes!... Oh God, squeeze me tighter! Claw me some more! Oh yes... Oh yes... Oh yes!"
His groin was slapping violently against hers now, his penis pounding her tender vagina again and again, his whole body immersed in the sex act. He panted and moaned and writhed and howled on top of her, and she lay under him with her body jerking at every thrust and her arms and legs mechanically doing what he wanted. She was just starting to believe that it was going to go on forever when he suddenly let out a scream. "Yeeeeeeesssssss!" he yelled. "I'm comiiiiiiiiiinnnnngggg!!
Oh yeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssss!!"
Dear God, she thought despairingly, feeling even more warm teenage semen flooding into her abused vagina, how long is this going to last? How long have I got to be a sex toy for this little monster?
She tightened her arms mechanically around his trembling body and tried not to sob out loud. What in heaven's name am I going to do?
As his gasping and panting began to slow she sneaked a quick glance at her watch. Oh God, she thought, appalled - it's only just after seven. I've got another four hours of this! And I think my vagina's red raw already! She cast around frantically for something to distract him. "Mr. May," she whispered hesitantly, forcing the words out, trying to sound as if being raped by a fifteen-year-old was the most natural thing in the world, "it's... it's getting late. Aren't you getting hungry?"
"What...?" he gasped wearily. "What'd you say?"
"It's after seven. Don't you... don't you want something to eat?"
He squirmed slowly and languidly on top of her. "Nah," he sighed. "It's too much fun being right here." His hand closed around one of her breasts and began to squeeze. Then his hips began moving lazily up and down against her sopping wet groin.
He can't be! she thought incredulously. He can't possibly be ready to do it again! Oh God!
"Oh shit," he moaned tiredly, "I'm all fucked out. It'll be at least an hour before I can get it up again." His hand tightened on her breast. "You sure know how to fuck, Suzie. How many times a night do you do it when you... when your husband's home?"
No! her mind screamed. I can't talk about... about me and Rob. Not to HIM! A small involuntary sob escaped her. "Oh God," she whispered.
"Did you just say no, Suzie?" His tone was less sleepy now.
"Mr. May, please - I..."
He rolled off her abruptly and stood up beside the bed. His young face was suddenly dark with anger. "You don't believe me, do you?" he almost shouted. "You think I'm just some stupid little kid who won't do what he says he's gonna do. Well, I'll show you!" And he moved unsteadily but rapidly towards the computer.
"Noooooooo!!" she screamed, scrambling off the bed and launching herself frantically at him. "Oh God, Mr. May, please," she gabbled, "please, please, please don't send those messages!" She grabbed at his bare legs before he could swing them under the desk, then started urgently kissing his chest, his stomach, his thighs. "Please, Mr. May, I'll do anything. Anything!" Her trembling fingers quickly found his flaccid penis and cradled it, and she sank her face into his crotch. "Please, Mr. May," she gasped, closing her mouth desperately around the sticky wet tip of his organ. "I'll..."
<lick, lick, suck, suck> "...I'll do anything, Mr. May..." <suck, lick, lick, suck> "...Please, Mr. May - oh God, please..." <suck, slurp, lick, lick, slurp, slurp, suck...> She felt his fingers tightening in her hair. Maybe he hasn't sent them yet, she thought wildly. Maybe I wasn't too late. She redoubled her efforts and heard him groan: "Oh shit... that's too much! Oh fuck!"
But his organ was still slack between her fingers. She began frantically rubbing up and down the limp shaft, urgently fondling his testicles, sucking and licking and kissing the head of his penis. If I can just get him hard again, she thought desperately, just make him come again - then maybe he won't send them. Oh God!
Then his fingers were tugging at her hair, pulling her head up out of his lap, tipping her face back to look at him. He looked down at her for a long moment and then gave a tired smile. "Nice try, Suzie," he said, "but you've fucked me dry. It's not gonna get up for a while yet."
"You didn't send them, did you?" she gasped desperately. "I'll do anything if you don't send them."
"Nah, I didn't send them," he said slowly. "I got kinda distracted."
Then as she sagged with relief he went on: "But you didn't do what I said, Suzie. You didn't tell me about you and your husband fucking.
So there's gotta be some payback."
She stared up at him blankly. "What... what do you mean?" she asked weakly.
He was fondling her breasts again. "You're a teacher," he said softly. "You oughta know. What do you do to students who don't do what they're told?"
Her head spun. What did he want? "You mean... demerits? Time out...?"
She stopped, baffled.
"Nah," he said scornfully. "I don't mean all that bleeding-heart goody-goody shit you guys throw at us these days. I mean like they used to do, in the old days. You know." He began gently flicking one of her nipples with his fingernail.
She felt herself starting to go cold all over. Suddenly she did know. "Mr. May," she stammered, "you don't mean... corporal punishment?"
"Yeah - that's right, Suzie. That's what I mean. Pull their pants down and cane them type of stuff. Yeah." His smile was harder now.
She kept staring up at him. "Oh God," she whispered, appalled.
"Of course if you'd rather I just sent the messages..." He began to reach for the mouse.
"No!" She clawed at his wrist. She was crying now. "Please, Mr. May.
I'll... I'll let you do what you want. Please don't send the messages. Please!"
He stopped, his hand still on the mouse, looking at her. "You've been telling me you'll do anything. Haven't you?"
She nodded through her tears. "Yes," she whispered brokenly.
"So prove it." He pointed to the desk. "Pick up that plastic ruler."
She struggled up onto her knees, the desk blurring in front of her through her tears. She followed the direction of his pointing finger and groped almost blindly for the ruler. Then she stayed on her knees on the floor in front of him, holding the ruler out towards him like a naked supplicant before a deity. The tears kept pouring down her cheeks.
He looked at her without expression. "Say: `I didn't do what I was told. I've been bad. Please beat my naughty ass.' "
Her lower lip trembled. "I... I didn't do what I was told," she said, weeping. "I've been bad. Please beat my n...naughty ass. Oh God!"
"Louder," he commanded. "I can't hear you."
"P...please beat my naughty ass!"
"Louder!"
"PLEASE B...BEAT MY NAUGHTY ASS!!"
He smiled wolfishly and took the ruler out of her trembling hands. "I'd love to, Suzie." He stood up. "C'mon. The sofa's the best place." Then he paused in the doorway, looking back at her. "Why don't you crawl all the way out here, to show me that you're real, real sorry for being so bad."
She stared at his retreating nakedness through her tears. Why? she thought despairingly. Why did all this have to happen to me? For God's sake, why? All I did was pose for a few lousy pictures...
His voice came from the open doorway. "I'm waiting, Suzie."
With a stifled sob she got down on all fours and began crawling slowly towards him. The carpet felt rough on her knees and palms, and she could feel her bare breasts dangling and swaying under her as she moved. He moved ahead of her and sat down on the sofa. "Faster," he commanded.
She obeyed, feeling her pelvis starting to move rapidly from side to side and her breasts sway and wobble even more obscenely as she speeded up. She stopped at his feet, panting with exertion, and found herself staring at his groin. His penis lay slack and unresponsive between his thighs, still wet and glistening. If only I could get him hard again, she thought desperately. If I could just make him come once more he'd be so wiped out that he mightn't...
He interrupted her thoughts. "Get up here on the sofa, Suzie. Put your arms on this end..." He pointed the ruler at one of the armrests. "...And lay over the top of me with your ass sticking up.
And if you say no just once more tonight..."
The threat was enough. Before she knew what she was doing she was scrambling up on top of him, quickly stretching her naked body out along the sofa, hastily resting her folded arms on one end. She lay facing away from him, trembling and gripping the armrest, tensing for the first blow. Then she jumped as he started to fondle her cringing buttocks.
"Nice," he said. "Soft. Soft and smooth and white. What's hubby gonna say when you come home with them all red and stripy?"
She let out a strangled sob.
"What was that?" he said sharply. "Was that a no?"
"It wasn't a no," she said desperately. "Oh God, I didn't say no.
Please, I didn't say no!"
"Then what did you say?" His fingers were digging deep into her buttocks now, fondling and kneading the soft flesh. Then his hand made its way down between her thighs, groping for her vagina. "What did you say, Suzie?"
"I... I said yes. Please, Mr. May, I said yes. I said please beat me.
Oh God."
His fingers probed deeper, making her shudder on top of him. "Please beat my naughty ass?"
"Yes, yes! Please beat my naughty ass. I... I want you to beat my naughty ass."
Suddenly his hand was gone. And then, almost before she could register, the first blow fell, hard and stinging across her right buttock. "Owwwwwww!!" she screamed, bucking and jerking on his lap. "Oh God! Mr. May, please, that... that HURT!"
"You expected love taps?" He hit her even harder with the ruler on her left buttock and she shrieked again. Then he started flailing at her in earnest, on her buttocks, her hips, her upper thighs. "You thought -" <whack! whack!> "- it wouldn't hurt? -" <whack! whack!
whack!> "- You thought -" <whack! whack! whack! whack!> "- it'd be some kinda picnic? -" <whack! whack! whack! whack! whack!> "You thought..."
She was screaming herself hoarse by now, eyes bulging and mouth gaping open, writhing and jerking and thrashing around on top of him, with only the clamp of his left arm around her waist preventing her from throwing herself to the floor. "You thought!..." he shouted, hitting and hitting and hitting her. "You thought - you thought - you thought!..."
At last he stopped, panting and exhausted. Her jerking and screaming continued for some moments until she finally registered that the punishment had ended. "Ohhhhh!" she sobbed brokenly, her buttocks a mass of searing pain. "Oh God! Ohhhhhhhh!"
"You... you still think it... it ain't gonna hurt?" he panted, still trembling with exhaustion under her. "You still think that, Suzie?"
"Ohhhh... oh God," she wept. "W...why did you hurt me so much, Mr.
May? Why?" Why did I let him? she thought unbelievingly, through the haze of pain. I'm almost as physically strong as he is. Why didn't I just say enough and get off him? But even as she asked herself the question she knew the answer. He was holding all the cards. Oh God!
His fingers touched her burning buttocks again and she screamed and jerked on top of him. "Oh God, Mr. May, no more - please! I couldn't endure any more. Please!"
"You saying no again?" he asked incredulously.
"I..." Her heart sank with despair. If she said no he'd send his horrible messages; if she didn't say no he'd go on hurting her. She sought desperately to find some other way to distract him, to please him. She took a deep breath and slowly started moving her hips on top of his lap, thrusting her pubis down against his crotch, forcing her abused body to respond. "Mr. May," she gasped, as she squirmed slowly on top of him, "aren't you getting... getting hard now? Don't you...
don't you want me again?" You horrible little monster, she thought exhaustedly. Is this how you get it up again? Oh God.
He didn't respond. She frantically redoubled her efforts, rubbing herself urgently against his thighs, thrusting her crotch down against his, again and again. Please God, she prayed, please let him get it up. Please let him get hard. Anything but more beating! And then suddenly, with a dreadful awful clarity, she became fully aware of her situation. Here she was, a respectable twenty-eight-year-old married woman, wriggling around naked on a fifteen-year-old's lap, begging him to have sex with her. How could she possibly have fallen so far, in just a few hours? She gripped the armrest of the sofa with both hands and wept.
Then she felt his hand rest lightly on her sore buttocks and she gasped from the pain. "Sure looks good, Suzie," he said slowly. "That stripy red ass of yours sure looks good bouncing up and down on top of me." Then he gave an exhausted sigh. "But I'm not anything like hard again yet. As soon as I get my breath back we'll give you a few more lickings."
Oh God - no! she thought desperately. There has to be some way to stop him - there must be! Her mind raced frantically, grasping wildly at possibilities, discarding them. "A...Mr. May," she gasped desperately. "The... the noise. All this noise. Me screaming and everything. You... you wouldn't want someone calling the police.
D...don't you think we should stop?"
"Hmmm," he said thoughtfully, pinching her still-burning flesh and making her cry out again. "Who do you think's gonna get into the most trouble if the cops come? Here's you, willingly in my apartment, bare ass naked, letting a fifteen-year-old kid fuck you twice - they call that statutory rape or something, don't they? - and along with that, there are those pinup pics to show what a slut you are..."
"But you've beaten me," she interrupted desperately. "They'll be able to see that! They'll know..."
"So you're a pain slut. Your husband's away all the time and you're horny. You convince one of your stupid little fifteen-year-old students to fuck you and fuck you, and when he can't get it up any more you tell him to paddle your ass to make himself hard again. I mean, it's not like you're tied up or anything - you could climb off me any time you like." He pinched her once more and she yelped from the pain. "I dunno who'd win in court, Suzie, but it sure wouldn't look too good for you."
"But if you keep beating me," she wailed in despair, "then I'll keep screaming - I can't help it. And then the police WILL come - I know they will! Please, Mr. May."
"Hah!" he grunted. "Then if you don't want the cops to come you better learn how to stop screaming. Let's practice." And before she could react he gave her a quick vicious cut across her left buttock.
"Arrrrrrrgh!" she screamed, convulsing on top of him. "Al...Mr. May, please," she blubbered. "I c...c...can't keep quiet, I just can't! Oh please stop it - before someone calls the police. Please!"
"Oh hell," he said impatiently. "Then bite down on this." She felt something soft being shoved against her face and realized it was a sofa cushion. "You ready for the next one?" he asked warningly.
She frantically stuffed one edge of the cushion into her mouth and bit down hard on it. He was hitting her again almost before she had done it. "Mmmmffff!" she screamed into the cushion, bucking and jerking on top of him. "Ummmmmm! Aaaaummmfff! Mummmmmffff!!" Then before she knew it she was tumbling onto the floor at his feet, the cushion still hooked between her teeth.
She lay there for some moments, exhausted and sobbing uncontrollably.
Finally she lifted her tear-soaked face up out of the cushion and looked up at him. "A...A...Mr. May," she gasped brokenly, "I... I just can't take any more. Oh God, I just can't take it! P...please, for pity's sake, please don't hit me any more. Please!"
He kept looking down at her impassively. How can a fifteen-year-old have such a cruel face? she thought hopelessly. Is this really the same shy gawky kid who's been following me around at school? Oh God!
She sucked in a shuddering breath and tried again. "Mr. May, she gasped, "even with the cushion I... I'm still making such a lot of noise, aren't I? You... you don't really want the police to come, do you?"
His face split open in a slow smile. "Suzie," he said softly, "for a smart schoolteacher you sure are dumb." He waved one arm around the apartment. "Listen up," he said.
She stared up at him, not understanding. "W...what you mean?" she faltered at last. "What...?"
"Hear anything?" he asked, still smiling. "Can you hear the traffic?
The elevators? Any damn thing at all?"
She just kept staring at him, her brain frozen. All she could think about was the incredible burning pain in her buttocks. What did he...?
"This whole apartment's soundproofed, Suzie." His smile was almost pitying at her lack of understanding. "When we moved in here, my dad said there was no way he was gonna have the neighbors complaining about my heavy metal. So he paid to have the whole place done. Didn't you notice how thick the front door is? And the sealing all around it?"
Understanding slowly penetrated her pain. Her first reaction was one of relief. The police won't come after all. Thank God! But then her mind kept slowly working and she looked up at him with dawning horror. "B...but that means..."
"Yeah." The smile showed all of his teeth. "It means I can paddle the crap out of you, and even if you scream your lungs out no one outside is gonna hear a damned thing. Isn't that neat?"
Utter despair flooded her. The pain was going to go on. On and on and on. If she said no he was going to send the pictures to her husband and her boss. If she didn't say no he was going to keep beating her and beating her until she screamed herself hoarse. Before she knew what she was doing she was clutching frenziedly at his ankles, kissing and kissing his toes and his feet. "Mr. May, I... I beg you -
I implore you! If you've... if you've got any scrap of human pity in you, then please, please, please don't hurt me any more. I...I'll die, I know I will. I'll just die!" Her face sagged down against his feet and she sobbed and sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. "Pleeeease, Mr.
May. PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE! For God's sake..."
"Suzie..." His voice sounded almost gentle. "Why don't you use your brain for a change?" He paused. "How come I started doing this in the first place?"
How come? Her exhausted mind struggled to grasp his question. Because you're a cruel perverted little monster who's getting his kicks out of seeing how much he can hurt me. Because you want to have more sex with me, but you can't get your damned whanger stiff again without doing all this. Because... And then at last she remembered. It seemed an eternity ago, but she remembered. "Because I wouldn't tell you about... about having sex with my husband," she whispered.
"Right. So waddaya think you gotta do to make it stop?"
"Oh God." She longed for the courage, the physical strength, to refuse. But there was nothing left. She was utterly empty and drained and defeated. Oh Rob, forgive me, her mind cried out in agony. "OK, Mr. May," she said wearily, "I'll tell you. I tell you what you want."
"About you and your husband fucking?"
Oh Rob, my darling - I'm so sorry! "Yes, Mr. May, I'll tell you about... about me and my husband fucking." Her voice was almost inaudible against his feet.
"Yeah," he muttered. "Well maybe you will and maybe you won't. You sure have got a habit of saying no." He moved his feet under her face, pushing her away from him. "Get back up here, so I can kinda encourage you if you forget what you promised."
She looked up at him again, fear and faint hope warring with each other inside her. "You... you won't hurt me any more if I tell you?"
"You gonna tell me everything?"
"Yes, Mr. May."
"You gonna make it all hot and sexy? You gonna use all the right words, like fuck and dick and cunt and clit and tits and ass and squirting cum?"
Oh God. "Yes, Mr. May."
"Then I'll leave that red ass of yours alone. But you gotta say it all laying on top of me. Get up here."
She got up slowly and painfully off the floor and, still looking at him fearfully, climbed back across his lap. Her aching buttocks felt incredibly vulnerable. She could feel them trembling.
"Just a minute," he muttered. He shifted under her, along the sofa. "That's better," he said with satisfaction. "Now I can reach your tits AND your ass." He reached under her with his left hand, groping for her dangling breasts, then rested his other hand on her buttocks. "Now get started."
She gasped from the touch of his fingers against her sore flesh. "Mr.
May, you promised!"
"Just making sure you do it like you said." He slowly stroked her trembling buttocks, making her gasp again. "Do you like it when your husband fucks you?"
Oh Rob! "Yes, I like it when he... when he fucks me."
"I can't hear you. Turn your face around this way. And keep your eyes open."
She obeyed him, cradling her cheek on her folded arms. She took a deep breath and said it again, louder this time. "Yes, I like it when he fucks me."
"Does he fuck as good as that second guy you told me about, that you said was so great?"
Oh God, she thought. You little deviant - do I have to bare my whole soul? "N...no," she admitted reluctantly, "he doesn't... fuck as well as Eddie did."
His fingers tightened on her buttocks. "Keep your eyes open, I said.
Then why didn't you marry Eddie instead?"
"Mr. May - please!" she gasped, wriggling to evade him. "B...because I found out that Eddie was... was fucking almost every other girl in the college."
"So your husband's only a second rate fuck?"
Oh Rob, Rob, Rob! How can I be doing this to you? To us! "He... he's a good husband," she burst out defensively. "He's gentle and loving and generous. And I love him very much." And she suddenly burst into tears. "Oh God, Mr. May, why are you making me do this? Why?"
"Because you promised. And like I thought, you're already saying no again." He twisted under her. "Where's that damned ruler?"
"No!" she screamed. "I'll tell you - I'll tell you everything, I swear it!"
"Well I've got the ruler now. Just in case you forget again." He ran it across her buttocks and she cried out. "Tell me about when he gets back from a business trip. Tell me everything from when he gets in the door to when you finish fucking for the night. And if it isn't the hottest sexiest story I've ever heard..."
"OK, OK," she said frantically. "I'll tell you - I promise." She took a deep breath and then started talking quickly, desperate to keep the hateful ruler from moving against her burning buttocks. "He... he...
When he comes to the door I run to him and hug him and give him a big long kiss..."
He interrupted her. "Does he grab you around the ass when he hugs you? Can you feel his hard dick pressing up against your cunt through his pants?" His left hand started fondling her dangling breasts.
"Sometimes," she admitted reluctantly. She could feel her face beginning to burn. She longed to close her eyes, but she forced herself to keep them open. "If he's been away on a long trip I can sometimes feel his... his hard dick when I press up against him."
"With your cunt."
Her face burned hotter. "Yes - with my... my cunt." Oh God.
"Go on. Does he start playing with your tits while he's kissing you?"
"No, not then. He... he usually doesn't start playing with them -
with my... my tits - until later. Until after supper."
"Well cut all the crap about welcome home darling and how was the trip and having supper and stuff like that. Just tell me about the action."
Doesn't anything else matter to you? she thought despairingly. She could feel the tears starting again. She blinked rapidly, not allowing her eyes to stay shut long enough to anger him. "He... he usually sits on the sofa, to unwind and watch some TV. I... I bring him an after supper drink and sit down beside him, and then he puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me close. And he usually says, `You're so nice to come home to, sweetheart.' "
"I told you - cut the crap," he said warningly.
Oh God. "He... he starts kissing me," she said quickly. "He... puts his tongue inside my mouth and we french kiss for a while, and then he starts cupping one of my breasts..."
His hand tightened on her dangling breast. "Yeah," he breathed. "This is more like it. Keep going."
She was speaking faster now, spurred on by his approval, desperate to keep his mind off the hated ruler. "He slips one hand up under my...
my blouse. And then he slides his fingers under the bottom edge of my bra and slowly pushes it up over my... my breasts. I mean, my tits.
Oh God, I'm sorry, Mr. May, I meant to say tits. And while he's doing that he rubs his elbow down between my legs..."
"On your cunt."
"O...on my cunt. And he keeps deep kissing me while he slides my blouse up until both of my... my tits are uncovered, and then he moves his face down and starts kissing and sucking my nipples..."
He started pulling at her nipples. "Does that make them stick out?"
He pulled harder.
"Owwww!" she wailed. "Yes, yes," she gasped desperately, "it makes my nipples stick out. They... they stick right out when he kisses them and sucks them. Please, Mr. May! Owwwww!"
He finally released her. "Then what?"
"Then I usually start undoing his tie and... and unbuttoning his shirt. And I usually say, `Darling, let's go to bed.' Then we...
we..." She stopped, choking back a sob. "Then we... Then we...
Ohhhhhhhhh GOD!" And she dissolved into tears.
"You stopped!" he shouted. "I knew you would. I damn well knew it!"
The ruler slashed down across her buttocks and she let out a sharp shriek of pain. "You won't do any damn thing I tell you! Just when the story's starting to get hot and I'm starting to get hard you fucking stop!" He began hitting her repeatedly, as hard as he could. "Fucking bitch!" he yelled. "Fucking bitch! Fucking BITCH!"
"Aaaaaaaahhhh!" she howled. "Mr. May, no! I'll... owwwwww! ...I'll tell you, Mr. May, I swear I will, I... Aiiieeeeeeeee!
Owwwwwwwwwwwww!! AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!"
Finally he stopped, breathing heavily. "You lying bitch," he panted. "I'm gonna go send all those messages right now." He started to get up off the sofa, pushing her off him.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!" she screamed, still sobbing. She clung to the armrest, forcing her body back down against the sofa, struggling to prevent him getting up. "Mr. May - pleeeeease! Oh God -
PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!!"
There was a short silence, broken only by her desolate sobbing and his heavy breathing. Then he spoke. "Last chance," he said. He sounded tired and almost disgusted. "If you blow it again, Suzie..."
"Oh God, I'll tell you, Mr. May - I'll tell you," she gabbled. "We...
we go to the bedroom. See, I'm telling you, Mr. May. Please, please, I'm telling you, I really am. We... we both get undressed and we lie down on the bed, and he takes me in his arms and he presses his naked body up against mine. And I feel his... his hard dick pressing up against me." She paused, slowly starting to calm down again, still gulping back her sobs. "And then he kisses my breasts again - I mean, my tits. And my nipples are really erect by now - s...sticking out.
And then he starts kissing my tummy and he runs his hand down between my legs and slides his fingers up inside my... my cunt, and..."
"Do you play with his dick?" he interrupted.
"No... no, I don't. See, I'm telling you everything, Mr. May, I really am, I..."
"Why not?"
"B...because he... he might..." She closed her eyes again, trying not to sob. "...Because he might have a premature - I mean, he might start squirting his... his cum before he gets inside my... my cunt.
Oh God."
"Before he shoves his dick inside your cunt, you mean."
"Yes," she whispered miserably. Oh Rob, she thought, how can I ever face you again? "Before he shoves his dick inside my cunt."
"Tell me again," he insisted. "Say the whole thing. Tell me why you don't play with his dick."
Oh God. "I... I don't play with his dick," she faltered, "because if I do he might... he might start squirting his cum before he... before he shoves his dick inside my cunt..." She squeezed her eyes tight shut, trying to block out the wrenching sense of shame. She wanted more than anything else in the world to stop talking, to stop saying all the filthy words, but the pain and the fear drove her on.
"Go on. And keep your eyes open - I told you that already."
"Then he starts rubbing my... my clit, and sliding his fingers right up inside my... my cunt. And I start getting... getting horny and moaning and squirming around on the bed..." Oh God - don't make me show you, she thought desperately. Not like you did before - please!
"Does your cunt start getting wet when you get horny?"
"Yes," she whispered. "It - my cunt - starts getting all warm and wet, when he... when he plays with my clit."
"Does the wet stuff start running out of it?"
"I don't know," she said wretchedly. Her misery was total. "I... I've never looked."
His sudden sharp bark of laughter startled her. "Hell - that's good,"
he said. "You don't look at your own cunt when your husband's playing with your clit. That's so good, Suzie - I love it!"
She felt her face burning with humiliation. "We do it with the lights out," she whispered.
"Do it? What's that mean?" His amusement was replaced by an equally sudden annoyance.
"We... we fuck with the lights out," she said hastily, desperate to placate him. "Oh God."
"Yeah, well you haven't got that far yet. Tell me the rest of it. And don't forget - real hot and sexy."
Somehow she held her eyes open, fighting against the overwhelming urge to jam them shut. The tears were pouring down her face. I can't do this any more, she thought hopelessly. I can't keep saying all these filthy things - I just can't! Then she felt the ruler lift up off her buttocks. "No!" she screamed. "I'm telling you, Mr. May. I'm telling you, I'm telling you, I'm TELLING you!" She took a desperate breath. Where had she got to? "We... he... he keeps playing with my clit and sliding his fingers in and out of my... my cunt. And I get... get hornier and hornier, until sometimes I'm bouncing around so much that he can hardly keep his fingers inside me - inside my cunt. And then when I can't stand it any longer I grab his shoulders and drag him on top of me and..."
His breathing was coming faster now. She could feel him stirring underneath her, lifting his hips up and down on the sofa. "Yeah...
yeah... yeah..." he panted, his fingers closing hard on her dangling breasts. The other hand dug deep into her aching buttocks, making her cry out. "Keep talking," he gasped. "Keep telling me. Don't stop now!" The hand tightened on her squirming buttocks.
"Owwwww!" she wailed, trying vainly to wriggle out from under the bruising fingers. "He... he puts the head of his... dick against the mouth of my cunt and he pushes it right in. Then he falls down on top of me and grabs one of my... my tits and then he starts pumping his dick in and out of my cunt!" Her voice rose as his fingers tightened even more on her sMayg buttocks. "Then he... he pumps faster and faster and he grabs me under the... under my ass and pushes his...
his dick right up inside my cunt as far as he can and he yells `I love you,' over and over again. And then he groans and I feel his...
his cum start squirting out inside my cunt! Oh God, Mr. May, you're HURTING meeeeeee!"
"Oh God!" He was almost shouting, heaving his hips wildly up and down under her, digging his fingers heedlessly again and again into her pain-filled buttocks. "And I've got the same sexy bitch that he has!
And I've fucked the same hole that he did! And I can do it and do it as much as I waaaaaaant! Oh God!"
Then with shocking abruptness he stopped moving. "It's still not hard enough," he said disgustedly. "I still can't get off. Shit!"
"Oh God," she sobbed. "You hurt me! You said you wouldn't hurt me if I told you everything, and I told you everything and you still hurt me."
"I couldn't help it," he said defensively. "You made me so damned hot and horny." He paused, and then went on. "So - do you come when he fucks you like that?"
"What...?" she asked dazedly, still crying.
He repeated his question. She felt the shame start flooding back, even as the pain in her buttocks began to lessen. "I..."
"Suzie," he said warningly, "don't make me ask you again."
She felt the flush coursing through her face, felt it flooding down to her neck and chest. "No," she whispered miserably. "He does it too quickly. I mean, he f...fucks me too quickly." Oh Rob, she thought in agony, is there anything left to betray?
"So waddaya do then? Go away and jerk yourself off in the bathroom?"
"We spoon," she muttered miserably.
"What?" he asked, baffled. "What the hell's that?"
"I... I lie down on my side. And then he snuggles in against my back." She looked up at him anxiously. "You know - like two spoons in a drawer." She hesitated, still flushed with shame. "And then he...
he reaches around me and grabs one of my tits. And then I start wriggling my... my ass against his dick, trying to make him hard again. And if he's not too tired, sometimes he does get hard again, and then we f...fuck again and he does it more slowly, and then sometimes I come."
"So," he said slowly, "most of the time you don't come. He comes but you don't."
She muttered something he couldn't hear. "What was that?" he demanded.
"I said," she repeated wearily, "that's the way of the world. Men mostly do and women mostly don't. And that's just the way it is."
"But you still love the guy?" His tone was unbelieving. "He fucks you and hardly ever gets you off, but you still love him? How come?"
Just for a moment her anger flared, overcoming her fear and hopelessness and pain. "There's more to life than just orgasms!" she burst out heatedly. "It feels good when he loves me, even when I don't... I don't..." Suddenly she didn't care about what he might to do to her. "And I told you - he's a good man! He's good and gentle and generous and kind..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said, sounding bored. "You said all that shit before." He stood up abruptly, pitching her without warning onto the floor. "All I know is, my dick rules my life. If I can't jerk off to it..." He stopped, then looked down at her and leered. "...Or fuck it, then it doesn't count." Then he stepped over her, his semi-
flaccid penis dangling loosely in front of him. "I'm gonna go to the john. When I come back you can fix me that supper you talked about.
Maybe I can get hard again after that."
She lay sprawled on the floor, her sudden anger gone. What have I done? she thought dazedly. Oh Rob, what have I done: to you - to me -
to our relationship? She rested her cheek against the roughness of the carpet and closed her eyes and began to cry again, quietly and hopelessly. And I didn't even get the little bastard hard!


CHAPTER 3

She slowly became aware that someone was prodding one of her buttocks. That's strange, she thought groggily - why does it hurt?
Rob, don't be so rough - that's hurting me... Then her eyes flew open and she gave a small scream as she saw the naked teenager bending over her.
"Hey," he said brutally, "who told you to go to sleep? It's time to fix that supper you were talking about. I'm hungry."
Her mind whirled - assimilating... adjusting... remembering... She blinked up at him, and then felt the fear and hopelessness slowly starting to return. "W...what...?" she mumbled stupidly.
"The supper," he repeated impatiently. "After I fucked you the second time you said you were gonna make me some supper. So go make it.
Don't keep me waiting, Suzie."
Oh God. The fear was back now, in full force. The messages! she thought. If I don't do what he says he'll send the messages! She scrambled hastily to her feet, ignoring the dull pain in her buttocks in her urgency to appease him, and started almost running back towards his bedroom.
"Hey," he called to her retreating back, "why're you going in there?
The kitchen's that way."
She stopped, confused. "My clothes..." she began.
He smiled at her. "You don't need clothes to make supper. You're bare ass naked for the rest of the night, Suzie."
She felt her face growing hot. Without thinking, her hands moved to cover her crotch and breasts. "Stop that!" he said sharply. "You got anything I haven't seen already?"
Her shoulders sagged. "No," she whispered, letting her hands fall limply by her sides. "Oh God." She started to move, slowly and listlessly, towards the door he had indicated.
"Just a second." His voice stopped her again. "Maybe there is something you could wear."
It was just a small flicker of hope, some little delivery from her present humiliation. She was just opening her mouth to thank him when he went on: "Go get your shoes - those black high heels you came in.
You'll look good in those."
She stumbled blindly back into the bedroom, face burning, trembling with humiliation. You little bastard, she raged to herself. Bastard, bastard, bastard! She found the shoes under her scattered clothing, pulled them on with shaking fingers, stumbled back out the door to face him. Bastard!
He was sitting in an armchair. His smile widened as she came out of the door. "Neat," he said. "Turn around and let me see that red ass."
She stood with her back to him, trembling, with the humiliation and fear and hopelessness churning around inside her. She blinked rapidly to try to hold back the tears. "Looks good," he said from behind her. "All red and stripy. Still hurting?"
"Yes," she muttered. You little bastard, she thought. Oh God!
"What was that?" he demanded. "I didn't hear you. Turn around and say it again."
She turned. She could see his penis starting to swell at last, starting to lift up between his thighs. Yes, she thought bitterly, that's how you get off, all right. By hurting and humiliating me! "Yes, Mr. May," she said, "it's still hurting."
"So you won't say no any more, will you?"
"No, Mr. May," she said wearily. "I won't say no any more."
"OK, Suzie - go to the kitchen. And hurry it up."
"Mr. May..." She hesitated, not wanting to anger him again. "Mr. May, I need to..." She gestured towards her crotch and flushed deeply. "...I need to go to the bathroom and... and clean up. Before I start touching food."
His eyes focused on her groin. "Yeah?" he said eagerly. "Lemme see.
Come over here and lemme see."
She closed her eyes. Oh God, she thought wearily, aren't you going to leave me anything - any privacy, any dignity? Do you have to have it all?
"Suzie - I'm waiting."
With a small sob she lurched forward, stumbling towards him. "Closer," he demanded. As she obeyed him, standing trembling in front of him, he reached out and lightly brushed her pubic hair. "That's my cum," he said wonderingly. He looked up at her. "That's my cum running out of your cunt. And down your legs. I did that! Neato!" He sat back in the chair. "Leave it like that," he said. "I like it. It looks good on you." He smiled as his penis hardened further. "I'd sure like to add another load right now, Suzie, but I'm getting real hungry. Go make the supper quick so I can fuck you again real soon." As she moved away he called after her: "And don't get any of my cum on the pizza!" Then he laughed.
She was crying again by the time she reached the kitchen. "Bastard!"
she whispered under her breath. "You filthy disgusting little bastard - I hope you rot in hell forever!" She looked around the unfamiliar room, blinking through her tears, and found the refrigerator. "...Rot in hell," she repeated as she pulled open the door of the freezer compartment and peered in, looking for the pizza.
The cold air fell down over her bare breasts and onto her feet, and she shivered. "...Rot in hell... Rot in hell," she whispered viciously. She was chanting it like a mantra now under her breath as she struggled to pull out the flat cardboard package, trying to glean some tiny crumb of comfort from her secret rebellion. "...Rot in hell... Rot in hell... Rot in hell..."
"What're you mumbling about, Suzie?" His voice came unexpectedly from behind her, making her jump. She whirled around to find him standing in the doorway and she gave a sudden gasp, almost dropping the pizza.
"A...Mr. May!" She swallowed nervously, her rebellion ended almost as soon as it began. "I... I... I don't know where anything is," she stammered. "Where... where's the microwave?"
He sat down at the kitchen table. "Over there," he said, pointing impatiently. "On the bench. Where the fuck else would it be?"
She was very aware of his eyes on her naked body as she opened the package and put the pizza in the microwave. "You look great, Suzie,"
he said suddenly. "All kitchen maids oughta be dressed like that.
Earrings - wristwatch - high heels - nice red ass. And lots of fresh cum running out of their cunts."
Her face burned again. She clenched her fists, keeping her back to him, trembling with the effort of staying silent. Then she reached up and viciously punched the buttons on the microwave. She took several deep breaths and turned around slowly to face him. "Supper will be ready in five minutes, Mr. May." She was amazed at how steady her voice was.
He kept looking at her. "There's something missing," he said at last.
He got up abruptly and walked out of the room. "Don't go away."
Go away? she thought hopelessly. Where would I go? Back to the bedroom so you can rape me again? Back to the sofa so you can beat me again? Oh God! She closed her eyes and gripped the edge of the bench behind her with both hands.
He was back so soon that the pizza still wasn't ready. "Here," he said, holding up a piece of paper. It was crudely cut into some design which she didn't recognize. "It's a maid's cap." His smile was mocking. "For my kitchen maid. Bend down so I can stick it in your hair."
She leaned forward wordlessly. She kept staring at his bare feet on the kitchen floor as he fumbled in her hair, trying to clip the paper in place with a few paper clips. She winced as he pulled roughly at her hair. "Stay there, damn you," he muttered.
At last he was satisfied. He sat back down at the table. "Stand up straight," he commanded. "Maids stand at attention while they're waiting for their next order."
The microwave beeped as she straightened up. OK, you little bastard, she thought grimly, I'll follow your orders literally. I'll just stand here and let your pizza get cold until you think to tell me what to do...
He raised one eyebrow. "So?" he said. "Why are you just standing there, dummy? Go get my fucking supper."
She was trembling as she turned towards the microwave. Bastard! she thought again. She could feel the crude paper cap rustle in her hair.
She clattered the hot pizza out onto the bench and began running the cutter back and forth across it, still shaking with anger and humiliation. Then she heard him humming softly under his breath behind her. It took her a moment or two to recognize the tune. It was `Everybody Ought to Have a Maid.'
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum, she thought bitterly.
Oh God - how funny can you get?
He was singing the words now, slightly off key. "...Sleeping out, sleeping in..." Then she felt a sudden sharp pain across one throbbing buttock and she yelped and jerked upright, almost throwing the pizza onto the floor. "Mr. May!" she protested desperately, twisting around to face him, "I nearly dropped..."
He was leaning forward, grinning, his hand still held up from slapping her. "Gotta keep time with the music," he said. "Hold still." He slapped down hard again on her tender buttocks, making her cry out once more. "...All around the house..." he sang. <slap!
> "...the house..." <slap!> "...the house..." <slap!> "...the houuuuuuse!" <slap! slap! slap!> "Owwwwwww!" she wailed, arching her body vainly against the bench. "A...Mr. May - please! I'll... I'll end up dropping your supper on the floor...!"
"Hey," he said, suddenly sobering, "that's serious. Wouldn't want to waste a perfectly good pizza. Bring it here. Maybe we'll have some more singing later."
Her hands were trembling as she laid the plate down in front of him and it rattled briefly against the shiny surface. As she withdrew she caught a glimpse of his erection under the table. It was swollen and huge, much harder than she had seen it so far. He's going to treat me like this forever! she thought in despair. It's what turns him on.
The little bastard! She brought herself obediently back to attention and stood by the table, breathing heavily.
"Mmmm," he said appreciatively, taking a big bite and pulling the cheese away in long strings from his mouth. "Not bad. Not bad at all." Then he stopped, his mouth still partly full, and stared up at her. "You haven't had any supper either, Suzie. You want some?"
His offer was so unexpected that she thought she must have misheard him. "W...what?" she stammered.
"Some supper," he repeated. "Aren't you hungry? Don't you want some?"
"Why yes, I... Oh thank you, Mr. May." She took a hesitant step forward. "I... I never thought you'd..."
"Hey," he said grandly, "what are friends for?" He gestured towards the floor. "Get down on your knees."
Submission again, she thought emptily. Just do it. She sank to her knees and waited obediently beside the table. Her buttocks still burned like fire.
He took another mouthful. "OK," he went on, "crawl under the table and get started."
She stared at him blankly. "W...what?"
He leered at her. "Your supper," he said. "It's under the table -
between my legs. While I finish this pizza I wanna have my first blow job." He waved his hand impatiently. "C'mon - hurry it up. I'm down to the last few slices already."
Disappointment and hopelessness crashed down on her again. Why are you surprised? she asked herself wearily. Didn't you already know he was a bastard? "Hurry it up," he said again, his mouth full.
With a defeated sigh she crawled under the table and started to move up between his legs. After all, she thought tiredly, I probably gave him the idea anyway. When I tried to suck him off in front of his computer. She reached up one trembling hand and grasped his erect organ and heard him groan. Then she pushed her face right into his groin and took the tip in her mouth.
"Ohhhhhh!" he moaned. "That feels fucking fantastic. Oh God.
Ohhhhhhhh!" His hands came down under the table and tightened in her hair. "Oh shit! Where's that mouth been all my life? Oh fuck!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
She could taste both his spent cum and her own unwilling secretions on his swollen penis. He moaned again and his hips suddenly thrust up under her face, driving the back of her head painfully up against the underside of the table. She grunted in pain but kept sucking. Just get it over and done with, she thought desperately - the sooner he comes the better.
"Oh God!" he gasped. "That fucking tongue! Where did you learn to...
learn to... ohhhhhhhhh! ...learn to... do that!... Not from your...
husband,... I'll bet! Ohhhhhhhhh! Oh fuck! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
No, she thought bitterly, as her mouth kept working obediently around his throbbing shaft - it was from Eddie. He might have been a two-
timing sonofabitch, but he taught me so many... And then Albie's hips suddenly convulsed again, slamming her head back up against the table, and she let out another cry of pain. She quickly lowered her head, pulling his penis down with her, and started sucking and licking for all she was worth. For God's sake, come, she thought desperately. Before you bust my skull open!
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" he screamed, frenziedly tightening his grip in her hair, grinding her face again and again into his groin. "Oh God!
I'm... I'm... I'm coming! Ohhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggghhhhhhh!!!"
She felt the thick salty semen begin pulsing out into her mouth. Oh God, she thought, shuddering with disgust, please don't let him tell me to swallow it - please! She opened her lips slightly, spitting and spluttering it out around his throbbing penis, shaking with revulsion.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" he moaned dreamily. "So that's a blow job. Oh fuck!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh...!" His fingers slowly loosened their grip in her hair, and he fell back in the chair, panting and spent. "Oh God," he gasped. "Come on... come on out, Suzie. Lemme... lemme see what you look like with... with a mouthful of my cum. Oh God."
She started guiltily under the table, one hand already at her chin to wipe the sticky mess away. All right, she thought with one last shiver of disgust - let the little monster see all the gory details.
Then you can go wash it off afterwards. She backed out slowly from under the table, and the makeshift maid's cap scraped against the table edge and finally fell off onto the floor. As she dragged herself shakily to her feet she felt his warm semen begin to trickle off her chin and drip down onto her bare breasts.
"Heyyyyy," he said wearily, "that looks great. All my cum - running down your face and all over your tits." He giggled tiredly. "Now you got it at both ends." Then his eyes slowly drooped shut and his chin sagged down onto his chest. "Both ends..." he murmured again, and his head sagged even lower.
She stood waiting for several minutes, still trembling, watching his breathing settle into a slow, even rhythm. Then she turned and began to head towards the bathroom. His semen was trickling down over her stomach now.
"Where you going?" His sleepy voice pulled her up in the doorway.
She stopped, then turned to look at him. "To... to the bathroom," she said indistinctly, trying not to move her cum-coated lips any more than she had to. "Got to clean up..."
"Listen, Suzie..." He was sounding more wide awake now. "...Let's run it by you again. Who's the boss round here?"
She dropped her eyes. "You are, Mr. May."
"So did I say you could clean up?"
"No, Mr. May." She was trembling again. "You... you were asleep. I thought..."
He sat up in the chair. "You want me to paddle you ass again?"
"No! Please, Mr. May - I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."
He kept on talking, as if she hadn't even spoken. "I like you like that. I like seeing my cum running out of your cunt, and I like seeing my cum running out of your mouth. It looks good." He stopped and scowled at her. "And you'll leave it there until I tell you different. Got it?"
Her lip trembled. She could feel the semen slowly congealing on her chin. "Yes, Mr. May," she whispered. The tears were starting to sting her eyes again.
He heaved himself unsteadily up out of the chair. "I'm fucked. I'm gonna go lay down." He looked at her. "And you're gonna lay down with me. We're gonna do that spooning stuff you were telling me about. I want you to lay up against me and wiggle that red ass of yours against my dick until I get hard again." He leered at her. "Just like you do with hubby."
Oh Rob! she thought despairingly - I've let him steal them. I've let this little monster steal our most precious private secrets. And dirty them! Oh my darling, I'm so sorry! "Mr. May," she faltered aloud, "I... I don't think I can. My bottom - I mean, my ass - my...
my ass is so sore from all the beatings. I don't think I can bear to..."
He just stood looking at her. "So you don't want to wiggle your ass against my dick?"
"It... it's just that I'm so sore," she said hastily. "If I wasn't so sore I'd love to wiggle my..."
"How about wiggling it against the ruler? Back on the sofa."
"NO! Mr. May, please - for God's sake..."
"Well, you're gonna do one or the other, Suzie. Which one do you think's gonna hurt less?"
"Oh God!" Her shoulders sagged. "All right. I... I'll do what you want, Mr. May. I'll spoon." She turned away and began moving off dispiritedly towards his room.
He pushed past and flopped down heavily on the bed in front of her. "God," he said wearily, "you sure know how to fuck a guy to death. It's gonna take a lot of that ass wiggling to get me up again, that's for sure. C'mon - lay up against me and get started."
Whose fault is it if you're all sexed out? she thought bitterly. None of this was my idea! She climbed onto the bed in front of him and slid slowly back against his body, wincing as her sore buttocks came in contact with his groin. Then, slowly and unwillingly, she began moving herself against him, grunting softly from the pain.
His hands came around her body, grabbing at both of her breasts. "Yeahhhh!" he sighed, pulling her tightly against him. "That feels good. Oh yeah!... Mmmm... Mmmmm... Mmmmmm!"
Ohhhh - it HURTS! she thought despairingly, still pushing herself doggedly back against him. "Uhhhhhh!" she moaned, as he suddenly thrust his limp penis hard up against her burning posterior. "Owwwwch!"
He pulled her in even tighter. "Sounds like you're... enjoying this, Suzie," he panted. "Why don't you... do it a little bit faster?"
Bastard! She gritted her teeth, trying to will away the pain. Twist and thrust. "Owwww..." Twist and thrust. "Uhhhhh..." Twist and thrust. "Ahhhhh..." Twist and thrust. "Owwwch!..."
"Keep doing it..." He was sounding sleepy now. "...Doing it... Feels good... Mmmmm..."
"Uhhhh!" she grunted, perspiration breaking out all over her as she kept pushing back against the continuing pain. "Ohhhh!... Ohhhh!...
Uhhhh!..." Then, suddenly and mercifully, she became aware that he had actually fallen asleep, with his arms still clasped loosely around her body. She gave a few more slow thrusts and then stopped, trembling against him. Thank God, she thought gratefully. Thank God!
He slept on. She eventually moved her left arm, slowly and hesitantly, fearful of waking him, until she could see her watch.
Nine fifteen. Oh God, she thought hopelessly - still almost two hours of this hell left to go! Let's just hope he stays asleep.
She moved her other arm. He still didn't stir. Then slowly, with infinite patience, a fraction of an inch at a time, she lifted his limp hands off her breasts and gradually eased her body away from his. When he murmured in his sleep she froze, still half pressed against him, and waited until his breathing settled back into the same slow, even rhythm as before.
By the time she had extricated herself and stood up quietly beside the bed she was trembling all over. She looked fearfully down at him but he was still asleep, head thrown back and mouth gaping open. His young throat looked very open and vulnerable. A sudden wild thought seized her. I could kill you, you little monster! I could get a knife from the kitchen and kill you right now. I'd be doing the world a favor. But even as her mind formed the thought she knew she couldn't bring herself to do it.
With one last cautious look down at him she tiptoed quietly away from the bed. Her clothes were still lying where she had dropped them, in an untidy heap on the floor. She longed to put them back on, to cover her shameful nakedness, but she knew he would punish her if he woke up and found her dressed without permission. She sighed and went off to find the bathroom.
The sight that greeted her in the mirror left her aghast. Her hair was in disarray, her makeup smeared, and his dried semen was very visible all around her mouth. She looked down at her crotch to find her pubic hair matted with his ejaculate and she shuddered. The shower alcove beckoned to her, tantalizing her with the overwhelming urge to feel clean again, but she didn't dare. She finally settled for cleaning her lips with a wet tissue, being careful not to disturb the encrustation on her chin any more than she could help. Then she bent down and drank long and thirstily from the basin faucet.
She took a deep breath and set out for a cautious tour of the apartment. There was a second, larger bedroom with a king sized double bed. His father's room, she decided. It looked particularly unlived in, with no personal effects on the dressing table and no pictures on the walls. He obviously doesn't spend much time here, she thought. No wonder the kid's such a little monster.
As she walked quietly back through the living room she saw the ruler still lying on the sofa and she shivered. The dull pain in her buttocks seemed to flare up again just from the sight of it. If I have to go through anything like that again, she thought despairingly, then I'll die - I know I will.
The doorway of his bedroom gaped at her. Suddenly it seemed like the gateway to hell. But I have to go back in, she thought, trembling. If he wakes up and I'm not there...
She started tiptoeing slowly and unwillingly back towards his bed, intending to lie back down beside him as quietly as she could. Then she caught sight of the computer screen, still displaying its endless flying toasters. And before she knew what she was doing she was slowly easing her aching buttocks down onto the chair and reaching timidly for the mouse. She took one fearful glance over her shoulder as her hand closed on it, but he was still sleeping soundly. If I can only find out where he keeps those damn pictures, she thought. Maybe I can erase them or something.
The toasters disappeared. She peered anxiously at the screen, scanning the bewildering array of icons and labels. EMAIL said one of them. With one last nervous glance over her shoulder at the sleeping figure on the bed, she moved the cursor clumsily on top of the label and clicked. The icon changed color but nothing else happened. She clicked again. Still nothing. Then she remembered. You have to click twice, sweetheart, said her husband's voice in her mind.
The steel band was tightening around her head again, the feeling of helpless ignorance welling up inside her once more. Desperately she pressed down twice on the mouse button and then sighed with relief when a window suddenly opened up on the screen. ENTER PASSWORD it said. Her heart sank again. What the hell was the little bastard's password likely to be?
She hunted hesitantly around the keyboard, picking out the letters A-
L-B-E-R-T as gently and quietly as she could, watching the row of asterisks slowly lengthen on the screen. Then she stopped and waited.
Nothing. Is there something else I have to press? she wondered. Oh yes - the ENTER key.
INVALID PASSWORD the screen said. She looked fearfully over her shoulder. What was his surname again? May. That's it - May. She slowly typed it in and pressed ENTER.
INVALID PASSWORD. The message mocked her once more. Then she had a sudden inspiration. A-L-B-I-E, she typed, then entered it.
The noise filled the room with shocking suddenness. <Whoop! Whoop!
Whoop!> ATTEMPTED BREAK IN HAS BEEN LOGGED flashed the screen in huge red letters. <Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!> <Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!>...
"Oh God!" she screamed, scrabbling frantically for a switch, a volume control, a plug - anything to stop the noise. Then a hand came over her shoulder and pressed a few quick keys on the keyboard. The noise stopped as suddenly as it had begun.
She sat frozen, twisted half around in the chair, staring at his naked abdomen, not daring to lift her eyes. There was a deathly silence. Then at last he spoke. "You... stupid... bitch..." he said slowly.
She didn't move. She didn't breathe. Then his hand gripped her hair and tipped her face slowly back to look up into his. "What the fuck am I going to do with you?" he asked flatly.
She felt the tears starting, felt them running out of her sightless open eyes, felt them running down her face, felt them dripping down onto her bare breasts and thighs. She just kept staring blindly up at him, crying. Crying in absolute hopeless silence. Crying and crying and crying.
He finally released her and sat down heavily on the bed. "Shit," he said disgustedly. "How fucking stupid can you get?" He shook his head in disbelief. "Even if you got in, even if you fucking knew one end of a computer from another - did you think I wouldn't have it all BACKED UP?"
"You're... you're going to punish me again, a...aren't you?" she sobbed wretchedly. "Oh God. I'll die - I'll just die."
"You bet I'm gonna punish you," he said grimly. "Only this time I'm not gonna kid around with a ruler." He reached forward and clamped one hand painfully hard on her bare thigh. "I'm gonna tie you over the back of an armchair. I'm gonna spread your legs wide apart and tie your ankles. Then..." He got up swiftly and went over to a cupboard. "...I'm gonna paddle you with THIS." He held up a large ping pong bat, its surface covered with hard nobbled rubber.
She just looked at him. "Oh God," she whispered. She began to tremble uncontrollably. "Oh God."
"I'm gonna paddle you," he went on, "so fucking hard that you won't be able to sit down for a month. And when I'm tired of paddling you I'm gonna stick this..." He reversed the paddle and thrust the wooden handle upwards. "...Up your cunt and ream you open, ready for when I'm hard enough to fuck you again from behind. And then I'm gonna..."
"Oh GOD!" she screamed. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" She threw herself out of the chair onto the floor, clawing desperately at his ankles. "I'll do ANYTHING! Oh God, Mr. May - ANYTHING! Please, Mr. May, for God's sake please, it'll kill me I know it will and I'll do anything you say I'll never never never say no again and I'll stay here all night if that's what you want and I'll be so good to you and give you as much sex as you want and I'll..."
He stood in silence looking down at her as she babbled frantically on and on, as she clung to his ankles and kissed his feet and wept and cried and kissed his feet again. Again and again and again. Finally he moved his feet impatiently, trying to kick himself free. "Shut up!" he said suddenly.
"...And I'll hug you and kiss you and suck your dick as much as you want and swallow all your cum and..."
"SHUT UP!!" he roared. Then he wrenched his feet free of the frenzied grasp around his ankles and crouched down beside her on the floor.
She was still sobbing as his hand closed on her hair, jerking her face up off the carpet. He bent down until his face was just inches away from her own. "You," he said, slowly and deliberately, "are never gonna fuck with my stuff again. Never... ever... ever!"
"No, Mr. May," she sobbed.
He shook her by the hair. "You," he continued, "are never gonna say no to me again. Never... ever... EVER!"
"No, Mr. May!" she wailed.
"If I say jump you're gonna jump." He shook her again. "If I say fuck you're gonna fuck." He bent her head back and shouted right into her face: "If I say do anything at all, you're gonna FUCKING DO IT!!"
"Yes, Mr. May!" she bawled, and then burst out in a fresh flood of desperate weeping.
With an exclamation of disgust he released her hair, letting her face fall back down onto the floor. Then he sat down in the computer chair and waited.
Finally her crying subsided. She stayed sprawled at his feet, her body still shuddering with isolated broken sobs. "Get up," he said abruptly.
Slowly and painfully, she lifted her puffy tear-streaked face up off the floor and tried to focus on him. "What?..." she mumbled dully.
"I said: get up. What's the matter - don't you understand plain English?"
She stumbled hastily to her feet, terrified of angering him again, and stood trembling in front of him. He got up and came over to her, then reached out one hand and grabbed her left nipple. He started twisting.
"You gonna touch my stuff again?"
"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped, fresh tears coming to her eyes. "No, Mr. May -
I promise!"
He twisted harder. "You gonna say no again?"
"Aaaahhhh!" she wailed. "No! I'll never... Owwwwww!! Aaaaggghhhh!!"
He gave one final vicious twist and released her. Then he grabbed her hair in both hands and pulled her face back against his own. "Get your makeup," he hissed, "or whatever other female type shit you're carrying with you, and go clean yourself up. And I want you back here in THREE MINUTES!"
She staggered backwards with a sob as he released her, then immediately crouched down and began scrabbling frantically for her handbag under her discarded clothes. Then she burst out of his room and hurtled across the living room, feeling her naked breasts bouncing wildly up and down as she ran. The handbag flew out of her hands as she reached the bathroom and she grabbed desperately for it again, sobbing in her haste. Then she was frantically splashing, soaping, washing, rinsing, combing and redoing her makeup. "Oh God!"
she screamed in frustration as her shaking fingers smeared her lipstick awry. She swabbed desperately at it with a tissue and then turned and rushed back to him, panting and trembling.
He was sitting looking at his watch as she came running in. "That was four minutes," he said, without raising his head. "I said three." He looked up at her and hefted the ping pong bat in his right hand. "Looks like I'm gonna have to paddle you anyway."
She stared at him for a moment, breasts still heaving with her panting, then closed her eyes and sank slowly and despairingly to her knees. "Ohhhhhh God," she moaned hopelessly. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh God..."
"Stop that fucking crying," he snapped. "You're gonna get your makeup all messed up again. Get up off the floor and lie down on the bed."
Gulping back her sobs, she clambered onto the bed and lay down on her stomach, face averted from him. Each hand found a handful of sheet and tightened. Then she waited, shivering with despair, for the first blow to fall. Her abused buttocks suddenly felt incredibly cold and vulnerable.
"What the hell are you doing?" he burst out angrily. "Roll over onto your back!"
My back? she thought wildly. How are you going to paddle me... paddle my... - if I'm lying on my back? She rolled quickly over onto her back, grunting in distress as her sore buttocks hit the sheets. Maybe he's going to paddle my... my breasts instead! Oh God - please no!
She lay tremblingly still, her eyes fixed fearfully on his face, not daring to breathe.
"Gotta get set up first," he muttered. Her eyes followed him apprehensively as he went over to the cupboard and began to fumble inside it. "Here they are," he said triumphantly, holding up several large sheets of folded paper. She tipped her face back, still watching him fearfully, as he taped them to the wall above the head of the bed. Even looking at them upside down she recognized them -
they were colored blowups of her pictures. Why's he doing that? she thought, trembling. Does he need them for inspiration or something while he beats me?
He went around the room, switching on some small floodlights mounted up near the ceiling. Then he was back at the cupboard, pulling out some equipment which she didn't recognize and carrying it to the side of the bed. As the various parts and fittings slid out and clicked into place her awareness slowly grew. A tripod... He attached some equipment to the top of it and stepped back. "Digital camera," he said with satisfaction."Megapixel - the latest model." His voice was muffled as he fumbled behind his computer with a cable in his hands. "My Dad'll buy me anything as long as it keeps me out of his hair. Good old Dad..."
She felt the horror rising inside her. God, she thought, shaking with both disgust and fear - it's not enough to just beat me, is it?
You've got to get photos of me screaming as well! Oh my God...
"Now," he said, stepping behind the camera and brushing the hair back out of his eyes, "I want you lying kinda half on your side, with..."
He narrowed his eyes and squinted at the wall behind her. "...With your right knee up and your head propped up on one arm. And your other hand lying along your hip."
She blinked at him, stunned. She was still trembling. What the hell does the weird little bastard want now? she thought.
"Suzie..." His voice was thick with exasperation and anger. "...Do you like having your ass paddled or something? `Cause it's sure as hell gonna get paddled again if you don't get into that pose and hold it - right now!"
Realization dawned. He wanted to photograph her. He wasn't going to beat her just yet, he was just going to photograph her - in the same poses as her pinups! She almost wept with relief and then, seeing his rising impatience, started struggling to adopt the pose he had ordered.
"That's it." He was looking through the viewfinder now. "Knee up a little bit higher... Yeah - just like that. And for God's sake smile.
You look like you're just about to start blubbering again."
He took the first few photographs, muttering about the light levels and adjusting the small floods to shine on her more directly. And then suddenly she was back in the studio of ten years before, naked in front of strangers, nervous and trembling under the heat of the big arc lights. Oh God, she thought despairingly, if only I'd known -
I was selling my soul to this little monster, for the sake of a few thousand lousy dollars!
"I told you to smile!" His tone was angry again. "If you're gonna lie there looking like your mother just died or something, I'll give you something to really cry about!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. May!" she said frantically. "I'm smiling now. Please -
I'm smiling, Mr. May. Look!" And she stretched her mouth in a trembling travesty of a smile, struggling desperately against the urge to break down and start sobbing again.
He took her through each of the poses in turn, peering repeatedly up at the wall and then back into the viewfinder, sometimes darting forward to move an arm or a leg until he was satisfied. She lost count of how may times photographs he took. After a while it all just melted into a meaningless blur, with his voice directing her as she moved mechanically from one pose to another. When he finally stopped it took her some time to realize it was over at last.
Then he was speaking again. "I... I used to dream..." he began. She noticed with a sudden shock that his voice was unsteady. And just for a moment it seemed as if the hardness in his young face had melted away, that the same shy gawky youth she knew from school was back in front of her again. "When... when I first found your pictures in that magazine, I used to dream that some day maybe..." His tone hardened. "...That some day maybe you'd be lying like this in front of me, and I'd be able to take any kind of photo I wanted. Any kind at all." He paused, staring at down her, then he reached down towards his groin and started slowly kneading his still-flaccid penis. "Lay flat on your back, Suzie. Spread your legs real wide, and then reach down and pull your cunt wide open. It's time for some REAL photos -
like the ones I can download from the Web."
She had thought she was beyond shame. But now she felt the heat in her face again, felt it flooding down over the rest of her body as she lay in front of him. She closed her eyes in humiliation and pain, then reached down slowly and obediently between her legs. Is that what you want, you twisted little bastard? she thought dully, spreading her labia as wide as she could. Just like that, you little pervert? Oh God.
"Great, Suzie." His voice came from behind the camera. "But stop gritting your teeth like that and give me a big sexy smile." His left hand was still at his groin, slowly grinding his still-limp organ in against his body. "Yeah - that's it..." he breathed.
Then he made her purse her lips to look as if she was blowing kisses.
And then she had to slide her fingers inside herself and masturbate for the camera. "Yeah," he panted, still kneading his slack penis. "Shut your eyes, throw your head back and open your mouth -
just like you were coming. Yeah - great!"
Then he had her get up on her knees, face down on the bed, with her reddened bottom towards the camera, fingers spreading her labia wide again. And then there were more poses, and more and more and more, each one seemingly more obscene that the ones which preceded them.
And throughout the whole horrible nightmare she tried to smile.
Because he told her to.
"OK," he said finally, "that'll do. I must have at least twenty megs of pics on the hard drive by now." He looked down at her and his lips stretched in a smile. "It sure is gonna be a lot of fun sorting through them." His left hand was still at his groin.
She collapsed back on the bed. Thank God that's over, she thought dully. I guess it was better than being beaten. And she shivered.
He was still talking. "All that sexy posing made me real hot, Suzie.
Now I wanna fuck you again."
Her eyes went to his groin. "But you're... you're still not hard,"
she protested. "How can you...?"
He grunted. "I've been working too damned hard at all this fucking so far. Now it's your turn. You're gonna do all the work to get me hard, and then you're gonna sit on top of me and jump up and down till I come." He moved towards the bed. "Come on - move over."
She looked desperately at her watch. "Mr. May, it's... it's already ten fifty five. You said I could go at eleven. I... I can't stay any later than that - I just can't! Please, Mr. May."
"Shit," he said disgustedly. "I can't believe you're still saying no, Suzie." He moved quickly around to the far side of the bed. "Where's that fucking paddle?"
"No!" she shrieked. "Oh my God, Mr. May - NO!" She threw herself down on her knees in front of him, grabbing frantically for his limp organ, shoving the head desperately into her mouth. "Nubububububububub," she gurgled desperately around the shaft of his penis. "Plub...ease, Ab...b...bert... Ub... glub... blub...
glub..." She began frantically masturbating him and sucking him at the same time. "Plub...ease - plub...ease!"
His hands grabbed for her hair. "Ohhhhhh!" he moaned. "That's more fucking like it! Ohhhhhhh!" He pushed feebly at her head with both hands. "Get me... get me down on the fucking bed - before I... before I fall over! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!"
He held tightly to her head, keeping her mouth locked on his penis as he staggered towards the bed. He fell onto his back, leaving her on her knees beside the bed with her face still pressed hard into his groin. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" he gasped, his hands grinding her head down into his crotch. "I'm getting it up - I'm getting it uuuuuuuupppppp!!"
She felt his organ slowly starting to swell inside her mouth as she kept desperately sucking and licking at it, her fingers running frantically up and down his stiffening shaft. Just get him off, her mind kept shouting. Just get him off and get out of here!
Suddenly he started clawing urgently at her arms and shoulders. "Get up on top of me!" he panted. "Get your cunt down over my dick and start jumping up and down. Do it, you fucking bitch - oh God, do it!"
She tore her mouth away from his nearly-erect penis and scrambled on top of him, guiding the head of his organ into the mouth of her vagina with her hands. "Uhhhhh!" she grunted in pain as his shaft slid up into her still-raw passage. "Oooooh!" She gritted her teeth and began to bob slowly up and down on top of him, holding his penis with one hand to stop it slipping out of her again.
"Oh yeah!" he gasped. "Just like that! Oh God! Don't stop - just...
don't... fucking... stop!" He opened his eyes and looked up at her, then reached up two trembling hands and clamped them on her breasts as she kept moving up and down on top of him. "Just keep doing that,"
he panted, squeezing her bobbing breasts. "Just keep doing that all fucking NIGHT..."
Her sore buttocks were pounding against his thighs now, and the pain combined with the rawness of her vagina made her cry out with every stroke. Oh God, she gasped under her breath, feeling the sweat breaking out all over her heaving body, aren't you... ever... going to... come? She gritted her teeth even harder and stared at the wall, trying frantically to maintain the speed of her movements. Come on, damn you - just COME!
"Oh God," he moaned, still lying almost inert underneath her, "that feels so... fucking... good! I... I don't... ever... want to... come -
I just want it... to go on... and on... and fucking on!...
Ohhhhhhhh!!"
Oh God! she thought despairingly, struggling to keep going as her pain and fatigue grew. How long does he think I can... keep doing THIS?... Oh God.
Then his hips began slowly bucking up and down under her. "Oh yeah..." he gasped. "Oh yeah... Oh yeah... Oh yeaaaahhh!" She clenched her fists and made one last desperate effort, thudding her aching buttocks frantically up and down on top of him, gasping and panting and trembling with exhaustion. "Oh yeaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!" he screamed. "Coming... coming!... commmmmmiiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggggg!!"
With a sobbing groan of relief she collapsed down onto him, completely and utterly exhausted and drained. As she lay shuddering on top of him, her breath coming in great sobbing gasps, she could feel his latest flood of semen starting to ooze slowly out of her burning vagina. Where the hell does he get it all? she thought in exhausted amazement. And how long can I keep doing this before he completely destroys my sex organs? Oh God!
His hoarse panting began to slow, and his hands started pawing tiredly at her trembling body. "God, Suzie," he said wearily, "you sure know how to fuck. Every time your husband's away I'm gonna...
I'm gonna fuck you and fuck you and fuck you till I can't stand up.
Ohhhhhhhh fuck...!"
The hopelessness and fear assaulted her afresh, even as her exhaustion and pain slowly started to fade. Oh God, she thought despairingly, it's going to go on forever. It's never going to stop!
She tried to blink back the hopeless tears. "Please, Mr. May," she whispered, "can I go now? It's well after eleven, and you... you promised. Please!"
He slowly fondled one of her sore buttocks, making her wince. "Might as well," he said tiredly. "I haven't got another fuck left in me this side of morning. Pick up your stuff and get your red ass out of here."
She felt her face starting to burn once more. That's right, she thought bitterly - treat me like the local whore. Just kick me out the door now that you've got what you wanted! She could feel herself trembling as she clambered off him and bent down shakily to pick up her discarded clothes.
He lay on the bed watching her sorting through her crumpled things. "Gimme those," he said suddenly, holding out his hand as she picked up her panties. "I want you to go home without them."
She just looked at him, bent over her clothing with the panties clutched in her hand. "What...?"
"I want you to go home without them," he repeated. "I want you driving home with your cunt open under your skirt, and all my fresh cum still running out of it." He leered at her. "Just a little something to remind you of our first night together."
She stared at him, her lower lip trembling. Then suddenly she let out a sob, thrust the panties into his outstretched hand and then grabbed wildly at her remaining clothes and rushed blindly out of the room. "Remember," he called after her - "don't you go cleaning up that cummy cunt. I might check it before you go."
She slammed the bathroom door behind her and stood trembling, with her back against the door and the tears still pouring down her face.
Damn him! she raged to herself. Damn the little bastard to hell!
Isn't it enough for him to rape me without him having to humiliate the hell out of me all the time? Oh God!
By the time she had put on her remaining clothes she had started to calm down a little. She couldn't bring herself to pull her pantyhose on over her messy crotch, so she just crumpled them up and thrust them savagely into her handbag. As she washed her face and redid her makeup with trembling hands she tried to regain some degree of control. Don't rebel, she kept telling her reflection in the mirror -
don't rebel. Just swallow your pride and get the hell out of here.
She took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom, moving awkwardly as she tried to keep her skirt from adhering to her semen-
soaked groin.
He was standing by the front door, bare chested, wearing only a pair of jeans. He smiled crookedly as he watched her awkward approach. "Good night, Suzie," he said ironically, as he started turning the key in the lock. "Thanks for a wonderful evening."
She stood silent and trembling as he finished unlocking the door, turning the key several times to retract the deadlock. Then she realized he was looking at her again. "Heyyyy," he said softly, "you're looking real sexy all of a sudden. With your hair and makeup done all nice and your clothes back on, you're looking real, real sexy." He pocketed the key and started moving towards her.
"No!" she screamed, shrinking back fearfully as he reached out towards the front of her blouse. "Oh God - you said I could go. You PROMISED!"
He stopped, hand outstretched, the smile still on his face. "Thought you might like to know, Suzie," he said - "your blouse is buttoned up crooked."
With a choking sob she pushed past him, wrenched the door open and ran wildly out of the apartment.


CHAPTER 4

She sat at her desk in the classroom, still trying to control her trembling. During the whole of the lunch period her nerves had been at breaking point as she had kept glancing surreptitiously at the Principal. He must have got that email by now, she had kept telling herself - he must have! What the hell must he be thinking? But the Principal had just sat in the staff room, seemingly oblivious, smiling and chatting with the rest of the staff and hardly noticing her at all.
She glanced fearfully at the door of the classroom. HE still hadn't come. During each of the morning classes she had forced herself to look calmly around the room, and each time Albie hadn't been there.
She shifted awkwardly in her seat, trying to find a more comfortable position for her aching buttocks, and gripped the edge of the desk.
She was going to tell him, and that was all there was to it. She was going to tell him that...
Then suddenly out of the corner of her eye she saw a figure standing in the doorway. "A...Mr. May!" she gasped. "How long have you been...?"
His smile was mocking. "Still having trouble sitting down, Suzie?" He moved towards her and laid his bag down carelessly on her desk. "I thought you might like to see some of the pics from last night. Some of them are real hot."
She took a deep breath. "Get that bag off my desk, Mr. May," she said tightly. "I don't want to see any of your disgusting pictures."
He raised one eyebrow. "Maybe I oughta show them to your husband instead? If you're not interested. Or maybe to the Principal."
Her trembling increased. Then the prepared words came tumbling out. "Albert, I... I'm not going with you again. I've made up my mind. I'd rather let those old photos come out than continue to be your..." She stopped, and shuddered. "...Your personal plaything.
I... I've decided to tell the Principal everything this afternoon, and I'm phoning my husband tonight to tell him the whole sordid story as well."
He had been rummaging in his bag as she spoke. "There you go," he said suddenly, thrusting a large colored sheet in her direction. "You quite sure you want your husband and your boss to see this one?" The image was of her lying naked on the bed, legs apart, with her fingers holding her labia wide open. And she was smiling. "Or how about this one?" She was masturbating, fingers buried deep in her vagina, with her head thrown back and her eyes closed in apparent ecstasy. "Or this one?" She was dragging one breast up towards her mouth, tongue stretched out, licking her nipple and looking sensually at the camera.
"I'm sorry the quality isn't so good," he was saying as she stared, trembling, at the lurid images. "I've been meaning to get my Dad to buy me a new color printer. But when the pics come through as email attachments they look just great on the screen."
She just looked at him. "You... you disgusting vindictive little bastard," she said at last. She could feel her trembling getting worse, but she straightened up and forced herself to keep looking him in the eye. "I... I still don't care," she went on shakily. "Do what you like. I'll be telling my husband and the Principal to ignore any other filthy pictures you might send them, because they were all obtained under duress."
"And I guess you're gonna report me to the cops?" His young face was grim.
"Yes!" she said defiantly. "As far as I'm concerned, perverted little creeps like you should be locked up and then they should throw away the key. Now take your filth off my desk and get out!"
He sighed. "God, Suzie," he said wearily, "you sure know how to make it hard on yourself. I guess I'm gonna have to show you these after all." He pulled a second envelope out of his bag and shook out the contents onto her desk.
"I told you," she almost shouted, thrusting the sheets of paper angrily back towards him, "I don't want to see any more of your filthy..." Then her eye caught the top sheet and she froze. "Oh my God," she whispered, appalled. She picked up the sheet with trembling hands. "Oh God," she said again. "How...?"
"The camera was still running, Suzie. One shot every five seconds. By the time you left last night, the whole damn hard drive was nearly full." He stopped and smiled. "I sure had a great time this morning going through them." Then he started shuffling through the pages under her horrified gaze. "We were kinda outside the frame until you got me down on the bed, but after that, no problem. Look - here you are sucking my dick, and here you are climbing on top of me, and here you are pushing my dick up inside your cunt, and here you are..."
"No!" she screamed, clutching despairingly at her face with both hands. "Oh my God - NOOOOOOO!"
He leaned down towards her. "How about that, Suzie? Statutory rape -
on tape. You like it?" He brought his face down even closer to hers. "Now - you wanna call the cops? Or will I?"
* * * * * It was almost five p.m. He was coming back to meet her at five p.m. -
he had told her that. She sat staring blankly at the classroom wall, her work lying forgotten in front of her. What am I going to do? she thought despairingly, for about the thousandth time that afternoon.
Oh God - what am I going to DO? And for the thousandth time the same answer came back: Nothing. You can't do anything. He can do whatever he wants, and you'll just have to let him. Unless you're prepared to say goodbye to your reputation and your marriage and your career.
"Perverted little creep, huh?" The words broke the silence so suddenly that she jumped. She whirled around to stare at his figure in the doorway.
Then the fear hit her, with full force. She sat staring at him, feeling sick to her stomach as she realized what she had called him. "Mr. May, I... I didn't mean..."
"Like hell you didn't," he said evenly. "Stand up and take your clothes off. I'll show you what perverted little creeps do to sassy big-mouth teachers like you."
She looked at him in horror. "Mr. May, I can't do that here! If someone comes and catches us..."
His voice rose. "Just do it, Suzie. I'm the one giving the orders round here and I said..."
He was interrupted by the distant clatter of mop and bucket further up the hall. "For God's sake, Mr. May," she implored him, quickly lowering her voice, "that's the janitor. I can't..."
"Well just pick up your junk and come on, then," he said impatiently. "Maybe I'll fuck you in the car on the way home." And he strode quickly out the door.
She was shaking as she scooped up her things as quickly as she could and clattered down the stairs after him, not wanting to anger him any further. She was breathless by the time she had caught up with him. "A...Mr. May," she panted pleadingly, "please slow down. I... I have to talk with you."
He stopped, and then looked at her suspiciously. "Is this some new kind of no?"
"No!" she said hastily. "I'll come with you, Mr. May. And..." She closed her eyes in pain. "...I'll do everything you want."
"So what's the problem?"
Oh God, she thought, trembling, how can I get through to him? "Mr.
May," she began hesitantly, "yesterday you said..." She took a deep breath and pressed on. "...You said you wanted me to be nice to you."
She paused, feeling her trembling getting worse. Please God, she thought desperately, let him listen! "I... Oh Mr. May, how can you expect me to be nice to you when you... when you treat me the way you did last night? When you beat me and hurt me and do all those terrible things to me? Even if I want to be nice to you, how can I when you..."
"Nice to me?" he echoed, staring at her incredulously. "Nice to me?
You call it being nice to me when you won't do a single damn thing I want unless I paddle your ass or threaten to send pictures? That's being nice to me?"
Oh God, she thought in despair, he's got it all backwards! "But you didn't give me time!" she protested. "You didn't give me time to...
to adjust! Before I knew where I was you were threatening me and beating me and... and... Oh God!" And suddenly her tears were flowing again. "P...please, Mr. May," she sobbed. "Please let's just start over. I know I've got to go with you whether I like it or not, but please let's not have all the hurting and humiliation all the time.
I'll do whatever you want, but please..."
He turned abruptly and walked into a nearby classroom. "Come here,"
he said.
She followed him in obediently and he closed the door behind them. "Put your junk there." He pointed to one of the desks.
She fumbled the handbag and papers out of her hands and stood in front of him, still trembling.
"Now," he said, "I'm your husband, see? And I just got home from a long business trip. So why don't you show me just how nice you're gonna be?"
"Mr. May..." Her eyes darted desperately to the open window. "Please -
someone might see us..."
"The janitor's upstairs," he said. He turned towards the door. "It's like I thought - it's just another kind of fucking no. So we'll go back to the apartment and I'll paddle you and then you'll fuck me plenty, whether you like it or not."
"No!" She grabbed frantically at his arm with both hands. "Please, Mr. May, for God's sake!" Her fingers tightened around his arm and she closed her eyes briefly. Oh Rob, forgive me, she thought despairingly, and took a deep breath. Then she pressed her trembling body up against the teenager. "Oh... oh darling, I've missed you,"
she faltered. Forgive me, Rob! She started rubbing her crotch up against his, slowly and deliberately, feeling his swelling penis against her pubis. "I've missed you so much."
"Hey..." he breathed, "this is more like it." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close as she squirmed slowly against him. "Yeah..." he groaned, running his hands down the back of her skirt and grabbing at her still-tender buttocks.
She flinched as his fingers sank painfully into her sore flesh through the clothing. I've got to please him, she thought desperately. I couldn't stand to be beaten again. She reached up and put a hand each side of his face, then closed her lips on his and began to probe at his mouth with her tongue. "Mmmmm!" he moaned into her mouth as she spread her legs and began rubbing her crotch slowly up and down over the growing bulge in the front of his jeans. "Mmmmmmmmmm!" he moaned again.
She was shocked by the sudden wantonness of her own behavior. How can I be doing this? she thought despairingly, as his mouth slobbered against hers. How can I be turning myself into a whore for this little monster? But as his hands pulled her crotch even harder against his own, the pain in her buttocks told her why. She squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated grimly on rubbing her groin against his.
He was breathing harder now, kneading and squeezing and digging his fingers deep into her sore buttocks, making her grunt with pain into his mouth. "Umumumumumum!" he moaned, scrabbling urgently to pull the back of her skirt up off her buttocks. His fingers found the waistband of her panties and wrenched them down. Then his hands were all over her, on her bare buttocks, between her thighs from behind, around her hips, reaching between their bodies to grope for her crotch.
Suddenly he tore his mouth away from hers and grabbed at her shoulders, pressing her down towards the floor. "Oh fuck," he panted, "I just gotta have you right now! Get down on your back - and hurry!"
He fumbled frantically at his belt buckle and then wrenched his clothing down his thighs. "Pull that fucking skirt up," he panted as his erection bobbed free in front of him, "and spread your legs!"
Then he launched himself onto her.
"Oh Godddddd," he howled as his penis forced its way into her vagina, "I've been waiting for this all fucking dayyyyyy!"
Immediately he began pounding himself into her as hard as he could, slamming her buttocks and back down painfully against the hard floor over and over again. "Oh God! Oh yeah... Oh fuck... Oh fuck... Oh fuck... fuck... fuck!... fuck!... fuck!... Ohhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkk!!" And she felt his ejaculation begin spurting out deep inside her body.
She lay under him, inert and bruised and staring hopelessly up at the ceiling, as his hoarse gasping and panting began to slow. A single tear spilt out of one eye and ran slowly down the side of her face.
Oh God, she thought emptily, as she felt his warm semen starting to trickle out of her sore vulva, is this my life from now on? Just a succession of one-minute rapes, one after the other? She turned her face away from him and closed her eyes in despair.
His hand crept over her body and wearily squeezed one of her breasts through her clothing. "I'm gonna fuck you in every classroom," he said dreamily. "A different one every afternoon. On some days maybe even two." His hand tightened on her breast. "And after we've finished all the classrooms, I'm gonna take you into the boys'
washroom and fuck you in every cubicle." He let out a long, slow sigh. "And then wherever I go in this damn school I can tell myself, `That's the spot where I fucked Suzie.' "
His fingers started slowly unbuttoning the front of her blouse. "I'm gonna fuck you in the storeroom," he went on. "And in the gym - once on each of those damned workout machines. And maybe one afternoon the Principal might even leave his office unlocked, and then I'll take you in there and..."

The whine of a vacuum cleaner began abruptly, somewhere outside the door. "Oh God," she gasped, grabbing urgently at his arms, "that's the janitor again! He must have finished upstairs and come down here while we were... while we were... Oh God!"
He didn't move. "What's the problem, Suzie? There aren't any windows on that side. He can't see us." He started unbuttoning her blouse again. "Why don't you just keep your mouth shut and your legs open and..."
"But the door," she whispered desperately. "You didn't lock the door!
And even if you did, he's sure to have a set of keys!" She began struggling frantically to get out from under him. "For God's sake, Mr. May, we've got to get out of here. We can't let him find us like this!"
He allowed her to roll him aside, then lay on the floor looking up at her with amusement as she scrambled to her feet and bent down hurriedly to pull up her panties. "Suzie," he said suddenly.
"Yes, Mr. May?" she said urgently, raising her voice slightly above the noise of the vacuum cleaner and looking fearfully at the closed door. She hastily smoothed down her rumpled skirt and moved quickly to pick up her belongings. "For God's sake, what is it? We've got to leave! And please keep your voice down, before he hears us!"
"Which way are you gonna go, Suzie?" His smile grew broader. "You're not gonna go out that door, are you, with your hair all mussed and your blouse hanging open and me right behind you? What's the janitor gonna think?"
"Oh God!" she said frantically, dumping her things hastily back down on the desk and fumbling wildly at the buttons on her blouse. Then she stopped, breathing rapidly and staring at the door, panic stricken. "Oh God - what am I going to do? He could come in any minute! What am I going to do?"
He was almost laughing at her now. "Why don't you climb out the window, Suzie? He wouldn't see you if you climbed out the window."
With a choking sob she scooped up her belongings and hugged them to her chest, and then ran to the window. She was just throwing one leg over the sill when his voice stopped her. "Suzie," he said again.
"For God's sake, Mr. May," she hissed desperately as she balanced unsteadily on the sill, "would you please stop playing games and just let me get out of here. He's vacuuming right outside the damned door!"
"Well, you can leave if you like," he went on, "but I want your panties again. You wanna give them to me in here or out there?"
She just looked at him, still breathing rapidly and trembling in her fear and haste. You little bastard, she thought desperately. Oh, you horrible twisted little bastard! She hurled her things out of the window, not caring what happened to them, then threw herself back into the room and groped frantically up under her skirt to pull down her panties. "There you are, damn you!" she gasped, throwing them at him where he lay on the floor. "Now for God's sake let's just get away from here!"
He was on his feet even before she was back across the window sill.
He shoved her panties in his pocket, zipped up his jeans and climbed out through the other window while she was still struggling to get down. "Your skirt's riding up, Suzie," he said mockingly. "Any minute now you're gonna be flashing that stripy ass of yours to the world."
"Oh God!" She grabbed frantically at the back of her skirt with one hand, lost her grip on the sill and fell heavily to the ground. She lay for a moment stunned, then struggled up onto her knees and, still glancing fearfully at the windows above them, snatched up her scattered belongings and staggered to her feet. Then she ran.
He was beside her as she reached her car, gasping and panting in her haste. "Hell," he said as she fumbled urgently with her keys in the doorlock, "you sure are in a hurry to get to my apartment, Suzie. You need another fuck that bad?"
Her haste evaporated. She sagged against the car and closed her eyes. "Oh God," she whispered. Then, with her lower lip trembling, she slowly opened the door and collapsed dispiritedly into the driver's seat. "Oh God," she said again, clutching her crumpled papers down onto her lap as the tears came.
He took the keys out of her nerveless fingers and let himself in on the passenger side. Then he reached across and began pulling her skirt up over her thighs. "Lemme see your cunt," he said. "Lemme see my cum running out of it."
She was still crying as he lifted the papers off her lap and threw them onto the back seat. She made no move to stop him as he hoisted her skirt up and peered at her wet crotch. "Yeah," he said contentedly. "Love it!" He tucked the skirt into her waistband, leaving her pubis completely exposed, and thrust the keys into her hand. "Why don't you drive me home just like that?"
She looked at him imploringly through the haze of tears. Her naked thighs were trembling as she pressed them together. "Mr. May, you can't keep making me do things like this out in public - you just can't. For God's sake, it's only a matter of time before we get caught!"
"Why should I give a damn?" His tone was indifferent. "You'll be the one going to jail, Suzie, not me."
"You can't fuck me if I'm in jail!" she said desperately, throwing the deliberate obscenity at his face. "What's the use of condemning me to that?" She looked away from him, blinking back the tears, and shakily started the car. The urge to pull down her skirt and cover her nakedness was overwhelming.
He sat silent beside her as they drove off. Then, without comment, he pulled the skirt out of her waistband and spread it back down over her lap.
She let out a quick sigh of relief. Is he human after all? she thought, hardly daring to hope. "Thank you, Mr. May," she said shakily.
He grunted but didn't reply. Emboldened, she kept talking, the words spilling out as she drove. "Mr. May, I... I will be nice to you, I promise I will. I'll give you good sex. I'll show you things that an older woman can show a... a younger man. If I do all that, you won't have to hurt me any more, will you?"
He still didn't reply. She tried again. "Mr. May..."
"Listen, Suzie," he broke in angrily, "there's one thing for sure about what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna freak out if you don't quit whining. Now just shut up and drive."
She shut her mouth hastily. Her hands were trembling as she gripped the wheel, trying to concentrate on her driving. Don't upset him, she kept telling herself. For God's sake don't upset him!
It seemed all too soon when they reached his apartment block. The nightmarish quality of the previous night's experience began to crowd back in on her as they traveled up in the same elevator and stopped outside the same apartment. She could feel her trembling getting worse as she waited for him to unlock the door. This time he didn't offer her any ironical welcome but just walked in without comment, leaving her to follow him.
She leaned against the wall inside the apartment with her eyes closed, breathing deeply and trying to control her trembling, as he locked the door behind them. Then she gradually became aware of an expectant silence and she cautiously opened her eyes again.
He was standing in front of her, arms folded. "OK, Suzie," he said deliberately, "now it's time for all that nice you promised me."
She took a deep breath and pushed herself away from the wall, forcing her legs to carry her towards him. If you're going to do it anyway, then just do it, she told herself desperately. He's going to get what he wants whatever you do, so why not just make him happy and avoid all the pain? She stopped in front of him and slowly unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, then pressed herself up against him, nude from the hips down under her blouse. "I'll be good to you, Mr.
May, I promise," she whispered. She wrapped her arms around him and slowly backed him against the wall, rubbing her naked crotch up and down against the front of his jeans. "I'll give you all the sex you want," she breathed. "And then some."
"Oh shit," he moaned, grabbing at her buttocks and pulling her even more tightly in against his groin. "Oh you sexy, sexy bitch. It's only half an hour since our last fuck and you're getting me hard again already." He ran one hand up under her blouse, groping for her bra. "I'm gonna tear all your fucking clothes off," he panted, "and fuck you all damn night."
"That's just fine, Mr. May," she whispered, squirming slowly against him. "That's what I'm here for." Oh God, she thought desperately, is it really me doing this?
"Hiya, Albie." The boyish voice came from behind her, shocking her out of her relentless seduction. "Is this her?"
She whirled around, horrified, to stare in the direction of the voice. A young fresh-faced blond boy was standing smiling in the doorway of Albie's bedroom. "My God!" she shrieked, cowering down onto the floor and frantically trying to cover her nakedness. "What's HE doing here?"
"This is my buddy, Joey," said Albie evenly. "He heard what a good fuck you were, Suzie, and he's here to find out for himself."
The whole room seemed to lurch in front of her. "My God!" she screamed, aghast. "He can't be more than twelve!"
"He just turned fourteen, Suzie. But don't worry, he's not a virgin -
not like I was before last night." He was smirking down at her now. "He's been fucking girls for years. Haven't you, Joey?"
"Yeah," said Joey. "Ever since the girl next door turned eleven." He looked at her and his young smile broadened. "But I've never fucked a schoolteacher before."
She felt the panic and the horror growing inside her. "Nooooooo!" she screamed. "Oh my God - NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
Immediately Albie's face darkened. "That does it, Suzie," he said harshly, striding across towards his bedroom. "That's just one fucking no too many!" He shouldered the astonished Joey aside and headed for his computer.
With a despairing shriek she leapt to her feet, her semi-nakedness forgotten, and rushed towards Albie's room. Joey was just regaining his balance when he was shouldered wildly aside for a second time. "Oh God, Mr. May," she howled, throwing herself desperately to her knees on the floor beside his chair. "Please, please, please, Mr.
May - oh God, please!" Her fingers were plucking frantically at the front of his jeans, wrestling with the stiff denim as she fought desperately to wrench open his zipper. She felt one of her fingernails break but she didn't care. "Oh God, Mr. May, please for God's sake don't send those messages - please, please, please!" His penis was out between her shaking fingers now as she frantically thrust her face into his groin. "Oh God, I'm begging you, Mr. May..."
<suck, slurp, suck, slurp, slurp> "...I'll do anything, Mr. May - oh God, PLEASE!..." <lick, slurp, slobber, suck, suck, slurp> "...Please, Mr. May - for God's sake, PLEEEEEEEEEASE!!"
But his hands weren't in her hair. She could tell from his movements above her that he was still busy with the keyboard and the mouse, and her desperation grew. She began frantically masturbating his swelling organ with one hand while she kept licking and sucking as hard as she could on the tip. <Lick, suck, suck, lick> "Pluh... pluh...
please!..." <suck, lick, lick, suck> "Mr. May - pluh... pluh...
pluh... pleeeeeeeese!"
He gave a sudden groan and stiffened under her. "Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhh -
shit!" he moaned. "Oh God - uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
She felt his semen begin to flood into her mouth. Swallow it! she told herself desperately, sucking and swallowing for all she was worth. Please him - swallow the whole damn lot. For God's sake, please him!
He sagged back in the chair. His hands were in her hair at last. "Ohhhhh fuck!..." he sighed. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck!"
She felt the cum trickling out of the corner of her mouth as she lifted her face from his lap. "You didn't... you didn't send any, did you, Mr. May?" she whimpered. "Please - for God's sake."
He was still breathing heavily. "You think I'm just gonna threaten all the time and never do it? Of course I sent a fucking message. And the next time you say no I'll send two."
"Oh noooooooooooooooo!" Her voice rose in a despairing wail. "Oh my God!" She put her face in her hands and sat rocking on the floor. "Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God..."
"Which pic did you send, Albie?" Joey's young voice penetrated her hopelessness and despair, right above her head. "One of the real hot ones?"
She heard the click of the mouse and raised her tear-streaked face slowly and unwillingly up out of her hands. The second picture was on the screen, with her hands clasping her bare shoulders. "That one,"
said Albie simply. "And it says, `Do you know this woman?' "
It was only that one! she thought, with an incredible sense of relief. He still hasn't send any of the others. Maybe I can still explain that one away. Oh, thank God!
"Hell, Albie," said Joey disgustedly, "that's not hot. What's all the damn fuss about?"
"Hey, man, it's not that one, it's the ones that come next. And she knows which ones are gonna come next - don't you, Suzie?"
She gave a hopeless little sob. "Yes, Mr. May," she whispered brokenly.
"So she's gonna do everything she's told. Aren't you, Suzie?"
"Yes, Mr. May." Oh God.
"Honest?" Joey's tone was incredulous. "Anything she's told? How about if I tell her to do stuff?"
"Listen, Joey, if I tell her to do what you say, she'll do what you say. Won't you, Suzie?"
"Yes, Mr. May." She was crying openly now.
"Man, this just can't be true." Joey stepped back and shook his head in disbelief. "OK, Albie, let's see how much crap you're throwing at me." He looked down at her and raised his voice. "Suzie, stand up and take off the rest of your clothes. I wanna see what a schoolteacher's tits look like."
She looked imploringly up at Albie through her tears. "Please..." she whispered.
"Suzie," he said resignedly, "you're not gonna say no again, are you?
Please tell me you're not that fucking dumb."
"Oh God," she said despairingly, and staggered to her feet. Her tears were falling onto the front of her blouse as she struggled with the buttons. Finally she stood trembling, completely naked, with both blouse and bra removed, and her head bowed and the tears falling faster than ever. Whatever is to become of me? she thought in absolute despair. A sex toy for two young teenage boys. Oh God!
"Hey - not bad," said Joey admiringly. "A little bit hairy-cunted, but not bad. How old did you say she was?"
"Lemme see." Albie frowned as he concentrated. "She must've been about eighteen when she posed for those pinups, and that was ten years ago. So I guess she must be about twenty eight now." He looked up at her. "That about right, Suzie?"
She stood trembling, in naked misery. "Yes, Mr. May," she whispered. "I'm twenty eight."
"How come she calls you Mr. May all the time?" Joey sounded intrigued.
"Cause I told her to. I only like good buddies like you to call me Albie, pal."
Joey grunted, then pulled up the spare chair and sat down beside the bed. "Well, she sure looks damn good for an old woman." He beckoned to her. "C'mere, Suzie. Lemme find out what an old woman's hairy cunt feels like."
She felt her face burning with fresh shame as she moved slowly and unwillingly towards him. He pointed to a spot against the wall in front of him. "Stand there," he commanded. She obeyed, still trembling. "Now spread your legs."
He looked across at the other boy as he slid a finger up inside her. "I gotta hand it to you, Albie - she sure is house trained. How long'd it take you to get her like this?" His finger probed up into her vagina for a moment, making her gasp, and then he started slowly fondling her clitoris.
"A coupla hours." Albie sounded smug. "Course I had to paddle her ass a few times."
"You what?" Joey burst out incredulously. "You paddled your own schoolteacher's ass? Hey, come on, man, you're putting me on!"
"Check it out, kid. Turn her around and look for yourself."
"This I gotta see," said Joey delightedly. Keeping one finger buried in her vagina, he slowly turned her around with his other hand to peer at her trembling buttocks. "God!" he said, astonished. "Red stripes! Hell, I couldn't see them before she took her blouse off.
Wow - you must've really paddled her!" He ran his hand over the stripes, making her grunt with discomfort and shame. "What'd you use, man - a horsewhip?"
"Nah - just a plastic ruler. But I hit her as hard as I fucking could, until my arm damn near fell off." Albie smiled thinly. "She didn't give me a lot of trouble after that."
"God!" Joey shook his head again. "When I think about the way I was giving you a hard time `cause you'd never fucked a girl. And now you go and do all this stuff!" He pulled her around to face front again and continued his manipulation. "Is it easy to make her come?"
"Nah. I tried rubbing her clit but she just yelled at me. So then I just fucked her."
"Ah!" Joey sounded relieved. "So I got some stuff to show you after all, buddy." His finger started to move faster on her clitoris. "Y'see..." <rub, rub, rub> "...it's a hellava lot more fun to fuck a wet cunt than a dry one..." <stroke, stroke, stroke> "...'cause your dick just slides straight in, smooth as silk.... <rub, stroke, rub> "...And if you can make her come, it REALLY lubes her up..." <stroke, stroke, rub, rub, rub>...
Her breathing was coming faster now. Oh God, she thought desperately as her knees started to shake, he's almost as good as Eddie! I can feel it starting to happen! Oh God, I can't have an orgasm in front of these two little monsters - I just CAN'T!
Joey leaned forward, immersed in his task. "She's getting there, buddy," he breathed. He looked across at the other boy. "See, Albie?
She's starting to go all red and blotchy."
She was trembling all over now, her body pressed back hard against the wall, her head thrashing from side to side. "No!" she gasped, as her knees began to buckle. "I don't want...! No!... Oh God!
Aaaaahhhhh... Aaaaahhhh... AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!..." And then suddenly her shaking thighs jammed together hard around his hand and she bent double, clamping her fingers frantically around his wrist. "Oh God -
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
Joey leaned forward, keeping his finger inside her as she sagged to the floor at his feet. He waited until her panting and gasping began to die away and then started talking again. "And the thing is, buddy, girls aren't like guys. I mean, sometimes it takes us half an hour or an hour before we can get it up again, but girls can just keep doing it and doing it all night if you make them." His finger started moving inside her once more. "Come on, Suzie, stand up again. We're gonna show Albie what I mean."
She looked despairingly up at him, her breathing still fast and shallow, and her whole body trembling. "Oh God - not again! Please, for God's sake, not again - please!"
"Suzie..." Albie's voice came warningly across to her. "You're not gonna say no, are you?"
"Oh GOD!" Her sob was one of utter despair. She struggled waveringly to her feet and stood swaying in front of the younger boy. "Oh God!"
she said again.
Joey's young finger slid right up inside her vagina. "Yeah," he said with satisfaction, "she's real wet now. Real wet and slippy."
"So why not fuck her now?" Albie asked. "God - I'm almost getting hard again myself, watching all this stuff."
"No hurry, no hurry," Joey answered casually. "Let's see how many times I can make her come before I stick my dick in." He leaned forward again. "Now right up about here..." His finger probed deeper. "...Is her G-spot. It's all kinda soft and spongy. And when you start working on that..."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!..." she gasped.
"...It really gets them going." His finger started to move faster as he looked up at her. "Doesn't it, Suzie?"
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh! Oh God! Pleeeeeeeeease!..."
Joey smiled. "You begging for it, Suzie?" His finger moved even faster. "Happy to oblige."
She lost count of how many times he brought her to orgasm. The whole thing merged into a nightmare cycle of unwilling arousal and humiliation and gasping abandon, as she slumped to the floor again and again. And in the midst of her torment she gradually became aware that Joey was talking to Albie almost as if she wasn't even there.
"...So you send an email to a whole bunch of guys in the company, with some kind of goofy attachment? - Get up on your feet again, Suzie..."
"...Back Orifice? Honest, is that what it's called? You mean like in asshole? - Come on, Suzie, get those knees apart - And then this Back Orifice program takes over the sucker's PC, right?..."
"...And then you get into their network and bust into her old man's mailbox, and work out when he's gonna be away from home, right? -
Come on, Suzie, stay on your feet. You're not there yet..."
It took some time for her exhausted brain to register that it had finally stopped. She lay sprawled on the floor, eyes closed and trembling and completely spent and drained. Joey's voice seemed to be coming from a million miles above her. "Well, that's it, buddy - I don't think she's got another come left in her. Hey, get over here and look at all the cum juice running down her legs. There must be gallons of the stuff!"
"You gonna fuck her now?" It was Albie's voice.
"Yeah, but I'll have to do it on the floor. There's no way she's gonna be able to get up on the bed. Not after all that."
The sound of clothing moving over skin gradually penetrated her exhaustion, and then she felt a slim naked body climbing on top of her. "Come on, Teach," said Joey's voice, as his sharp knees forced her thighs open, "get those legs apart. I'm coming in."
His stiff young penis slid right inside her sopping wet vagina without any effort at all, and she shivered under him. "Oh God, yes,"
moaned Joey. "Smooth as fucking silk. So this is what a schoolteacher's slippy cunt feels like. Oh God!" And then he settled down to a steady thrusting on top of her.
"How's it feel, Joey?" It was Albie's voice again. "Compared with the little girls you've been fucking?"
"Ohhhh!..." gasped Joey, as his movements started speeding up. "She's... ohhhhh! ...not as tight as a twelve-year-old, but she's so goddamn SLIPPY!... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! ...I could never get...
ohhhhhhhhhhhh! ...those other girls as slippy as this, because...
ohhhhhhhhhhhh! ...they wouldn't let me make them come...
ohhhhhhhhhhhh!! ...more than two or three times..." Then his breathing got even faster. "Oh my God! I'm COMING!... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkk!!..."
He sagged down onto her and buried his hot cheeks between her bare breasts as his ejaculation finally finished pulsing out inside her. "Oh God," he said wearily, "what a fuck... Oh God...!"

CHAPTER 5

Her awareness was slowly starting to return. She realized she could hardly feel the flood of Joey's semen - it just blended in with all of the fluids from her repeated orgasms. And with the slowly returning awareness came the steadily growing sense of shame. I've got a naked fourteen-year-old kid lying on top of me, she thought exhaustedly, her face hot with humiliation. And I even let the little monster masturbate me! I let him make me come more times than I've ever come in my whole life. For God's sake, what am I letting them turn me into? Her exhausted body trembled as she tried to choke back a sob.
And then she realized that someone was shaking her shoulder. "Hey, Suzie," said Albie brutally, "don't lie there sleeping all damn night. It's time for our kitchen maid to fix us some supper. Come on -
we're hungry."
She felt Joey roll slowly off her. "Hey, Albie," he said, "she's not gonna be able to move for the next hour. She's really fucked." And he giggled tiredly.
"Next hour, hell!" said Albie heatedly. "There's no way I'm waiting that long for something to eat." He started prodding her hard with his foot. "C'mon, Suzie - get up and get on with it."
Messages! her exhausted mind told her. Beatings! You've got to get up - you've just got to! She gave a despairing moan and with an incredible effort struggled up onto her knees. Then slowly and painfully, inch by inch, she dragged herself up the wall and sagged against it. "Oh God," she slurred, with one cheek pressed hard against the wallpaper. "Can't... Oh God..."
"Man, I still can't believe this." Joey's incredulous voice came up from the floor. "She really does do every damn thing you tell her.
This is fucking amazing!"
"You bet she does, kid," said Albie grimly. "Cause if she doesn't, she knows she's finished - no husband, no job, no life!" He reached out and dug one finger hard into her bare buttock. "Come on - move it, Suzie."
"Oh!" She gave a painful little gasp and began to stagger unsteadily towards the door, holding onto the wall for support. Why can't I walk properly? she thought dazedly. Something wrong...
"Oh for God's sake, Suzie," said Albie disgustedly, "put your other shoe back on. You look real dumb limping along like that." He paused, and looked around the room. "And I've got that cute little maid's cap here somewhere, too. Hold on."
She nearly fell over as she tried to force one shaking foot back into her discarded shoe. Oh God, she thought, trembling in exhausted despair, I don't think I can even walk as far as the kitchen. Much less fix supper for the little bastards.
"There!" said Albie, taking advantage of her bent posture to clip the paper cap into her hair. "Our kitchen maid's all dressed up and ready to go. Stand up straight, Suzie, and let's have a good look at you."
He turned to Joey. "Waddaya think, kid? Cap - earrings - wristwatch -
high heels - fashion stripes on her ass - fresh cum in her cunt. Can I design uniforms or what?"
"She looks real good, Albie," said Joey approvingly. "And didn't you say you fucked her yourself before you got here?" When the other boy nodded he went on, "So she's got your cum and her cum and my cum, all running down her legs. And another load of your cum down her throat as well. Hell, it doesn't COME much cummier than that!" And he laughed at his own pun.
She closed her eyes in humiliation as she leaned back exhaustedly against the wall. She was still trembling all over. Why don't I just kill myself? she thought despairingly. Even the lowest Bangkok whore must have a better life than this. Oh God. Then she felt a sudden push against her shoulder and her eyes flew open as she grabbed at the wall to keep her balance.
"Kitchen!" said Albie tersely, right into her face. "Fix our fucking supper. You got five minutes, Suzie."
With a despairing sob she moved away and began to stagger slowly towards the kitchen. She had got just halfway across the living room when she heard the sound of running footsteps coming after her. "Suzie!" shouted Albie from behind her. "I said five minutes, not five fucking hours!" And a hand smashed incredibly hard against one of her tender buttocks.
"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!" she screamed, clutching wildly at her burning bottom and leaping frantically around the room, her exhaustion forgotten. "AAAAAAHHHHH!! OWWWWW!! OWWWWW!! AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!
AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
Her wild running finally slowed and she slumped bent over and sobbing against the nearest wall. "Oh God!" she wailed. "Owwwwwwwwwww!!" And then she gradually became aware of a strange noise coming from behind her. She swung her head around slowly, still crying, and still clutching desperately at the excruciating pain in her buttock.
Albie was standing grinning at her, slowly shaking his stinging hand to ease the discomfort. But Joey was sitting naked on the floor, leaning against the wall, clutching his stomach and shrieking with helpless laughter. "Oh God!" he howled, as tears of mirth ran down his cheeks. "...Jumping around the room!... grabbing her ass with both hands!... her tits bouncing up and down!... Oh God - that was fucking classic!... Oh GOD!..." He bent double and became utterly incoherent with fresh laughter.
She felt the hatred blazing up inside her. Oh you pair of filthy sadistic little monsters! she thought furiously, clenching her fists hard against her burning buttock and shaking with helpless impotent rage. If I had a gun I swear I'd blow you both to hell right now!
Bastards, bastards, bastards, bastards, bastards...
"Oh God!..." gasped Joey again. "What a sight! Gotta... gotta hand it to you, Albie - you sure know how to put on a good show!" And he started laughing all over again.
Albie's grin got wider as he stood looking at her. "Guess you aren't as tired as you thought you were, Suzie. You got enough energy to fix the supper now?"
She muttered something through her clenched teeth as she leaned against the wall, her whole body shaking. Damn you to the hottest hell there is, you little bastard! she thought desperately. One day I swear I'll...
"You say something, Suzie?" said Albie sharply. "Was that yes? Or was it another no?"
Instantly the fear returned. "No, Mr. May," she blurted hastily. "I didn't say no! I swear I didn't. I... I was just wondering what you both wanted for... for supper." Oh God!
He looked at her steadily for a long moment. "You know you gotta do everything I say, don't you?" he said at last.
She dropped her eyes. "Yes, Mr. May," she whispered, her lower lip trembling in impotent humiliation. "I know that."
"So you aren't even thinking about bucking the system, are you?"
"No, Mr. May." It was said so quietly that he could hardly hear her.
"Well, then," he continued, "go get your shoes and put them back on..."
"Oh God!..." Joey's renewed outburst of hysteria interrupted him. "She kicked them clear across the fucking ROOM!..."
"...And then go fix a pizza for me. And a..." He turned to the other boy. "...What're you having for supper, kid?"
"Oh God!" Joey was still giggling. "I dunno. Anything!"
"And a TV dinner for Joey. And like I said, Suzie - five minutes."
She stumbled hastily across the room, shoved her feet back into her shoes and then almost ran into the kitchen. By the time she had the frozen packages wrenched open and the dinners thrown into the microwave they were both sitting at the table behind her. "Would you look at her ass, Albie," said Joey, snickering. "Look at that big red handprint. Looks like you've branded her for life!"
Her abused buttock throbbed intolerably. She longed to start massaging it, to start trying to rub away the pain, but she knew that would start a fresh round of giggling and snickering and she held herself in check with an effort. Then she gave a weary sigh. I'd better do the obedient maid bit, she thought hopelessly, turning slowly around to face them. "Anything... anything else you boys want?" she asked hesitantly. She could feel herself trembling again as her feeling of exhaustion slowly returned.
Albie was already peeling off his T-shirt. "Yeah, Suzie," he leered. "I wanna give you a good fucking while I have supper. So get that kitchen maid cunt of yours ready for another stiff dick."
She closed her eyes. Oh God, she thought wearily, will it never end? "Yes, Mr. May," she whispered submissively. "Whatever you want."
Then the microwave beeped and she turned tiredly away to serve their suppers.
Albie was naked by the time she carried the food over to them, sitting beside the equally naked Joey. "Put Joey's down there," he ordered, pointing to the end of the table, "and mine here. Now lay on your back on the table with your legs and your ass over the edge.
Come on, Suzie - hurry it up!"
His impatience chased away her fatigue. She put the plates down hastily and backed up to the table, gasping as her sore bottom encountered the hard edge. "Uhhhhhh!" she moaned, as she lowered herself back on her arms and elbows, feeling the strain in her arched back and the pain of the sharp edge digging into her aching buttocks.
He stood looking down at her, massaging his growing erection with one hand, and nudged at her ankles with his foot. "C'mon," he commanded, "get your legs open. My supper's getting cold."
Then he leaned over her, holding himself up off the table with his arms, and slowly pushed his swollen penis deep into her open vagina. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!" he sighed. "That feels so fucking good!"
"She still wet, Albie?" Joey spoke up through a mouthful of supper.
"Yeaaahhhh..." he breathed, trying another few slow, experimental thrusts. "All slick and slippy. Oh yeaaaahhhhhhhhh!..." Then he reached across with one hand and pushed the pizza closer to her. "Don't let it... ohhhhhhhhh! ...get cold, Suzie," he went on warningly. "Keep feeding me slices... ohhhhhhhhh! ...while I...
ohhhhhhhhh! ...fuck you. I want one bite... ohhhhhhhhh! ...for each poke. Ohhhhhhhhh Godddddddddd!..."
She scrabbled urgently at the plate beside her and held a slice up to his mouth in her shaking fingers, wincing as the still-hot pizza burned her fingertips. "Mmmmmmmm," he said approvingly as his teeth closed over it. "Fuck!" he added as he thrust deep into her again. "Mmmmmmmmm - Fuck!... Mmmmmmmmmm - Fuck!... Mmmmmmmmmm -
Fuck!..."
She pushed the last of the slice into his mouth and grabbed hastily for the next portion, trying not to groan aloud as her sore buttocks were rammed repeatedly against the sharp edge of the table. Got to please him, she thought desperately as she forced her trembling fingers to keep feeding him. Whatever perverted damn thing he wants to do, I've got to keep him happy. But my bottom - it hurts like hell!
"Hey, Albie," said Joey suddenly, his mouth still full, "I think you just invented a new recipe. Fuckeroni pizza!" He started laughing again, and then began to cough as some of his supper went down the wrong way.
"Oh shit!" yelled Albie suddenly. "I'm coming too fucking soon!
Still... still half the pizza left... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuckkkkkkkk! Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!" And he slumped heavily down on top of her, almost squashing the slice of pizza she was still holding.
Thank God, she thought exhaustedly as she felt his semen spouting out inside her. My bottom couldn't take much more. And I think my vagina's starting to dry out as well. Please don't let them want any more tonight!
"Aw, fuck," moaned Albie dejectedly, pawing irritably at her breasts as he lay on top of her. "I wanted to hold out till the last fucking slice. Aw, shit!"
"Hey," said Joey from the end of the table, "no problem, buddy.
You're young and fit, ain'tcha? Just shove your dick back in and start pumping. With a nice warm cunt wrapped around it you'll get hard again in no time, I guarantee it."
Oh God, no! her mind screamed. He's already done it three times.
It'll take him forever to get off again. He'll rub me red raw! Oh God - I've got to stop him! "A...Mr. May," she said desperately. "I... my husband's coming home tomorrow!"
He squeezed one of her breasts. "So?" he said wearily. "That's why we're fucking you tonight, Suzie."
"But he... he..." She snatched a frantic glance at her watch. "He always phones me the night before he comes back - at about nine p.m.
And it's already nearly eight. Please let me go home now, Mr. May -
please!"
He hoisted himself up tiredly on his arms and looked down at her. "What's the problem, Suzie?" he said, still breathing heavily. "You still got over an hour, haven't you?" He looked across at the other boy. "Hey Joey, do me a favor, willya? Reheat this pizza while I see if I can get it up again."
"Yeah," said Joey approvingly. "Way to go, kid. And by the time you're through I'll be just about ready for another fuck myself."
Oh no! she thought in utter despair. Please God - no! But Albie was already fumbling between her legs, trying to push his flaccid penis back inside her vagina. She closed her eyes and turned her face away.
Oh God - please just let it stop!
"Just rub your dick up and down her cunt lips for a while, Albie,"
said Joey, pressing buttons on the microwave. "And when you're hard enough it'll go back in OK. Believe me - I did it three times in a row with a thirteen-year-old last month." Then he grinned. "Course she was a little bit tighter than that old woman you've got there."
She felt her face starting to get hot with fresh humiliation. If I'm such an ugly old hag, she thought savagely, then how come you want to keep raping me all night? Damn you both to hell!
"Move your ass, Suzie," said Albie, giving her a sudden slap on one hip. "You better start giving me a hand if you don't want to still be here at midnight."
"Mr. May," she said desperately, "what about if I sucked you?
Wouldn't... wouldn't that make you hard sooner?" I've got to finish him off quickly, she thought frantically - I've just got to!
"God," said Joey admiringly, "she sure is eager to please, isn't she?
And she doesn't even charge for the service. What a slut!"
She clenched her fists, rigid with shame. She could feel the flush flooding down her face and neck, spreading down over her body and breasts. Well, isn't that what you both want? she screamed at them in her mind. Don't you want me to be your slut, your whore, your walking wet dream? She closed her eyes as she felt the tears starting again.
Oh God, I...
Then a sudden sharp tug at one of her nipples made her eyes fly open again. "Well, get on with it, Suzie," said Albie impatiently, still tugging roughly at her breast. "If you're gonna suck my dick hard again then just do it."
She struggled up onto her elbows, then pushed herself away from the table and sank to her knees in front of him. Then she reached out and shakily took hold of his limp organ. God, how my bottom hurts, she thought dejectedly, as her lips closed unwillingly over the head. And to think how I was planning to avoid any more pain by seducing the little bastard. I should have known he'd find some fresh way to humiliate me! She closed her eyes in despair and started doggedly sucking him. Then she suddenly remembered the need for haste and forced herself to speed up. The taste of his fresh semen and her own vagina almost made her retch.
"Uhhhhhhhhhh!" moaned Albie, leaning against the table above her. "Oh yeahhhhhhh... Just keep fucking doing THAT...!"
But he still wasn't getting hard. She tried even harder, feeling her whole body shaking with renewed fatigue as she struggled to stay up on her knees in front of him. Oh God, she thought hopelessly, this is going to take all damn night! How am I ever going to get home by nine?... And then after what seemed forever she finally felt his organ beginning to swell inside her mouth.
"Oh yeaaahhhhhhh!" Albie gasped. "Oh God -
yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!... Quick, you fucking bitch, get back up on the table and open your fucking legs. For God's sake hurry, while I'm still hard!"
She scrambled hastily back onto the table, her aching bottom cringing at the thought of further abuse. She longed to suggest that they use his bed, but she didn't dare refuse him. She tried to suppress a groan as he pushed himself urgently inside her once more, ramming her buttocks painfully back against the sharp edge of the table.
"There y'go, Albie," said Joey, banging the plate of pizza down beside them. "I had to reheat it a coupla times while she was still sucking you, but it oughta be good and hot by now."
"Thanks... pal..." panted Albie, thrusting into her even harder, making her cry out under him. "Nothing like... uhhhhhhh! ...good hot pizza... Uhhhhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhhhh!" He looked down at her as he pumped. "So get with it... Suzie..." he panted. "Feed me..."
She grabbed hastily for one of the slices. "Ouch!" she whimpered, as it scorched her fingers. "Mr. May, it's hot!"
"You think... I want to... uhhhhhhhhhh! ...eat it frozen or something? Just fucking... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ...pick it up and...
feed me!... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
She could feel the friction slowly increasing inside her vagina as she fumbled each piece of hot pizza into his mouth. "Uhhhhhhh!" she moaned involuntarily as he gave her a particularly savage thrust. How much longer is he going to take? she thought desperately. She winced as the sharp table edge slammed once more against her aching buttocks.
"Damn!" hissed Albie, his teeth clenched as he kept doggedly thrusting into her. "Now the... uhhhhhhhhh! ...fucking pizza's finished and I'm... uhhhhhhhhhh! ...still not there. Shit!"
Joey sat at the end of the table, staring with undisguised interest at the long copulation going on in front of him. "You sure she's still wet, buddy? Looks like you're starting to give her a hard time."
"I don't give a shit... uhhhhhhhh! ...whether she's wet or not.
Uhhhhhhhhhh!... I got a fuck to finish. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!..."
The younger boy got up and came to stand beside them, still watching. "Suzie," he said suddenly, "you want me to feel you up while he's fucking you? I could get you all lubed up again."
Even in the midst of the discomfort and pain she felt her cheeks growing hot. She closed her eyes without answering and turned her face away from him in humiliation, trying not to groan aloud as Albie kept thrusting into her. Joey stood watching for a while longer. Then he shrugged. "Suit yourself," he said, and went to sit down again.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Albie's breathing started to quicken and his movements speeded up. Her buttocks were throbbing from their repeated collisions with the sharp edge of the table, and her vagina felt as if it was on fire. She had never longed more for the feeling of semen squirting out inside her. Please God, she thought desperately, trying to bite back her groanings, let him COME!
"Ahhhhhhhhh shhhhhhittttttttttt!!..." he moaned suddenly. "Oh Godddddddddd!!..." He slumped slowly forward on top of her, and she realized that this time he had produced almost no ejaculate at all. "Fucking... shit..." he mumbled, groping exhaustedly at her body and breasts, "I... am... fucking... fucked!... Ohhhhhhhhhhh shit!..."
She felt his softening penis slip out of her as his dead weight pressed her down against the table. Thank God that's over, she thought exhaustedly. Oh God - my bottom... my vagina... Oh God!
After his exhausted panting had finally died way he pushed himself shakily off her and staggered towards the door. "I gotta go lie down," he muttered. "I'm really fucked."
She struggled slowly up onto her elbows, trembling with pain and fatigue, and looked blankly around her. What... what have I got to do now? she thought dazedly. Oh yes - get dressed... get the hell out of here... get home by nine p.m. If I still can. Oh God... She gave a weary groan and began to lever herself slowly up off the table.
"Where're you going, Suzie?" Joey's voice came unexpectedly from behind her. "I haven't had my fuck yet."
It took her a few seconds to register. Then: Oh no! her exhausted mind screamed. Oh God - NO! She fell heavily back onto one elbow and twisted around, trembling, to stare at him. "Joey..." she gasped hopelessly, "for God's sake... If I... if I have to do it again it'll tear my insides out. For God's sake - please!..."
But he was already walking around the table. "Stiff shit, Suzie," he said bluntly. "I offered to lube you up again while Albie was still fucking you, but you were so damn snooty you didn't even answer me.
So whose fault is it if your cunt feels like a truck's just driven through it?" He stepped between her spread legs and looked down at her. "Course if you told me you were real sorry for being such a stuck up snoot, and then begged me real nice to feel you up - well, I might think about doing it before I fuck you."
She just lay there, looking with horrified fascination at the stiff young erection bobbing in front of him, pointed right at her burning crotch. "Oh God," she whispered, her lower lip trembling. "Oh God..."
He waited a few moments more. "OK, Suzie," he shrugged - "it's your cunt." And then he shoved himself roughly into her.
"Aaaarrrrrgggghhhhhh!" she screamed, convulsing in front of him on the table as his swollen organ ripped fiercely into her raw vagina. "Nooooooooooo! Oh God, Joey - PLEASE!..."
He paused in mid stroke, his penis still inside her. "Changed your mind, Suzie? Want me to feel you up after all?"
"Oh God, yes Joey, please!" she gabbled desperately, clawing at his arms. "It'll kill me if you keep doing that! Please do what you said -
for God's sake, please!"

"Please feel you up?"
"Oh God, please, Joey! Please feel me up - please, please, please feel me up. For God's sake, please!"
"Please make you come?"
"Yes, yes, yes - please make me come! Oh God!"
He gave one short, tentative stroke into her, making her cry out again. "How many times should I make you come? More than I did before?"
"Oh yes Joey, if that's what you want to do please do it! Anything, Joey - oh God please - anything! But please, please, please don't keep hurting..."
"Too bad, Suzie," he interrupted callously. "You just didn't ask soon enough, did you?" And he jammed his erect penis savagely back inside her and started pumping as hard and fast as he could.
"Aaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh!!" she shrieked, clawing desperately at his hips and stomach, trying frantically to push him away, as her legs flailed wildly and her body thrashed and jerked on the table in front of him. "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!! Oh God, Joey, please stop it! Oh Godddddddd!! Owwwwwwwww!! Aaaaaaaahhhhh!! Owwwwwwwwww!!
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhhh!! Please, please - STOPPPPP IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!"
"Too fucking late, Suzie!" he shouted over her wailing, with his young hands clamped hard around her waist to keep her in place. He increased the speed of his thrusts, making the whole table shake under them. "Oh Goddddddd!" he howled. "I'm comiiiinnnggg!!
Commmmmiiiiiiinnnnnnggggggg!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!" Then he fell forward onto her, still making small feeble thrusts at her tormented groin as his wild gasping and panting slowly began to die away.
Her cries finally faded. "You've ruined me!" she wept, sobbing and shuddering underneath him. "Oh God - you've ruined me! And it hurts -
it hurts so much!"
"Aw, quit whining, Suzie," he said wearily. "It's nothing a little bit of vaseline won't fix." He hoisted himself up slowly on his arms and looked down at her. "And maybe next time someone offers to help you out, you won't be quite so damn snooty about it." He gave a tired sigh and pushed himself away. "I'm gonna lie down. Why don't you fuck off and go phone your husband or something?"
She lay on the table, still trembling and crying, and looked fearfully after his slight blond figure as he left the room. Oh God, she thought wretchedly. And I thought Albie was a bastard. But he's got nothing on you, you little monster! She shivered, then began struggling slowly and painfully off the table, gasping as each movement brought fresh pain to her raw vagina. My clothes, she thought hopelessly. Where the hell are my clothes?
She staggered out of the kitchen, walking with her legs grotesquely spread to favor her throbbing vagina. She found her skirt still lying in a crumpled heap near the front door, then went weaving slowly across the room towards Albie's bedroom, looking for the rest of her clothes. Oh Rob, my darling, she thought hopelessly as she felt the fresh tears starting, I'm not going to make it. I'm not going to be there when you call. But I can't move any faster - I just can't. Oh my darling, I'm so sorry!
Albie lay snoring on the bed as she shakily pulled on her bra and blouse. My panties...? she thought confusedly. Then she remembered.
He had taken them from her at the school. She gave a resigned sigh and walked slowly and spread-legged out past the sleeping Joey on the sofa to pick up her handbag. It was only when she saw the front door staring blankly at her that she finally realized. Oh God, she thought despairingly, I'm locked in!
She went back and looked irresolutely in through the open door of Albie's bedroom. He was still on the bed, oblivious and snoring.
Where the hell does he keep the key? she thought despairingly. She started to move quietly towards his desk, and then suddenly the memory hit her: his angry face right in front of hers, his fingers tight in her hair - You're never gonna fuck with my stuff again!... A violent shiver shook her whole frame. Oh God, she thought fearfully, if he catches me looking through his things for that key...!
She looked down at his sleeping form. Which is worse, she thought hopelessly - being punished for waking him or being locked in here all night? She reached out one trembling hand and shook him gently by the shoulder. Nothing. She shook him again, harder this time.
"Wha...?" he grunted, stirring slightly on the bed.
"Mr. May," she whispered desperately. "I... I'm sorry, Mr. May, but I have to go. You... you said I could go. Please, Mr. May."
He half opened one eye and looked at her blankly. "So fucking go, then," he mumbled irritably.
"But I'm... I'm locked in. Please, Mr. May - I'm so sorry."
"Oh shit," he muttered. He burrowed back down into his pillow. "...Jeans," he mumbled. "Right pocket. Now get the fuck out of here and lemme sleep."
She flushed and drew back. Then she looked hopelessly around the room. Where the hell did he leave his jeans? Oh yes - the kitchen.
She turned and moved slowly and painfully towards the door.
His sleepy voice came from behind her. "You're waddling like a duck, Suzie." He giggled tiredly. "A fucked duck."
Her face burned hotter. She took a deep breath and tried to walk a little more normally as she left the room. I'm not even going to answer you, you little bastard, she thought tiredly. She retrieved the key and let herself out, leaving the key dangling on the inside of the lock as she pulled the door closed. Thank God, she thought, trembling. That's one more night of hell behind me.
She glanced tiredly and listlessly at her watch as the elevator descended. Then she froze. That can't be right! she thought incredulously, holding the watch up to the light. It's only eight fifty eight. Oh God - maybe I can still get home before Rob phones!
She ran out of the open elevator towards her car, her soreness forgotten. Please God, let him phone late! she begged as she started the car. Then she was racing out of the exit with a squeal of tires and bursting out into the quiet street.
She narrowly avoided at least two accidents on the way home. By the time she was driving down their street she was trembling all over.
Please God, she kept praying - please don't let him call yet! Please!
It was nine twenty three by the time she had frantically unlocked the front door and rushed in to the phone. And there was no blinking red light on the answering machine! He still hasn't called, she thought with desperate gratitude. Oh, thank God! She sank slowly down onto the carpet in front of the phone and felt the tears of thankfulness starting to run down her cheeks. Thank God!
Her racing heartbeat began to quieten as she lay there, and then she became aware of how sore and dirty and degraded she felt. I've got to have a shower, she thought desperately. I can't stay like this for even another minute! If I leave the door open I can hear if the phone rings. She struggled up off the floor and stumbled to the bathroom.
Even the hot shower didn't make her feel clean. She stood trembling under the cascading water, washing herself again and again and again, trying to wash all the soreness and shame into oblivion. And then suddenly the phone rang. She grabbed a towel and hurtled out into the living room, trailing water all the way.
"Hello?" she said eagerly. "Oh God, Rob - thank heavens! Oh darling, it's so good to hear your voice."
The phone murmured in her ear. He was sorry he was phoning so late -
he'd been out to dinner with a client. Thank God you WERE late, she thought with desperate gratitude. At least I was here when you called. Then she realized he was telling her how much he loved and missed her.
Her voice shook. "Oh darling, I miss you too. I miss you so much!..."
"...Yes, darling, I can't wait for you to get home..."
"...Yes, honey, all night - I promise. We'll make love all night..."
"...Yes, darling, I love you too. I love you so much! Goodbye, sweetheart."
Her hand was shaking as she replaced the receiver. Then she slowly bowed her head, cupped one hand over her aching vagina through the wet towel, and started to cry.


CHAPTER 6

She sat at her desk, looking up at him. "What...?" she whispered incredulously.

"I told you, Suzie," Albie repeated impatiently. "Joey and me talked about it, and you gotta shave your cunt. You're just too damned hairy and we don't like it."

She glanced fearfully towards the door of the classroom. "Mr. May, for God's sake, please keep you voice down. Someone might hear us!"
"Well, just tell me you're gonna do it, and I won't have to keep standing here and saying it."

She looked back at him, her lip trembling. "Mr. May, I... How could I ever explain something like that to my husband? He's coming back tonight!"

He shrugged. "That's your problem, Suzie. Why don't you tell him it'll liven up your love life or something?" He stopped, and leered at her. "Maybe it'll even make him fuck you more, and make you come more often."

She felt her face burning. Oh God, you little bastard, she thought despairingly - isn't there any part of my life you're going to leave untouched?

He turned to go. "Oh, by the way, Suzie," he said over his shoulder, "your old man's only gonna be home for a few days. I've been checking his email. So make sure you get yourself shaved real good by tomorrow."

* * * * *

She was still trembling when she got home. Only home for a few days?
she thought desperately. Oh God, Rob, that can't possibly be true.
Please tell me when you get here that it's not true! She looked at her watch - he was due any minute. And then she heard the sound of his car on the driveway.

"Rob - darling!" She flew into his arms.

"Hello, angel." His embrace was so familiar and reassuring. Then as he pressed himself against her, suddenly she could hear Albie's hateful voice again: Can you feel his hard dick pressing up against your cunt when he hugs you?... She caught herself recoiling from him involuntarily, and forced herself to cling to him all the harder.

"Oh, Rob," she said desperately, "I've missed you so much!" She kissed him hard on the mouth and then drew back to look up into his face. "We've got so much lost time to make up. And this time you'll be home for a good long time, won't you?"

He murmured uneasily and looked away from her. "Uh, actually sweetheart, I..."

"Rob!" A dreadful mixture of indignation and despair began to creep over her. "Rob, you don't mean...?"

"Honey, I'll be home for almost three days," he said hastily. "And then it'll only be a week or so before I'm back again. And then I'll make it up to you - I promise!"

She turned her face away as she felt the tears starting to sting her eyes. He was still muttering shamefaced apologies but she wasn't hearing them. Oh God, Rob, she thought emptily, you don't know what fresh hell you've just condemned me to, do you? Oh God in heaven! She felt her whole body starting to tremble and she fought to choke back a sob.

His hand came up under her chin, tipping her face up towards his. "How about I take you out for a really good dinner?" he whispered.

* * * * *

He finally raised the subject at breakfast. "Sweetheart," he said hesitantly, "I got a couple of really strange emails. The attachments looked like... like pictures of you."

She was standing with her back to him at the kitchen bench. "Oh?" she said, trying to keep her voice casual. She took a deep breath and turned around. "Pictures in an email? I... I didn't know you could do that." Liar! her mind screamed at her.
"Yes, honey." He was pulling out his laptop and opening it up on the kitchen table. "I've told you about email attachments before. Don't you remember?"
She forced herself to stand rock still as the machine booted up. "Look, sweetheart," he said, clicking on the screen and making her face appear in front of them, "isn't that a picture of you? When you were younger? And here's the second one."

"My gosh," she said, trying to put just the right amount of surprise into her voice, "they certainly look like me, darling. Where... where on earth did they come from?" She could feel herself trembling.

"I don't know," he said slowly. "They were sent through an anonymous remailer. I couldn't trace them back." He looked up at her. "The messages say, `Do you know this woman?' Do you recognize the pictures, honey?"

She shook her head. Liar, liar, liar! her mind shouted. "Maybe...
maybe from some house party when I was at college. But why would anyone...?"

Suddenly he grinned. "You must have a secret admirer, sweetheart. An old flame. He's obviously trying to take you away from me."
She went over to him. "No one," she said, trying to keep her voice steady, "is ever going to take me away from you, darling." She kissed him and hugged him close. "And this evening I'm going to have a very, very sexy surprise for my very, very sexy husband."

"Oh?" He sounded thoroughly intrigued. "What kind of surprise?"
"You'll see." She kissed him again. "And now you'd better go, or we'll both be late for work."

She watched him go. So now it's lies, she thought bitterly. Lies and excuses. Hiding my striped bottom from you at night, pretending to enjoy sex with a sore vagina. What will I be forced into next? She sighed and picked up her bag.

Albie wasn't at school. As the day passed and he still didn't appear her relief was indescribable. Later in the day the Principal called her aside and diffidently mentioned the emails. This time her lies came more easily. But when he suggested trying to get them traced she was secretly horrified. "Uh, Mr Anderson, I'd really rather just leave it for the moment," she said hurriedly. "I mean, it's not as if the pictures are... objectionable or anything." But they will be, won't they? she thought despairingly. They will be if you don't do every single damn thing those little monsters tell you to. Oh God!
She left school earlier than usual and hurried home to get herself shaved. God, this is humiliating, she thought as she sat half naked on the bathroom stool with the razor in her hand. Then just as she had finished and dressed herself again the doorbell rang.
She stood frozen in the open doorway, staring helplessly at him. "Joey!" she said at last. "What in God's name are you doing here?"
He smiled at her. "Hi, Suzie. Aren't you going to invite me in?"
She hustled him inside, looking nervously out into the street to see if any of the neighbors were watching. "What do you want?" she hissed at him as soon as the door was safely closed. "And how the hell did you find out where I live?"
"One of your husband's emails. We found your phone number too." He was looking around the living room. "Nice place you've got here, Suzie."
Her voice rose. "I asked you: what do you want?" She could feel herself trembling. "My husband's due home soon and you can't possibly stay..."

"Then we'll get right to the point, Suzie." His young smile was harder now. "Did Albie tell you to shave your cunt by today?"

She just looked at him. "Yes," she muttered at last. Her trembling was getting worse.

"Did you do it?"

She closed her eyes. "Yes," she whispered. Oh God.

"Lemme see."

Her eyes flew open in shock. "Joey, for God's sake, my husband'll be home any minute..."

"Then you'd better hurry it up, Suzie. Show me that smooth cunt of yours - right now."

"Oh God." Her shoulders slumped in defeat. "Then come to the bedroom," she said dully. "And please hurry, for God's sake."
"Uh, uh." His voice called her back. "Right here, Suzie." She looked around and saw that he was pointing at a spot just inside the front door.
"What?" She was horrified. She looked frantically around at the living room windows. "The neighbors - they'll see us!"
"Then close the curtains, Suzie." He sounded like an exasperated teacher talking to a small child. "And you better hurry if you don't want your old man walking in on us."
With a desperate sob she ran across the room and started wrenching curtains closed. He stood watching her, the hard little smile still on his face, until she came back and stood obediently by the front door, breathing heavily and trembling.
His smile broadened as he looked at her. "Take your panties off, Suzie."
She choked back another sob and began to reach slowly and unwillingly up under her skirt. Then she checked, and reached around hurriedly to the door to close the deadlock. His smile got even wider. "Better hurry, Suzie. Hubby might be here any minute."
She wrenched her panties off, then stood looking desperately around the room with them still in her hand. Finally she darted over to one of the armchairs and shoved them under the seat cushion, then ran back to stand trembling by the door. She was crying openly now.
He laughed at her. "Love it, Suzie. What'll hubby think if he finds panties under there? That you've got a boyfriend who makes house calls?"

She clenched her fists. "For God's sake," she said desperately, "will you do what you want and go! Before my husband gets here!"
He just looked at her. "Well, you're the one with the skirt on over your cunt, Suzie," he said at last. "You oughta be smart enough to figure out what to do next."

"Oh God!" She reached down and grasped the hem of her skirt with trembling fingers, then began to slowly pull it up above her waist.
Her face was hot with humiliation. As the skirt lifted higher she could feel the cool air of the room playing on her bare crotch. She turned her face away and closed her eyes.

She heard him step forward. "Nice," he said. Then she jumped as his fingers touched her groin. "Mmmm," he said approvingly, running his hand over her smooth pubis and slipping one finger up inside her. "Reminds me of my little sister's hairless cunt."
Suddenly she knew with a dreadful certainty that he'd been molesting his young sister as well. She felt physically sick. Then she shivered as his finger found her clitoris. "Spread your legs, Suzie," he said softly.
Her eyes snapped open again. "Oh God, Joey - please. Please don't...
don't do that to me now! My husband..."
But he was already picking up the rhythm. "We've got time, Suzie," he breathed. "You've had lots of practice - you'll come in no time."
"Oh... oh God!" she gasped. "Please Joey, for God's sake, don't...
Ohhhhhhh!... Oh God, Joeeeyyyyy! Nooooooo! Joey, please, I...
Aaaaahhhhh!... Oh Godddddd!... Nooooooooo!!..."

But he continued, making her breathing grow faster and her trembling increase. Then suddenly in the midst of her unwilling and growing arousal she heard it - the sound of tires on the driveway. She grabbed frantically for his wrist as his finger kept moving insidiously inside her. "Joey... for God's... sake..." she panted, her whole body shaking, "that's my... husband!... P...please stopppp iiiiiittttttttt!... Oh God, I'm... No! Noooooooo! Aaaaaaahhhhhh!
Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!! Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!!"

He bent down towards her as she slumped gasping and trembling to the floor. "Good one, Suzie," he whispered smugly. "Maybe your best yet."
And then he slipped quietly down the hallway towards the back door.
She heard the sound of her husband's key turning in the lock and began struggling desperately to her feet, frantically trying to smooth the creases out of her skirt. She heard the key check and then continue to turn, disengaging the deadlock. Thank God for the deadlock, she thought, shuddering. Gives me a few more seconds...
But she was still bent over against the wall when the door opened.
Her husband's greeting died on his lips and he ran to her. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" he said, bending down to her and putting an arm around her shaking shoulders. "Are you sick or something?"
"Just... just tummy pains," she lied. Damn that little bastard, she thought. Damn him, damn him, damn him! She gripped her husband's arm and pulled herself tremblingly upright. Then she tried to smile. "You... you remember when I was younger, darling, how I was always getting uptight on... on special occasions, and getting tummy pains? And it's... it's so special to have you home again." She hesitated, fighting for self control and trying desperately to look beguiling at the same time. "And don't forget the sexy surprise I promised you," she whispered shakily.
He led her over to the sofa, still concerned. "You sure you're OK, baby?" he said anxiously.

Her breathing was quieter now. "Yes, darling, I'm OK." She paused, and then forced herself to smile at him. "Why don't you kiss me hello, handsome?"

He did. When they came up for air he started caressing her. "Tell me more about this mysterious sexy surprise," he whispered.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," she murmured, trying to relax under his touch. "But for a man with wandering hands it shouldn't be too hard..."

He slid one hand up under her blouse. "Am I getting warm?"
"Oh no," she sighed. "Still cold. Too high and too cold."
His hand slid lower. "Warmer now?"
Her hips squirmed on the sofa. "Definitely heating up," she whispered.
His hand was on her knee now. "How am I doing?" he asked.
She closed her eyes. "I'm not giving you any more help. You'll have to... work it out for yourself!"
His fingers slid up under her skirt. Then he stiffened. "Susan - my God! You're not wearing any panties!"
She smiled a secret smile. "Rob, darling, you don't even know the half of it."
* * * * * She lay beside him, naked in the darkness. Their lovemaking had been better tonight - much better. After being fended off until supper and drinks were over he had been desperate to have her, and he was obviously very aroused by her bare pubis. And her own soreness was almost gone. They had made love twice in succession, and she had almost achieved climax the second time. But still only almost.
Suddenly she found herself making unwilling comparisons between her husband's lovemaking and Joey's skill at bringing her to orgasm right beside her own front door. What's this whole awful nightmare doing to me? she thought despairingly. What's it doing to our marriage? Oh Rob, I love you so much, but sometimes I wish...

* * * * *

She sat watching him finish his packing. Their last day and night together had passed so quickly, and now he was leaving again. As his departure time got closer she could feel the panic beginning to mount up inside her.

Albie's face swam in front of her again. "Tomorrow's Saturday, Suzie," he had said to her at school the previous day. "After your old man's gone we want you over at the apartment for the rest of the weekend. If you're not there by three p.m. you know what's gonna start happening." She shivered at the memory, and closed her eyes.
"That's it, sweetheart." Her husband's voice broke through her thoughts. "I'll have to leave now, to give me time to park the car at work before I go to the airport."
She stood up shakily. You don't know, do you? she thought hopelessly.
And I can't ever tell you. I can't ever, ever tell you what hell you're leaving me to. Oh God! She pressed herself against him, trembling, and opened her mouth to say goodbye. And then suddenly it happened.
Without warning she burst into a torrent of tears. "Oh Rob, please don't go!" she wailed, clinging desperately to him. "Please, please, please don't go! I can't bear it when you're away. For God's sake, please stay with me - please!"
"Heyyyy..." He stroked her hair. "This isn't like you, sweetheart."
He hugged her close. "Where's my brave baby? Where's the gutsy girl I married, the one who promised to hang in there until I got that big promotion? This'll only be for another year or two - you know that, angel."
But she kept weeping and clinging to him. "Oh God, Rob, please - just for this weekend, please! Please stay for the weekend. You could go on Monday, couldn't you? Please, please, please tell me you could stay until Monday..."
And in the end he lost patience with her. "Susan, for God's sake!" he burst out. "How the hell can I change my plane bookings at this stage? Not to mention the meetings I've got scheduled for tomorrow after I get there. What the hell's come over you all of a sudden?"
She sat staring at the closed door after he had gone, the tears running unchecked down her cheeks. When the phone rang she picked it up without even thinking. "Hello?" she said dully.
"You haven't forgotten your date with us, have you, Suzie?" It was Albie's voice. "You've got two hours to get here."
The receiver slipped unnoticed out of her hand. She was crying too much to even see.
* * * * * It was two fifty three. She stood irresolute and trembling outside the door of the apartment, her finger near the bell. I've got to go in! she told herself despairingly. Maybe his watch is fast or something. Maybe he's already starting up his email and getting ready to send the next message. Oh God. She took a deep breath and pressed down shakily on the button.
The door opened almost immediately. "Well, hello, Suzie," said Albie smoothly. "Do come in. You can put your bag over there." As he relocked the door he called over his shoulder: "Hey, Joey - she's here, buddy. You can get naked now." Then he jerked his head at her. "You too, Suzie. Did you shave your cunt again today?"
She felt her face burning. "Yes," she muttered. "Just... just before I came."
"Well, get your clothes off and lemme see it. Joey tells me it looks good. Just like a little girl, he said." He was unbuckling his belt as he spoke.
By the time she had undressed and laid her clothes on one of the armchairs Albie was standing naked, watching her. His erection throbbed in front of him. "Yeahhhhh..." he breathed, staring at her bare pubis. "God, that looks good. C'mere and let me feel it."
She forced herself to step closer. Immediately his hand was at her crotch, fondling her bare pubis, reaching up inside her to rub clumsily at her clitoris. "God," he said again, "this is fucking fantastic."
Joey came out of the bedroom, also naked, with his young penis stiff and erect. "Told you, didn't I, buddy? Just like a little girl."
Albie was rubbing harder at her clitoris now, his clumsiness making her wince. "Yeah," he breathed, "you can see every fucking thing."
Then he grinned at Joey. "Not that I've got your experience with little girl cunts, buddy. I don't have any kid sisters."
She stood trembling in front of him, biting her lip with each fresh movement of his fingers. Joey stood watching for a while. Then suddenly he stepped forward. "Listen, pal," he said, "you gotta go a little bit easy if you want to make her come. That clit of hers is real soft and teeny. Lemme show you." He knelt down in front of her and tapped the insides of her thighs with the back of his hand. "Spread `em, Suzie. C'mon - open that bald cunt of yours nice and wide."
He pulled her labia wide apart with his thumbs. "Get down here and have a good look, buddy, and I'll show you." Albie knelt down beside him and brought his face close to her crotch. "Now this," Joey went on, "is her hood - just inside her cunt lips. And her clit's just in under that. And when you're fucking her..." He inserted two fingers into her vagina and began slowly working them in and out. "...That little hood kinda pulls on her clit every time you shove your dick into her cunt, and that makes her come. See?"
She clenched her fists, feeling the nails biting into her palms as she fought to stay on her feet. My God, her mind shouted in agony, now I'm his show and tell for sex education! Oh, Rob, Rob, how could you just drive away and leave me to this horror?
But Joey was still talking. "...Course there's her G-spot and other stuff too, like her nipples. But you can't go too far wrong just playing with her clit. As long as you go easy. Like this..." And she started trembling as she felt the same slow insidious movement of his finger inside her all over again, forcing her into arousal, building her slowly up towards climax whether she wanted it or not.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she gasped, grabbing instinctively for their bare shoulders to stop herself from falling. "Oh my God!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!..."
Joey grinned. "Doesn't take her long to warm up now, does it, pal?
She's in real good practice." He stopped abruptly and withdrew his finger. "Why don'tcha give it a try?"
Albie licked his lips and pushed his finger into her. "Like this?" he asked, rubbing at her swollen clitoris. "Is this how you do it?"
But his touch was still too clumsy. She felt her arousal slowly starting to ebb, and she fought against an almost overwhelming urge to start bucking her hips against his hand. I will not! she told herself desperately, biting her lip to hold back her groaning. I will NOT let myself be... Oh GOD!...
"Nah - she's losing it, buddy," said Joey. "But she's pretty well lubed up now. Why don't you just go ahead and fuck her? Maybe you can make her come that way."
"Yeah," said Albie with satisfaction, pulling his finger out of her and getting to his feet. "That's the best idea I've heard since she walked in the door." He reached out and grasped both of her nipples, making her gasp as he pulled her back towards the front door of the apartment. "Hey, Joey buddy," he went on, "go get me a towel, willya?
I want to fuck her on the floor, and I don't want to leave any cum stains on the carpet."
Joey ran back with the towel. "Where do you want it, pal?"
"Just over there, buddy." Albie inclined his head, still pulling her towards him by her nipples, stretching her breasts out painfully in front of her. "Just inside the front door. Come along, Suzie - let's go walkies over this way, like a good little girl cunt."
She stumbled after him, gasping from the pain in her breasts. She longed to grab at his wrenching fingers to ease her distress, but she didn't dare annoy him.
Albie gave one last sharp tug at her nipples and then released her. "OK, Suzie," he said, "I'm not gonna carry you over the fucking threshold. So the next best thing is to fuck you on the threshold.
Lay down on that towel and bring your knees back near your tits. Then stick your feet up in the air and grab your ankles with both hands."
Oh God, she thought in despair, what you think I am, you little bastard - an Olympic acrobat or something? Grunting with the effort, she adopted the pose he had ordered.
"Yeah, that's it," said Albie approvingly. "Now pull your feet apart and hold them like that."
She lay on her back, struggling not to fall over sideways. Her hands were becoming slippery with sweat and she clung desperately to her ankles to stop her fingers slipping off. She could feel her vagina gaping obscenely open, and her face went hot as she saw both boys staring at her splayed crotch.
"God, Albie, is she a slut or what?" said Joey admiringly, his young erection standing out stiff in front of him. "Look at that wide open bald cunt!" He looked across at the other boy. "You gonna have first fuck?"
"You bet, buddy," said Albie firmly. "She's my bitch, remember." He knelt down in front of her and eased himself in between her spread legs, fumbling to insert his swollen organ into her gaping hairless vagina. "Oh God - yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!..." He reached up and clamped one hand around her face, squeezing her cheeks in against her teeth and forcing her mouth grotesquely open. "Suzie," he said softly, "you listen real good. I'm gonna fuck you real hard, and while I'm doing it you're gonna keep hanging onto those ankles of yours like your life depended on it. Got it?"
"Yeh, Mr. May," she grunted through her open mouth.
"Good..." he breathed. "Cause if you let go, you're gonna get a real hot ass paddling as soon as I've finished. Got it, Suzie?"
"Yeh, Mr May."
"Great. Then here we goooooooooo!..." And he began slamming himself into her, ramming his erection in and out of her vagina faster and harder than anything she had experienced so far, thudding his groin against hers, making her shudder and gasp and grunt under him. "Oh God!..." he howled, "you're my biiiiiitch!... Smooth baby cunt... for my... big boy diiiiiiick!... And I'm going in... so fucking deep!...
Oh Goddddddddddddd!!..."
She could feel her ankles starting to slip out of her sweaty fingers and she struggled frantically to keep hold. Oh God, she prayed as she was tossed wildly around underneath him, let him come! Please let him come, before I lose my grip!
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!" he screamed, pounding himself into her even faster. "Fucking biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch!!... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!!!..." And his warm semen began flooding out inside her vagina.
"Oh Goddddddd!" he gasped, as his breathing began to slow. "Why did I... ever waste time with... anything else?... Oh God, you bitch -
you've gotta be the... sweetest... fucking... fuck... in the whole...
fucking... world!... Oh God!..."
"A...Mr. May, please," she panted, feeling his dead weight pressing down on her as she struggled desperately to keep her sweaty grip on her ankles, "can I... can I please let go of my ankles now? Please!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!..." he sighed. "Do what you... fucking like, Suzie." He groped feebly for one of her breasts. "Oh God - what a fuck...!"
With a sobbing groan of relief she released her grip on her ankles and let her feet fall back to the floor. Oh God, she thought despairingly as she lay under him trembling with fatigue, what's it going to be next - sex on a trapeze?
"Hey, Albie." Joey's voice came from above them. "You gonna sleep on top of her all day? Or are you gonna let me have a turn?"
"Aaaaaahhhhh shiiiiiittttt..." Albie groaned. "Can't you... leave a guy time... to get his dick back together again, buddy?... Oh Goddddd..." He pushed himself tiredly off her and rolled heavily onto his back on the floor. "Ohhhhhhh fuck..."
Joey was already kneeling down beside her. "I don't think she came, pal."
"I don't give a fuck," muttered Albie wearily. "I came - that's the main fucking thing."
"You sure did, buddy." Joey was mopping her wet crotch with one end of the towel. "There's enough cum running out of her to fill a bathtub." He dabbed at her pubis again, and then wrapped the towel around his finger and pushed it up inside her. "Did you come, Suzie?"
She winced, then felt herself flushing as she turned her face away from him and closed her eyes without answering. Oh God, she thought despairingly - isn't rape enough, you little monster? Do I have to fill out a whole damned questionnaire as well?
Joey rammed his towel-covered finger roughly up inside her again, making her cry out. "Suzie, I asked you a question. Did you come?"
"Aaahhh! Joey - please!" she gasped. "I... I didn't come. Please...
please stop hurting me!"
"Well, why didn't you tell me the first time?" He rammed the towel into her one more time, making her gasp, and withdrew it. Then he started slowly teasing her clitoris with his bare finger. "Waddaya think, Albie - should I make her come?"
"Whatever you fucking like, pal," mumbled Albie tiredly, still lying on the floor with his eyes closed. "She's all yours till I can get it up again."
"OK..." Joey murmured, as he continued slowly fondling her. "Let's see how close we can get you, Suzie." He bent down closer to her crotch. "Maybe this time we won't go quite all the way..."
She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as the sensations began slowly building inside her again. The urge to buck her hips up and down against his finger was almost unendurable. Oh God, she thought, desperately clenching her fists as she tried to keep herself still, the little bastard's the devil himself! But I don't want to give him... the satisfaction!... Oh GODDDDDDDDDDDD!!...
"You like that, Suzie?" he breathed, teasing her up towards a peak and then slowly slackening off. "You like it?..."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" she gasped, trying desperately to hold herself still. "Ohhhhhhhh!... Ohhhhhhhh!... Ohhhhhhhh!... Ohhhhhhhh!...
Ohhhhhhhh!..."
"You want me to fuck you now, Suzie?" he asked softly, still teasing her swollen clitoris. "Why don't you stick you feet up in the air, the way Albie said."
Her legs leapt up into position over her, her hands groping feverishly for her ankles. I'm just doing what he said, she thought desperately, her breath coming in rapid pants. It's not because I want... "Ohhhhh Godddddddddd!..." she gasped, as his finger found her arousal again.
Joey moved himself into position over her, holding himself up on his arms above her trembling body. "Don't forget, Suzie," he said quietly. "Keep hold of those ankles now." And he rammed himself into her.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh!" she howled as his stiff penis began moving against her throbbing clitoris. "Aiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she wailed as he increased his pace, rotating his groin against hers as he thrust into her. Her hands flew from her ankles and her arms wrapped themselves urgently around his young body, dragging him desperately down into her own. "Oh GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!" she screamed, twining her legs around him and pounding her buttocks wildly up and down on the towel. "I'm coming!... commmiiiingggg!... COMMMIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!!...
AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!..."
Their joint gasping and panting started slowly dying away. "Wow!"
Albie's awed voice sounded finally in the aftermath. "Did you make her come or what?"
"Yeah," gasped Joey as he lifted his flushed face out from between her breasts. "Nothing... nothing like a good old double come, buddy.
Greatest feeling in the... fucking world!... Ohhhhh God - her cunt was... was squeezing my dick like you wouldn't believe. Ohhhhh Goddddddddd!..."
Albie moved closer and prodded her roughly in one shivering buttock. "How was that for a fuck, Suzie? Better than your old man's ever done for you, I'll bet."
Her shame was coming now, building and building inside her as her insane arousal began to ebb. She wrenched her embracing arms away from Joey's body as if he had suddenly become a hot stove and then jerked her entwined legs off him as well. "Oh God," she whispered wretchedly and closed her eyes, trembling more than ever. How COULD you? her agonized mind shrieked at her, as cold sanity slowly returned. Letting him masturbate you was one thing, but thrashing around under him and screaming like a whore!... What have you BECOME?!... She squeezed her eyes tighter shut and started to cry, her sobs broken and desolate in the now quiet room.
Joey climbed unsteadily off her. Then he reached down and plucked at one of her nipples as she wept. "Did the earth move for you too, Suzie?" he sneered.
She rolled away from both of them and huddled shivering against the wall. You filthy, filthy little bastards, she thought hopelessly -
you're ruining my career, you're ruining my marriage, you're ruining my life! Oh God - damn you both to hell! Then she felt a hand on her shoulder, dragging her over onto her back again. She opened her eyes unwillingly and looked up.
Joey was bending over her, a cold smile on his young face. "Did you have fun, Suzie? `Cause fun time's over now." He bent down closer to her and whispered, "You let go of your ankles, didn't you?"
She stiffened in shock, then just lay there looking up at him, her lips trembling. "Joey, for God's sake..."
"Hey, listen buddy..." Albie sounded uneasy. "You made her come like a hurricane. I mean, I sure as hell paddle her when she says no, but..."
Joey's head swung around. "What about when you fucked her?" he demanded. "You saying you wouldn't've paddled her if she'd let go?"
As Albie stayed uneasily silent Joey looked back down at her. "Get away from the wall, Suzie. Get up on your knees and stick your face down on the floor. I wanna see that ass of yours right up in the air." Then he stalked off towards Albie's bedroom. "Now where the hell's that paddle?"
She groaned again as she forced her shivering body to obey him. Then she lay crouched in the position he had ordered, her cheek pressed against the rough carpet and her quivering bottom raised. Oh God, she thought, trembling, looking after Joey's departing form, I wasn't wrong about you, you little monster. You're twice the bastard Albie is, and then some! Her eyes beseechingly sought for Albie's face, hoping for some sign of pity or reprieve, but he had already turned away from her and climbed up off the floor. Then she felt herself going cold all over as she saw Joey's naked figure coming back with the paddle in his hand.
"Suzie," he said steadily, "you get one more chance to see if you can do what you're told. Reach back between your legs and grab your ankles again."
Trembling she obeyed him, grunting with the effort, struggling to get a good grip on her ankles with her sweaty fingers.
"Great." His voice was mocking. "That ass of yours looks real tight and inviting, stuck up in the air like that. And those cute red ass stripes are just about gone. Must be time to warm it up again, huh, Suzie?"
Her eyes darted desperately across towards Albie again. He was sitting, still naked, watching her from an armchair, and she saw his hand steal slowly down to his groin and begin kneading his flaccid penis. Her heart sank. No damned help from you, she thought despairingly. No matter what you said, you're getting turned on at the prospect of seeing me suffer, aren't you? Oh God!
Joey was still talking to her. "You better listen real good to the rules, Suzie. I'm gonna give you ten swats - five on each ass cheek."
He waved the paddle at her raised bottom and she flinched. "You gotta keep count for me, `cause you're a smart schoolteacher and I'm just a dumb kid. After each swat you gotta count it out loud, and then you gotta say, `Thank you, Master Joey.' " Then he pointed towards her ankles with the paddle. "And you gotta hold on to those ankles. If you let go or lose count then we start over. Got it?"
Her trembling got worse. "Yes, Joey," she whispered.
"Yes, who?" he demanded sharply.
"Yes, Master Joey." Oh God, she thought, you twisted little bastard!
"OK." He laid the paddle against her left buttock, making her jerk fearfully away from him, then drew it back in one sharp motion and slammed it against her as hard as he could.
"AAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!" she screamed, catapulting forward onto her stomach on the carpet. "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!" she howled, clutching frantically at her burning buttock and writhing around on the floor. "Owwwww! Owwwww! Owwwww! Owwwww! Owwwww!... Oh Goddddddddddddd!!..."
Joey stood calmly looking down at her until her writhing and wailing subsided. "Gee, Suzie, what a damn shame," he said with mock concern. "You let go of your ankles. And you didn't keep count. And you didn't thank me." He shook his head regretfully. "We're just gonna have to start over, aren't we?"
"Joey, for God's sake..." she began desperately, staring up at him and clutching at the searing pain in her buttock. "I can't possibly..."
His young face went hard. "Who you talking to, Suzie?"
"Oh God! I'm sorry, M...M...Master Joey!" She stopped and swallowed hard, trembling in front of him on the floor. "Master Joey, please -
I can't..."
"Sure you can, Suzie," he said smoothly. His smile was less than pleasant. "All it takes is practice. And we got the rest of today and all tomorrow for that. Isn't that great?" He swished the paddle around, making her cringe. "Now stick that ass of yours back up in the air and grab hold of your ankles again."
"Oh God, Joey, please! I mean Master Joey - I'm so sorry, I mean Master Joey! P...please, Master Joey, I can't possibly stay in position when you hit me as hard as that, I..."
"Stick your ass up, Suzie."
"Please, Master Joey, for God's sake - let me suck you... your dick!
Let me swallow your cum! Let me lick your balls! Oh God, please..."
"STICK YOUR ASS UP, SUZIE!"
She launched herself desperately at him, grabbing for his ankles and feet, trying frantically to kiss and lick them. "Please, Master Joey, please for God's sake I'll do anything, I'll be your slave, your slut, your whore, I'll..."
She felt his feet flexing under her face as he bent forward, and she realized too late what he was about to do. "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
she shrieked, as the paddle came down hard on her throbbing left buttock. "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!" she howled, as he smashed it down against her other buttock.
"And none of these count, Suzie!" he shouted above her wails of pain, as he kept raining blows down on her buttocks while she twisted and shrieked and desperately tried to evade him. "Cause you're not doing what you're fucking TOLD!"
She was throwing herself wildly backwards across the floor, howling and sobbing and trying frantically to get away from him, when suddenly she realized that Albie had jumped up out of his chair and was running over to them with one hand wrapped around his now-swollen penis. "Joey, buddy," he panted, "I'm real sorry to bust up a fun party, but watching her get it on the ass like that has made me horny as hell! I just gotta have that bitch again right now!" And without pausing he launched himself down onto her.
Over Albie's shoulder she saw the look of sullen resentment which came and went on Joey's face, as he stood there hefting the paddle and looking down at them. Oh God, she thought, staring fearfully up at the younger boy as Albie fumbled urgently to get inside her, you haven't finished with me yet, have you, you little bastard? Then she stiffened and groaned aloud as Albie's stiff organ entered her again, forcing her still-burning buttocks down against the rough carpet.
"Oh God!" Albie gasped as he started thrusting. "I dunno which is better - uhhhhhhhhh! - the first quick fuck... ohhhhhhhh! ...or the second slow one. Ohhhhhhh shiiiiiiitttttttttt!!..."
"You're gonna leave cum stains on the carpet," said Joey sourly.
"Oh yeah," panted Albie as he kept pumping, "I... I forgot! Can you... uhhhhhhhhh! ...go get the... ohhhhhhhh! ...towel, buddy?
Aaaaahhhhhh!... Aaaaahhhhhh!... Aaaaahhhhhh!... Aaaaahhhhhh!..."
She lay under him, eyes closed and fists clenched, her body jerking every time he thrust into her. Well at least he's spared me the acrobatics this time, she thought emptily, wincing each time he ground her sore buttocks against the carpet. Just plain vanilla rape.
How wonderful.
"Better hurry... ohhhhhhhh! ...with that towel, buddy," Albie gasped, thrusting even harder into her. "I'm not gonna... uhhhhhhhhh! ...last much longer!... Oh shit!... Aaaaahhhhhh!... Aaaaaaahhhhhh!...
Ohhhhhhhhhhh Goddddddddddddddddd!!..." His hand clamped roughly on one of her breasts as his semen started pouring out inside her.
"Sorry," said Joey, hurrying back. He still sounded a little sullen. "Guess I was too late."
Albie wriggled himself slowly down into her nakedness and closed his eyes. "Doesn't matter, anyway," he muttered wearily. "Our cute kitchen maid can clean it up later." He dug his fingers lazily into her breast. "Shit, that fuck was good," he mumbled. "So fucking good...!"
Joey stood beside them in silence for a while. Then he reached down and shook Albie's shoulder. "Hey, buddy," he said, obviously making a conscious effort to sound pleasant, "I don't want to hassle you, but when you're ready to move off I got an ass paddling to finish."
Albie let out a long sigh and rolled slowly off her. "Turn over, Suzie," he said tiredly. "Lemme see those ass cheeks."
She turned over, tensing in despair for the command to lift her aching buttocks into the air again. Oh God, she thought hopelessly, how long are you going to keep beating me? I'll never, never, NEVER be able to stay in that awful position...
"Nah," Albie said wearily, "they're red enough. Save it for the next time she screws up or says no."
Her heart suddenly soared. Oh, thank God! Thank you, Mr. May - thank you, thank you, thank you!
Joey shrugged. "OK, buddy - she's your bitch." But he was hefting the paddle and looking hard at her as he spoke, and suddenly she shivered under his gaze.
"Get up on your feet, Suzie," Albie went on, still sounding tired. "Go put on your high heels, and get that maid's cap off my desk and put it on. It's housework time."
She gave a groan and struggled shakily to her feet. Don't complain, she kept telling herself as she headed off to find the items he had ordered. At least you're not getting any more beatings! She finished putting on the cap in front of his bedroom mirror, then walked slowly back to him in her high heels for further instructions, skirting warily around Joey as she did so.
Albie looked up at her tiredly from the floor. "Do a slow turn, Suzie," he said. "Right round. I wanna inspect your maid's uniform."
She obeyed him in silence. "Yeah," he sighed, satisfied - "cum on your legs, red on your ass. I sure as hell can design uniforms. Now move that red ass and start cleaning this place up. The service maid doesn't come in at weekends."
By the time she had picked up all of the discarded fast food containers and coke cans the boys were each sitting in an armchair, still naked. She came back with cloths and dusters and they watched her in silence as she started cleaning the furniture. Suddenly Albie spoke. "God, it's nice to have a naked maid, isn't it?" he said happily.
"Yeah, buddy," said Joey. "Specially one with a bald cunt that pops open whenever you tell it to." He beckoned to her. "C'mere, Suzie, and pop that little girl cunt of yours open for me, like a good maid.
I wanna look at it for a while."
She looked quickly across at Albie and he gave a slight nod. She sighed, then walked slowly across to Joey and stood obediently in front of him, trembling slightly.
He looked up at her, his young penis still slack between his thighs. "Well," he said, somewhat impatiently, "pop it open. I don't wanna have to do all the work round here."
She flushed, and moved her feet apart. He still kept looking up at her.
"Fingers!" he said at last, exasperated. "Use your fucking fingers.
Pull that cunt wide open so I can see it, for God's sake!"
Her face burned hotter. She put down the dusters and then reached slowly and unwillingly down to her crotch and spread her labia apart.
"Wider!" he commanded. "And open your knees."
She spread herself further, trembling in front of him. "Yeahhhh..."
he breathed, "that's more like it. What a nice wide open pink cunt."
He looked up at her face and smiled. "Not as fresh looking as a twelve-year-old's, but not bad for an old woman."
She closed her eyes, helpless with humiliation, as the flush spread down to her neck and breasts. Oh God, you little bastard, she thought desperately, why don't you just go ahead and rape me again? It has to be better than this! Then her eyes jerked open again as she felt something entering her vagina.
He was leaning forward and carefully feeding the handle of the feather duster up inside her, making her flinch and gasp. "Keep still, Suzie," he breathed. "We wouldn't want to damage the merchandise, would we?"
"Joey, please," she gasped. "Not so deep! You'll... you'll hurt me."
He held the handle carefully in place with one hand and then tapped the outside of one of her thighs with the other. "Get your legs together again, Suzie. Knees touching."
She obeyed him slowly, watching fearfully and trembling as she waited to see if her would suddenly push the handle in any further. "That's the way," he said with satisfaction as her knees came together. "Now put your hands behind your neck and lean back."
The duster stuck grotesquely out of her vagina like a giant furry penis, and she felt her breasts lifting as she strained to bend further back. What the hell do you want now, you little pervert? she thought incredulously, still trembling. Then she flinched as he slapped her lightly on one of her red buttocks.
"Attagirl maid," he said approvingly. "Now get back to dusting the furniture, but no hands this time. Stay leaning back, and don't forget to keep those knees together."
Albie burst out into a sudden guffaw. "Good one, buddy. A cunt-
powered duster. Oh shit - I like it!"
She struggled around the room in tiny awkward steps, with her knees jammed together and her hips wiggling obscenely back and forth as she wiped the protruding duster clumsily across each item of furniture.
Her face felt as if it was on fire from the humiliation, and she tightened her fingers desperately behind her neck to keep her grip.
Oh God - being raped would be better than this! she thought again in agony.
Both boys were laughing at her now. "Faster, Suzie!" Joey called to her as she stood in front of a small coffee table. "Dust harder and faster! Lemme see those tits wobble when you move. If you don't shake your ass faster we'll redden it up some more to encourage you!"
She gritted her teeth, feeling sweat breaking out all over her as she struggled to wiggle her hips even faster than before. The handle of the duster was beginning to chafe inside her. Perverted little bastards, she thought desperately. Oh God, I'll... Then suddenly the duster caught on the edge of the table, wrenching the handle painfully sideways inside her vagina. "Owwwwwww!" she yelped, jerking forward and grabbing at her crotch. "Oh God - that hurt!"
"Awwwww!" said Joey in mock sympathy as he came over to her. "Did Suzieie hurt her smooth little baby cuntie-wuntie? Awwwww, what a shame! Come lie on the table and let Daddy see it. Maybe he can kiss it better."
She looked fearfully up at him from her bent over position, her hands still clasping her crotch as she blinked back the tears of pain. God, how I hate you! she thought desperately. She could feel herself trembling.
Joey bent down and with a single sudden movement pulled the duster out of her, making her gasp. Then he grabbed her hair with the other hand and tipped her head back. "Up on the table, Suzie," he repeated softly. "You're the one who said the owies, so now it's time for your gynie exam."
Fresh tears came to her eyes as she followed the pull on her hair, allowing him to lead her across to the dining table. She obeyed him mutely, wincing from her sore buttocks as he maneuvered her up on the table on her back, with her knees raised and her feet wide apart. Her gaping vagina felt dreadfully vulnerable and her trembling increased.
It was almost without surprise that she noticed that his penis was already semi-erect. Getting off on it, aren't you? she thought bitterly. You little monster!
"Hey, Albie," Joey called over his shoulder, "You got a coupla spoons and a flashlight? I need them."
"Coming up, pal." Albie returned with them quickly. He looked at Joey and then down at the trembling naked woman spread out on the table in front of him. "I gotta admit it, buddy," he said, shaking his head slowly in admiration - "I never know what you're gonna do next."
Joey was already bending down to her crotch with a spoon in each hand. "Ever seen right up inside a girl's cunt, buddy?" he asked.
"Seen inside one?" Albie repeated incredulously. "C'mon, pal - I never even fucked one until a few days ago."
"Well, here's your chance. Even if she is kinda old for a girl." He inserted the spoons into her, making her jerk at the sudden feel of cold metal, and then he began pulling the mouth of her vagina open. "Real gynies have this great gadget for cranking their cunts wide open," he went on. "It's called a speculum. But spoons are OK.
If you bring that flashlight here you can shine it right up her hole."
She shuddered at the feel of the spoons inside her, shaking with shame. Oh God, she thought despairingly, how much more of this can I bear?
"Wow!..." Albie breathed. "You can see right inside her. Hey - it's like a wrinkly pink tunnel. Cool!"
"Sure is, buddy. A fuck tunnel. Greatest place to be in the whole world." He pulled the spoons wider, making her gasp. "See any damage?"
"Nope." Albie peered closer. "Don't think so." He reached into her with one finger and started feeling around. She stiffened and groaned in front of him. "Can't feel anything different," he said, after a minute or two. Then he withdrew his wet finger and looked down at Joey's crotch. "You've just about got it up again, buddy. Why don'tcha poke your dick around inside her for a while and see if she yells?"
"Nah - I don't feel like it just yet." Joey took the spoons away and slapped her casually on one thigh, making her cry out. "This cute maid of yours really oughta do some more housework. There's that cum stain on the carpet for starters."
"Oh yeah, I forgot. Don't want my Dad seeing that on his next visit."
Albie reached over and slapped her as well, making her yelp again. "Rest break's over, Suzie. Get your red ass back into gear.
The carpet shampoo stuff's in the kitchen cupboard."
She gave a groan and struggled to climb off the table, still trembling with humiliation and shame. Finished playing doctor, have we? she thought hopelessly. I guess I should be grateful. Her vagina still ached as she moved.
Both boys were sitting down again by the time she came back. They watched her as she filled the shampoo unit with liquid and started running it back and forth across the wet spot on the carpet. "Yeah,"
said Albie with satisfaction, "naked maids are definitely the best. I can't see the service maid's tits wobbling around like that when she works. And she's a dog anyway."
"And I like the way her red ass moves when she bends over," said Joey slowly. "Maybe I'm more ready for that fuck than I thought." He got up and moved over behind her as she worked. His penis was fully erect now.
"Oh!" she gasped, jerking away from him as he pressed up against her from behind. "My bottom - so sore!"
"That's your fault, Suzie," he said, grasping her around the hips and pulling her in against his erection. "You should've held onto your ankles when I told you to. Now don't stop working - just stay bending over, and spread your feet apart so I can fuck you on the job."
She arched her back, clutching at the handle of the shampoo unit as his stiff organ pushed into her vagina. "Ohhhh!" she gasped again as his groin pressed up once more against her aching buttocks.
He started slowly thrusting in and out of her. "Hey, I already told you," he said sharply, slapping her hard on one hip - "don't stop working!"
"Owwwww!" she cried. You little bastard! she thought desperately. She started clumsily pushing the shampoo unit across the floor, staggering along in short awkward wide-legged steps, with her body still bent forward and his erection moving inside her. He followed her a step at a time, and she grunted and jerked each time he thrust himself into her.
"Yeahhhhhhh!" he said triumphantly, gripping her tightly around the hips. "Working girl! Who said a woman's too dumb to do two things at once?" He increased the speed of his thrusts. "Shagging and shampooing... uhhhhhhhhh! ...both at the same time! Ohhhhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!..."
Albie was standing in front of them grinning, as they slowly approached him across the floor. "God, Joey - what'll you think of next?" Then his grin suddenly got broader. "Hey, buddy," he said, reaching forward and taking the shampoo unit out of her hands, "walk her into my room, willya? I got something to show you."
He ran ahead of them and Joey slowly steered her around towards the bedroom door, her legs still spread wide, thrusting in and out of her all the way. Oh God, she thought despairingly, as she grunted and stumbled along in front of him, what was I thinking earlier - sex on a trapeze? I guess this is the closest the little bastard can manage.
And my bottom HURTS!
The computer was on by the time they got in through the door. "Look at this, buddy," said Albie, clicking the mouse. "Sharon Stone. Did you ever see such a slutty pic?"
The woman in the picture was bending forward, legs spread wide, with each hand cupping one of her bare breasts. She was smiling broadly at the camera, and a large cigar was protruding out of one corner of her mouth.
"Not bad," grunted Joey admiringly, still thrusting in and out of the naked woman bent over in front of him, making her gasp and moan each time he slammed against her sore buttocks. "Same pose, huh?"
"Yeah," said Albie contentedly. "She's got panties on in the pic, but ain't it still the sluttiest pose you ever saw?" He turned back to Joey. "Bet you wish you were up Sharon Stone's cunt right now, don'tcha?"
"Nah," said Joey, panting slightly as he continued pumping. "She's even older than the one I'm fucking now. And God knows this one's old enough. Hell, buddy, she's... uhhhhhhhhhh! ...twice my age, for fuck's sake!... Ohhhhhhhhhh!..."
"Don't complain, buddy. She's a free fuck, isn't she?" He looked down at the younger boy's thrusting hips. "How much longer you gonna last?"
"A while yet," Joey panted. "It's too soon after my last fuck."
"Well, why don'tcha ease off for a minute or two, pal? I wanna set up the camera for a few pics."
Oh no! she thought despairingly. Not more pictures! Don't you already have enough evidence to jail me ten times, you little bastard?
But Albie was already setting up the tripod and camera in front of them. He connected the cable to the back of the computer and then switched on the small floods. "Turn her around a little bit, buddy,"
he ordered. "Yeah, that's it. The lighting's good like that." He stopped, and looked down at her. "Suzie?" he said softly, "Mrs Susan Famous Pinup Jones? You listening to me? You're gonna be a star again. Only this time you're gonna be a movie star."
Joey stopped thrusting into her abruptly. "That camera'll take videos too?" He sounded impressed.
"Sure will, buddy. Only a coupla minutes on flash memory, but no limit when I got it hooked up to the PC. My Dad doesn't buy me anything but the best." He adjusted the camera, peering through the viewfinder, and then looked back down at her. "Suzie," he went on, "I'm gonna give you the script. Make sure you get it right, won't you? `Cause you wouldn't want my hand to slip on the mouse and send an email message by mistake, would you?"
She looked up at him from her position still bent over in front of Joey, her hands sweaty on her bare thighs. "No, Mr. May," she whispered, trembling.
"OK. Well, the script goes something like this: `God, how I love a stiff young teenage dick up my cunt. Young kids are much better than older men. Oh give it to me, Joey. Harder, Joey, harder. For God's sake fuck me, Joey. Don't stop, Joey! Fuck me, Joey - fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!' You got the idea, Suzie?" He stopped and smiled. "Course you can ad lib if you like. Make it hotter and dirtier if you can. OK?"
She just stared up at him, trembling even more. "Oh God," she whispered.
He bent down to the camera. "Rolling in five seconds," he said. "Four...... three...... two...... one...... Action!"
"I..." she faltered. "Oh God - I... I love a stiff young teenage dick up my... my cunt. Young... young kids are much better than... than older men. I... Give it to me, Joey. F...fuck me, Joey..."
"Oh, for shit's sake!" Albie switched off the camera in disgust and came over to her. His hand tightened in her hair and tipped her face up towards his. "You really wanna be tied over the back of an armchair and paddled, like I promised before?"
"No, Mr. May," she said fearfully. She could feel the tears starting again.
"You really want me to fire off two more message right now? Maybe even four?"
"No, Mr. May! For God's sake - please!"
He brought his face down to within inches of hers. "I'm gonna do two more takes. Maximum. And if you're not real, real convincing by then, I'm gonna do all those things I said. No second chance. Got it, Suzie?"
"Oh God, Mr. May - I promise I'll do it really well this time. I really will, Mr. May. Please, Mr. May, I'll..."
"You better." Then he looked up at Joey. "And how about you stop just standing there with your mouth hanging open? Start fucking her again, for God's sake!"
"Oh - sorry, pal. I... I guess I got kinda distracted, watching the master director at work."
"Alright, alright already. Cut the crap and just fuck, willya?"
She felt Joey start slowly thrusting in and out of her again. Then she took a deep breath as Albie bent over the camera once more. "Action!" he said.
"Oh God," she breathed, cupping her breasts in her hands and smiling as sexily as she could up at the camera, "I just love feeling a stiff young teenage dick up my cunt. Ohhhhhh - they're much, much better than older men." She started ramming her hips back against his thrusting groin, trying not to wince as her aching buttocks pressed hard against him. "Oh God - give it to me, Joey, give it to me!
Harder, Joey, harder - ram that stiff young dick of yours right up my cunt! Oh for God's sake keep fucking me, Joey! Don't stop, Joeeeeeyyyyy! Fuck me - fuck me! - fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!..."
Albie switched off the camera. "Great," he said with satisfaction. "That's a wrap. You got a great career ahead of you, Suzie." He looked at Joey as the younger boy stood still thrusting steadily into her. "How you going, pal? Getting there?"
"Yeah!" panted Joey. "Any minute now. Oh God!"
"Great," said Albie again. "This'll be scene two." He bent over the camera again. "Suzie, turn round and start sucking him. I wanna zoom in for a good close up."
"What?..." gasped Joey as she slipped off him, leaving his glistening erection throbbing nakedly in front of him. His pelvis was still moving back and forth, trying to couple with the empty air, and his hands grabbed for the hips that weren't there any more. "Oh God, buddy - I was nearly THERE, for God's sake!"
"All the better, pal. You'll come in her mouth in no time." He peered through the viewfinder. "Suzie, turn him around sideways. Yeah, that's it. Now suck him real good! And when he comes, don't swallow it. I want a good shot of his cum running out of your mouth and all down his dick. And don't forget to look like you're enjoying it."
"Oh God!" screamed Joey suddenly, his hands grabbing for her hair. "Oh you sexy schoolteacher bitch - I'm coming! - I'm coming! -
I'm commmiiiiinnnnngggg!!..."
She felt his semen gushing out into her mouth and opened her lips obediently to let it pour out down the shaft of his penis. Then as the flow slowly lessened she lifted her face and tried to stretch her semen-smeared lips in a smile for the camera.
"Fantastic!" Albie sounded triumphant. "What a shot!" He smiled down at her. "Suzie, you're gonna be Linda Lovelace the second - that's for sure!"
She felt the shame rising as Joey's hands left her hair and he sank panting onto the floor in front of her. Oh God, she thought in despair, as she felt the warm semen running down over her chin, now it's pornographic movies. Every day it's deeper into the mud - oh God, oh God, oh God!
"Oh shit!" gasped Joey, sprawling out on the floor. "What a fucking mouth. Never... never did it like that with a twelve-year-old. Oh God!..."
"Yeah," said Albie, "she gives good head, doesn't she?" He started packing up the camera, looking down at Joey as he did so. "Well, buddy, you're all fucked out, and I still can't get it up from last time. So how about some shuteye?"
"Sounds good to me," Joey murmured from the floor. "Then what?"
"Then Suzie is gonna take us both out to supper at Burger King. Her treat. And after that we're all gonna go to a movie theater." He smiled down at her. "The hottest movie we're allowed into at our ages, Suzie. And the three of us are gonna sit together in the back row. For some real hot, hot, hot, rip-your-clothes-off-and-grab-your-
tits-and-cunt type smooching. Won't that be fun?"
She just knelt there, staring up at him in horror, with Joey's semen running down her chin and dripping down onto her bare breasts. "Oh God," she whispered at last.


 CHAPTER 7

"More fries, Mr. May?" Her hand was trembling as she held them out to him. "How about you, Joey?"

"Nah," the younger boy said. "I'm stuffed." He slurped noisily on the dregs of his second big coke. "I couldn't eat another damn thing."
"Me neither, Suzie," added Albie. "I vote we get outa here and go see the movie."

Her heart sank. Oh God, she thought helplessly, can't you both stay here eating just a little bit longer? I'd buy you more food all night if that'd keep you...

"Hey," said Joey suddenly, "check out that little blonde piece over there. God - what a little fucking sweetie!"

She turned and followed the direction of his gaze. The girl, who was standing with her family in one of the lines at the counter, looked to be no more than about twelve or thirteen. My God, she thought, appalled - what are parents thinking when they dress their young children like that?

"God," Joey went on, "would you look at those tight little pants she's wearing! Hasn't she got the sweetest little fucking ass?" He paused, craning to look. "Yeah, that's it, sweetie," he breathed -
"just keep turning this way... Oh SHIT! - I can see the shape of her little cunt right through her fucking pants!" He jumped up out of his chair. "Quick, Suzie," he said urgently, "gimme some money. I got a sudden urge to go buy me some more fries."

They both sat watching him as he hurried over to the counter and pushed in between two of the lines. Several people threw irritable glances at him, but his whole attention was on the girl. Her parents were already turning away with their trays, but the girl was hanging back, looking at Joey and smiling.

"God," said Albie with feeling, "he would have to be the fastest worker I've ever seen. No wonder he's been busy fucking pussy while I've just been dreaming about it." Then he paused, and his hand found her knee under the table. "But now I've got all the pussy I'll ever want. Haven't I, Suzie?"

She flushed, and threw anxious glances to the tables either side of them. "Mr. May, for God's sake," she whispered desperately, "not here - please!"

His voice rose as his hand moved higher up her thigh. "Haven't I, Suzie?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" she hissed frantically, trying to draw her leg away from him under the table. "Mr. May - for God's sake, please!"
He lowered his voice a little and smiled into her face. "Yes, what, Suzie?" he said, tightening his grip on her thigh. "Tell me what I've got."

Her face was burning. "Oh God," she whispered, looking around her and trembling in an agony of embarrassment as his hand moved even higher. "All... all the pussy you want. Oh God, Mr. May, please stop it - please!"

"Whose pussy, Suzie?" he persisted, his hand still moving up her thigh. "Whose pussy have I got?"
She closed her eyes, scarlet with humiliation. "Oh God! M...m...my pussy, Mr. May. You've got mine," she muttered. "Oh God - please keep quiet. Please!" Her trembling was getting worse.
"As much of your pussy as I want?" His fingers were moving up under the hem of her skirt now.
"Oh God! Yes, yes, yes, Mr. May - as much as you want!" Her hand clamped frantically on his wrist under the table. "For God's sake, Mr. May, I BEG you..."
Joey suddenly joined them again. "Got it," he said triumphantly. "Her name's Cheryl. And I got her phone number too." He pulled a tiny black notebook out of his jeans pocket and started writing. "Buddy,"
he said, his mouth pursed as he wrote, "I'm gonna be inside those tight little pants of hers in less than two weeks, I promise you."
Albie was looking at the little notebook with undisguised envy. His hand finally withdrew from her thigh and she let out a sigh of relief. Thank God! she thought gratefully, sagging back in her chair.
Something else for his dirty little mind to think about...
"You got any spares in there for me to fuck?" Albie asked, with his eyes still fixed greedily on the little book. "Might be a nice change from fucking the same old woman all the time."
The humiliation hit her again. You little bastard! she thought savagely, as she felt her face starting to get hot once more. Feeling me up in public one minute, and then the next minute... She clenched her fists and choked back a small sob.
Joey finished writing. "Maybe, pal," he said thoughtfully, looking up again. "Seeing you've been so damn generous with this old schoolteacher cunt here, maybe there is something I could do for you." Then he stiffened as he looked over Albie's shoulder. "They're leaving!" he said urgently. "I gotta catch that little bitch again before they go! See you out in the carpark." And he was out of his chair and gone.
Albie sat looking at her. "Time to go, Suzie," he said. "Time to go find those seats in the back row of that movie theater." He licked his lips. "For some reason I'm feeling real hot and horny all of a sudden."
You sure I'm not too old and ugly for you? she thought bitterly, still trembling with humiliation. Oh God - you little bastard!
They walked past Joey and the young girl on their way out. "Cheryl,"
he was saying, "you're real, real pretty. You know that?"
* * * * * The usherette was adamant. "I can't possibly let a twelve-year-old boy into this movie," she said. "It's most unsuitable."
"Dammit!" said Joey in frustration. "This happens to me all the time.
I'm fourteen, dammit - fourteen!"
"Well, you don't look fourteen. And if you can't produce some written evidence of your age I'm not letting you in!"
"Suzie." Albie's tone was suddenly heavy with menace. "You tell her, Suzie. You can convince her that Joey's fourteen, can't you?"
She felt herself go cold. She understood his threat all too well. "Miss," she said desperately, "I... I'll vouch for him. I... I know he looks young, but he really is fourteen. He turned fourteen last..." She looked helplessly at Joey.
"Last month," he said briefly.
"...Last month. Albert here is fifteen, and Joey's fourteen. I promise you he is. If you want me to sign some paper or something..."
The muttering in the line behind them started to increase in volume. "Would you guys either go in or leave," someone said angrily.
Desperately she thrust the tickets into the girl's hand and pushed past, not even waiting for the stubs to be returned. "Come on, boys,"
she said shakily, not looking back.
She was heading down the aisle without thinking, when Albie's voice called her back. "Back here, Suzie," he said. "Back row - right in the middle."
They sat her down between them, and the lights began to dim as soon as they were in their seats. "Perfect timing," whispered Albie. His hand moved down onto her lap. "Perfect timing," he said again, sliding her skirt slowly up her thighs.
"Yeah..." breathed Joey from the other side of her. "And the next six rows in front of us are all empty. Isn't that great?" His fingers closed over one of her breasts through her blouse. "Oh God, they're starting the main feature right away. Better and better!" He leaned around in front of her. "Why don'tcha give me a kiss while it starts, Suzie? A nice deep frenchy type kiss. Stick you tongue right down my throat."
"Boys - please!" she whispered desperately, trying vainly to fend them both off. "Someone's going to notice! The... the usherette might shine a flashlight on us, or... or anything!"
Albie's hand was under her skirt, up at her crotch. "Gimme your panties, Suzie," he whispered. "I want your panties again."
"Oh God, Mr. May - please!"
His fingers tugged at the elastic. "Gimme the panties! I wanna feel up that nice smooth cunt of yours while I watch the movie."
"Mr. May - PLEASE!"
Several heads turned in front of them. "Shhh!" said someone.
She quickly lowered her voice. "OK, OK," she whispered hastily, fumbling up under her skirt. "Just stop attracting attention, for God's sake!"
Joey's fingers tightened on her breast. "We're not the ones wriggling and hollering, Suzie," he whispered. "If you don't want to attract attention, maybe you could try keeping quiet." He leaned closer to her. "How about that nice kiss I wanted?"
"How about those nice panties I wanted?" said Albie.
"Oh God." She pressed her face frantically against Joey's in the darkness, fumbling for his mouth with her own, while continuing to grope up under her skirt. She lifted her hips off the seat as she sank her tongue into Joey's open mouth, struggling to pull her panties down her legs at the same time. Suddenly she remembered Joey's sneering comment back in the apartment: Who said a woman's too dumb to do two things at once? She felt herself flushing hot in the darkness as she threw the panties over onto Albie's lap.
Joey was moaning softly into her mouth now, as their tongues intertwined. Then she stiffened as Albie's finger slid up inside her vagina. "Yeah," the older boy whispered happily, moving his finger slowly in and out of her. "Great way to watch a hot movie - with my finger right up my schoolteacher's hot cunt."
Joey's hands began plucking at the front of her blouse, fumbling to undo her buttons, while his mouth continued to slobber against her own. Oh God, she thought in sudden horror, is he going to strip me naked right here in the theater? I've got to stop him...!
"Hey, Joey!" hissed Albie suddenly. "It's starting to get hot, buddy.
You're missing all the action!"
Joey tore his mouth away from hers and looked quickly around at the screen. "What...?" he said.
"The Sultan," Albie whispered urgently - "he just started kissing her and feeling her up. Look!"
God, she thought, unbelieving - the movie's barely started and they're into the first sex scene already. I don't believe it! Then she suddenly realized that Joey's fingers were no longer plucking at her blouse. Thank God for that, she thought gratefully. Maybe I can distract him before he strips me completely naked... Then without warning Albie's finger convulsed inside her and she jerked and groaned in her seat.
"God - look at that!" Albie hissed, his hand still clutching hard at her crotch. "Now he's got his hand down between her fucking legs!"
"Yeah..." breathed Joey. He leaned around in front of her. "Hey, pal," he whispered, "I just realized something. I've read the whole story of this movie. On the Web. I know what's gonna happen next."
"Honest?" whispered Albie. "What happens?"
"Well... I could tell you." Joey's whisper was suddenly sly. "But I'm gonna show you instead."
"Huh...?"
Joey reached down to her crotch and tapped the back of Albie's hand. "Lemme in there for a minute, buddy, and I'll show you what I mean."
Oh God, she thought fearfully, as Albie's finger withdrew and Joey's slid inside her in its place, what the hell is he going to...? Then she felt his familiar insidious fondling on her clitoris and she gasped. Oh no! she thought, her whole body stiffening in horror, the little bastard's going to bring me off - right here in the theater!
Oh God - please NO!
Both boys were leaning around in front of her now, Albie listening eagerly to Joey as they both watched the screen. Joey's finger was still moving inside her, faster now. "The Sultan keeps feeling her up," the younger boy whispered, "while he takes her clothes off...
Yeah, there we go - now you can see her tits! Then he goes on feeling her up until she gets real excited. Like this..." And she felt his finger speeding up even more inside her own vagina.
"Oh God!" she gasped, trying desperately to keep her voice down. Her whole body was starting to tremble. "Joey, for God's sake - please!
I... I... ohhhhhhhhh! I can't keep... can't keep quiet!... Oh God!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!... Joey, for God's sake - everyone's going to hear meeeeeeeeeee...!!"
"Well, bite down on your fucking hand or something, Suzie." He was reveling in his task now. "I'm gonna bring you off right in sync with the movie. So get ready."
She frantically jammed one hand into her mouth as his finger kept moving inside her. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned as she bit down hard on the back of her hand. "Ummmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!
Mmmmmmmmmmffffffffffff!!..."
"Yeah - that's it..." Joey breathed, keeping one eye on the screen and one eye on what he was doing. He went on muttering his whispered commentary to Albie. She shuddered as his finger kept working her swollen clitoris, her hips bucking involuntarily up and down on the seat. The images and sounds from the movie and Joey's voice merged into a meaningless blur in front of her.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!" she moaned into the back of her hand, her teeth biting down desperately into her own flesh as his finger kept moving and stroking inside her. "UMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!..." And then her orgasm engulfed her and she cried out again.
Eventually she slumped back exhausted in her seat, still shuddering as the sensations slowly faded. Oh God, she thought despairingly -
everyone in the whole damn theater must've heard me. Now they'll call the police for sure. Now I'm going to go to jail. Oh GOD!
"Joey," Albie whispered excitedly, "that was fucking fantastic! You made her come right in sync. With all the noise from the movie, no one even noticed all her moaning and stuff." He looked around at the younger boy. "You're a fucking genius, buddy!"
"What...?" she whispered unbelievingly, still breathing hard and trembling. "You mean nobody...?" She pulled herself shakily upright and looked around at the backs of all the heads in front of them. No one was turning round - they were all fixedly watching the movie as the scene of a smiling, satiated girl slowly faded from the screen. "Oh God," she whispered as her trembling slowly faded, "I don't believe it!"
"Yeah," muttered Joey contentedly. His finger was still inside her. "Pretty good timing, huh?" Then he leaned around and looked into her face again, and smiled at her in the gloom. "How you feeling, Suzie?" he said softly. "Getting back to normal? `Cause there's another scene like that coming up in a few minutes, and we're gonna do it all over again."
* * * * * "Joey," she whispered piteously after the third sex scene, her whole body still trembling in the aftermath, "please... please don't do it to me again. Please! I... you nearly did it too early this time, and I... I saw someone start to turn around. They'll catch us for sure if you keep doing it. Please don't do it to me any more, Joey. For God's sake - please!"
"Why should we stop now, Suzie?" Joey's whisper was sly. "The movie's just starting to hot up."
"But I... you..." She twisted around despairingly to look at Albie. "A... Mr. May," she stammered, keeping her voice down with an effort, "don't you want to... to do something else for a while?" She began fumbling urgently in her handbag, her hands shaking in her eagerness to distract him. "I... I'll give you money. Aren't...
aren't you getting hungry again? Wouldn't you like to go buy some snacks or something?..."
"Suzie." Albie's hand was back down at her groin, his voice barely a murmur. "You trying to bribe us? We came in here for a good hot smooch, remember."
"Here's fifty dollars," she whispered desperately. "You could buy some really nice... really nice... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!..." she gasped, as his finger slid right up inside her wet vagina.
"You'll have to do better than that, Suzie," he murmured, still sliding his finger slowly in and out of her. "We're here for a real sexy smooch, and money isn't exactly sexy, is it? What else can you offer us, to sweeten the deal?"
"Mr. May!" Her whisper was frantic now, punctuated with little gasps as his finger kept moving inside her. "I... I can't possibly offer you anything like... like that! Not now! Not here! Ohhhhhhh!...
Ohhhhhhh!... Ohhhhhhh!... Mr. May - please!"
"Hmmm," he whispered thoughtfully, as he played with her clitoris, "I am getting kinda hungry again. Maybe some snacks'd be nice, at that.
But you gotta make that fifty bucks a little bit sexier before I'll take it." Suddenly his finger stopped. "I know. You could wrap it in your bra. That'd make it sexier."
"Mr. May, I can't take my bra off here! For God's sake...!"
"Joey?" He was leaning across in front of her, whispering to the other boy. "When's that next sex scene coming up, buddy? You wanna start feeling her up again?"
"Oh God!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "All right - all right!
I'll wrap it in my bra! Oh God." She looked fearfully around her, then hunched down behind the empty seats in front of her and hastily unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled it off as fast as she could, dumped it down onto her lap and unfastened her bra. "Here," she whispered desperately, quickly wrapping the bra around the money and thrusting it urgently into his hands. Then she reached back down for her blouse.
"Thanks, Suzie," he whispered ironically, as he pocketed the bra and the money. "I'll treasure it forever." And then he was gone.
So was her blouse. Damn! she thought with alarm. It's fallen on the floor... But as she reached down in the darkness her groping fingers couldn't find anything on the floor except her own shoes and Joey's sneakers beside her.
Then Joey giggled. "What's the matter, Suzie?" he whispered. "Lose something?"
She froze, still bent over, with her bare breasts pressed down hard against her skirt. The movie was continuing above her head, with someone panting and moaning now in the throes of some sexual activity. She turned her head slowly and looked up at Joey's outline in the darkness. Oh God, she thought hopelessly - you little bastard...!
Joey giggled again. "Why don'tcha sit up straight and watch the movie, Suzie? It's getting real hot and interesting."
"Joey - please!" she begged, keeping herself hunched down as low as she could behind the seats. "Please give my blouse back to me -
please! Oh God - someone's going to catch us...!"
Joey leaned over her. His hand ran across her trembling naked back and then slid down to force itself between her breast and her thigh. "But isn't it kinda warm in here, Suzie?" he whispered as he fondled her. "Don't you feel cooler with less clothes on?"
The film soundtrack gasped and moaned above her. Desperately she huddled down even lower. "Joey, for God's sake - please...!"
His fingers groped in for her nipple. "We never did finish that nice hot kiss we started on, Suzie. Maybe we could do a trade."
"Oh God! Joey - please...!"
His other hand reached down under her chin, cupping her face as she kept it pressed desperately down between her knees. "Sit up and gimme that kiss, Suzie," he whispered insistently, tugging at her under the chin. "Gimme that nice deep hot kiss."
"Oh God!" She was trembling with apprehension as she slowly and unwillingly allowed him to pull her almost upright in her seat. She immediately clamped her arms in front of her bare breasts and looked fearfully around the darkened theater. "Oh God, Joey - please...!"
she whimpered again.
"I want the kiss, Suzie." His voice rose slightly, straining to be heard above the movie. "And I want you arms away from your tits so I can play with them."
"Joey, for God's sake keep your voice down," she whispered desperately. "Someone'll hear you!"
"Then gimme the kiss, Suzie! Or would you rather I laid you along the armrests and fucked you? We could do that instead - there's plenty of room back here."
His voice was getting steadily louder. I've got to shut him up! she thought frantically. With one last desperate look around her she launched herself at him, her trembling hands grabbing frantically at his face to cradle it. Her mouth found his and she parted her lips and probed urgently at him with her tongue.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" he moaned, reaching for her bare breasts. "Ummmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!..."
His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her breasts, making her gasp into his open mouth. Then he ran one hand around behind her bare back and dragged her towards him, pulling her hard against the armrest between them.
"What the hell...?" It was Albie's astonished whisper from behind her. She heard the snacks rustling as he laid them down on the seat.
Then his hand was on her back as well, quickly feeling and exploring her nakedness. "What'd you do with your blouse, Suzie?"
Joey came up for air. Then he leaned around her and looked at the other boy. "Hell, buddy, she gave it to me." He giggled softly in the darkness. "So she could earn it back again. Wasn't that sweet?"
"Shit!" Albie's whisper was charged with irritation, barely audible above the sounds from the screen. His hand found her hair, dragging her around to face him. "Listen, Suzie," he hissed at her, "you're my bitch - not his. How come he gets a whole damn blouse and all I get is a bra and panties?"
She started to protest. "But he..."
"So you do stuff for him but not for me." His whispered anger was growing. "You two-timing bitch - I oughta walk out with Joey and leave you sitting here just like you are now!"
"Oh God, Mr. May - please...!"
"Well you better come across with some stuff for me - damn fast!" His low voice was trembling with anger. "I want your shoes for starters."
She slipped out of her shoes and nudged them quickly across towards him along the floor. Then she just sat there, cold with dread and trembling, waiting for him to say it.
He said it. "Now gimme the skirt, bitch."
Someone in the movie was grunting with pleasure. She started to cry in the darkness. "Mr. May, for God's sake - please! I'll be... I'll be completely naked! Please, Mr. May, I beg you..."
"Joey." She heard him starting to get up. "Grab all your stuff and let's go, buddy. We're gonna leave her here just like this."
"Nooooooo! Oh God! I..." She started fumbling desperately at the waistband of her skirt, hastily undoing the fasteners and wrenching down the zip. "Please, Mr. May - for God's sake..." She pulled the skirt frantically down her legs. "...For God's sake, please don't go!" She thrust the skirt desperately into his hands and then ducked down quickly behind the seatback, completely naked now. "There you are, Mr. May," she gabbled up at him, "you've got everything now.
Please, please, please don't go and leave me like this! Please, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you...!"
"That's better." His whisper sounded somewhat appeased, almost loud now during a sudden lull in the soundtrack. "But I'm still fucking teed off about you giving him your blouse while I was gone. Two-
timing bitch!"
She crouched down, a ball of trembling naked misery right down behind the seats. "Oh God," she whispered despairingly, her tears wet on her cheeks, "I didn't give him the blouse. He took it! He took it and he wouldn't give it back!"
There was a sudden silence, punctuated only by further gasps and moans from the screen. "That right, buddy?" Albie whispered, leaning across her naked back towards Joey. He sounded a little calmer now.
"Well, I... She wasn't using it for a minute or two, so I kinda borrowed it. You did say we were gonna have a rip-her-clothes-off type smooching session, didn'tcha?"
Albie stayed silent for a while longer. The movie was getting loud again. Then she heard him start laughing quietly under his breath. "Yeah," he chuckled softly. One of his hands reached down to stroke her shivering naked back in the darkness, making her jump. "I did say that, didn't I?"
"And this movie isn't all that great, is it, pal?" Joey persisted. "There's been plenty of panting and moaning, but all I've seen so far is a few tits and a couple of bare asses. No dicks or pussy shots at all."
"Well," whispered Albie, still fondling her bare back, "it's only for thirteen plus. If you wanna see that other stuff you gotta be over eighteen. Just be thankful we got you in here at all, pal. We nearly didn't."
"Yeah, I guess so." Joey sounded resigned. "But it still ain't real great. So I vote we get on with some more tit and cunt grabbing and forget about the movie for a while. Even this old slut here's gotta be better than watching the Sultan."
The deep humiliation flared again inside her, momentarily drowning out even her desperate fear. Old slut, am I? she thought bitterly, huddling down even more. Then why did you bother to strip me naked?
Oh God!
The soundtrack soared into a fresh crescendo of panting and moaning as Albie leaned down towards her in the darkness. "Suzie," he whispered, "get back up in your seat. It's tit and cunt grabbing time."
"Mr. May - please!" Her trembling got worse as she huddled down into an even tighter ball. "Someone's going to see me! I'll go to jail!
For God's sake - please!"
"You want your clothes back before the lights come on? `Cause if you do, you better do what we want." His hand was probing her naked body, reaching in to try to fondle her breasts. "You gotta give something to get something in this world, Suzie. So sit up like I said, and make it snappy. Or we'll just walk away and leave you like this."
"Oh God!" She forced herself slowly and unwillingly up off the floor and then sat trembling in her seat, looking fearfully around the darkened theater, hunching forward with her arms clamped hard across her bare breasts.
"Take your arms away from your tits, Suzie. And sit up straight."
Her trembling increased as she obeyed him. The bright images from the screen flickered at her mockingly. She felt like a deer caught in headlights as she sat frozen and naked and shivering in a torment of anxiety, with her fingers locked hard on the armrests. All she could see was a sea of backs of heads in front of her in the gloom. Which one of you is going to turn around and see me? she thought despairingly. Which one of you is going to send me to jail? Oh God!
Then she jumped again as Albie's hand went to her shaven crotch.
"Legs apart, Suzie," he breathed. "I wanna get my fingers right up inside that hot cunt of yours."
Joey leaned around in front of her, his hands reaching for her bare breasts. "Sit up straight, Suzie," he whispered, "and arch your back.
Make your tits stick right out so I can grab them real good."
For several minutes there was nothing except the sounds from the movie screen and her own grunts and gasps as they kissed and sucked and fondled her. "And we didn't even have to rip her clothes off,"
Joey whispered at last, as he tugged and pulled at her nipples and dug his fingers deep into the soft flesh of her breasts. "Obliging old slut, isn't she?"
"Yeah," said Albie softly, sliding two fingers slowly in and out of her vagina, "she's not only house trained, buddy - she's theater trained." And he snickered under his breath.
Her face burned in the darkness as she sat naked and rigid under their fondling. "Please," she whispered brokenly, as fresh tears ran down her cheeks. "Please give me my clothes back. I'll do anything.
Anything! Oh God - please give me my clothes."
"Hmmm," said Albie thoughtfully as he stroked her clitoris, "I got your skirt and Joey's got your blouse. You want your skirt back first, don't you, Suzie?"
She wavered, longing to get her blouse back first to at least cover her upper body, but she recognized the warning in his tone. "Yes,"
she whispered hastily. " M...my skirt. Please, Mr. May, I want my skirt. Please!"
He stopped fondling her abruptly and withdrew his fingers. "OK," he said shortly. "The price is one blow job. Payable up front."
"Oh God! Mr. May - please! It... it'd be bad enough getting caught here naked. But to be caught doing THAT...!" She grabbed his arm imploringly. "Please, Mr. May," she whispered desperately, "I'll give you ten blow jobs back at the apartment if that's what you want!
Twenty! Please, for God's sake!"
He reached around and started to pick up the snacks and clothes from the seat beside him. "Ready to go, buddy?" he asked Joey.
"Noooooo!" She launched herself frantically over the armrest towards his crotch, her bare bottom coming up off the seat as she scrabbled desperately at the front of his jeans. "Oh God, Mr. May, I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll do it!" His zipper came open under her fingers and then she was fishing urgently for his swelling penis. "Please don't go away and leave me like this! Oh God - please!" She closed her lips hastily over his stiffening organ. "Ubbb... ubbb... please!..."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" he gasped, grabbing at her hair. "Oh God - that fucking tongue!..." He slid one hand quickly down her bare back, pushing her down hard against him. "Oh God, you bitch - do it! Do it!"
For God's sake keep your voice down, she thought desperately as she continued urgently sucking him. The goddamn movie isn't making THAT much noise!
Joey giggled softly from behind her. "You sure have a way with words, Albie," he whispered happily. "She went down on you real quick!" His hand started sliding in under her raised buttocks, making her jump. "I wonder," he said thoughtfully, his fingers probing for her vagina, "if I could bring her off in sync again. You wanna try it, pal?"
"No... no fucking way," Albie panted. "The way she comes...
uhhhhhhhhh! ...she'd bite my... fucking dick... clean off...!
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!..."
Thank God! she thought with desperate gratitude as Joey's fingers withdrew. Now if this one'd only stop making so much damn NOISE...!
Her body was rigid and trembling with the dread of possible discovery.
"Oh God!" Albie gasped. "I'm gonna come... ohhhhhhhhhh! ...any fucking minute!" His hands left her hair and he groped urgently on the seat beside him. "Don't you... uhhhhhhhhhhh! ...get any shit on my jeans, Suzie. You swallow the... ohhhhhhhhhhh! ...fucking lot!" He started quickly pushing some item of clothing down between her face and his groin, his hands trembling. "I'm gonna wrap your skirt...
uhhhhhhhhhh! ...around my dick!... Oh God!... So you... so you'll...
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ...be more careful! Ohhhhhhhhh!.. Ohhhhhhhhh!..
Ohhhhhhhhh!... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!..."
Oh God, she thought desperately, someone's going to hear him for sure! She sucked and swallowed frantically at the flood of warm semen pouring out into her mouth, the whole of her naked body tensed for the usherette's flashlight or some other indication that they'd been caught. Lewd behavior in a public place. Oh God!
"Perfect sync!" said Joey delightedly, raising his voice above the clamor of the sound track. "We fucking did it again, buddy. Look at that guy getting off on the screen - he's yelling even more than you are!"
"Oh yeahhhh..." gasped Albie exhaustedly as he slumped back in the seat. "Course I... I did it on fucking purpose... didn't I?
Ohhhhhhhhhhh!... Like fucking hell I did..."
"Well either way no one heard a damn thing. And now it's my turn."
Joey's hands were grabbing at her hair, pulling her face towards his crotch. "God, do I need this!"
She turned despairingly back towards Albie as Joey kept dragging her inexorably towards his groin. "A...Mr. May, please," she gasped. "My... my skirt! You promised!"
"Oh God...!" Albie was still breathing heavily as he lay slumped back in his seat. "Finish him off first, Suzie," he said tiredly. "Then you can have them... have them both back. Oh God...!"
God help me! she thought despairingly. Every minute I'm still naked is one more chance closer to jail. Oh GOD! She strained urgently across the armrest down towards Joey's crotch and fumbled with his zipper. Please, she thought desperately as she fished out his penis with trembling fingers, please don't make as much noise as Albie did.
Please!
"Ohhhhhh!" Joey gasped as her lips found his swelling organ. "Oh shit!" Then suddenly he lifted her face away from his erection. "Just one thing first, Suzie," he panted. "I need some insurance like Albie had." He reached down beside him and pulled up her blouse, twisting it in his hands. "I'm just gonna wrap this around the bottom of my dick, so you'll be more careful when you're swallowing. I don't wanna walk out of here with cum stains all over my jeans, do I?"
My clothes! she thought hopelessly, staring despairingly at the twisted material in the boy's hands. They'll be so damned crumpled by the time I get them back! It'll look like I've been sleeping in them or something. Oh God!
"Done!" whispered Joey, as he finished winding the clothing around the base of his erection. He reached for her hair again. "Now gimme some nice suck-suck, Suzie. And be sure and keep your nice blouse real clean now. You be a good vacuum cleaner for Daddy."
She bent down to him again without comment. "Ahhhhhhhh!..." he sighed. "What a feeling!" His fingers tightened in her hair. "Suck real... ohhhhhhhh! ...real quiet, Suzie," he whispered. "And real fast. The movie's running down and the lights are gonna come back on real soon."
Oh God - no! she thought frantically. I'm going to get caught in the lights - like THIS! Bare butt up in the air, face down in his lap. Oh GOD!! Her whole body began trembling violently as she licked and sucked desperately at his throbbing organ, using every trick she knew to finish him off quickly. Please come - please come - please COME!
For God's SAKE!
"Oh God - yesssss...!" he whispered shakily. "What a fucking mouth!
Yeahhhhhh!..." He stroked one of her sucking cheeks with a trembling hand. "But don't make so much... ohhhhhhhhh! ...noise, Suzie. You want someone to... uhhhhhhhhh! ...hear you or something?"
Of course I don't want anyone to hear me! she thought hopelessly. I don't even want to suck you, you little bastard. I don't even want to be here. I just want out of this whole damned horrible nightmare. Oh God! She was trembling even more as she licked and sucked him all the harder.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Joey whispered. "Feels so fucking good!... But you...
you better hurry, Suzie. Final credits... ohhhhhhhhhhhh! ...just started rolling. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!..."
Oh damn you, damn you, damn you! she thought in agony as she redoubled her efforts. Just give me my blouse, you little bastard! Oh GOD!! Then with an incredible sense of relief she heard him give a huge gasp and then felt his semen start pulsing out in her mouth.
Thank God! Thank God! She was frantically licking, sucking, swallowing, then sucking and licking and swallowing again, and again and again and again, until finally the flow of thick salty liquid in her mouth tapered off and stopped. With a sobbing gasp of relief she wrenched her mouth off his shrinking penis and grabbed her crumpled blouse from his crotch before he could stop her.
"Mr. May!" she gasped desperately as the final credits rolled up the screen. "My skirt! Please for God's sake give me my skirt!" She clawed at her tangled blouse, frantically searching for the armholes, desperately dragging it on and fumbling wildly at the buttons. "For God's sake, Mr. May - please!"
"There y'go, Suzie." He threw it carelessly on her lap. "Don't say I don't keep my promise."
"Oh God!" she gasped. "The lights are coming on! Oh God!" She bent hastily forward, slamming the top of her head painfully against the seat in front of her as she shoved her feet desperately down inside the skirt. "Oh God!" she panted, frantically dragging the skirt up her thighs as the lights grew brighter. "Oh God!" she gasped as she fumbled desperately with the zipper and the fasteners. Then she fell back in her seat, panting and exhausted and trembling all over. "Oh... my... GOD...!"
Albie smiled at her. "You did real good, Suzie. I didn't know you were such a quick change artist. Boy - you're so talented it's amazing. You strip, you fuck, you suck, you even make supper..."
"Mr. May, for God's sake...!" She looked around desperately at the people leaving. "Keep your voice down - please! What are these people going to think?"
His smile got wider. "I don't think they'll even notice what I'm saying, Suzie. They'll be too busy looking at the cum running out of the corner of your mouth."
"Oh no!" She grabbed frantically for her handbag, scrabbling desperately inside it for a tissue. She held up a vanity mirror in one shaking hand as she swabbed frantically at her mouth. "Oh God!"
she gasped again. "Look at my face, for God's sake! I look as if I've been... as if I've been..."
"As if you've been sucking dicks, Suzie," said Albie smoothly. "That's what you look like, don't you?"
"Mr. May - please!" she hissed, looking around fearfully as the flow of departing people began to thin out. "For God's sake stop talking so loudly! Please, Mr. May, for God's sake - please!" She began redoing her makeup with shaking fingers and urgently combing her disheveled hair. Then she fumbled her feet back into her shoes and got shakily to her feet, trying vainly to smooth the creases out of her skirt. "Can we please go now? Before we get thrown out?"
Albie leaned over and picked up the packets of snacks. "We never did get to eat this stuff." He grinned at her. "Too many other things to do."
She felt her face starting to burn. "Can we please go now?" she repeated dully. She could feel herself trembling from the reaction.
Albie looked around her at the other boy. "Coming, buddy?" he asked.
"What...?" asked Joey wearily as he lay sprawled back in his seat. He slowly finished pulling his zipper up and gave a long sigh. "Oh God -
what a mouth. What... a... fucking... mouth...!"
"You're starting to repeat yourself, pal," said Albie cheerfully. He picked up the drinks and moved to go. "Let's get outa here. We can fuck her all night back at the apartment."
She flushed again. At least the theater's nearly empty now, she thought resignedly. No one left to hear you, you little bastard.
"We... we don't have to go home just yet, buddy," said Joey tiredly. "The night is young, as they say. I... Oh God - that mouth...! I... I know this neat place where we can park." He struggled shakily to his feet. "We could eat the snacks there. And maybe even do some other stuff too."
Her heart sank. Oh God, no! she thought despairingly. Not more -
please not more! Haven't you done enough to me in public for one night? Oh my God! She choked back a sob as she stumbled dispiritedly behind Mr. May on their way out of the theater.
The usherette was standing at the door as they went out, her face stiff with disapproval. "Great movie," said Albie cheerfully. "Glad you let us in."
"Actually," added Joey, sounding a little less tired now, "I thought it was kinda dull. It was more fun just sitting in the seat."
Her face was growing hot again - she could feel it. Then the usherette spoke to her, pointedly ignoring both boys. "Madam," she said tightly, "if you try to bring that CHILD back in here for another movie like this one, I will personally report you to the authorities. Do I make myself clear?"
She felt her face burning even more. "Come on, boys," she muttered, hurrying out of the foyer ahead of them.
Albie was sitting beside her in the front seat as they pulled out of the carpark. He turned around to look at Joey, laying one hand casually on her thigh as he did so. "Where's this great place to park, buddy?" he asked.
"About three blocks from here, pal." Joey rustled some of the snack packets. "We can eat all this great stuff there. Be a shame to waste it."
"And maybe do some other stuff too. Like you said." Albie's hand was sliding up under her skirt now.
"Yeah," said Joey, leaning forward and watching the other boy's hand in the light from passing streetlights. "She's not wearing any panties, is she?"
"I'll just check," Albie said solemnly. He pulled her skirt back and peered down under the steering wheel. "Well, waddaya know," he went on in mock surprise. "She isn't!" And he quickly slid a finger up inside her vagina.
"A...Mr. May!" she gasped, gripping hard on the steering wheel. "For God's sake - someone might see us!
"How about a bra?" Joey added guilelessly, ignoring her outburst. "Is she wearing a bra?"
"Lemme see." Keeping his finger lodged firmly in her vagina, Albie leaned over and slid his other hand down the front of her blouse. "Nope," he said, closing his fingers around one of her bare breasts. "Just natural uplift."
"Mr. May, - for - God's - sake!" She gritted her teeth, speaking slowly and with exaggerated clarity. "Someone - will - see - us -
and - I - will - go - to - jail! Please - stop - it!"
"Turn down here, Suzie," said Joey suddenly. "Then turn into that off-
street carpark down at the end. It's kinda dark and private down there."
Albie still had his hands up her skirt and down her blouse, slowly fondling her vagina and breasts as she drove. She grunted and winced under his probing fingers. Oh God, she thought, looking around fearfully at the darkened street, if they're doing all this to me out here on the street, what the hell will they do to me when they get me down there? Oh God!
Albie finally withdrew his hands as she turned into the carpark, and she let out a sigh of relief. Then she instinctively headed for the darkest corner. But as she brought the car to a halt she looked uneasily around her. "Joey," she whispered, "are you sure this place is safe? We could... we could get mugged or something."
"Nah." Joey sounded scornful. He pointed out through the back window of the car. "You see that place over there, Suzie? That's an adult video store. There are people coming and going all night. No one's gonna mug us in a place like this."
Oh, great! she thought bitterly. What a wonderful place for a romantic late night tryst with my two young lovers. Just across the street from an adult video store. Oh God!


 CHAPTER 8

Joey started opening the packets of snacks. "Chow time, buddy. What are you gonna have?"
"Some chips and a chocolate bar, I guess. And one of those big cokes."
"How about you, Suzie?"
She looked at his young face in the dull light from the street and then dropped her eyes. "I'm... I'm not hungry," she muttered.
"Fine," went on Joey cheerfully. "You're gonna be busy anyway. You're gonna be our floorshow."
She felt herself going cold. I knew it, she thought despairingly. Oh God - I just knew it! You twisted little bastard!
"What'dja have in mind, buddy?" Albie spoke through a mouthful of chips.
"Oh," said Joey casually, "maybe a nice strip show and some other stuff. Why don't you find an easy listening station on her radio?"
Albie reached over and switched on the radio. "Which button's easy listening, Suzie?" he asked. "You must listen to that kinda shit all the time."
Her eyes were still downcast. She felt herself starting to tremble. "They're all easy listening," she muttered. Oh God! her mind screamed. What the hell are you going to do to me now?
Albie pressed the first button and the sounds of bland music filled the car. "Great," said Joey. "Just what we need. Get up out of the driver's seat, Suzie, and turn around and face me. Albie, slide over against the door and give the lady some room. It's kinda cramped in this cheap little car."
Albie slid across and waited. They both looked at her expectantly.
She flushed. "What am I...? There's... there's no room in here..."
"So bend over," said Joey impatiently. "Straddle the parking brake and bend over. Then starting moving your ass in time with the music.
Hell, Suzie, it's not my fault if you went and bought such a cheap little car."
She felt her face getting even hotter. She climbed out awkwardly from behind the wheel and struggled to turn around, stepping clumsily over the parking brake and crouching to keep her head below the roof.
"That's it, Suzie. Now you're getting the idea." Joey sucked noisily at his drink for a moment, then looked up at her again. "OK -
whenever you're ready you can start moving your ass to the music."
She ducked her head and looked quickly and fearfully out of the car windows. "Joey - please!" she whispered desperately, as her trembling increased. "If there's a prowler out there or something, he... he'll be able to see me! Please - I'll... I'll do anything you want back at the apartment, but please don't make me do this out here. Please!"
"What's the matter, Suzie?" said Albie brutally. "Getting shy or something? Hell - there's hardly enough light for us to see you, much less some prowler way out there somewhere." He reached up for the interior light. "How about I turn this on? Would that make you move faster?"
"Oh God - no!" She grabbed frantically for his wrist. "Don't turn that on, for God's sake! I'll be like a goldfish in a bowl! Mr. May -
please!"
He looked at her, with his hand still on the switch. "Then start moving your ass, Suzie. Now!"
She gave a desperate swallow, then placed her trembling hands on her thighs and began to slowly waggle her hips back and forth, with her body still bent down awkwardly under the roof of the car. The music kept playing relentlessly behind her.
"Great," said Joey enthusiastically, biting down hard on a chocolate bar. "You're doing real good for such a small space, Suzie. Now unbutton your blouse real slow and sexy."
"Oh God! Please - I..."
"More light?" asked Albie helpfully, reaching back up towards the switch.
"No!" she gasped in renewed panic. "For God's sake!" She stood crouched in front of them for a moment, irresolute and trembling, while they both smiled up at her. Albie kept his hand on the light switch. Then she gave a despairing sigh. "Oh all right - I'll... I'll do it. Oh God!" Her shaking fingers went to the front of her blouse and started slowly undoing the buttons, while her eyes darted fearfully out of the windows all around her. "Oh God," she said again.
"Yeah!" said Joey contentedly. "Floorshow's hotting up. But don't forget to keep moving your ass, Suzie. And try and stay with the beat, for God's sake. Where's your sense of rhythm?"
She let out a small sob and began moving her hips again. As the last button on her blouse came undone she clutched the open garment protectively across her breasts.
"Now flash those tits, Suzie," said Joey, "and keep moving that butt." He glanced at Albie. "You want some more chips, buddy?"
But Albie ignored him. "Suzie," he said after a pause, looking up at her, "Joey told you to flash your tits."
"I..."
"Open your blouse and flash your fucking tits!" Albie was sounding angry now.
Suddenly her legs wouldn't hold her any more. She sagged to the floor in front of him, still straddling the parking brake, with tears pouring down her cheeks and her blouse still held tightly across her breasts. "Oh God," she whispered brokenly - "I can't. Not in public like this. I just can't."
Albie suddenly turned off the radio. There was a short silence. Then Joey spoke. "Well, fuck," he said. "So she's started saying no again." He glanced at the other boy. "Whatcha gonna do about it, buddy?"
Albie sat looking at her for a long moment, his face hard. Then he spoke. "Sit down, Suzie," he said quietly. "Back in the driver's seat."
She looked imploringly at him, still crying. "Mr. May, I swear I'll do anything for you back at the apartment, but PLEASE..."
"Just sit in the driver's seat, Suzie." His voice was trembling with suppressed anger.
She scrambled hastily back into the seat and looked across at him, still holding her blouse closed with trembling fingers. "Mr. May..."
she began again.
"You feeling OK now, Suzie?"
She just looked at him. "I..."
"Not too much of a strain on your modesty, hidden in behind the seatback like that?" He gestured out into the darkness in front of the car. "Not feeling too shy in front of all those little trees and bushes?"
"I..."
He bared his teeth. "Then how about you do a teeny weenie little tittie flash, just for those little bushes out there? You feel OK doing that?"
She was too frightened to disobey him. His anger was palpable in the little car. She timidly opened the front of her blouse and closed it again, still looking fearfully across at him.
Albie spoke back over his shoulder. "Joey," he said softly, "climb over into the front seat."
Her fear was like nausea now, climbing up into her throat. Oh God, she thought, trembling - what are you going to DO to me?
Both boys sat jammed in the front seat, looking at her in silence.
Her trembling got worse. Then Albie switched the radio back on, keeping the volume low. "Suzie." His voice was still very quiet. "You're hidden real good in behind that seatback, aren't you?"
She swallowed again. "Y...yes, Mr. May," she whispered.
"So you can put on a nice little strip show for us sitting right there, can't you? And still feel OK, can't you?"
Her trembling increased. "Yes, Mr. May."
He turned up the radio a little more. "So get started."
She cringed. Then with one more fearful glance out into the darkness she took a deep breath, and then started slowly squirming around in the seat, trying to maintain some kind of movement in time with the music. She slowly opened and closed her blouse a few times and timidly shook her bare breasts at them. It was only when she saw them licking their lips and their breathing start to quicken that her fear gradually began to subside. Am I keeping them happy? she thought desperately. Maybe they won't make me do anything worse if I just keep them happy.
"You can take the blouse off now, Suzie," Albie whispered. "And throw it to your fans in the audience." His hand was at his crotch.
She slid it shakily off her shoulders and handed it to him. Then he gestured wordlessly at her skirt and she began to unzip it, still wriggling and squirming in her seat in time with the music. Please God, she thought fearfully, don't let anyone come down this end of the carpark. Please!
"Gimme your shoes, too," he said hoarsely, as she pulled the skirt free of her feet and passed it to him. His hand was still massaging his crotch as she continued to wriggle about naked in the seat. Why the hell do you want this? she thought hopelessly. Haven't you both seen enough of my body during all of the rapes back at the apartment?
Oh God!
Joey was sitting there silent right beside her, his mouth half open, just staring. Then Albie leaned across in front of him and began to fondle her naked body as she moved, running his hands over her breasts and belly and thighs. He leaned further over and then, suddenly and without warning, wrenched the keys out of the ignition. "OK, pal," he said to Joey, snatching up her handbag as he spoke. "It's time we went for a little walk."
"Huh?" Joey just gaped at the older boy as he opened the door and climbed out, carrying her keys and handbag and clothes and shoes. "Where you going?"
"Oh my God!" she yelped, frantically covering her bare breasts with her arms. "Mr. May, for God's sake, surely you're not going to just walk away and leave me like this?" She huddled desperately down behind the steering wheel. "Oh God, Mr. May - please!"
"You need some time to think, Suzie." He was bending down, looking in the door at her. "I'm gonna lock your clothes and stuff in the trunk, and then Joey and me are gonna go for a walk. We're gonna spend some more of your money at the all-night hamburger joint around the corner. Maybe even play a few video games while we're there." He pulled the unresisting Joey out of the car. "And while we're away you can think about things. You can do some real good thinking."
"Noooooooooooo!" Her despairing wail followed him as he slammed the trunk lid shut and walked away with Joey, carrying her money and her keys. "Mr. May, oh God - noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!..."
* * * * * She was in tears and shivering with fear and cold by the time they came back, her arms clasped desperately around her naked body. She started fearfully at the sound of keys in the doorlock, then sat huddled back against the door and staring apprehensively at Albie as he slid into the front passenger seat. "Oh God," she wept, her teeth chattering. "I... I thought you were never coming back. And there were men going into that... that place over there, and I had to get right down on the floor and... and hide! Oh God!"
"You get to do some thinking, Suzie?"
"Oh God!" she said wretchedly. "I... I'll do whatever you say. I won't say no again. Please, please, please just give me my clothes back." She reached out hesitantly towards him. "Mr. May, I... I need to go find a bathroom. I'm desperate! Please give me my clothes back.
Please!"
He sat looking at her as Joey climbed into the back seat. "You won't say no again, huh? Now where've I heard that before?"
"Oh God!" she wept. "I swear I won't say no again, Mr. May, I swear it. But I need to GO! Please, Mr. May - for God's sake, please!"
"Then go."
She stared at him, her lower lip trembling. "My... my clothes. Mr.
May, please - for God's sake...!"
He pointed out through the windscreen. "It's dark out there, Suzie.
Just go behind one of those bushes and squat."
"What!" She was aghast. "G...go out there naked? In public?"
He shrugged. "Well, you can pee in here if you like. It's your car."
She stared at him. "Oh my God!" Then suddenly she jammed her naked legs together and pressed down with both hands against her crotch. "Mr. May - I can't hold out another minute! Please!"
He reached over and unlocked the door behind her. "There y'go," he said, pushing it open.
You little bastard! she thought despairingly, trembling with her need. She threw one last frantic look around into the darkness and then leapt out of the car and rushed behind the bushes. Her urine was spilling down her thighs even before she had started to squat. "Oh God," she gasped as her distended bladder emptied itself onto the ground between her feet. "Oh God!"
Her breathing slowly returned to normal as she squatted there, trembling in the darkness. She could feel the mud and urine splattered all over her bare feet. My God, she thought in incredulous despair, was it really only last Monday when that little bastard came and ruined my life? Just five days ago - and now look at me.
Squatting naked behind bushes in a public carpark to relieve myself.
Oh God!
She peered around the bushes at the dark bulk of the car less than thirty feet away. I can't stay out here any longer, she thought hopelessly. They'll get angry and come looking for me. I've got to go back!
She crept out from behind the bushes, looking nervously across at the street and the adult video store. Then she ran back to the car and crouched down behind it as best she could as she grasped the door handle.
It wouldn't open.
She tried again. It still wouldn't open. Oh God, she thought despairingly - the little bastards have locked me out! She rattled the handle futilely a few more times and then quickly slid upwards until she could see in through the window.
The radio was playing - she could hear it faintly through the window glass. It seemed to be some kind of rock station. She tapped urgently on the glass until Albie turned to look in her direction. The windows were starting to fog up, but she finally managed to catch his eye.
Let me in! she mouthed at him frantically, still rattling the handle.
Unlock the door - please!
He smiled at her and cupped one hand behind his ear, miming deafness.
She tapped harder and shook the door handle even more frantically, looking fearfully across at the brightly-lit store. Oh God, you little bastard, she thought desperately - let me IN! Before someone COMES! Then out of the corner of her eye she saw movement across the street, and she threw herself desperately behind the end of the car as a customer walked out of the video store. Oh God, she thought fearfully, as she huddled naked and cold and trembling against the radiator grille - let me in!
She heard the car door open. Then Albie's sneakers came around the front of the car and stopped beside her. She kept huddling there, silent and trembling, with her eyes on the ground. Please, she thought hopelessly. Please.
"You my bitch, Suzie?" His voice came softly from above her head. "You my obedient, do-anything, lick-my-boots bitch?"
She let out a small sob. "Mr. May, for God's sake..."
"Yes or no, Suzie?"
The tears were pouring down her cheeks now. She huddled herself into an even tighter ball at his feet. "Oh yes, Mr. May," she sobbed wretchedly, "I'm your do-anything bitch - I swear I am! Oh God -
please let me back in the car. Please!"
"Hands and knees, Suzie. Wag your ass like a good doggie. And then lick my feet."
She gave another loud sob and dropped onto her hands and knees on the rough asphalt. She hardly noticed that Joey had got out and was standing watching her as well. "Please, Mr. May," she wept, waggling her hips obediently back and forth. "Please let me back in the car."
She dropped her face down onto his feet and stuck out her tongue. "Please," she begged again, licking his right sneaker. "I'll do anything you want - anything!" She licked his left sneaker. "Please, Mr. May."
"You've stopped wagging your ass, Suzie. Maybe you're not such a good doggie after all."
"Oh God!" She started frantically waggling her hips again, licking and licking at his feet. "I am... a good doggie, Mr. May..." she gasped between licks. "See me... see me being good? See me, Mr. May?
Oh God...!"
He reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back to look up at him. "You gonna do what you're told? Or will I just lock you out of the car and take a taxi home with your money?"
"Nooooooo! Oh God, Mr. May - please! I'll... I'll lick your feet some more. I'll do anything!" And she strained down against the pull at her hair, mouth open and tongue protruding, trying desperately to reach his sneakers again.
He maintained his grip in her hair. "Anything?"
She looked up at him, her face soaked with tears. "Yes, Mr. May," she whispered. "Anything."
"OK," he said softly. "So listen real good, `cause I'm only gonna say this once. I'm gonna tell you to do something, and if you do it without saying no I'll let you back in the car. But if you say no just once, I'm gonna leave you here till morning. Got it?"
"Yes, Mr. May." Her whole body was trembling.
"Good. So get back down on your hands and knees."
She obeyed him, still trembling.
"Now crawl right around the car and back to me."
"Oh God!" She looked up at him in horror. "Mr. May, I'm naked! And there are men going in and out of that store all the time!"
He shrugged. "Goodbye, Suzie."
"Mr. May - nooooooooo!" She launched herself desperately at his feet as he turned away, sprawling full length along the ground. "Mr. May -
please!" She could feel the rough asphalt scraping her bare breasts and belly and thighs as she clutched frantically at his ankles. "Oh God, Mr. May - please! Don't leave me here naked, for God's sake!"
He tripped over in her grip, grabbing hastily at the car to save himself. "Shit!" he said savagely. "What're you trying to do, Suzie?
Break my fucking neck?"
She recoiled, hastily releasing him and scrambling back onto her haunches. "Oh God, I'm sorry, Mr. May - I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She stopped and swallowed, trembling with fear. "But I... I... Oh God -
please, please, please don't leave me here like this. Please - I'm begging you!"
"Didn't I tell you I was gonna walk away if you said no?"
She stared up at him, still trembling. "Y...yes. But I... I didn't actually..."
He interrupted her. "Didn't actually say no, huh? Just kinda argued a little. Is that what you're saying?"
She kept looking up at him wordlessly, blinking back the tears. "Stand up," he said suddenly.
She stood up slowly, looking fearfully across at the video shop and keeping herself in a half crouch to hide behind the car. Her trembling was increasing.
"Albie," said Joey suddenly, "why don'tcha..."
"Shut up, Joey! Suzie - I told you to stand up. So stand up straight.
Head up, tits out, hands by your sides."
"Oh God!" Still looking apprehensively at the video shop, she forced herself to stand upright and push out her chest.
Albie stood looking at her. "Ready to do what you're told, Suzie?"
She trembled under his gaze. "Yes, Mr. May," she whispered. "I'll...
I'll crawl around the car. Oh God."
He shook his head. "You argued, Suzie. You just upped the ante. Now you gotta WALK round the car, standing up straight." She opened her mouth to protest and he cut her off. "And if you argue again, the ante gets upped even more. Then I'll make you jog bare ass naked up to the video store and back, before I'll let you in the car. Got it?"
She just stared at him, her lower lip quivering. "Oh my God," she said at last. "Oh God."
"Got it?" he repeated.
"Y...y...yes. Oh God!"
"OK. So listen real good to the instructions, Suzie. `Cause if you don't do it exactly the way I want, I'll make you walk round again."
He pointed behind her. "Go around that way. Keep you head up and your back straight and your tits out. And I'm gonna march you. You know -
left, right, left, right. Like that."
She closed her eyes in agony. Oh God, she thought helplessly, is this hell or what? In God's name, what did I ever, ever, EVER do to deserve...?
"Left!" His voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Oh God!" Her eyes snapped open and she whirled around, lifting her head and sticking out her chest, and took one step forward. She was trembling all over.
"Sargeant Albie!" Joey's tone was admiring. "I love it, buddy. This ain't boot camp - this is bare butt camp." He snickered. "Bare tit and bare cunt camp as well. You gonna make her march fast or slow?"
"Slow, pal - real slow." He kept his eyes on the trembling naked woman in front of him. "Right!"
The next step took her around to the side of the car. Now she was facing the street and the video store. Please God, she thought helplessly - please don't let anyone come. Please!
His voice came from behind her. "Left!"
She slid her left foot forward as far as she could. Big steps! she thought desperately. Get it over faster. She could feel her vagina gaping open as she stretched forward.
"Uh, uh." It was Albie's voice again. "Don't go trying to do the splits, Suzie. Just ordinary walking. Now pull that foot back and try again." He waited until she slid her foot tremblingly back to its original position. "Left!" he repeated.
She took as large a step as she dared, and waited, shivering, for him to call her back again. But he didn't. "Right!" he called, and she stepped forward again. Her eyes were fixed despairingly on the brightly-lit store just across the street in front of her. She held her fists clenched by her sides, her whole body rigid with the fear of being seen. Please God, she prayed again. Please keep the street empty!
"Left!" She was at the rear of the car now. The street was still empty. Oh thank you, God!
"Right!" She was halfway across the rear. Maybe I'll make it, she thought, her hopes rising. Maybe I'll get all the way round without...
"What the fuck...?" Her head turned in alarm as the distant voice carried across the carpark. A man was standing outside the door of the video store and staring across at her, his mouth gaping open in astonishment.
"Oh God - no!" she screamed. She clamped her arms across her bare breasts and ran frantically around to the front of the car. "Mr. May, please, for God's sake," she babbled, huddling desperately at his feet - "please let me back in the car! Please give me my clothes back! Please, please, please, Mr. May. Oh God - please!"
"Oh I dunno, Suzie." He looked across at the man heading purposefully towards them. "Maybe some company'd be interesting, don't you think?"
"Oh God, Mr. May..."
"Albie..." Joey sounded worried. "Listen, buddy - this could blow the whole damn thing sky high. You sure you wanna get some stranger involved?"
Albie smiled. "Don't worry, pal. The way I figure it, anyone who's been in that store borrowing those kinds of videos isn't gonna make any trouble. Know what I mean?"
"Yeah, but..." Joey still sounded worried.
"Trust me, pal." Albie leaned down to the naked woman in front of him and grabbed her hair. "Listen, Suzie," he hissed, tipping her head back, "don't you say a fucking word the whole time that guy's here.
And I really fucking mean it! One peep outa you and Joey and me walk away and leave you here, bare ass naked with him. You got it?"
She shuddered in his grip, her eyes huge. "Oh God, Mr. May - you wouldn't! Please... please tell me you wouldn't!"
His fingers tightened in her hair. "You bet I fucking would, lady. If you don't believe me, try saying something and see what happens."
She opened her mouth to plead with him again, but the man was already on them. "What the fuck's going on here?" he demanded, looking first at the boys and then at the shivering naked woman cringing at their feet.
"Boot camp," said Albie helpfully, with a sly glance at Joey. "I'm the sargeant and this is our recruit."
"What?" The man sounded incredulous.
"Yeah," said Albie, his tone serious. "We came out here for some marching drill. I've just been marching her round the car. You know -
left, right, left, right, and all that kinda stuff."
"You..." The man was completely speechless for some moments. "You...
you want me to believe she's out here bare ass naked at midnight for some MARCHING DRILL?"
"Sure. I'll show you." Albie looked down at her. "Recruit - on your feet!"
She looked up at him helplessly, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly. His last words to her echoed in her brain: If you don't believe me, try saying something and see what happens.
Albie leaned closer. "C'mon, recruit - get up and show the nice man how well you can march." He was smiling, but the menace in his eyes was unmistakable.
She scrambled hastily to her feet and stood at attention in front of him, with her lips clamped tremblingly shut. "Fuck!" said the man. "I don't believe this!"
"Mister, you ain't seen nothing yet. OK, recruit - quick march around the car. Left! Right! Left! Right! Left! Right! Swing those arms now!
Left! Right! Left! Right!..."
She stumbled clumsily around the car, trying to keep her arms and legs in time with his barked commands and wincing as her bare feet slammed down hard on the rough asphalt. Got to obey him, she thought desperately. Got to keep quiet! Otherwise he'll leave me here naked.
Oh God!
"Shit!" said the man as she completed her circuit. "Look at her tits bounce! I never knew the Army was like this."
"Equal opportunity," said Albie. "That's how it's gotta be these days." Then he grinned. "Uh, I'm Ablie, and this is Joey." He gestured at the naked woman standing trembling and breathing heavily in front of him. "And this here's Suzie."
"Well, well, well," said the man. "I'm Sam. I run that store over there. Real pleased to meet you two boys. And your nice recruit." He leered at her nakedness. "She got a first name?"
"Yeah," said Albie. "But we just call her Suzie. We wanna be respectful to an old lady. Know what I mean?"
The man snorted. "Well, she sure looks like she deserves it. I ain't seen such a respectable looking woman in a long time." He leered at her again. "What's your first name, girlie?"
She shrank back, looking at him fearfully, but stayed silent. She was still trembling.
"She's real shy," said Albie. "She probably won't talk to you at all."
Sam looked slowly up and down her naked body. "God, she's dirty.
What's she been doing?"
Albie smiled. "Well, first she squatted behind those bushes over there and peed in the dirt. And then she came back here and lay on the ground and licked my feet." He tried to look pitying. "I guess that's what gets her off."
She felt the outrage flare up inside her. You little bastard! she screamed at him in her mind. You forced me to do all those things!
And now you're making him believe I'm some kind of perverted submissive. God damn you! She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, trembling with anger and fear and helplessness. God damn you to hell!
"Well, fuck." Sam shook his head unbelievingly. "Real docile, is she?" He licked his lips. "What about if I try and feel her up? She gonna slap my face or anything?"
Albie's smile got wider. "Don't think so. Try it and see."
Sam stepped closer. His breathing was coming faster now. He reached out hesitantly and grasped one of her bare breasts. She cringed, closing her eyes and turning her face away. Oh God, she thought hopelessly, now I'm a plaything for a porn store manager. What next -
for God's sake, what next? Then she jumped as his other hand found her bare pubis.
"God," Sam murmured as he fondled her, "I love the bald pussy. All Army recruits got `em these days?"
"Yeah," said Albie laconically. "Short back and sides. You know?"
"God!" said Sam again. His finger was up in her vagina now, and his other hand squeezed her breast as he leaned forward and began sucking her nipple. "Mmmmmmmmmm!..."
Albie leaned over towards Joey. "Waddaya think, pal?" he whispered softly. "Still worried this guy's gonna make trouble?"
Joey looked across at two figures in front of the car. Susan Jones was grunting and gasping now as Sam pumped his finger rapidly in and out of her vagina. His mouth was still at her breast, and his other hand was behind her trembling buttocks, holding her firmly in place. "No," the younger boy whispered. "I guess you had it figured pretty good." Then he stopped and frowned. "But if he wants a piece of the action, then that's gonna be all the less pussy for us."
Albie smiled again. "I think our end of the deal's gonna be pretty damn good. Just watch." He walked back towards the gasping naked woman and the man fondling her. "Hey, Sam," he said aloud, "you got somewhere more comfortable where we can DRILL our recruit? If you know what I mean."
Sam stopped, mouth still at her breast and finger still buried deep in her vagina. He turned slowly and looked at Albie. "Drill her, huh?" Then he sniggered. "You do that a lot?"
"As much as we can," said Albie cheerfully. "You got somewhere better than this carpark?"
Sam sniggered again. "Yeah," he said happily, "I got somewhere." He looked at the woman in front of him and pumped his finger in and out of her vagina a few more times, making her grunt helplessly. "I got somewhere where we can drill her real good." He released her reluctantly and stepped back. "Business is kinda slow. I was just gonna close up for a while. You boys wanna come over?"
"You're gonna take little kids like us into an adult video store?"
Albie tried to sound unbelieving.
"Yeah." Sam reached out and tweaked her nipples. Then he briefly fingered her vagina once more. "Maybe you'll see something you haven't seen before." He sniggered again, and ran his hand slowly down the streaks of dirt on her body. "I could even show you women who keep themselves clean."
Her face burned as she stood there trembling under his casual fondling. Damn you all! she thought despairingly. Just go ahead and rape me! Don't keep humiliating me like this! Damn you all to hell!
"Well, she sure could do with a cleanup," agreed Albie. "You got a shower over there?"
"Nah. It's a store, not an apartment. But I got some wet wipes." He leered knowingly at them. "Sometimes the customers get kinda carried away in the viewing booths, and then I gotta clean up afterwards."
Albie shrugged. "OK - that'll have to do." He turned to the other boy. "C'mon, Joey. You too, Suzie."
She stood rooted to the spot, staring at them helplessly from behind the car as they all started walking across to the video store. "Oh God," she whispered.
Albie glanced back, and then stopped. "C'mon, Suzie," he said impatiently. When she didn't move he patted his pocket. "I got the car keys and all the money. You better stick with me, in case I decide to get a taxi home."
"Oh God," she whispered again. She gave a stifled sob and ran over to him, gazing fearfully around and shielding her breasts and crotch with her arms as best she could.
"Platoon - halt!" Albie shouted suddenly.
Joey and Sam turned around and stared back at him, puzzled. Then they caught sight of the cowering naked woman beside him and they both grinned.
"Recruit - attenshun!" shouted Albie. "Stand up straight, hands by your sides, tits out! C'mon, soldier - get with it!"
"Mr. May - please!" she whispered desperately, staring frantically around into the darkness. "For God's sake, everyone in the whole neighborhood'll be able to hear you!"
"Well just do what you're told, Suzie, and I'll stop yelling," he whispered back. Then he took a deep breath and opened his mouth again.
"OK, OK!" she whispered frantically, clenching her fists and forcing herself to stand upright. "For God's sake, stop shouting - please!"
She gritted her teeth and pushed out her chest, standing naked and trembling in the middle of the carpark. She could feel the tears starting as the sense of helpless humiliation engulfed her again. "Please, Mr. May," she whispered wretchedly. "Please stop doing this to me. Please."
"All you gotta do is what you're told, Suzie," he said softly. "In the end it's a hellava lot less trouble for you. And less time standing out here bare ass naked." He raised his voice abruptly: "Recruit - quick march! Left, right, left, right, left, right...!"
God damn him, she thought helplessly as she marched stiffly across the parking lot towards the grinning Sam and Joey - the little bastard's right! I'd be safely inside by now if I hadn't argued. Oh God.
"Those fucking tits!" said Sam admiringly as she marched up to him. "Look at `em bounce!" He leaned over and nudged Joey in the ribs. "Hey, kid - you could say she's marching two abreast. Har, har!"
She flushed deeply, then glanced fearfully in both directions as she marched across the road. Please, she thought desperately - don't let anyone else come. Please! She marched briskly up to the door of the video store and reached for the handle. Got to get inside! Even a porn store'd be better than standing out here naked!
"It's locked," Sam called out from behind her. "Hang on. I gotta come and open it."
"Recruit," barked Albie - "keep marching on the spot until he opens the door!"
She felt her face burning even hotter as she obeyed him. Oh God, she thought despairingly as she stamped up and down outside the locked door, would you hurry up and let me IN! Someone's going to SEE me! Oh God! She could feel her bare breasts jiggling with each step.
Sam walked around in front of her, fumbling for his keys. "God," he said, staring at her as the two boys joined him, "would you look at the way those tits bounce!" He reached out and held a hand under one of her breasts as she continued stamping up and down in front of him, letting the breast flop up and down against his palm as she moved.
"Looks good," agreed Albie. "Let's speed her up a little, and get some more action." He raised his voice again: "C'mon, recruit - super quick march! One-two, one-two, one-two, one-two, one-two...!"
Damn you! her mind screamed in anguish as she stamped frantically up and down - would you just unlock the damn DOOR! She could feel the perspiration breaking out all over her as she struggled to keep up the pace.
Sam had both hands under her breasts now. "Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake," he said under his breath as her breasts flopped up and down against his hands. "I'm gonna join the Armeee..." He looked across at Albie as she stamped and bounced in front of him, and licked his lips. "Who gets to drill her first, pal?"
"Oh, be our guest, buddy," said Albie expansively. "If you're gonna let us spend some time inside this great store you've got here, the least we can do is let you spend some time inside our recruit. OK with you?"
"Fuckin' A!" Sam stepped back and scrabbled urgently for his keys. "Get in here, recruit," he barked as he swung the door open. "On the fucking double!"
Oh God, she thought despairingly. Public nakedness outside and rape inside. What a choice! She gritted her teeth and followed him inside.
He locked the door hastily behind them all and then went over to an expanse of carpeted floor. The front of his pants was bulging from his erection. "Recruit - over here!" he commanded.
She obeyed and stood trembling in front of him. He started ripping off his shirt. "Recruit - on your back!" He wrenched his pants down. "Recruit - spread your legs!" He threw himself down onto her. "Recruit - prepare to be drilled!" Then his erect penis thrust quickly into her open vagina, making her grunt. "Recruit - hug me...
ohhhhhhhhhh! ...real tight!" He started humping up and down on top of her. "Recruuuuuuit!... Wrap your fucking... ohhhhhhhhhhhh! ...fucking legs round me!... Oh God!... Aaaaaaaaaahhhh!... Aaaaaaaaaahhhh!...
Aaaaaaaaaahhhh!... Aaaaaaaaaahhhh!... Aaaaaaaaaahhhh!..."
She lay under him, her limbs wrapped unwillingly around his body, jerking every time he thrust into her. Albie and Joey were standing nearby, watching impassively. Another rape, she thought emptily. How many does that make today? I've lost count. Oh God - how long is this going to go on? For God's sake, how long?
"You... fucking... Army... bitch!" Sam gasped. "How d'you like...
ohhhhhhhhhhh! ...this drill, huh? Aaaaaaaaaahhhh!...
Aaaaaaaaaahhhh!... Aaaaaaaaaahhhh!..." He increased the speed of his thrusts. "Gonna drill you... ohhhhhhhhhhhh! ...all fucking NIGHT...!"
She grunted and gasped under him as he kept hammering his erection into her unwilling vagina. She vaguely noticed that the two boys were drifting away, looking curiously at the shelves of garish videos.
God, she thought hopelessly as she tossed and jerked under the man's thrusts, what the hell could you boys hope to see there that you can't see right here? Or back at the apartment? Oh God!
"Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhh!!" Sam screamed, pounding his groin frantically against hers. "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm commmmmiiiiiiinnnnnggggg!!!... Oh Godddddddddddddddddddddddd!!..."
As Sam sagged slowly down against her in climax a desperate idea suddenly seized her. She looked over hastily to where the boys had been standing. Joey was picking up a video and looking at it, but there was no sign of Albie. Keeping her eyes fixed anxiously on Joey, she stretched up until her lips were next to Sam's ear. "Sam," she whispered urgently, "please help me. For God's sake, please help me."
"Huh?..." Sam was still gasping in the aftermath of his orgasm, his whole body trembling on top of her.
"Shhhhh!" she whispered hastily. "For God's sake don't let the boys hear us talking. Those little monsters'll kill me."
"Huh?..." Sam repeated. His breathing was starting to slow, but he was obviously still having trouble working out what was going on.
"Sam, please listen to me!" she hissed desperately. "Those little bastards are blackmailing..."
Suddenly Albie stepped out from behind a nearby fixture. "Hiya, Sam,"
he said heartily. "How's our recruit? Drill her OK?"
"Uh, yeah..." Sam looked uncertainly from her face up to Albie's, still breathing heavily. "Uh, she... she was just..."
"Sam," Albie interrupted, "you gonna open up again tonight?"
Sam frowned up at him, puzzled. "Why, yeah, I..." He lifted one arm and looked at his watch. "I... I oughta open again about 1 a.m. Catch the guys going home after early night shift. Why?"
"I hear some of these places got a resident slut. For guys who get too excited watching videos. You got that?"
"Nah." Sam sounded regretful. "I never got one organized." He reached up and shakily squeezed one of her breasts, then pressed his groin down against hers one more time. "Your recruit here - she'd be great for that." He gave a long sigh and squeezed her breast again. "You wouldn't consider, like, renting her out some nights, would you?"
She went rigid with horror underneath him. No, no, no! her mind screamed. Oh God - NO!
"I dunno," said Albie thoughtfully. "She doesn't talk much." He caught her eyes and held them. "I mean, if she talked a lot she'd be just great to leave here for you and your customers, wouldn't she?"
She looked back up at him. Oh God, she thought despairingly, as she stared up into his hard young face, I know what you mean, you little monster! One word from me and I'm left here stark naked all night, for Sam and his customers. Oh God! She bit her lip and looked away, blinking back the tears and trembling.
"Hey, that's OK," said Sam hastily. "She's only gotta fuck, not make conversation. As a matter of fact, she was just starting to..."
"Maybe some other time," Albie cut in firmly. "Right now we wanna take her home and get on with some serious fucking ourselves." Then he held up some videos. "Listen, Sam old buddy, Joey and me were wondering if we could borrow a few of these."
"No problem, kid." Sam got unsteadily to his feet and went over to pick up his pants. "Borrow as many as you like. No charge. And any night you wanna return them and borrow some more..." He paused, and leered down at her naked body. "...Just bring your nice recruit along for some more drill."
They moved away towards the checkout as Joey joined them. She climbed up off the floor, still trembling, and followed them reluctantly. She could feel Sam's semen starting to trickle slowly out of her vagina. "Just lemme scan those videos," Sam said, "so I know what you've taken. But don't worry - like I said, there's no charge." He looked at her regretfully as she stood naked and shivering between the two boys. "I never did clean her up for you. You sure you gotta go right now?"
Albie laid one hand on her bare buttock, making her flinch. "Thanks all the same, pal," he said, slowly propelling her towards the door. "We'll fix her up when we get home."
"Lucky young bastards." Sam shook his head as he unlocked the door for them. "Wish I'd had a recruit like that when I was your age. You give her a good drilling from me when you get her home, you hear?" He stood watching them as they headed back towards the car.
She looked fearfully all around her as Albie's hand on her buttock kept propelling her slowly and inexorably across the street. "Mr.
May, please," she whispered desperately - "can we please hurry? For God's sake, please - before someone else sees me."
"Why don't you just shut up, Suzie?" he said tightly, as soon as they were safely out of earshot. His hand tightened on her bare buttock. "The way I see it, you've done more than enough talking since Sam showed up."
Oh God! she thought fearfully. He saw me - he heard me! Oh God -
what's he going to do to me now? She stumbled along barefoot beside him, longing to cover her nakedness with her arms but too frightened to anger him any further.
"I got us some real good videos, buddy," said Joey as they approached the car. "Wait till you see them."
Albie just grunted. He unlocked the car door and she immediately wrenched it open and leapt inside, huddling down in the driver's seat. "Please," she begged, looking imploringly up at him. "Please can I have my clothes back now? Please!"
He didn't answer. He went around the other side of the car and opened the doors for himself and Joey. Then he sat down in the front passenger seat and just looked at her. Finally he held out the keys, dangling them in front of her. "You're gonna drive us home, Suzie.
Right now."
"Mr. May, please - for God's sake! My clothes...!"
Suddenly he grabbed her hair, twisting her face up towards the roof of the car. "You fucking talked to him, didn't you? After I told you not to say a fucking word."
"Oh God, Mr. May, I..."
"So now," he continued, ignoring her, "you can drive us home bare ass naked." His fingers tightened in her hair, bringing tears to her eyes. "For being such a big mouth smarty pants, you can drive us home bare ass fucking naked all the fucking way!"


CHAPTER 9

"Oh God, Mr. May, I'm sorry," she wept, staring up at the roof of the car with his fingers tight in her hair. "I'm sorry I tried to talk to him, really I am. Oh God, I'm so sorry!" She choked back a desperate sob. "Please, I... Please, for God's sake don't do this to me. Oh God, not naked all the way home - please!" She tried to turn in his grip and look at him. "Why don't you punish me back at the apartment?" she begged desperately. "Y...you could tie me over the armchair like you said, and p...paddle me with that horrible big paddle, and I wouldn't try to stop you, I swear I wouldn't. Even if you wanted to f...fuck me while you were doing it, I wouldn't try to stop you. Y...you could even paddle me all night and I wouldn't say no. Oh God, Mr. May, please! Don't make me drive you all the way home naked! For God's sake, Mr. May - PLEEEEEEEEEEEZE!!"
"God!" said Joey from the back seat. "Naked all the way home. What a fucking turn on. Do it, buddy - do it!"
Why don't you just shut up? she thought desperately. Aren't I in enough trouble without you trying to...?
"You got a choice, Suzie." Albie was speaking very quietly now. He released her hair and she slumped back down in her seat with a sob. "You can either do what you're told, or we'll just leave you here and get that taxi home. Oh, and before we go I'll tell Sam you're available for the rest of the night."
"Oh my God!" Her forehead sagged forward against the steering wheel and she started sobbing and sobbing. "People will see me! They'll...
they'll see me driving the streets naked and they'll think I'm some kind of kinky whore or something and I'll... I'll die! I'll just die!
Oh GOD!" She lifted her tear-soaked face and looked despairingly at him. "Mr. May, I BEG you...!"
"Here are the keys, Suzie." He held them out to her. "Count of three to get the car started. One...... two......"
"Oh God!" She fumbled for the ignition, her eyes blinded by tears. "Mr. May - please!" The engine turned over and started. "Mr.
May, for God's sake - please!" She backed around slowly and erratically in the carpark, wiping despairingly at her eyes to see where she was going. "Mr. May, I'm begging you! I can't DO this!"
"Should've thought of that before you opened your fucking mouth," he said brutally. "Now drive."
"Oh my God!..." Still weeping, she pulled out slowly and unwillingly into the street, hunching down low in the driver's seat and looking fearfully left and right as she drove. When she reached the intersection with the main street she stopped and looked imploringly at him again. "Mr. May - please! There are streetlights out there.
It... it's not dark like it is down here. Please don't make me drive out there - please!"
"So you don't wanna drive any further?"
"Please, Mr. May. For God's sake - please! I'm begging you!"
"OK, Suzie." He reached across and switched off the engine, pulling out the keys. "I'll just take these, and Joey and me'll go home by taxi. See ya." And he started to climb out of the car.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" It was a sobbing wail of utter despair. "Oh my God!" She burst into floods of fresh tears, her whole naked body shuddering and her face in her hands. "Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God - whatever is to become of meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?... Oh GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!..."
He stopped, with the door open and one foot out on the road. "I'm feeling real generous tonight, Suzie. So I'll give you another ten seconds to decide what you wanna do." He paused. "One...... two......"
"Oh my God, Mr. May - please!..."
"Three...... four......"
"Mr. May - please, please, please, please, pleeeeeeeeeeeze!!..."
"Five...... six......"
"Mr. May, for pity's sake, I'll do anything else - anything, anything, anything, anything, ANYTHIIIINNNNNGGGG!!..."
"Seven...... eight......"
Her head was bowed and her bare shoulders were shaking, with her tears pouring down unchecked onto her naked thighs. She turned her face around towards him, eyes blind with weeping, and held out one trembling hand. "Give me the keys. I'll drive. Oh God - I'll drive."
He handed them to her without comment, and then sat in silence beside her as she restarted the car. She dashed at her tears with the back of her hand and then, still weeping, pulled out slowly into the main street. "Oh God," she sobbed again.
"Ah," he said knowingly, as she suddenly turned into a side street -
"sticking to the back streets, huh?" He reached across and fondled her. "So why don'tcha sit up straight? Seeing these streets are so quiet at this time of night."
She jerked back as he touched her and let out another choking sob.
Then she pulled herself slowly and unwillingly upright in the seat, still looking fearfully out into the darkness around her as she drove. "Oh God," she repeated despairingly, still crying.
"Shit, this is fucking great!" said Joey suddenly from the back seat. "A bare ass naked bitch driver. All the way home. God!" He craned forward, peering at her in the semi-darkness. "Yeah - I thought so," he said as they drove through another patch of light. "Look at her nips, buddy - they're sticking way out. This must be turning her on. God - what a slut!"
Damn you! she raged inside her head. I am NOT turned on. I'm naked and cold and frightened, and I'm more upset than I've ever been in my whole damn life! Damn you and your filthy little gutter mind - damn you, damn you, damn you! She let out another hopeless sob and gripped hard on the steering wheel, trying desperately to control her violent trembling.
"Yeah," said Albie, reaching across again and plucking at her nipples, making her gasp. "They're sticking out, all right." He slid one hand down slowly over her bare stomach towards her groin. "Let's see how turned on she really is - see if her clit's standing up."
"A...Mr. May - please!" she begged, still trembling, as his finger entered her. "I'll - ohhhhhhhhhhhh! - I'll have an accident!...
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!... For God's sake - please!"
"Nah," he said slowly, feeling around inside her - "doesn't feel like she's real horny..." He fondled her clitoris a little longer, then slid his finger slowly up into her vagina. "Oh SHIT," he burst out suddenly - "her cunt's still full of that old bastard's cum! Fucking shit! And now I've got it all over my fucking finger. God!" He jerked his finger out of her and held it up to the light, looking at it in disgust.
"No problem, pal," said Joey complacently. "She dirtied it, she can clean it. Shove your finger in her mouth and make her suck it off."
Oh you twisted little bastard, she thought despairingly. Why do you always have to suggest the dirtiest, most disgusting...? Then her thoughts were interrupted as Albie's wet finger was forced against her mouth. "Clean it," he said bluntly.
"Ugghhh!" She shuddered in disgust as his finger forced its way between her lips. Her bare foot slipped off the accelerator and the car slowly came to a halt in the empty street, the engine ticking over quietly in the night silence.
"C'mon," he repeated impatiently - "clean it. Clean it or walk home."
She shuddered again, then slowly and unwillingly opened her mouth and let his finger slip inside. "Suck it clean," he said again.
She could taste the taste of her own vagina along with Sam's semen on his finger, and she almost vomited. Why is his finger worse than sucking a wet penis? she though inconsequentially. Oh God!
Albie pulled out his finger and looked at it, then lifted it to his nose and sniffed it. "OK," he grunted, and wiped it deliberately on her bare breast to get rid of her saliva. "Start driving again."
He sat watching her as she slowly picked up speed. "Spread your legs," he said suddenly.
"What...?" she said confusedly, glancing quickly and fearfully across at him. She was trembling again under his gaze. "But you didn't like... On your finger..."
He bared his teeth. "You only need one hand for driving, Suzie. You can use the other one to clean yourself out. I want all of that old bastard's cum out of your fuck hole before we get home."
"Oh God, Mr. May - please!..."
"It'll give you something else to think about, Suzie. Take your mind off driving naked, seeing you're so worried about it." He waved his hand impatiently. "C'mon - get started. Fingers in, wiggle them round, pull `em out, suck `em. And keep doing it until we get home. I don't want a drop of that old bastard's jizz left in your cunt."
"Yeah!" said Joey, leaning forward eagerly over the seatback. "Let's see her do it! Oh God, this is gonna be fucking fantastic - bare ass naked driver, with her fingers pumping her pussy all the way home.
C'mon, Suzie - get started!"
"Please, for God's sake!..."
"Same choice as before, Suzie," said Albie remorselessly. "Do it or get left here."
"Oh God!" She took one hand off the wheel and reached down shakily between her legs. There's no limit, is there? she thought hopelessly.
Every time I think it can't possibly get any worse it gets worse. Oh God! She took a last despairing look at his hard young face and then began to push her fingers slowly up inside herself, grunting and twisting in the seat as they slid in.
"Deeper," he ordered, looking closely at her crotch. She obeyed him, grunting with the effort and the shame. "OK - now wiggle them round a few times. Yeah - that's enough. Now pull them out and suck them."
"Keep a straight line, Suzie," said Joey suddenly, looking out through the windscreen. "You wanna have an accident or something?" He giggled. "You'd look just great with all the cops and paramedics and reporters standing round, wouldn't you? Fingers up your cunt and all."
She jerked the wheel with her free hand, narrowly avoiding hitting the curb. "Oh God!" she moaned, and pushed her wet fingers slowly and unwillingly into her mouth and started sucking. She could feel her gorge rising at the taste.
"Fingers back in." Albie was implacable.
She shuddered and obeyed him. "Oh God," she moaned again.
"Deeper." He was relentless. She groaned and twisted again in the seat, pushing at her crotch as hard as she could.
"You're driving real, real slow, Suzie." It was Joey again. "You wanna be out here naked all night?"
"Oh God!" She pressed down on the accelerator as she wriggled her fingers again inside her vagina, then withdrew them and brought them up to her mouth once more. She struggled to bring her nausea under control.
"Watch it, Suzie," said Albie suddenly. "This is a dead end street.
Ends at the river." He looked at her and smiled. "You're gonna have go out onto the main street and drive across the bridge. With all those bright lights. Oh dear, dear, dear - ain't that a crying shame?"
She stared at him, her lip trembling. Oh God, you little bastard, she thought desperately, how can you be so thoroughly and horribly hateful? Do you lie awake nights thinking up this stuff? God, how I hate you!
He glanced down at the two fingers she still had buried in her vagina. "You can take those out," he said, "just long enough to turn the car round. Then you gotta shift back into Drive and get on with pussy pumping and sucking all the rest of the way home. Got it?"
She didn't answer him. She pulled out her wet fingers, her face burning, and turned around in the narrow street. "OK - now start pumping again," he said, and she obeyed him in silence, her face hotter than ever.
"I think she likes it, buddy," said Joey from the back seat. "Look at the way she wiggles and grunts when she sticks her fingers in. And she sucks them off soooo sweetly, don't you think?"
Little bastard! she thought hopelessly, bringing the car to a halt at the intersection with the main street. She gripped the wheel hard as she looked up and down the brightly-lit main street in both directions, feeling her trembling increase. Oh God, she thought despairingly, please keep it empty. Please God - keep it empty!
"Hey - I didn't say you could stop pumping that pussy!" Albie sounded irritated. "Get with it, Suzie. Or get out of the car."
"Oh God!" She took her wet sticky fingers unwillingly off the wheel and slowly pushed them back inside herself, then drove out slowly and cautiously out into the wide empty street. Now just go! she told herself desperately as she pumped her fingers in and out of her vagina. Down the middle, across the damn bridge and back into the side streets. Put your foot down and go!
She trod hard on the accelerator as she brought her fingers back up to her mouth and sucked them. The street was still empty. Thank you, God! She increased speed as they approached the bridge, fingers groping for her vagina again. Still no cars. Oh thank you, God! She let out another grunt as she pushed her fingers back in.
They were crossing the bridge now. She wiggled her fingers awkwardly inside her vagina and pulled them slowly out again. There's the intersection! I can turn left there and get back into the side streets. Thank God!
"That's a red light, Suzie!" said Albie suddenly. "You can't run a red light. Hit the brakes!"
"Mr. May, please!" she begged desperately as they sped nearer. "It's nearly one a.m. There's no one else here. What difference does it make, for God's sake?"
"HIT THE FUCKING BRAKES, SUZIE!"
"Oh God!" She pulled up frantically at the last minute with a squeal of tires, bringing the car to a shuddering halt with its front wheels across the white line, and then looked imploringly across at him. "Mr. May - please!" she begged, trembling. "There's... there's no one else here, and now I'm stuck out in the middle of this main street under all the lights, for God's sake. Please - just over there into that side street. Please!"
He shook his head. "Naughty, naughty, Suzie. You can't go around breaking the law like that, specially in public. You wanna go to jail or something?"
"Oh God, Mr. May...!"
"Just sit quiet, Suzie," he said calmly. "Just sit quiet and keep pumping your pussy and sucking your fingers, and wait for the lights to change like a good citizen."
"Oh God!" She gave a choking sob and slowly pushed her trembling fingers back inside herself, looking fearfully around at the brightly-
lit empty street. "Oh God!"
She had just lifted her wet fingers unwillingly back up to her mouth when she heard it - the sound of approaching rock music from behind her. "Oh God!" she shrieked, spinning around and staring terrified out through the back window. "It's a carload of teenagers! They'll see me! Oh my GOD!..." She whirled back around and stamped down frantically on the accelerator.
But even as she did so Albie had grabbed the T-bar and slipped the shift into Neutral. The engine roared as she slammed the accelerator flat to the floor, but the car didn't move. "Goddammit!" she screamed, wrestling desperately with him to try to get the car back into Drive. "I've got to get out of here! Oh God, Mr. May -
PLEASE!..."
But then he reached out quickly with his other hand and twisted the key in the ignition, turning off the engine. "Uh, uh, uh, Suzie," he said chidingly - "don't you go breaking the law now." He pulled the keys out and slipped them into his pocket. "I'll just keep these until the lights turn green again."
"Oh GOD!!" she shrieked as the other car drew up alongside them. She jammed herself desperately up against the driver's door, with her naked back to them and her body drawn up into the fetal position and her arms frantically covering her bare breasts. "Oh God, oh God, oh GOD!!" she screamed, staring horror-stricken over her shoulder as the carload of teenagers slowly became aware of her nudity. "Oh my GOD!!"
she wailed, as they began nudging each other and pointing at her. "Nooooooooooooooo!!" she howled as they started getting out of their car and walking over towards her, with huge grins splitting their faces. "Lock the doors!" she screeched, frantically jamming her thumb down on her own locking button. "For God's sake lock the damn DOORS!!"
In the midst of her terror she gradually became aware that Albie had been dangling the car keys in front of her face for some time. "The light's green, Suzie," he repeated patiently. "Why don't you just drive off before it turns red again?"
"Oh GOD!!" She snatched the keys out of his hand and jabbed them frantically at the ignition. "Start, start, start - for God's sake START!!" she wailed desperately as the engine turned over.
The engine started and she jammed the car into Drive and slammed her foot to the floor almost at the same instant. Teenagers scattered like chaff as she shot away with a loud squeal of tires, racing across towards the side street.
"They've all got back in their car," Joey reported, looking through the back window as they sped down the long side street. "They're following us!"
"Oh God!" she gasped. "Gotta get away from them! Oh God!"
"They're gaining, Suzie," Albie called, looking back over his shoulder. "Too bad you got yourself such a cheap little underpowered car. Looks like they're gonna catch you!"
"Yayyyyyyy!" shouted Joey excitedly. "She's gonna pull her first train! And we're gonna get to watch!" He leaned forward, yelling at Albie. "She's gonna be cum from head to foot, buddy! And when they're finished we can take her home and clean her up and fuck her all over again! Yeeeeeeee HAH!"
"Oh my GOD!" she wailed, throwing a quick terrified glance over her shoulder at the car following them. "Oh my GODDDDDDDDD!!" She wrenched the wheel frantically and turned off into a smaller street with a screech of tires and thundered down between the darkened factory buildings. "Oh GOD!" she kept babbling. "Oh GOD, oh GOD, oh GOD, oh GOD, oh GOD..."
"They're right behind you, Suzie!" yelled Joey gleefully. "You're soon gonna have six fresh dicks up that old cunt of yours! God - I can't wait to see it!"
"Nooooooooooooo!!" she screamed, making a desperate left turn at the T-junction which had loomed up in front of her and narrowly missing the curb on the other side. "Please God - NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
"They hit the curb!" Joey shouted. "There goes their hubcap! Damn!
No, wait a minute - here they come again!"
She threw the car desperately around the next corner and, almost without thinking, hit the brakes and spun the car up into a factory driveway and in through an open gate. She screeched to a halt between two delivery vans, cut the engine, turned off the lights and immediately ducked down behind her seatback. "Get down!" she shrieked. "For God's sake get down and keep quiet!"
The carload of teenagers rounded the corner and shot past behind them, horn blaring and lights flashing, and disappeared. Then the sounds slowly diminished into the distance.
She waited a long time, trembling with tension, for any sound of them coming back. But the night stayed still and silent all around them. "Oh my God!" she said at last. "Oh my God!" She put her face in her hands and started to cry.
"Pretty fucking clever," said Albie in reluctant admiration. "Suzie, you never cease to amaze me."
"Oh God!" she sobbed, her bare shoulders shaking and her face still in her hands. "Oh my God!" She lifted her head and looked at Albie, her mouth working uncontrollably. "They would've... they would've gang raped me! They might've... even killed me! Oh God - how could you do that to me?"
Albie smiled at her. "We wouldn't've let them hurt you too much, Suzie. `Cause we're your friends." His smile broadened. "Betcha they would've been happy with only about three or four fucks each. And there were only six of them."
She collapsed into tears again. "Oh my God!" she wept. "God help me!"
He reached across and slapped her roughly on one naked thigh. "C'mon, Suzie - we can't stay here all night. Get the car started and drive us home."
"Oh God!" she sobbed. "How... how can you expect me to drive after a dreadful experience like that? My God!..."
"Oh, you poor thing," he sneered. "Delicate little nerves all shot to pieces, huh?" He grabbed her chin and pulled her face roughly around towards his. "Just think how upset your poor little nerves would've been if six guys were holding you down right now and fucking the shit out of you. You wanna stay here while we go find them?"
"No! Oh God, Mr. May - please!"
"Well then, get that bare ass of yours into gear and drive us home.
It's been a hellava long time since that last blow job."
Oh yes, she thought bitterly - it must be two hours at least. I don't know how you've managed to survive! She reached out a trembling hand and started the engine again.
* * * * * She switched off the engine in the basement carpark and leaned back in the seat, shaking with the reaction. I made it! she thought, with a desperate sense of relief. No one else saw me, I didn't have an accident, the car didn't run out of gas. Oh God! She gripped hard on the wheel, trying to control her trembling, then looked across at Albie. "Please, Mr. May," she whispered. "Please give me my clothes back now. I've... I've done everything you told me, haven't I? Please give me my clothes, before someone comes. Please!"
"Everything I told you?" He paused for a while, looking thoughtful. "Nah - I don't think so, Suzie," he said at last. "You haven't been pumping that jizzy pussy of yours for the last two miles at least."
"Oh God!" she said, horrified. "I... Oh Mr. May, I'm so sorry! I forgot - please, Mr. May, I forgot! I... I was trying to drive safely and I was concentrating on what I was doing and I... I forgot!" She reached down frantically between her thighs and began desperately pumping her fingers in and out of her vagina. "Oh God, Mr. May - I'm doing it, I'm doing it!" She jammed her wet fingers into her mouth, sucking at them and looking fearfully around the carpark. "Please, Mr. May - I'm doing it!" she panted, plunging her fingers urgently back inside herself once more and wincing as she did so. "Please, Mr.
May!" She slurped noisily at her wet fingers and reached quickly back down to her groin again, still looking apprehensively out through the windows of the car. "Please, Mr. May - please give me my clothes before someone sees me!"
"OK," he said simply, "you can have your clothes back, Suzie. But you gotta make up for forgetting. I want you with one hand under your skirt all the way up to the apartment, diddling your pussy non-stop until we get inside."
She froze, staring at him aghast, with two fingers still buried in her vagina. "Mr. May..." she stuttered at last, "Mr. May, for God's sake! It's... it's bad enough doing it here in the car! But... but out there! In the open!..."
"Oh shit," he said resignedly, "it's another fucking no." He looked at Joey. "Your turn this time, pal. Whadda we make her do this time to teach her not to say no?"
Joey's eyes glittered. "Bare ass naked," he said, without even hesitating. "All the way up to the apartment. And pumping her pussy all the way."
"Oh God!..."
"Nah," interrupted Albie - "not bare ass naked."
Oh thank you, God! she thought desperately. Thank you, Mr. May!...
He pulled the keys out of the ignition and handed them back to Joey. "Unlock the trunk, buddy, and get her shoes. She's gotta have something to wear, and they'll do."
She just looked at him. Oh God, she thought hopelessly, you suckered me again, you little bastard. She closed her eyes in despair. "And if I say no, you'll just leave me here - right?" Her voice was flat, expressionless. Only her mind was screaming.
"Right, Suzie. You're getting the idea." His fingers found her nipple and she winced. "You can stay down here in the car all night, bare ass naked and cold, waiting for all the families to start coming down in the morning for their nice Sunday drives." He went on fondling her and tugging at her nipple while she kept her eyes stubbornly closed. "And Joey and me'll be up in the apartment, looking at your pics and sending emails."
She flinched, and then opened her eyes at last. "Oh God," she said dully. "Stark naked, and playing with myself. All the way up. Oh God."
"You won't be stark naked, Suzie. I already told you - you'll be wearing those nice high heels of yours."
She kept looking at him. "Why?" she whispered at last. "Why?"
"Discipline, Suzie," he said firmly. "Teach you not to say no next time. `Cause each time you do, something worse happens." He smiled at her. "Didn't you figure that out yet?"
"Yeah," said Joey. "If you say no on this one we'll go find some more guys with a car, and tie you up on the hood with your legs spread and your cunt open, and make you jerk yourself off all the way up and down the main street." He smiled at her as well. "So why don'tcha just stop fucking around and get out of the car and get started?"
She felt completely numb. There were tears running down her face but she couldn't even feel them. She struggled out of the driver's seat and stood naked and trembling beside the car. "Here," said Joey. "Here's your shoes. And you can carry your handbag as well, as long as you don't hold it in front of your tits or your cunt." He handed it to her. "Now start pumping your pussy with your other hand."
She moved forward between them, as if in a daze, as they headed towards the elevator. The lights seemed brighter than she could ever remember. Her fingers kept sliding mechanically in and out of her vagina as TV news headlines ran endlessly round and round inside her head: Mrs Susan Jones, 28, schoolteacher, was picked up by the police in the early hours of Sunday morning in the basement carpark of a city apartment block. A police spokesman said she was naked at the time, and was committing lewd acts in front of two young teenage boys.
"You're doing great, Suzie," said Albie approvingly. "But you gotta push those fingers in deeper now. Get them right up inside your cunt."
"Yeah," said Joey. "We wanna see you wiggle and grunt like you were doing in the car. Shove `em in real deep."
She let out a despairing moan and pushed her fingers in even harder.
When are we going to reach the elevator? she thought hopelessly. Why are we all walking so goddamn slowly?
Suddenly Albie ran ahead and stood in front of the elevator doors, looking back at them. "Joey, grab her handbag," he called. "I want her to do stuff with both hands."
Joey took the bag out of her unresisting hand. "OK, Suzie," Albie called, "now reach down and pull your cunt lips open with one hand, and keep working your cunt with the other. And spread your knees apart while you're walking. I wanna see some pink pussy."
Little pervert! she thought desperately, her face hot and burning as she obeyed him. Why don't you call the whole damn neighborhood to come and watch? Oh God!
"Get those fingers moving faster now, Suzie," Albie went on as she came closer. "Let's see `em really whizzing in and out of you." He reached down and squeezed his crotch. "God, that looks good! I can't wait to get you up there and start fucking you again." He reached around and punched the elevator button. "Don't you slow down, Suzie.
You keep pussy pumping at full power while we're waiting."
"Yeah, Suzie," said Joey. "Keep diddling that nice bald fuck hole.
And spread those cunt lips wider. I can't see enough pink."
She stood trembling in front of both boys, legs bent and labia obscenely spread, and sliding her fingers in and out of herself as fast as she could, while they waited for the elevator. Oh God, she thought hopelessly, what next can they possibly...?
Then the unmistakable sound of an approaching car made her freeze in mid stroke. "Oh my God," she gasped, staring panic-stricken over her shoulder - "someone's coming! And there's... there's nowhere to hide!
Oh God - what am I going to DO?"
As she stood there frozen with fear, Albie grabbed her and spun her round with her back to the elevator doors. "You just stand right there, Suzie," he said quickly. "Now c'mere, Joey - stand right here beside me in front of her. That's it!" Then he smiled at her. "Now as long as we stand here and you stand there, whoever's coming won't be able to see anything except your head and shoulders. Isn't that great?"
"Oh God," she whispered fearfully, her whole body trembling as the car headlights fell on them. "He must be able to see I'm naked - he must! Oh God!"
"Keep your eyes down, Suzie," Albie hissed. "Don't stare at him like a trapped rabbit! Whatcha want him to think, for God's sake?"
The car drove slowly into the carpark and parked in the far corner. "Suzie," murmured Joey maliciously, "you stopped pumping your pussy."
"Joey, for God's sake," she whispered, horrified - "he'll be here any minute!"
He smiled at her. "Better start again, Suzie. Or I'll just step aside and let him see you."
The driver was getting out of his car now. "Oh God, Joey - please!"
"Like Albie says, Suzie: count of three." He paused. "One......"
The driver was walking towards them, his footsteps echoing across the carpark. "Joey - PLEASE!"
"Two......"
"Oh God!" She brought her hand unwillingly to her vagina again, staring terrified over their shoulders and moving to keep as much of her body shielded behind them as she could. "Oh God, oh God, oh God...!"
She had just slid her fingers slowly inside herself again when the elevator bell rang behind her and the doors swished open. "You walk backwards, Suzie," Albie murmured, "and we'll walk forwards.
Everybody stay together now."
Thank God! she thought with desperate gratitude as she stepped quickly backwards into the elevator. Then over the boys' shoulders she saw the man break into a run to try to catch them. "Get in!" she gasped, frantically tugging at them. "For God's sake, hurry!"
She leapt desperately to one side of the open doors to hide her nakedness and punched wildly at the Door Close button. "Hey," the man shouted, "hold that elevator, will you?" She heard his frustrated "Damnation!" just before the doors slammed shut and the elevator lurched upwards.
She slumped against the wall of the elevator, trembling uncontrollably. "Oh my God," she moaned, closing her eyes. "Oh my God!" Her breathing finally started to slow as she huddled there. "Oh God," she said again.
"You gonna thank me, Suzie?" It was Albie's voice.
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Thank you, you little bastard? she thought incredulously. She took a deep breath and tried to control her trembling. What the hell for? For taking my clothes away in a movie theater and making me give you both oral sex? For letting a stranger rape me in a porn store? For almost getting me gang raped by a carful of teenagers? Or for making me stand naked and abusing myself in a public carpark? Which one should I thank you for most? She squeezed her eyes even tighter shut and huddled against the wall.
His hand found her hair and her eyes came open again. "I asked you a question, Suzie. Aren't you gonna thank me?" When she just looked at him silently, her lip trembling, he went on impatiently: "Listen, Suzie, nothing bad happened to you. Except for one old guy in a video store. And he only gave you one short fuck, for God's sake." He tightened his fingers in her hair. "You didn't get caught in the theater. You didn't get caught by those kids in the car. No one else saw you driving home naked. And now I've just saved you from being seen by that guy down in the carpark. So are you grateful, or what?"
Oh yes, she thought bitterly, the gratitude's really pouring out of me. Can't you see it?
His eyes narrowed. "I don't think I like your attitude, Suzie. I don't think I like that look on your face." He reached out towards the elevator buttons with his other hand. "Maybe if we take you back down to the carpark and jog you round it twenty or thirty times bare ass naked you'll see things a little bit different."
"Oh God, NO!" She grabbed frantically at his wrist. "Oh God, Mr. May, I'm really, really grateful. Oh thank you, Mr. May, thank you so much for saving me. Oh thank you, thank you, thank you - I'm so grateful, really I am, I..."
His fingers tightened in her hair. "Whatcha gonna do to show me how grateful you are?"
"Anything, Mr. May, oh God - anything! Oh God - anything you want.
Just please, please, please don't take me back down to that carpark like this, I..."
He released her hair. "You gonna open your cunt for me?"
"Oh God, yes!" She quickly slid her feet apart and reached down urgently to her crotch, spreading her labia open as wide as she could with shaking fingers. "See, Mr. May?" she gabbled. "It's open. It's open just for you!"
"You gonna fuck for me?"
"Oh yes, Mr. May - yes, yes, yes!" She stumbled forwards, still keeping her feet apart and her fingers at her crotch, and started frantically rubbing her wide open labia against the front of his jeans. "I'll fuck for you, Mr. May, I promise I will! I'll fuck, I'll fuck, I'll fuck!!..."
"What a slut!" said Joey from behind her, as the elevator started slowing down. "God, buddy, she's unbelievable!"
"Yeah," said Albie, grabbing her bare buttocks with both hands and pulling her hips hard in against his own. "All she needs is the right motivation." He pursed his lips. "Gimme a kiss, slut."
She let out a whimper of despair, her face scarlet with humiliation, and pressed her lips against his. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" he moaned as her tongue started probing his open mouth. His hands pressed against her buttocks, forcing her open vagina even harder against the bulge in the front of his jeans. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!..."
Then the elevator bell rang and the doors swished open at their floor. Albie dragged his mouth away from hers. "Hold the doors open, buddy," he said quickly to Joey. "Keep the elevator on this floor.
She said she'll fuck, and now I wanna see if she'll keep her promise." He moved backwards, still holding her hard in against him, until his back was against the wall of the elevator. Then he cupped her face in his hands and looked at her, his expression hard. "OK, Suzie, you said you were gonna fuck. So unzip my jeans, pull out my dick, stick your cunt over it and fuck."
"Oh God!" Her eyes rolled fearfully towards the open doors of the elevator and then back to his face. "A...Mr. May, please could we go to the apartment first? I'll f...fuck you as much as you want if we could just go there first. Please!"
His face stayed hard. "This is where you said it, Suzie. So this is where you're gonna do it. And fucking get on with it. You've made my dick so fucking hard it feels like it's gonna bust."
"Yeah, Suzie." Joey stood holding down the Door Open button with his thumb. "Let's see some nice elevator humping." His other hand went down to his groin and squeezed. "Let's see that bare butt of yours doing the fuck tango."
Oh God, she thought despairingly. Sex in an elevator with the doors open! What next - dear God, what next? With one more fearful glance at the open doors she reached down with shaking fingers and pulled Albie's zipper open, then started groping inside his clothing for his erect penis.
"Ohhhhhh!" Albie gasped. "I'll cream in my fucking pants if you don't hurry up, you bitch! Oh God!"
She finally wrested his swollen organ free of his underpants and positioned herself in front of him. Her feet were still wide apart, making her crotch lower than his, and she strained up on tiptoe in her shoes to get her vagina up over his erection. Her unwilling self-
manipulations had left her wet, and she slid down his stiff shaft with hardly any effort. "Oh God!" he gasped again, grabbing frantically for her bare buttocks once more. "Fuck me, you bitch -
fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeee!..."
Can't you keep your voice down? she thought desperately, as she began moving herself against him. Anyone out in the hallways is going to hear the noise. Oh God!
"Listen, pal," said Joey suddenly, "do me a favor, willya? Seeing I'm stuck here with my thumb on this button, lemme have some entertainment. Take your hands off her ass so I can watch that bare butt of hers doing the tango."
"OK, buddy," Albie panted, releasing her buttocks and groping urgently for her breasts. "But only if she... ohhhhhhhhhh! ...fucks me real good without any help."
"You heard him, Suzie," said Joey happily. "Fuck him real good. Get that bare butt of yours into gear. C'mon now - in... out... in...
out... in... out..." His free hand tightened on his own crotch. "Yeah, that's it," he breathed. "God, that looks good!"
"Speed her up, buddy," gasped Albie, digging his fingers deep into her breasts. "I... aaaaaaahhhh!... aaaaaaahhhh!... aaaaaaahhhh!... I need a... faster fuck!"
Joey grinned. "OK, Suzie - like the man said, fuck him faster! C'mon -
in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out... Yaaaaay - you're going great!" He squeezed his crotch again and giggled. "You oughta see that bouncing butt of hers from here, buddy. She's just a natural slut!"
Her face burned with humiliation. She could feel her legs trembling as she strained to stay on tiptoe in front of him and still keep pumping herself up and down his erection as fast as she could. How much longer? she thought desperately, as she felt perspiration beginning to break out all over her. For God's sake, you little bastard - how much LONGER...?
"Oh fuuuuuck!" Albie howled, clawing frantically at her bare breasts, "that feels fucking fantastic!... Aaaaaaaaaaaahhh!... Oh God - make her go faster, make her go FASTER!!"
"Go, Suzie!" Joey shouted. "Top speed! In-out-in-out-in-out-in-out-in-
out-in-out-in-out-in-out-in-out... Oh fuck - look at her go!
Superwoman lives!"
"Oh yesssssssssssssss!" Albie screamed. "Here I fucking coooooommme!... Oh Godddddddddddddddd!... Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!...
Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!... Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!... Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!...
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaggggghhhhhhh!!"
Thank God! she thought with desperate gratitude as she felt his semen start flooding out inside her. For God's sake just get finished and get inside the apartment before someone HEARS US! Oh GOD!
He sagged forward onto her, still panting heavily, and wrapped his arms tightly around her naked body. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh God!" he gasped, shuddering against her. "Now I know why they call them knee tremblers... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit!!..."
She could feel her knees beginning to buckle under his weight as he clung to her. "Mr. May," she said desperately, "please can we go to the apartment now. Please, before someone comes. Please, Mr. May!"
"Oh God!" He reached out one arm and propped himself up shakily against the wall of the elevator. His rapidly softening penis slipped slowly out of her as he straightened up. "Oh God," he gasped again, "I can hardly fucking stand up!..."
She peered fearfully out through the open doors of the elevator. "Mr.
May," she begged again, "please let's get inside to the apartment.
Please!" Her legs were shaking as she stood there, and she could feel his semen starting to trickle out of her vagina.
He looked at her as his breathing started to slow down. "You... you still got some unfinished business, Suzie." He gestured towards his crotch. "I'm not gonna shove a cummy dick like that back inside my jeans. It'll make them dirty."
She looked at him helplessly. "I... I don't have a cloth or anything, I..."
"You got a mouth, haven't you?"
Oh God, she thought hopelessly - what other excuses will you find to keep me out here naked in public like this, you little bastard? She let out a defeated sigh and sank to her knees obediently in front of him.
"Ahhhhhhh!..." he sighed as her mouth found his still-shrinking penis. "Yeahhhhhhhh - suck it, bitch. Oh yeahhhhhh..."
She kept sucking and licking and swallowing, shuddering slightly as she did so, until the taste of semen had gone. Then with trembling fingers she carefully eased his flaccid penis back inside his clothing and slowly pulled up his zipper. Then she looked up into his face. "Please, Mr. May," she begged, as she knelt there on the floor in front of him, "I've done everything you told me to. Please let me go to the apartment now. Please."
He gave a tired sigh. "Well," he said slowly, "I guess you've been a good little slut, Suzie. I guess we oughta let you in the door now."
"Just a sec, buddy." It was Joey's voice. "She hasn't finished cleaning up. Look at that cum down there on the floor."
Her heart sank. You damned little bastard! she thought in angry despair. Why do you ALWAYS have to be the one who...?
"Yeah, Suzie," said Albie wearily, "he's right. Lick up your mess, will you?"
She gritted her teeth. "Yes, Mr. May," she muttered. She glanced quickly across at Joey's feet as she got back down on the floor, not daring to raise her eyes. You rotten little bastard! she thought again.
"Suzie," Joey called to her as she lowered her face unwillingly to the floor, "point your butt over this way while you're licking, and spread your knees apart. Lemme look right up that wet slut cunt of yours. I'm still stuck here with my thumb on this button, and I need more entertainment."
Oh you filthy little pervert! she thought hopelessly. If you can see right up my... my... oh God!... then what'll anybody who comes past be able to see? She felt her face burning again as she shuffled slowly around into the position he'd ordered and slid her knees apart. Then with a shiver of disgust she stuck out her tongue and began slowly licking up the spilt semen. She could feel grit on her tongue, and her crotch suddenly felt very cold and vulnerable.
"Hey, Albie." It was Joey's voice again. "Come around this end of her and enjoy the view. It looks great, specially when she wiggles around. Sluttiest looking cleaner I've ever seen."
She felt her face getting even hotter. She clenched her fists and forced herself to lick up the last of the semen. There you are, damn you! she thought with a final shudder, pushing herself wearily up onto her hands and knees. Now can we please go to the apartment?...
"Hey, buddy," whispered Joey from behind her - "you see the way your cum's leaking out of her cunt? Now she's got another puddle between her knees. Are you gonna tell her, or will I?"
"Suzie..." Albie began aloud.
"Oh God!" she said desperately. She struggled to her knees and looked down at the wetness on the floor between them. "Oh God!" she said again. She threw herself away from the puddle and turned to face them, quickly clamping her thighs hard together to stop herself from leaking. "A...Mr. May, please," she said imploringly, "I... I'm stark naked. If you're going to... to fill me up with all of your stuff, then I don't have any clothes to... to catch it. So I'll just keep on..."
"Listen, Suzie." He still sounded tired. "I told you about that before. You use the right words when you talk to me."
Her face flamed. "Oh God," she said, pressing her thighs together even harder. "Oh God, I..." She swallowed, then took a deep, shaky breath and continued, almost inaudibly, with her head hanging and her eyes closed and her cheeks crimson. "Mr. May, I... I'm bare ass naked. If... if you're going to... oh God!... to fill up my cunt with all your cum, then I don't have any clothes to catch your... your cum when it leaks out of my cunt. So I'll... I'll just keep dripping cum all over the floor all the time." She opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Please, Mr. May," she whimpered, "can't we please forget this and just go to the apartment? Please - I'm begging you."
"Nah," Joey broke in. "You gotta leave this elevator clean, Suzie."
He looked at Albie. "We gotta make her clean it all, right?"
"But I'll keep dripping!..." she wailed despairingly.
"So put your hand over your cunt, Suzie," Joey said impatiently, "and stop the cum from leaking out. Where do you keep your brains, for fuck's sake - between your fucking legs?"
Her face burned even hotter. She looked up at him, trembling with shame, and then slid one hand down to her groin and forced it slowly between her thighs, cupping her pubis with her fingers. Oh God, she thought hopelessly - not even the lowest whore...
"Get on with it, Suzie," said Albie. "Get down and finish licking, so we can all go home."
She shuffled resignedly back into position, hand still clamped hard over her pubis, and bent down towards the puddle of semen. Just do it, she told herself hopelessly. Otherwise these little bastards'll keep you out here all night. She could feel fresh grit on her tongue as she licked, and she shuddered again.
"You missed a spot, Suzie," said Joey. He pointed. "And another one.
God - that old slut cunt of yours sure is sloppy."
Finally they were satisfied. She got wearily to her feet and peered apprehensively out into the hallway. Oh God, she thought despairingly, please don't let anyone come. Please! Then she followed them both to the door of Albie's apartment, with one trembling hand still clamped hard over her vagina.
Joey stood staring at her while Albie unlocked the door. "Look at her, buddy," he said suddenly. "Muddy feet, dirty tits, dirty belly, one hand over her cunt. And cum dribbling out between her fingers. Is she a slut or what?"
Heat flooded her cheeks again, and she averted her face, closing her eyes in pain. I'm what you've made me, she thought hopelessly. Don't you like what I've become? It's all your own work. She tightened her hand over her vagina and followed them wordlessly into the apartment.
"Well, pal," said Albie, gesturing carelessly in her direction, "she's all yours. Go fuck her."
"Hell," said Joey with feeling, "and it's about fucking time, buddy.
It's been a hellava long time since my last blow job, too. And I had to just stand there and watch that bare butt of hers bobbing in and out while she fucked you." He stood looking at her, and then grimaced. "But I want her cleaned up before I shove my dick up her cunt."
"Yeah," said Albie reflectively, "she's pretty damn filthy, isn't she?" Then he smiled. "But her cunt still felt like it always does -
fucking good." He turned away towards the sofa. "I'm gonna go sit down and look through those videos we borrowed. That oughta start getting me hard again."
Joey was still looking at her. "Well don't just stand there with your hand over your cunt, Suzie," he said impatiently. "Go take a shower.
And don't take all fucking night, `cause I need a fuck real bad. I want you on Albie's bed in five minutes with your legs open."
She turned wearily away, her head bowed. Five whole minutes under the shower, is it? she thought bitterly. That's all the respite I get before the next rape? She gave a despairing sigh. I guess I should be thankful for small mercies. She stumbled slowly into the bathroom and stepped dispiritedly into the shower alcove.
She found herself clinging to her brief time of refuge under the shower, savoring it. No rapes in here, she thought almost unbelievingly as she stood there. No humiliation. God, this is wonderful! She had just finished washing her breasts and stomach and was slowly soaping her groin when she thought she heard the sound of someone else in the bathroom. "Who's there?" she called apprehensively.
Suddenly the door of the shower alcove was flung back. Joey stood there naked, his penis erect and his face furious. "Too fucking long, Suzie!" he shouted and flung himself onto her.
"No!" she gasped as he pushed her against the wall. "No!" she cried as his knees forced her thighs roughly apart and his penis stabbed at her open vagina. "Oh God - nooooooo!" she wailed as he thrust himself violently into her. "Not here. Not yet! Pleeeeeeeeeeeease!"
"Fucking bitch!" he howled as he pistoned himself wildly in and out of her. "Thought you could... aaaaaaaaahhh!... aaaaaaaaahhh!...
aaaaaaaaahhh!... keep me waiting all fucking night, did you?" The soapy water squelched up inside her vagina as his rigid organ thrust home again and again. "I'll teach you... aaaaaaaaahhh!...
aaaaaaaaahhh!... to fuck around with meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!...
Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!... Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!...
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkk!!!..."
He sagged against her under the running water, panting violently. "Fucking bitch!..." he gasped again, as their knees gave way and they both slid down the wet wall and onto the floor. "Schoolteacher bitch!... Fucking teach you...!" And then before she could register what was happening he was gone.
She lay huddled on the floor of the shower alcove, with the water still pouring down on her. Oh God, she screamed in her mind, aren't I safe even in the shower? Where are you little bastards going to rape me next? In the toilet, for God's sake? She looked up hopelessly at the ceiling through the cascading water. Are you up there, God? she thought in utter despair. Can you hear me? If I have to endure even one more rape tonight I'll go insane. I swear it, God - I'll go completely insane!
Suddenly an arm reached through above her and turned off the water.
Albie stood looking down at her, his flaccid penis dangling in front of his naked thighs. He nudged her roughly with one bare foot. "Don't just lie there sleeping, Suzie," he said. "It's already after 2 a.m., and we've got a hellava lot more fucks to fit in before the morning."


 CHAPTER 10

She was right on the edge of orgasm, and had been for some time. She sat naked and groaning between two equally naked boys on the sofa, with her trembling legs spread wide apart and Joey's finger moving slowly against her clitoris. She held a stiff penis in each hand, shakily masturbating both boys at once. The TV flickered in front of her, showing yet one more smiling girl receiving a flood of semen all over her face.
"God - look at that!" said Joey, staring at the screen. "Didja ever see so much cum in all your life, buddy? That bitch's got it all over her mouth and all over her face and all over her eyes!" His finger worked almost unthinkingly inside the naked woman beside him on the sofa.
"Uhhhhhh!..." she groaned, jerking her hips upwards as he stopped yet again with her right on the verge of climaxing. Her hands clamped reflexively around each boy's penis.
"Oh shit," said Albie, "I love it when she does that!" He bucked his hips slowly up and down on the sofa and looked across at Joey. "Make her do it again, pal. Make her do it and do it and do it!"
"Yeah," said Joey happily, "it feels good, doesn't it? And I'm gonna keep her waiting a while yet." He leaned around and looked into her face as his finger teased near her clitoris, keeping her right at the edge but not letting her go over. "Just like she kept me waiting while she had her nice long shower. Didn't you, Mrs Schoolteacher Bitch?"
Oh you little bastard, she thought, trembling - how long did I... oh God!... keep you waiting? A few minutes maybe? Then she shivered and groaned aloud as his finger took her back to the edge yet again.
You've... you've had me like this for... more than half an HOUR! Oh God - you BASTARD!
"Oooooh yeah," grunted Albie as her fingers again clutched convulsively around his swollen organ. "She did it again! Love it!"
He bucked his hips up and down a few times, then looked across at her and frowned. "Hey," he said roughly, "how come you just stopped pumping my dick? Get with it, Suzie, or I might tie you over that chair and paddle you after all."
She groaned again and began moving her hands again, up and down the shafts of both their penises. Oh God, she thought despairingly as she tried to shut off the throbbing need between her legs, how long are you going to keep me like THIS...?
The TV screen flickered endlessly in front of them. The latest in a succession of willing girls was receiving the ejaculations from a dozen male organs, until her face was a mask of white. "God," said Albie, "look at that one. Bukkake plus! Even her fucking eyes are glued shut." He leaned closer to the screen, peering. "She's even got it in her hair. God - what a slut!"
Joey sighed. "Yeah," he said contentedly, "but this bitch sitting between us is even sluttier." He moved his finger inside her vagina. "Aren't you, Suzie?"
She convulsed again. I won't beg, she thought hopelessly, trembling all over. I will not... will not... will NOTTTTTT...! "Oh God, Joey, please!" she burst out suddenly. "Please, for God's sake, please don't keep me like this... ohhhhhhhhhh!... any longer! For God's sake, please let me come! PLEASE!..."
"Uh, uh," said Joey softly, as his finger kept teasing delicately around her throbbing clitoris. "We don't want you to come until we do, Suzie." He touched her ever so lightly, making her shudder all over. "But if you really want to, you can just forget about us and come first. Then as a payback we'll finish that ass paddling you were enjoying so much. Would you like that?"
Oh, you little bastard, she thought despairingly as she stared into his hard young face. Any damned excuse to... to hurt me. Oh God...! "Ohhhhhhhhhh...!" she gasped aloud, straining her hips up towards his hand as the orgasm eluded her.
"Oh fuck!" Albie burst out suddenly. "I'm gonna come any second. Oh fuck...! Oh shit...!"
"No!" said Joey sharply. "Let go of him, Suzie! Take your hand off his dick. Don't let him come!"
"Oh for fuck's sake." Albie's voice was almost a whine. "How long before we get to come? All this stop-start is just about driving me crazy!"
"Like I told you before, buddy - let her keep taking you right to the edge and then make her stop. Just like I've been doing with her."
Joey grinned at him. "I know - it feels like it's driving you nuts, doesn't it? But if you let her keep doing that for about the next half hour, you'll build up a load of cum like you won't believe. And then we'll be able to hose her real good - just like those guys in the video." His hand reached down again towards the trembling woman beside him.
"Oh God - please!" she wailed, shivering all over from frustration. "Please, Joey - please, please, please, please, PLEASE..."
Albie's breathing was beginning to slow. He leaned over, trembling, and stared down at her swollen clitoris. "Gimme a turn with her," he panted, grabbing for her groin. "She's been driving me crazy - lemme return the favor for a while."
"Well, OK..." Joey sounded doubtful. "But be real careful. She's real, real close to the edge and we don't want... Oh SHIT - there she goes!"
"Oh Goddddddddd!" she shrieked, grabbing frantically at Albie's hand and ramming her crotch hard up against it as he belatedly tried to snatch it away. "Comiiiiiinnnng...! Oh GODDDDDDDD!!...
Ahhhhhhhhhh!... Ahhhhhhhhhh!... Ahhhhhhhhhh!...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!..." And her body thrashed around on the sofa in the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced in her life.
As the intense feelings started to fade she slowly became aware of Albie's voice. "God," he was saying in awe, "that would have to be the mother of all comes. Did you see her? She went bright red all over!"
"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned, slumping back down onto the sofa, still trembling all over. "Oh God... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhhhhh!...
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Goddddddddddddddddd...!"
"Yeah," said Joey with satisfaction. "Like I told you - that's what happens when you drag it out for a while." Then he frowned. "But it wasn't supposed to happen just yet." He reached out and grabbed her roughly by the hair, twisting her around to face him. "I already told you, Mrs Schoolteacher Bitch: we didn't want you to come before we did."
She blinked dazedly at him as her breathing finally began to slow.
Well, she thought through her trembling and her exhaustion, just this once I managed to beat you, didn't I, you smart little bastard? I came when you didn't want me to. And whatever you do to me now isn't going to change that.
Joey sat looking at her, his fingers still clamped in her hair. "Think you're real smart, huh, Mrs Bitch? Let's see how smart you feel in the middle of a good hot ass paddling."
"Hey, come on, buddy," said Albie impatiently, "let's stop fucking around and get on with the action. You can paddle her as much as you want after we come."
Joey stared at her for a while longer. Finally he released her. "OK,"
he said reluctantly, "but you're not gonna wriggle out of it this time, bitch. You came before we did and that means an ass paddling for sure. Now sit up and start jerking us off again."
* * * * * "Oh God!" gasped Albie as her trembling fist worked slowly up and down his erection. "I can't... ohhhhhhhh! ...take much more of this.
My balls feel like they're gonna bust! For God's sake, buddy, let's just do it!"
"Yeah," panted Joey. "I gotta admit... uhhhhhhh! ...I've just about had enough myself. Oh God - she sure knows how to... ohhhhhhh! ...
how to work a guy's dick." He pushed her hand away from his penis and struggled shakily to his feet. "C'mon, Suzie... get down on your...
on your knees in front of us. It's time for your cum shower."
The TV was still flickering behind her as she floundered down onto her knees in front of the sofa. God, she thought in exhausted despair, the girls in those videos - their lives must be absolute heaven compared with what I'm going through. Is this hell ever going to end? She started slowly massaging her tired forearms and flexing her aching fingers. Oh God!
"Hey, Albie." Joey's voice came from above her head. "Up on your feet, buddy. C'mon - you can do it. Stick your dick in front of her face and start jerking yourself off. Let's see if we can synchronize our cums."
"Oh God," groaned Albie, "I can hardly stand up. This is gonna be even worse than that knee trembler in the elevator."
"It's OK," panted Joey, pumping at his swollen organ. "If you get tired you can just... uhhhhhhhh!... uhhhhhhhhhh!... sit back down on the sofa again. It's... uhhhhhhhh!... right behind you. Oh God...!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!..."
She knelt there in front of them, still trembling, and tensed herself for what was about to happen. "Oh Godddddddd," Albie gasped, his fist sliding up and down his erection, "I'm fucking commmmiiiing!..."
"Me too!" howled Joey. "Oh God... we did it... In sync!... Oh fuuuuuuckkkkkk!!..."
She just had time to close her eyes as the first rope of cum leapt across towards her face, and she flinched as she felt it splatter against her forehead. Then the next one hit home, and the next and the next and the next, while both boys howled and moaned above her head as they continued to coat her face with semen. "Oh God!" Albie panted. "Look at it all! Where's it all... fucking coming from?
Ohhhhhhh!... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!..."
And then finally it was over. "Oh shiiitttttt..." She heard Joey's exhausted moan, followed by the sound of his body collapsing down onto the sofa. "Ohhhhhh fuck..."
"Yeahhh..." The sofa protested again as another young body fell back heavily onto it. "Oh God," groaned Albie, "what a come. What a fucking come..." His hoarse panting slowly began to die away. "God, buddy," he gasped, "you sure knew... what you were talking about. I never... I never squirted so much cum in my whole life. And it wouldn't be even... even two hours since I last fucked her."
"That's right, pal..." panted Joey. "S'the best way... to build up a giant load... Ohhhhhhhh God..."
She gritted her teeth as she knelt trembling in front of them, her eyes glued shut by the thick layer of teenage semen. As the warm horrible mess began to trickle slowly down her face, she reached up blindly to wipe it off her eyelids. "Don't... don't you touch that, Suzie!" Albie was still breathless, but the authority in his voice was unmistakable. "You just leave all our cum right where it is."
"Oh God, Mr. May," she whimpered. "I can't even... I can't even see."
She could taste both boys' semen on her mouth as she spoke.
Joey was still breathing heavily as well. "You don't need to see...
for what you're gonna do next, Suzie. Just feel your way over here and lick our dicks clean."
"Yeah," said Albie wearily, "lick `em real clean. But don't you mess up that nice layer of cum on your face. Stick your tongue way out and lick us long distance."
"Oh God." She felt her way tremblingly up Albie's bare legs and groped sightlessly for his limp organ. Then she stretched her tongue so far out that it ached, and began slowly licking at the sticky head of his penis. Somehow doing it blinded made it all seem so much worse, and she shuddered.
"C'mon, Suzie," said Joey tiredly. "Hurry it up. I got a dick too, you know."
Finally they were both satisfied. She backed away from them, still sightless, and struggled back up onto her knees again. God, she thought hopelessly, trembling in front of them, what are you little perverts going to want next?
"Well, buddy." Joey was finally getting his breathing under control. "You still planning to keep fucking her till morning?"
"That was the plan, pal." Albie sounded worn out. "But I haven't got a lot left after that hosing. And that's the fucking truth."
"No problem, kid. All you need is some stimulation. Suzie..."
Her heart sank. Oh God, what next? She could feel herself swaying with exhaustion. It must be at least 4 a.m. by now. Don't you little monsters ever need to sleep, for God's sake?
Joey was still speaking. "...Suzie, put on a show for us. Stick your finger up your cunt and start playing with yourself. And make it look good. We need some encouragement to get hard again."
Oh my God. Her shoulders slumped in despair as she reached slowly and unwillingly down between her legs. Aren't the rapes enough? And squirting your stuff all over my face, for God's sake, until I feel like throwing up? Isn't that enough? She shuddered as she blindly forced one finger up inside herself and began reluctantly doing what she was told.
"Come on, Suzie." Albie sounded both weary and impatient at the same time. "Get with it. Make it look convincing, or we'll trade it for that ass paddling Joey's been promising you."
"Oh God!" She bit her lip as she began thrusting her finger in and out, struggling to increase the tempo. One eyelid suddenly came unglued and she blinked down at herself. She shuddered again as she watched her finger pumping in and out between her labia.
"Yeah," mumbled Joey. "Do a good job, Suzie, or we'll double the number of swats you're due for."
She let out a small sob and redoubled her efforts. "Please," she whimpered after a short while, "I'm doing my best, I..." Then her single open eye suddenly focused on the two naked boys in front of her. They were both slumped down on the sofa - fast asleep.
She stopped, trembling with exhaustion, and knelt there and just looked at them. They both slept on. "Oh God," she whispered, "you make me humiliate myself, and you don't even stay awake to watch it."
Then her legs slowly gave way, and she sank down onto the carpet as sleep overwhelmed her as well.
* * * * * "Ohhhh!..." She was slowly becoming aware of a delicious feeling between her legs. "Oh Rob," she moaned sleepily, "that feels so...
Oh, darling...!"
"It ain't your old man, Suzie." The young voice was insidiously familiar, and her eyes jerked open in shock. "Oh God," she gasped -
"J...Joey!"
"Yep." He abruptly withdrew his finger. "It's wakey wakey time. Get up and get that old ass of yours into the kitchen. I'm hungry."
She lay there blinking sullenly up at him, her blissful feeling suddenly in ruins. Old ass, is it? she thought savagely. I'm twenty eight, for God's sake, you twisted little bastard. And my husband thinks I'm young and beautiful and sexy and... And then suddenly she remembered their bitter parting quarrel, and her hopeless tears started again. Oh God!
"Aw, for fuck's sake, Suzie." Joey sounded disgusted. "Will you stop blubbering every time I tell you to do something? I haven't even paddled your ass yet. Now get your tail into gear and start making me some supper. I already told you - I'm hungry."
She blinked back her tears. As she struggled exhaustedly to her feet she looked at her watch. Five thirty a.m. God, she thought bitterly, never mind a late supper - it's late enough for an early breakfast.
"And make some for Albie as well, Suzie." Joey's voice followed her into the kitchen. "I'm gonna wake him up for some more action."
She didn't reply. God, I'm tired, she thought hopelessly, as she slowly fumbled the frozen packages into the microwave. So tired. So damn tired. She choked back an exhausted sob and set the controls.
And all you little bastards want is more sex... She could feel all their dried semen still clinging to her face.
"Wake up, Albie." She could hear Joey's impatient voice carrying from the living room. "You said we were gonna fuck her all night. And it's damn nearly daylight. Come on - wake up!"
She heard Albie mumble something sleepy and unintelligible in reply. "What?" said Joey. "Get hard again? Buddy, when you see the stuff I'm gonna do to her, getting hard again'll be no problem, I promise you. Now sit up!"
She felt herself going cold all over. Oh God! she thought in horrified despair. How much more of this can I take? She found herself looking wildly around the kitchen, as if searching for some way of escape. And then Joey was back.
"Suzie..." His voice was soft and insinuating as he pressed his naked young body up against hers from behind. She flinched violently away from him. "You remember something, Suzie?" One of his hands was around her breast, holding her against him, and the other was slowly massaging her cringing buttocks. "We got a date, you and me. For a sweet little ass paddling. You looking forward to it?"
"Oh God, Joey!" She could feel herself trembling all over. "Please, Joey, it... it wasn't my fault. It... it was Mr. May. He made me come too soon. Please, Joey - for God's sake!"
"Hey, buddy." Joey raised his voice to carry into the next room. "She says it was all your fault. She says you oughta get the ass paddling instead of her."
"What?" Albie didn't sound sleepy now. A few seconds later his angry face was looking around the door. "What did you say, Suzie?"
"Oh God," she babbled, staring at him in horror, "I didn't say that -
I swear I didn't! I just said... I said it wasn't... I said I... Oh God...!"
Joey moved away as Albie walked quietly forward and grabbed her under the jaw. As she stared horrified into his eyes she could feel the dried semen on her face rasping against his fingers. "You know something, Suzie?" he said softly. "Up to now I wasn't real convinced about that ass paddling. I was even thinking about letting you off.
But you just changed my mind for me."
"Oh God, Mr. May, I'm sorry! I didn't mean... All... all I meant was..."
"Where do you want her, kid?" Albie directed his question to Joey, even as he kept gripping her under the jaw and staring hard into her eyes.
"Bring her out to the coffee table, buddy. That long one near the sofa." Joey was already heading back towards the living room. "You got some rope?"
The microwave beeped behind them as Albie led her out of the kitchen. "Your... your supper," she said despairingly, looking back over her shoulder. "I'll fix it for you..."
Albie ignored her. "Rope?" he repeated, looking across at Joey. "Waddaya think this is, kid - a hardware store or something?"
"It's OK." Joey ran over to his bag. "I got some stuff in here."
She looked fearfully over towards him. I'll bet you have, you little monster, she thought hopelessly. I'll bet you're a regular little walking torture chamber. Oh God.
"Lay her on her back along the coffee table, buddy." Joey was rummaging through his bag as he spoke. "With her feet on the floor."
Albie had her in position by the time Joey got back. She lay there looking up at them and trembling, with the coffee table hard against her back. Then she flinched as Joey threw some lengths of rope down onto her bare stomach. "Put your arms down by your sides, Suzie.
We're gonna tie these ropes on your wrists. Just in case you get too excited when we paddle you."
Then they both bent down and worked on her. "Yeah - that's it," said Joey with satisfaction. "And now we gotta slide her back a little bit so we can tie her wrists to the tops of the table legs. Yeah - just like that."
Albie straightened up and stepped back. "How are we gonna paddle her ass if she's lying on her back?"
"I'm not finished yet, pal." Joey looked at him and grinned. "The next bit's the fun bit." He stepped forward and bent down again. "Grab her other ankle, willya? Now, lift!"
"Uhhhh!" she groaned as they pulled her ankles slowly back over her head. "Oh God, Mr. May, Joey - please!" she gasped. "I can't... I can't bend that much!"
"Course you can, Suzie." Joey sounded scornful. "You're not that old." He slowly pressed her knees down against the table each side of her head, making her groan even louder. "OK, buddy - now tie her ankles to the tops of the table legs up this end. That's it!"
"Oh God - please," she gurgled. Her chin was forced hard against her chest, and her taut bare buttocks trembled above her. "Can't take it... Oh God!"
Joey patted her buttocks, making her jerk against the ropes. "You'll get used to it, Suzie. You'll hardly feel it after the first half hour."
"Gotta hand it to you, kid." Albie's voice was full of admiration. "That's a great pose for paddling, with her ass stuck right up in the air like that. And look how tight her butt is." He reached out and fondled her buttocks himself, making her jerk and gasp again. "You want the paddles now?"
"Nah." Joey sounded thoughtful. "I was thinking of something else.
You got more than one of those plastic rulers?"
"Yeah, I got two or three. But they're kinda light. Wouldn't the paddles be better?"
Joey chuckled. It wasn't a very nice chuckle. "I think the rulers'll do just fine, buddy. Why don't you go get them? And I'll go reheat our supper. All this hard work's starting to make me real hungry."
She was trembling all over by the time both boys got back. "Please,"
she begged desperately, straining futilely against the ropes, "not like this. Oh God, please, not like this. I'll... I'll do anything for you if you untie me, I swear I will. I'll suck both your dicks and I'll bend over the chair whenever you want to paddle me and I'll do everything you want and I'll... OWWWWWWWW!... Aieeeeeeeeeeee!..."
Joey's first slash had cut painfully across her left buttock. "Why don't you save your breath, Suzie?" he said loudly, above her wailing. "You're gonna need it for lots of yelling."
"Gimme some of that hot pizza, buddy." Albie pulled up an armchair on the other side of the table as her wails slowly subsided. "Then if you settle yourself on the sofa we can swat her from both sides while we eat."
"That was the whole idea, pal." Joey put the plate of pizza down on the table between her tied arms, just behind her bare trembling back. "Help yourself. There's plenty more in the kitchen." He raised his ruler again. "Doesn't she make a great table decoration for a late night supper?"
"Oh God, please!" she gasped. "I'm begging you, I'm begging you, I'm begging youuuuuu..."
"On the count of three, buddy," said Joey through a mouthful of pizza. "And then just keep paddling, as long as you want." He lifted his ruler even higher. "One...... two...... three!"
"ARRRRGGGGHHHH!!" she screamed as both rulers slashed down hard across her taut buttocks. Then her mouth gaped open in an endless scream of agony as they both kept hitting and hitting and hitting her as hard as they could. "Oh God, NOOOOOOOOO!!" she wailed. "Arrrrgggghhhh! Owwwwwwwwww! Owwwwwwwwww!
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!..."
They hit her in unison. Then they took turns, hitting her alternately. They did solo drum rolls on her buttocks and sang out of tune while they did it. And all the while she jerked and shrieked and tugged at the ropes, howling and wailing and begging them to stop.
Finally they both lowered their rulers, leaving her sobbing and shuddering and moaning between them. Albie reached out calmly for another slice of pizza. "Ass paddling sure works up an appetite, doesn't it?" he said as he bit down into it.
"Yeah," said Joey happily, with his mouth full. "And it makes you hard, too."
Albie glanced down at his own groin. "Well waddaya know. So it does."
He looked at the weeping woman tied to the table between them. "But it's gonna be kinda tough to fuck her in that position."
"Still plenty of time for that." Joey stood up and stretched, then walked slowly around to the end of the coffee table. "Come round here, buddy. See the way that bald cunt of hers peeks out between her legs? Doesn't it look cute?" He stared down between her spread legs at her flushed and tear-streaked face. "And you know something? This ruler's good for more than just ass paddling. Lemme show you." And he slowly and deliberately bent it back in a bow, holding one end poised right above her exposed vagina.
"Oh NO!" she shrieked in sheer horror. "Don't hit me there! Please not there, for God's sake! Oh God - not THERE!..."
Joey let go of the end of the ruler. It whipped down and slashed hard into her open labia. "OWWWWWWWWWW!!" she screamed, convulsing on the table. "Oh GOD! Owwwwwwwwww! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Owwwwwwwwww!
OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!..."
"You see, pal?" Joey shouted above the noise. "You can't do that with one of those big paddles, can you?" He raised the ruler again.
"Joey oh God please don't do it don't do it don't do it I'll do anything I swear it anything anything anything all day and all night anything you want I... AHHHHGGGGGHHHH!!... OWWWWWWWWWWWW!!... Oh GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!..."
"Listen, kid." Albie stepped forward and grabbed Joey by the wrist. "We can't fuck her if you mess up her cunt. Lay off, willya?"
"Hey, no problem, buddy." Joey tried to sound soothing. "It's not gonna do any permanent damage. No worse than paddling her ass. And you might even enjoy fucking her if she's got a sore cunt. She'd moan and wiggle real nice while you were pumping it into her."
"Oh God, Mr. May, Joey," she wept desperately. "I swear I'll do anything - ANYTHING! Oh God, it'll kill me if you keep doing that. Oh God - please, please, PLEASE!..."
There was a tense pause. Albie and Joey stood looking at each other while she shuddered and sobbed below them, darting her eyes fearfully up at each boy in turn. "OK, Suzie," Albie said finally. He released Joey's wrist and looked down at her. "If he stops and unties you, you gotta do anything he wants. Anything else, that is."
"Oh thank you, Mr. May! Oh thank you, thank you, thank you. Oh God, Mr. May, you're so wonderful! I swear I'll do anything you want too.
I'll do everything you both want, I swear it, I..."
"Shut up, Suzie." Joey was already bending down and untying her ankles. "You're starting to bore me. All I can say is, you sure as hell better do what I want without arguing." He glanced briefly at Albie. "I think some people go too damn easy on you. It just encourages you to say no next time."
"Ohhhhhhhhh God," she gasped as her ankles finally came free. She gripped the sides of the coffee table with her tied hands, and slowly and tremblingly swung her legs back over her head and lowered her feet to the floor. She winced as her punished buttocks came in contact with the table. "Oh God - my bottom! My... my..." She gingerly squeezed her thighs together around her throbbing genitals. "Oh GOD...!"
Joey started undoing her wrist ropes, untying them from the table legs. He talked as he worked. "We still need a table ornament, Suzie, and you're it. Only this time you're gonna hold yourself in position without any ropes. With your cunt facing up in the air. And I'm gonna stick a nice big candle in it and light it." He looked up and smiled at her as the last rope came free from the table. "Oughta be fun when the hot wax starts running down onto your cunt lips."
"What!" She snatched her hands away from him and stared at him in horror, the ropes still dangling from her wrists. His grinning face seemed to blur in front of her. And then she felt it - all her pain and fear and despair turning into a slowly rising ungovernable rage. "You want me to do WHAT?" she shrieked, suddenly trembling uncontrollably. "You... you little monster! My God - I don't have to take this any more! I don't have to take this for ONE MORE MINUTE!!"
She leapt up off the coffee table and rushed across to the door of the apartment, the ropes trailing wildly behind her. "Somebody help me!" she screamed, pounding desperately on the locked door. "I've been kidnapped, I've been raped, I've been tortured! Oh God -
somebody HELP MEEEEEEEEEE!!"
And then both boys were on her, wrestling frantically with her and dragging her to the floor. "Grab her arms," panted Albie. "Get `em round behind her back. And hurry it up!"
"Help me!" she kept screaming as they forced her face down onto the carpet and wrestled her arms behind her. "Call 911! Call the police!
Give them this address! Oh God - help me!"
"Tie her arms together," gasped Albie. "No - not her wrists. Here -
like this!" And he wrenched each hand against her other elbow and started lashing her forearms together behind her back.
"You think anybody heard her?" Joey was struggling to keep her arms in place. "Could be trouble, pal."
"Nah," panted Albie. "The soundproofing's pretty damn good. If someone was going past they might've heard some real quiet banging on the door, but that's about all. And nobody gets up early on Sundays round here." He finished lashing her forearms together and then sat down hard on her naked buttocks, still panting. "There - that oughta hold her."
"Owwwwwwww!" she wailed as his weight slammed onto her sore bottom. "Oh God - somebody help me!"
Joey climbed shakily off her, then stood looking down at both of them, still breathing heavily. He shook his head, his young face grim. "What've I just been telling you, Albie? You've been going too fucking easy on her. And now look what she's gone and done!"
Albie's breathing finally slowed. He got to his feet and stepped away from her. "Grab her, kid!" he snapped as she started to struggle up onto her knees. "We'll bring her over to my bedroom. I got some stuff to show her."
They each grabbed one of her upper arms and hustled her across towards the bedroom. "Help me!" she kept calling despairingly over her shoulder as they dragged her away from the door. "Oh God - help me!"
They dumped her down on her knees in front of the computer. "You stay right there, Suzie," said Albie heavily. "There's some stuff you need to see."
"You... you can't keep me here forever," she said with shaky defiance. "And the minute I'm out of here I'm going straight to the police. I've had it with you two little monsters, and I'm not going to take it any more!"
Albie ignored her. "Watch this, Suzie," he said tersely. "You might even learn something." He sat down at the keyboard and started working. "You watching?" he said over his shoulder. "I'm working on a video clip from the camera - the one I made yesterday of you and Joey. Remember it?"
She looked at him in resentful silence. He kept talking. "Now I'm gonna convert it into a RealMovie clip. Get it down to under one meg, so I can send it as an email attachment. You still watching?"
"Aw, come on, pal," said Joey disgustedly from behind him, "you're wasting your breath, telling her all that stuff. She wouldn't know a meg from an MPEG. Would you, Suzie?"
"Done!" said Albie suddenly. "Now an email message to go with it. How about: `Do you know the woman...?' Nah, let's make that `slut'..." He went on typing. "Do you know the slut in this video? Hint: she's a schoolteacher, and her first name's Susan."
She felt her resolve starting to drain away. "Oh God," she whispered.
Albie was still talking. "Now we put it up on the email website, so I can send it from anywhere. Anonymously, of course." He turned to her. "Come in real close, Suzie. Watch what happens when I click on the attachment."
She stared with growing horror at the little picture flickering on the screen. Oh for God's sake keep fucking me, Joey, shrilled the tinny soundtrack. Don't stop, Joeeeeeyyyyy! Fuck me - fuck me! - fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!... Then the close-up of her face appeared, horribly recognizable, smiling at the camera as semen ran down the penis half buried in her mouth. "Oh God," she whispered again.
He sat looking at her. "So you're gonna go to the cops the minute you're out of here, huh? Which precinct are you gonna go to, Suzie?
Tell me, so I can send the email in ahead of you."
She let out a choking sob. "Oh God, I..." Suddenly Albie's hand darted out and grabbed her by the hair. "How would you like six or seven years in the can, Suzie? For statutory rape. With a big fat dyke sharing the cell with you and a dirty piss bucket in the corner.
You think your old man's still gonna be waiting for you when you get out?"
The last of her rebellion had evaporated now. All she could feel was a dreadful growing sense of utter and absolute despair. And then she had a sudden horrible vision of how she might look after the first five years in jail: in coarse prison clothes, with a strained frightened face, and the beginnings of gray streaks in her hair.
Would Rob still be pledging her his undying love through the glass window every visiting day? Or would he have found comfort in the arms of one of the pretty young girls from the office? She strained helplessly at her tied arms, then shuddered and closed her eyes. "OK, Mr. May," she whispered, "you win. Oh God - you win. I'll... I'll do whatever you want." She could feel the hopeless tears starting again.
He sighed. "God, Suzie," he said wearily, "how many times have I heard you say that?" His voice slid into a mocking falsetto: " `I'll do whatever you want. I'll never say no again.' " His hand tightened in her hair. "You got any idea what that means? Whatever I want?" He shook her by the hair and almost shouted in her face: "You know what that means? Do you? Do you, Suzie?"
"Oh God!" she burst out despairingly. "I said I'll do it. Isn't...
isn't that enough?"
He stopped, still holding her at arm's length by the hair. "OK," he said at last, "let's see if you will. Let's see if you really will."
He let go of her and stood up. "You remember what you called us?"
"Oh God, Mr. May, I didn't mean..."
"Tell us what you called us, Suzie. Say it again." He had moved over to his cupboard and was rummaging through it.
"Please, Mr. May, I was... I was upset. I didn't really mean..."
He turned to face her, with a large heavy belt in his hand. "I'm telling you to say it again. But before you do, turn around and face the door. No, don't get up - stay on your knees. Now - put your face down on the floor, stick your ass up in the air, and say it again!"
"Oh God!" She pressed her cheek despairingly down against the carpet, her lips trembling. "I said... I said you were... Oh God, I didn't mean it, I swear I didn't, but I said you were... you were... Oh God!... little monsters!..."
Albie had stepped behind her as she spoke. As she uttered the last words he smashed the heavy belt down hard against her raised buttocks.
"AIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" she shrieked, catapulting violently forward onto the carpet at Joey's feet. Her tied forearms flapped futilely up and down against her bare back as she writhed in agony all over the floor. "Oh GODDDDDDD!... Owwwwwwwwww!
Owwwwwwwwwwwwwww! OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!..."
"Stick your butt up again, Suzie!" Albie raised his voice over the noise of her howling. "And face the door."
"Oh God, Mr. May, please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, I..."
"Suzie, you got exactly three seconds to stop saying no and do what I told you. Now face the door and stick your butt up!"
"Oh God!" She caught a glimpse of Joey smirking down at her as she struggled desperately back up into position. Her trembling buttocks burned like fire.
Albie raised the belt. "Say it again, Suzie."
"Oh God, Mr. May - PLEASE! I really really really didn't mean it, I swear I didn't, I..."
"Say it again!"
"Oh God, oh God, oh God! Little... oh God!... little...
m...m...m...m...monsters! Mr. May, I SWEAR I... OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!
AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!..."
Slowly and inexorably, one beating at a time, he drove her out through the door of his room, along the full length of the living room floor, and in through the door of his father's bedroom. And all the way she shrieked and begged and pleaded, catapulting wildly forward every time he hit her. And all the way he kept making her say it again.
Finally she was lying sprawled on the floor beside his father's bed, shivering all over and sobbing in utterly hopeless pain and despair. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!..." she moaned brokenly, her tied arms still twitching slowly and feebly against her bare back. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!...
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!... I'm sorry!... Never... never meant it... Never meant to say it... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Godddddddddddddd...!"
Albie stepped over her and flopped down heavily on the bed. "Here, buddy," he said, holding the belt out to Joey. "You take it. I'm pooped."
Joey's smile was hard. "You want me to take over the paddling for a while?"
"In a minute." Albie peered over the side of the bed. "Suzie..."
"...Never meant it," she moaned again. "Oh God, I'm sorry..."
"That was only the first bit, Suzie. The next part of anything I want is another fuck."
"I... I swear I never meant it. Oh God - I'm so sorry..."
"Suzie!" He was sounding impatient now. "Quit your whining and listen to what I'm telling you. I said I want another fuck. Now climb up on the bed and get on top of me. And make it snappy!"
"Oh God," she whimpered, as she struggled slowly and painfully up onto her knees. "So sore. Oh God...!" She stopped, looking uncertainly at the edge of the bed, then blinked at him despairingly. "Mr. May, I... I can't. Not with my arms tied like this. Please... please untie my arms and then I swear I'll f...fuck you as much as you want, I..."
"No way, Suzie. Not after that stunt you just pulled. You're gonna stay tied up good and tight for a while yet. Now climb on top of me and start fucking!"
"Oh God!" She floundered slowly and clumsily up onto the bed beside him, and after two or three awkward attempts she managed to position herself straddling him on her knees. She looked hopelessly down at his erection, which was lying back throbbing against his bare stomach. "I can't... I can't put it in. Not without any hands..."
"Can't put what in, Suzie?" Albie sounded irritable. "I told you before - use the right words."
"Oh God... I can't put your d...dick up inside my... my cunt without any hands. Please, Mr. May, I..."
"You want me to help you out, Suzie? Is that what you're asking?"
"Oh God, yes, Mr. May. Please... please put your dick up inside my cunt. So I can f...fuck you. Oh God - my bottom! It hurts so much..."
Albie reached down and grasped his stiff penis. "Let the record show," he said evenly, "that twenty-eight-year-old Mrs Susan Jones just asked fifteen-year-old Mr.Albie May to shove his dick up inside her cunt. So she could fuck him." He looked up at her. "That is what you want, isn't it, Suzie?"
"Y...yes, Mr. May," she muttered hopelessly. "Please... please shove your dick in my cunt. Oh God - please don't touch my bottom. Please!"
And then she gasped in distress as he slid the head of his penis up between her still-aching labia and pulled her hips down hard on top of him.
"Oooooooh yeah," he said with grim satisfaction. "God, that cunt feels nice!" He grabbed her shoulders and lowered her torso down onto his own. "Now," he went on, clamping his arms around her and holding her body hard down against his, "it's time for some action - the next bit of anything I want. Joey, start swatting her ass with that belt again."
"Buddy, I'd love to," said Joey happily, raising the belt. "That oughta make her butt bounce up and down real nice for you."
"Oh God - NO!" she shrieked, suddenly struggling wildly to get out of Albie's tight embrace. Then: "OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" she howled as Joey brought the belt down with all his strength across her reddened buttocks. "AIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed as the thrashing continued, her body jerking wildly up and down against the naked boy under her. "OWWWWWWWWWW! OWWWWWWWWWW! OWWWWWWWWWW! OWWWWWWWWWW! Oh GODDDDDDDDDD!!..."
"Way to go, kid!" Albie shouted over her screaming, as he held her struggling body hard against his own. "That feels fantastic! Just like you said when you made her come - her cunt's grabbing my dick every time you hit her! Oh God - hit her! Hit her, hit her, hit her!"
Joey needed no encouragement. He kept flailing at her jerking buttocks as hard as he could, and she screamed and wailed and shrieked as her crotch was driven down hard against Albie's over and over again. "Oh Goddddd!" Albie shouted at last. "That's too much!
I'm coming!... Coming!... Commmmmiiiiiiiinnnnnggggg!!... Oh fuuuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkkkkk!!..."
Finally her howling and wailing subsided, and she lay shivering and sobbing brokenly on top of him. "Ohhhhhhhhh!..." she moaned hopelessly. "Ohhhhhhhhh!... Ohhhhhhhhh!... Ohhhhhhhhh!..."
"Oh God," Albie gasped. "That... that was the best! That was the fucking best..." He reached down and stroked her shivering buttocks with his fingers, making her yelp. "Maybe... maybe we'll have all our fucks like that from now on, Suzie. God, it was nice!"
Suddenly she felt sick with despair. Oh dear God, she thought hopelessly, isn't it enough to be continually raped? Do I have to live through all this hell as well? And she sagged wretchedly down on top of him and started crying all over again.
"God," said Joey scornfully from above her, "what a wimp! You oughta be fucking grateful, Suzie. We didn't even break the skin."
"Yeah," said Albie wearily, as he pushed her off him and rolled slowly away from her, "we went real easy on you. Try pulling a stunt like that again and see what you get." He burrowed his head tiredly down into the pillow and closed his eyes. "Oh God - gotta... gotta get some sleep. Man, am I fucked..."
Within less than a minute Albie's soft snoring began to fill the room. Joey stood looking at him for a while, then turned his gaze down onto her tear-streaked face. He bared his teeth in a slow smile. "Well - looks like it's just you and me now, Suzie. What kind of fun things do you think we oughta do together?"
"Oh God!" She choked back a frightened sob and stared trembling up into his hard young face. "Oh God, I'll... I'll do anything you want, Joey - anything! I swear I will. If... if you untie me I could... I could do all kinds of thing you'd really like. I know you'd like them, Joey, please..."
"Yeah." Suddenly he sounded amused. "There is some stuff I'd really like, Suzie. But we won't have to untie you to do it." And he turned and walked out of the room, his stiff young erection bobbing in front of him.
She stared fearfully after him. Oh God, she thought, trembling, I can just imagine the kind of stuff you'd really like, you vile little monster. Oh, God help me! She looked across despairingly at Mr. May's sleeping form. And you're turning out to be just as bad, you little bastard. She strained uselessly at her tied arms. Oh God - my bottom!
It hurts so MUCH...
And then Joey was back. He was carrying Albie's ghetto blaster. "Music to have fun by, Suzie," he said pleasantly, as he set it down on the dressing table and switched it on.
Albie didn't stir as the music started. Joey watched him closely as he slowly turned up the volume, but Albie still didn't respond.
Boomba! boomba! boomba! boomba!... The music was quite loud now, and Albie still slept on. "Great!" said Joey, raising his voice above the noise. "Looks like he'll sleep through anything." He smiled down at her. "So now we can go have some fun. Get up - we're going back to Albie's room."
"Oh God." She rolled onto her side and then maneuvered herself slowly and painfully up into a sitting position on the side of the bed. "Ohhhhhhhhh!" she gasped as her buttocks pressed down against the sheets. "Oh God, that's so sore!"
Joey stood watching her impassively as she struggled painfully to her feet. Then he led her out of the room. The noise abruptly reduced in volume as he shut the door behind them. And when they got back to Albie's bedroom he closed that door as well. The music became inaudible.
She tugged futilely at her tied arms once more. Her hands were starting to go numb. She licked her dry lips and tried again, struggling to sound seductive. "Joey, I could give you some... some really, really, really good sex if you... if you untied my arms. I know I could, Joey."
He smiled at her. "Nah," he said, "I like you tied up. Right now I feel like some kinky bondage stuff for a change. Lay down on the bed on your back."
"Oh God." She sat herself down gingerly on the edge of the bed, gasping as her throbbing buttocks again took her full weight. Then she worked her way slowly and painfully across to the center of the bed on her back, carefully hoisting her sore bottom clear of the bed as she moved. "Ohhhhhhhh!" she gasped again as she lowered her buttocks slowly and carefully down against the sheets. "Ohhhhhhhh! Oh God!"
"Comfy, Suzie?" Joey looked down at her and smiled. "Cause I just had another idea. Sit up." And he reached around under her shoulders to hoist her up.
She grunted in distress as her weight came back down on her buttocks. "Now stay sitting up," he commanded, "while I go get some stuff." In a few moments he was back, carrying some more lengths of rope.
He stared looping one of the ropes around under her armpits. "I think we can do a real nice bondage number on you, Suzie," he said pleasantly. "We might even get Albie to photograph you when you're all trussed up." He lowered her shoulders back down and then pulled both ends of the rope up towards the head of the bed. "Now, what's next? Oh yeah - your ankles. Open your legs, Suzie. Spread `em real wide."
By the time he had finished she was lying stretched out on her back, with her ankles tied wide apart to the legs of the bed and the ropes under her armpits pulled up tight to the bedhead. "Looks good," said Joey with satisfaction. "Let's see you bend your knees."
"Oh God, it's so tight," she groaned. "Hurting my armpits..." She hesitantly lifted one knee and then the other, wincing as she did so. "Oh God, Joey, I can hardly move," she whimpered. "Please loosen off the ropes. Just a little bit - please!..."
"But that's what bondage is all about, Suzie. Tight ties." He reached down and stroked one of her tied ankles. "We don't want you flopping around too much. You might hurt yourself or something." Then he ran his hand up her body and fondled a bare breast, tugging gently at the nipple. "God - I love how your tits are pushed up, with your arms tied behind your back like that." He smiled again. "Looks like you're begging for it."
A chance! she thought desperately. Oh God, offer him sex again -
quickly! Take his mind off any other horrible ideas! She took a quick breath and started trying to wriggle and squirm as much as she could against the ropes, thrusting her breasts up against his fondling fingers again and again. "Oh yes, Joey," she breathed, trying to keep her lips from trembling. "Wouldn't it be just so... so sexy to have me like this, all... all tied up and helpless underneath you?" She closed her eyes and tipped her head back. "Oh Joey, wouldn't that just be so, so sexy?..."
His hand abruptly left her breast. "Nah," he said. "Fun first - fucks later. Now, where's that ruler?"
Her eyes snapped open in horror. "Oh GOD!" she burst out. "Oh God -
NO!" She looked up at him, her mouth working uncontrollably. "Oh God, Joey, not more punishment! For God's sake not more punishment!"
"You said anything I want, Suzie. And this is what I want."
"Oh God, Joey, please don't punish me! Please, please, please don't punish me! Please just f...f...fuck me! Oh God!" She started frantically pounding her buttocks up and down against the mattress, heedless of the pain. "Oh God, Joey, I could give you such a good fuck, I know I could, I..."
"You sure will, Suzie." Joey bared his teeth at her. "You're gonna give me the fuck of my life. Just as soon as I've finished encouraging you." And he raised the ruler.
She just lay there, suddenly still, staring up at him and trembling all over. "Please," she whispered pitifully. "Oh God - please..."
"Aw, come on, Suzie. I'm a little monster, remember? And this is what little monsters do. To smart mouth schoolteacher BITCHES!" And on the last word he brought the ruler down hard against her gaping vagina.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!" she screamed, convulsing on the bed. "AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" she shrieked as he landed a stinging blow right on her left nipple. And then he was lashing away at her non-stop, breasts, nipples, labia, hips, inner thighs, while she shrieked and screamed and howled and jerked wildly against the ropes. "Oh GOD, JOEYYYYY! You're KILLING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!..."
Finally he stopped, panting with exhaustion. "Say... say something smart now, Suzie," he gasped. "C'mon - call me some... some smart mouth names, why don'tcha? Say something real smart, and then we can... then we can both laugh."
"Ohhhh Goddddddd..." she moaned brokenly, her body shuddering wretchedly as she sobbed. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh Godddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd!..."
"Now," he said, still breathing heavily, "I'm gonna untie you. But you're not gonna pull any more dumb stunts. All you're gonna do is give me the greatest fuck you've ever given anyone in your whole life. You got that, Suzie?"
"Oh God, yes, Joey, oh God, please, Joey. Oh God, I'll do anything you want, I swear it. Anything, anything, anything..."
"You fucking better." He quickly freed her ankles, then flipped her over onto her stomach and untied her arms. "You sure as hell fucking better." He pulled the rope out from under her armpits. "Cause I won't go so fucking easy on you next time."
She took a deep shuddering breath and choked back her sobs. Then she brought her arms slowly and painfully around in front of her and started massaging her cramped muscles and her numb hands. "Oh God,"
she gasped. "Please... please just give me a few minutes, Joey. I can hardly move. Oh God." She gingerly touched her throbbing breasts, and then reached down slowly and hesitantly towards her aching labia. "Oh GODDDDDD...!"
"Don't take all day, Suzie." Joey sounded impatient. "Or I might have to encourage you again."
"NO!" She jumped up off the bed, wincing from the pain of her sore buttocks. "Oh God, no!" She almost ran to him, and then began to frantically kiss and fondle him, running her hands and lips and tongue all over his face and chest and belly. She was just dropping down onto her knees to start sucking his penis when he caught her and held her up off the floor. "Nah," he said. "We'll go back on the bed with Albie before we get started. He just might wake up and want some more action himself."
Oh no! she thought in horror. One teenage penis is going to be agony enough, after all that beating. Please - not another one!
He started to lead her out the door. "You know something, Suzie?" he said, with his hand clamped around her arm. "I need some encouragement myself. You've made me come five times in about the last fifteen hours. I might be young and horny, but that's still a hellava lot of fucking. So kiss me and play with my dick while we're walking back."
She reached one trembling hand down towards his penis, and then bent to kiss him. Oh God, she thought, he's not even as tall as me. How can there be so much evil stored up inside one small body? And she shuddered as his lips slobbered up against hers.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" he moaned into her mouth as her fist moved up and down his rigid erection. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!..."
At last they reached the other bedroom. The music blared as he opened the door. He reached over and switched it off. "Don't need this any more, Suzie. You've done all your hollering for a while." Then he smiled. "Except when I start shoving it in you. That oughta make you yell a little bit." He gestured towards the bed. "Now get started on my fuck of a lifetime. And it better be damn good. Otherwise we'll go back to the other room for some more encouragement."
"No, Joey!" she said hastily. "I'll... I'll give you such a good fuck, I promise you! Really I will." She started urgently kissing and fondling him, leading him across the room as she did so.
Albie was still sleeping soundly on the far side of the bed. Please don't wake up, she thought, looking across at him despairingly. Oh God - please! It's going to kill me just having Joey. She gritted her teeth and pulled Joey down onto the bed with her, trying to ignore the pain in her breasts and her groin. Then she started kissing him all over, wincing as her throbbing nipples scraped across his young body.
"Ohhhhhh yeahhhhh," he sighed as she started licking his penis. "Oh God!" he moaned as she cupped his testicles and kissed them, then gently sucked them into her open mouth. "Oh you bitch - you fucking, sweet-mouthed BITCH!..."
She turned him over and kissed and licked his buttocks, then licked all the way up his bare back, trembling with the need to please him. "Do you like that, Joey?" she whispered, wincing silently as her tender groin touched his body yet again. "Is that good?"
"Oh God," he burst out, suddenly twisting around and grabbing her by the shoulders, "that's driving me crazy! I gotta fuck you right now!"
He threw her down onto the bed and scrambled urgently on top of her, fumbling frantically to get his erection into her vagina. "Oh GOD!..."
"Ahhhhhhhh!" she gasped as her sore buttocks were driven down hard against the sheets. "Owwwwwww!" she wailed as he rammed his penis roughly in between her aching labia and started thrusting. "Owwwwwww!
Owwwwwww! Owwwwwww! Owwwwwww! OWWWWWWWWWWWW!!..."
"Not my idea... of a great fuck, Suzie," he panted as he kept thrusting savagely into her, "if all you're gonna do is...
uhhhhhhhh! ...just lie there and whine... Oh God - uhhhhhhhh!...
uhhhhhhhh!... uhhhhhhhh!... uhhhhhhhh!... uhhhhhhhh!..."
"Oh God, Joey, I'm sorry - I'm so sorry!" She sucked in a shuddering breath and gritted her teeth, frantically trying to bite back her moans, and began trying desperately to move under him, hugging and stroking and caressing his bare back as he humped and thrust on top of her. She ran her fingernails tremblingly back and forth across his heaving buttocks, with her eyes squeezed tight shut and her mouth twisted in a silent grimace of agony. Oh God! she thought despairingly. This is awful. The PAIN!...
"Oh fuck!" he screamed suddenly. "I'm coming!...
commmmiiiiinnnnnngggggg!... Oh Godddddddddddddddddddddddddddd!!..."
He slumped down heavily on top of her, driving her aching buttocks down against the mattress once more, then reached up and began wearily groping one of her sore breasts, making her gasp under him. "Oh God..." he mumbled, giving one last tired thrust at her throbbing groin and making her groan yet again. "Ohhhhh Goddddddddd..."
"Did you... did you like it, Joey?" she asked desperately, still trembling. "Was it... was it good for you?"
His breathing started to slow. "I guess it wasn't too bad," he admitted grudgingly. "But it wasn't the world's greatest fuck, that's for sure."
"Oh God, I'm sorry, Joey. I... I tried my best, really I did. But I'm so sore - oh God, I'm so sore!..."
Joey grunted. "Yeah. Well, I guess you're not gonna say no or pull crazy stunts any more, are you, Suzie? You're gonna be real docile from now on. Aren't you?" He sighed, then slowly rolled off her and settled down with his back to her. "Yeah," he murmured contentedly. "Real docile..." And in a few moments he was asleep.
She lay there for a while listening to his steady breathing, with her buttocks and breasts and groin still throbbing painfully from their savage punishment. Then she slowly lifted her head and looked wearily at each young naked figure sleeping so soundly beside her. Their pale young bodies almost seemed to glow in the early morning light. Menage a trois, she thought bitterly. Oh God!
It was her last coherent thought before she slid back into an exhausted sleep.


 CHAPTER 11

"Ohhhhhhh!..." She lifted her head slowly and painfully off the pillow and blinked blearily at her watch. My God, she thought, aghast, it's 1 p.m. I've never slept this late in my whole life!
She looked cautiously at the boys either side of her. They were both still sound asleep. She sat up as quietly as she could, gasping from the soreness in her buttocks. Then she eased herself out slowly and carefully from between them.
Oh God, she thought as she stood trembling beside the bed and fingered the dried semen still on her face, I've got to have a shower. I've just got to. Even if they punish me for it.
She stumbled out into the living room and retrieved the overnight things from her bag. Perhaps if I make my face up and do my hair as nicely as I can, she thought. Maybe they'll accept that as an excuse.
She felt down hesitantly towards her aching groin and winced. And shave myself again. Oh God!
The shower felt glorious. She just stood there with her eyes closed, letting the hot water run down all over her aching body. Then suddenly she glanced apprehensively towards the door. Mustn't take too long, she thought in sudden alarm. Joey might come bursting in again and... She quickly started soaping herself, gritting her teeth as she washed her aching breasts and buttocks and groin. Don't rebel today, she told herself hopelessly. For God's sake, don't rebel. Just do anything they want - anything at all. Just say yes sir, no sir, whatever you want, sir. And you might even survive the weekend!
It took her several attempts to finish shaving her aching pubis, even with all the soap and hot water she could muster under the shower. Oh God, it's sore, she thought in despair. And they're both going to want more sex - as soon as they wake up. The little bastards...! She turned off the shower and reached wearily for a towel.
She did the best she could with her hair and makeup. Then she tiptoed quietly to the kitchen, still naked, looking cautiously towards the open door of the bedroom. Stay asleep, you little monsters, she thought hopelessly. For God's sake just stay asleep!
There was half a loaf of stale bread in the back of the refrigerator.
She forced herself to eat two slices of toast and then brewed some strong coffee. The start of another day, she told herself in despair.
Another wonderful day. Oh God. Then she started hearing sounds from the bedroom.
The sounds slowly rose in volume. They sounded like muttering, punctuated by outbursts of Albie's laughter and Joey's giggling. Yes, she thought bitterly - two young teenage boys sniggering over a dirty joke. Only this time I'm the dirty joke!
Then she heard Joey's raised voice. "Mrs Jo-ones," he called in a mocking singsong, "where aaare you? We're awaay-ake."
"Yeah, Suzie," Albie chimed in. "We're awake. And we're horny!"
"Coming, boys," she said hastily. She almost ran to the bedroom. Both boys were lying on their backs naked, with their erections throbbing against their bare stomachs.
"Where you been, Suzie?" said Albie suspiciously. "How come you weren't here in bed with us when we woke up?"
"Oh God, I was... I was just making myself beautiful for you, Mr.
May. For you and Joey. I... I thought you'd like that."
Albie grunted. He still sounded less than satisfied. "You shave your cunt?"
"Yes, Mr. May - I just did it. It's... it's freshly shaved - just for you."
"And for me too, Suzie," said Joey aggressively. "Albie's not the only one who's gonna fuck you today."
"Yes, Joey," she said quickly. "I did it for you, too. I did it for both of you. So you could both f...fuck me."
Joey glanced across at Albie. "Well, would you look at that, buddy. I think we got a new schoolteacher here this morning. She's not Mrs Hostile any more. Now she's Mrs Docile." He stretched out his hand towards the edge of the bed and lifted his middle finger. "Let's see how docile you are. Come over here and fuck my finger."
"Yes, Joey." She saw Albie grinning at her as she hurried obediently across the room. She quickly put her hands down on the edge of the bed and lowered her crotch over his finger. "Uhhhh!..." she grunted as her tender labia pressed against his hand. "Ooooh!..."
Joey smiled up at her. "Still a little bit sore, Suzie?" He wiggled his finger inside her. "But you still like it, don't you?"
"Oh yes, Joey," she gasped, gritting her teeth as she slid herself slowly up and down his finger. "I like it... ooooh! ...so much..."
"Great. Glad you're having fun." He smiled at her again. "Yeah -
that's starting to lube you up. Now let's see how you go with my dick in there instead of my finger."
"Uh, uh," said Albie suddenly. "She's my bitch, kiddo. I get to fuck her first."
"That's OK, pal." Joey sounded quite relaxed. "I know how we can both fuck her at the same time. It's in one of those videos we borrowed."
He withdrew his finger and looked across at the other boy. "While one of us fucks her cunt the other one fucks her asshole." His smile got wider. "It oughta be a lot of fun."
Oh God - NO! she thought in horror. I've got to stop that happening -
I've just got to! She jumped urgently to her feet. "I... I know a much better way," she said desperately. "Joey, you... you know how much you like it when I suck you. And... and Mr. May loves it when I'm on top of him." She looked imploringly at the older boy. "D...don't you, Mr. May?" Then without waiting for his reply she started hurriedly sliding a rather startled Joey down to the foot of the bed, until his legs were hanging over the end.
"Just hold it, Suzie," said Albie. "I don't remember telling you to organize our fucks for us."
Her heart sank. Oh God! She looked at him despairingly, her hands still on Joey's slim young body. "Oh God, Mr. May, I thought you might like... I was just going to..."
"What were you just gonna do, Suzie? Tell me."
"Oh God! I... I was just going to... to turn you around, with your head down at the foot of the bed, and... and then lie on top of you and bounce up and down, b...because I know how much you like me fucking you like that, and then I was going to l...lean over and suck Joey's dick at the same time." She kept staring at him helplessly, her lower lip quivering. "Wouldn't you like that? W...wouldn't you both like that?"
"Nah," said Joey. He had recovered from his surprise, and was lying there smirking up at her. "You only got it half right, Suzie. You're gonna be on top of Albie all right. But then I'm gonna be on top of you, with my dick right up your ass."
She slowly closed her eyes. "Oh God," she whispered. There was a brief silence. Please no, she thought hopelessly as she stood there, her eyes tight shut and her whole body trembling. Please, not like that. Oh God - please...
"I dunno, kid." It was Albie's voice. She opened her eyes quickly, hardly daring to hope. "That all sounds kinda gross to me. I don't think I want you pumping shit out of her asshole while I'm lying underneath her." He started getting up off the bed. "I think we'll do it your way, Suzie."
"Oh thank you, Mr. May!" She almost fell over in her haste to get to his side of the bed. "Now you just lie down with your head down here," she said quickly. "And now I'll get on top of you like this.
And if you slide over a little closer, Joey, then I can... I can just reach your dick with my m...m...mth..." Her last words were choked off as her lips closed hurriedly over Joey's erection.
She reached down and hastily guided Albie's stiff penis up into her vagina, grunting in distress as it slid in between her sore labia.
Then she clenched her fists and began bouncing her hips and sucking as hard as she could.
"Oooooooh, yeahhhhhhh..." moaned Joey as her mouth moved up and down his erection. He looked across at Albie. "She sure thinks quick...
uhhhhhhhhh! ...when she has to, doesn't she, buddy? Ohhhhhhh God -
that mouth...!"
"Yeah," panted Albie. "But I like my fucks faster than this, Suzie."
Oh God! She clenched her fists even harder and began pounding her groin even more frantically against his, wincing at the pain from her bruised labia. "Hey," said Joey suddenly, "don't slow down with the sucking, Suzie! You're not finished yet."
You pair of little bastards! she thought desperately. She grabbed at Joey's penis and sucked even harder, while at the same time trying to keep her hips pounding against Albie as fast as she could. Her labia felt as if they were on fire now, and she groaned into Joey's erection as she sucked him. How long, damn you? she thought in despair. How long are you both going to TAKE?...
It seemed like ages before Albie's hips finally started to move up and down against hers. "Oh yeah..." he gasped. "Oh yeah... Oh fuck!... I'm... I'm gonna come!..." He suddenly grabbed her sore buttocks, pulling her groin down hard against his and making her grunt with pain. "Oh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he howled. "Oh fuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!... oh Goddddddddddddddddddd!!..."
"Don't you... stop now, Suzie!" gasped Joey. "You keep... fucking sucking..." He sank his fingers into her hair and started ramming her face up and down against his groin. "Oh Godddddddddd - suck me!...
suck me!... suck meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!..."
His semen began pulsing up into her mouth before she realized what was happening, and she started desperately slurping and gulping and swallowing as he gasped and moaned under her and drove her face down even harder against his groin. "Oh shiiiiiiiiitttttttttttt!" he wailed. "Oh fucking... fucking... fuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkkk!!..."
She lay there shuddering on top of both of them, gasping desperately to get her breath, with her labia aflame with pain and her lips and face throbbing from the bruising Joey had given them. Oh God, she thought exhaustedly as his slackening penis slid slowly out of her mouth, are you little bastards satisfied now? Oh my God...
"Good way to... to start the day, Suzie." Albie was still breathing heavily. "We just might start... every day like that from now on."
"Yeahhhhh..." sighed Joey dreamily. "I wanna blow job just like that... every morning... Ohhhhhh Goddddddddddd...!"
Suddenly Albie slapped her on her sore buttocks, making her cry out. "Breakfast time, Suzie. Get that kitchen maid ass of yours into gear. Go find your high heels and get started."
"Yes, Mr. May," she said submissively, biting back her groans. Oh God, she thought - breakfast at two in the afternoon! She lifted herself painfully off both boys and stumbled off to do what she was told, feeling Albie's semen trickling out of her as she went. She licked the last of Joey's cum off her lips and shuddered. Please God, she thought hopelessly, wincing as she moved, no more sex for at least another hour or two. Please...
There was almost nothing in the refrigerator to make a decent breakfast. She finally fried up some slices of pizza and garnished them with strips of toast, then served the whole thing with orange juice and coffee.
Albie and Joey staggered into the kitchen, still naked, yawning and wiping the sleep from their eyes. Albie sat down heavily at the table and then peered doubtfully at what she was putting in front of him. "What kind of breakfast is that, Suzie? Where are the pancakes and hash browns and stuff like that?"
"B...but there isn't anything to make them with, Mr. May. The refrigerator's just about empty. And there's almost nothing in the cupboards. I... I couldn't do any better. I'm sorry, Mr. May."
"Huh." He already had his mouth full. "Next time you make me breakfast," he said indistinctly, "it's gonna be a lot better."
"Yes, Mr. May," she said meekly.
"I want some more orange juice," said Joey suddenly. "C'mere and fill it up again."
"Yes, Joey." She picked up the carton and moved quickly to obey him.
As she bent to fill his glass he slid his right hand up the inside of her thigh and then suddenly jammed his fingers up between her sore labia. "Uhhhhh!" she gasped, almost dropping the carton.
"Sloppy, sloppy, Suzie!" he said chidingly. "Now you've spilt OJ all over the table." He grinned at her maliciously. "Bend over and slurp it all up."
You little bastard! "Yes, Joey," she said aloud, trembling as she bent down and put her mouth on the puddle of spilt juice.
"God, buddy, I love the way her tits hang down when she bends over like that." Joey's fingers were still in her vagina as he casually fondled her tender breasts with his other hand, making her grunt against the table. "Breakfast in a restaurant is never gonna be the same again. The waitresses all wear clothes!"
She quickly finished licking up the juice and backed away trembling, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Joey reluctantly let her go. Oh God, she thought hopelessly, is that all I am now? A slave to cook your food and a body to be groped?
Albie was staring at her as he chewed. "Don't just stand there, Suzie," he said suddenly. "Put on a show for us while we finish our breakfast. Start playing with yourself or something."
"Yeah," said Joey eagerly. "Stick that finger up your cunt again, like you did last night."
Why? she thought bitterly. So you can go to sleep again while I do it? She reached down reluctantly and pushed one finger up into her vagina. Oh God.
"And grab one of your tits with your other hand," Joey went on. "Let's see if you can lick your own nipple."
"She sure can, kid," said Albie complacently. "And I've got the pics to prove it."
They eventually grew tired of the game, leaving her humiliated and trembling in front of them. "What are we gonna do today, Albie?" said Joey, sounding bored.
"Oh, I dunno - just fuck her all day. You got any better ideas?"
Joey smiled. "You bet I have, kid. We're gonna start by watching a video. I wanna show you something."
Oh God, she thought, trembling, as she followed them out into the living room, I can just imagine the kinds of filthy depraved things you want to show him. And then you'll want to do them with me. Oh God!
She almost cried out in horror when the video title came up on the screen. ANAL ACTION it said in big red letters. "Here we go," said Joey contentedly. "Just sit back and watch this, buddy. This oughta give you some good ideas."
She just huddled there on the sofa, with her eyes closed and her fists clenched, waiting for it to end. They're going to do that to me! she kept thinking over and over, shivering with despair. Oh God -
they're going to do that to me!
"You see, pal?" said Joey as the movie finally flickered to an end. "Guys do it all the time. Ass fucking is the way to go.
Specially with old bitches like her, `cause their assholes are always tighter than their cunts."
Albie shook his head slowly. "I dunno," he said reluctantly. "I still don't like it. I still think it's gross."
"Oh for God's sake lemme show you. Suzie, come over here and get on this coffee table. Stick your face down and your ass up, and reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart with both hands. You're gonna get the ass fucking of your life."
She looked hopelessly at Albie as she moved across to the table, but he stayed silent. She struggled into position and then reached back and gripped her buttocks obediently, her hands sweaty and trembling. "Oh God, Joey," she whimpered, with her face pressed down against the table, "it's... it's going to split me apart. Please...
please could you l...l...lubricate yourself before you... before you... Oh God!..." And she closed her eyes in despair.
"And what am I supposed to do that with? You carrying a tube of K-Y in your handbag or something?" He snorted in derision. "I bet you wouldn't even know what it was for."
"There's... there's some cooking oil," she gasped desperately. "In the kitchen. I... I used it to cook the breakfast. Oh God, Joey -
please!"
"I'll think about it." He stroked her upraised buttocks, making her jump. Then his fingers slid slowly down towards her anus. "I gotta admit your asshole does look damn tight. Ever been fucked up the ass before, Suzie?"
"N...no, Joey. Oh God, please - just a little bit of cooking oil.
Please, Joey..."
There was a long pause while she crouched there trembling in front of him, still holding her buttocks apart with her hands. Then he released her and she heard him start to move away. She sagged with relief down against the table. Oh thank God! she thought desperately.
It's going to be horrible enough anyway.
"I hope you appreciate how nice I'm being to you, Suzie." His voice came from behind her again. She could hear the soft slupping sound of a fist sliding slowly up and down an oily erection. "I hope you're gonna be real, real grateful. Now pull those ass cheeks further apart."
She jumped again as she felt his thumbs on either side of her anus.
Then she felt it gaping open as he pulled at her, and she shuddered and groaned. "Uhhhhhhhh!" she gasped as the head of his penis started slowly pushing against the opening. "Oh Godddddddd!..."
"Aw, quit whining, Suzie." Joey was starting to pant as he kept pushing. "If you had some big guy shoving a ten inch dick into you, you'd really have something to scream about... Oh God, you're tight!"
"Aaaaahhhh!" she moaned as the head of his penis suddenly popped in past her sphincter. Then she let go of her trembling buttocks and grabbed frantically at the edge of the table as he started slowly pushing the whole length of his shaft inside her. "Oh God!" she gasped. "Oh God!... Oh God!... Oh God!... Oh God!..."
"Wow!" His pubic hair was finally right up against her buttocks. "Man, that's tight! Not even an eleven-year-old's cunt feels like that. God, it feels great!" He started slowly pulling himself out of her and then suddenly jammed himself right back inside again.
"Aaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh!" she wailed, grabbing even harder at the edges of the table. Then her mouth gaped open in a continuous cry as he grabbed her hips and began pumping himself in and out of her as hard as he could.
"Yeahhhh, bitch!" he yelled over her wailing. "It's fucking A time!... Uhhhhhhh! ...And it's your A!" His hands tightened on her hips as he began pumping even faster. "Oh God, that feels fucking fantastic!... So damn tight!..."
She clung to the table and wailed while he kept jamming himself into her over and over again. "Oh GOD!" he yelled. "So tight!... So damned fucking TIGHT!... Aaaaaaahhhhhh!... Aaaaaaahhhhhh!...
Aaaaaaahhhhhh!... Ohhhhhhhhhhh Goddddddddddddddddddddddddd!!..." And then she felt his semen squirting out deep inside her bowels.
He slumped slowly forward over her upraised buttocks, gasping and panting. "Ohhhh God!..." he moaned. "What a fuck! What a fantastic...
fucking... tight... fuck!" He laid his hot cheek down against her trembling back. "So fucking TIGHT!..."
Oh God, she thought hopelessly, with her teeth clenched and her fingers still clamped hard around the edge of the table, is it over yet? Oh my God!...
"Ohhhhhhh!..." Joey gave a tired sigh and slowly levered himself off her. His softening penis suddenly pulled out of her rectum with a clearly audible pop. "Oh God, buddy," he gasped, "you gotta try that.
You... just... gotta... try it!..."
Albie grunted. He came over and peered down at Joey's crotch, then suddenly twisted his lips in disgust. "That's... that's shit on your dick," he burst out. "And I can even smell it, for fuck's sake!" He turned his face away. "God - that is super gross!"
"No problem, pal." Joey was slowly getting his breathing back under control. "Cause now she's gonna suck it clean for me."
Oh GOD! she thought in horror as she felt her gorge rising. I can't -
I just CAN'T!...
"No fucking way!" Albie's voice was suddenly thick with anger. "I don't want her with a mouthful of shit the next time she kisses me!
If you wanna do that kind of stuff you go find someone else's bitch to do it on. This one's mine, and the only reason you get to fuck her is because I say you can!"
"Oh yeah?" The color was rising in Joey's face. "How come you know so much about fucking all of a sudden? You'd never fucked a girl in your life before you blackmailed this old bitch last Monday. The only stuff you know about fucking is what I've taught you!"
She just crouched there, clinging to the edge of the table and trembling, while they quarreled beside her. Oh God, please, she kept praying - not in my mouth. Please don't let him put that filthy thing in my mouth. Oh God - please!...
"...And I'm telling YOU, kid," Albie was shouting, "that there's no way she's gonna suck that shit off your dick! Now go clean yourself up in the bathroom!" And he turned on his heel and stormed into his bedroom.
Joey stood there for a moment, still breathing heavily. Then he leaned down beside her and gripped her bare shoulder. "Albie's real nice to you, Suzie," he whispered. "Too fucking nice." His fingers tightened on her shoulder. "But some day I'm gonna get you on my own again - just like last night. Then we'll see about nice." He turned abruptly away and headed for the bathroom.
She struggled up off the table, still trembling all over. Her anus ached abominably. Suddenly she felt a cramping movement in her insides, and she frantically clenched her buttocks together before anything could come out. Oh God, she thought, I've got to GO! And that little bastard's still in the bathroom! What am I going to DO?
Then she remembered the en-suite in the master bedroom and rushed there with short urgent steps, still keeping her buttocks clenched desperately together.
"Oh GOD!" she gasped as she flung herself down onto the toilet and let go. Her bowels started emptying immediately. She clamped both hands on her legs and bowed her head, eyes closed and shaking, waiting for it to end. "Oh God," she moaned again. "Oh my God!..."
When she finally walked shakily out of the bedroom Joey was sitting naked on the sofa, reading a men's magazine. He glared up at her as she stopped and hovered uncertainly just outside the doorway. She suddenly felt more naked that usual under his gaze and she trembled.
You're going to find some way to get back at me, she thought despairingly. Aren't you, you vindictive little bastard? And it wasn't even my decision! She looked across at the doorway to Albie's room. I'd be better off in there. Anything rather than staying out here with you. She took a deep breath and hurried across the living room, skirting wide around Joey as she did so.
Albie was sitting at his desk, still naked, playing a computer game. "About time," he said over his shoulder. "I'm just about ready for another fuck myself. You get yourself cleaned up?"
"Yes, Mr. May," she said timidly. "I... I washed myself too."
He grunted, still engrossed in the game. "Then close the door and get on the bed. And start playing with yourself while you're waiting for me. I want you all wet when I fuck you. And I want you ready to come.
I wanna have one of those double cums like you gave Joey yesterday."
"Oh God," she whispered, just standing there and staring at him.
Finally he stopped and turned around to look at her. "What's the matter, Suzie? Don't just stand there. Get on the bed and get on with it."
Her lower lip trembled. "Oh God, Mr. May, I... it's one thing to put on a show when you tell me to, but I've never... Not enough to make myself come. Oh God, I... I just don't DO that!"
He kept looking at her, his face impassive. "Then go get Joey and bring him in here. He doesn't seem to have much trouble making you come."
"No! Oh God, Mr. May, please not Joey! Please don't let him come anywhere near me! Please, Mr. May."
"Well it's either his finger or yours, Suzie. Either way you're gonna be ready to come when I start fucking you. So it's your call." And he turned back to his computer game.
"Oh God." She took one last despairing look at his bare back and then moved slowly and reluctantly over to the bed. She settled herself on her back, gasping as her sore buttocks pressed down against the sheets, and reached down unwillingly between her legs. "Oh God."
He kept playing the computer game beside her, seemingly oblivious, as she gritted her teeth and forced herself to ignore the ache in her labia. She closed her eyes and tried somehow to pretend that it wasn't her own finger rubbing against her clitoris, that it was Rob's finger, Eddie's finger, anyone else's finger...
"How you going, Suzie?" Albie's voice broke in on her dogged efforts. "Getting there? Or should I just go get Joey?"
"NO!" She gritted her teeth and started moving her finger even faster. "I... I'm getting there, Mr. May, I swear I am! Ohhhhhhhh!...
Ohhhhhhhh!... Ohhhhhhhh!... Ohhhhhhhh!..." And then finally she felt it - the first faint building of an arousal. "Oh yes... oh yes... oh yes!..."
"Good." She heard him getting up and she quickly opened her eyes again. "Cause now I'm ready for that fuck. Roll yourself over and lift your butt a little bit, so I can see your cunt from behind. And keep jerking yourself off."
She hurried to obey him, quickly rolling herself over and lifting her hips obediently just clear of the bed. "Ohhhhh!" she gasped, with one arm underneath her body and her finger still buried between her labia. "I'm... I'm... I'm getting there... Oh God, I swear I am...!"
"That's real great, Suzie. Now keep your butt up just like that." And he got onto the bed behind her.
"Oh God, Mr. May," she said desperately as he climbed on top of her, "you're not going to... to do what Joey did to me, are you? Oh God - please..."
"Nah." He was fumbling the head of his penis into her vagina from behind. "It's your cunt I want to fuck, Suzie - ohhhhhhhh! ...your nice... warm... wet... CUNT! And I want you to... ohhhhhhhh! ...to come while I'm doing it. You keep playing with your clit while I fuck you. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!..."
"Ohhhhh!" she gasped as he started ramming his groin against her bruised buttocks. Oh God, she thought desperately, how am I ever going to come for the little bastard when I'm as sore as this?
Suddenly he stopped moving. "God," he sighed wearily, sagging down on top of her, "my dick's never worked so hard in its life before. Man -
it's not even..." He lifted his left wrist up near his face. "...It's not even two hours since my last fuck. And on top of that I've been fucking you all yesterday afternoon and all night." He moved his fingers slowly over her bare shoulders, seeking a good grip, and then he settled down to a slow, deliberate rhythm on top of her. "So I'm just gonna take this one... uhhhhhhhh! ...real nice and slow...
Uhhhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhhhh!... That oughta give you...
ohhhhhhhh! ...plenty of time to make yourself come... Ohhhhhh Goddddddd!..."
She lay under him, trying desperately to keep her finger moving between her labia as he slowly humped and gasped on top of her. Oh God, she thought in despair, my groin's sore, my bottom's sore - and if I don't come he'll punish me for sure. And he's seen me do it too often for me to fake it! She squeezed her eyes tight shut and for the next few minutes tried to block out everything except the feeling of her finger against her clitoris. Oh yes, Eddie... Do it to me, Eddie... Make me come, Eddie... Oh God, Eddie... Oh EDDDDIEEEEEE!...
And then suddenly she exploded.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" she howled. "I'm coming!... commmmiiiinnnngggg!...
Oh God - Eddddddddieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!..."
"Oh Goddddd!" screamed Albie. "That cunt!... Squeezing my dick!..."
He suddenly started pumping himself frantically into her spasming vagina. "Oh Godddd!... Oh fuuuccckkk!... Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkkkk!!..."
They lay there in a sweaty tangled heap on the bed, shuddering and gasping together as the sensations slowly faded. "Oh God," gasped Albie, "Joey was right... Joey was fucking right... A double come...
Ohhhhhh Godddddddd...!"
"Told you so, buddy." They both looked around, still breathing heavily, to see Joey's grinning face peering at them around the half-
open door. "I told you, didn't I? Greatest feeling in the fucking world." His grin got even wider. "I'll go get you a coke. Looks like you need it." And he closed the door.
"Little bastard," said Albie, without heat. "Who told him to watch?"
Then he reached around and tiredly squeezed one of her breasts. "Hey, Suzie," he said wearily, "what's your old man gonna say when I tell him... when I tell him you were screaming another guy's name when you came? What's he gonna say, Mrs Only-My-Husband Jones?"
She squeezed her eyes even tighter shut, her face suddenly hot with shame. Oh God, you bastard, she thought hopelessly, it was the only way. It was the only way I could make myself come when you told me to. And now you're going to use that as a weapon against me as well.
Oh God!
And then the door opened again and Joey came in carrying two cans of coke, one of them balanced on a saucer. "Here you go, pal," he said, handing one can to Albie. "And I even got one for you too, Suzie.
Aren't I a nice guy?"
He popped the second can open and then stood there looking at her, holding it in his hand. "Well, Suzie," he said impatiently, "do you want it or not? I'm not gonna carry it over to you like a fucking servant or something."
"Oh!..." She struggled up onto her hands and knees and moved shakily over to the edge of the bed. "I'm... I'm sorry, Joey. Thank you...
thank you for being so nice." She held out one trembling hand for the can.
"Yeah." He was pouring some of the contents into the saucer. "All heart, that's me." He slid the saucer in under his flaccid penis and walked over to her, holding it carefully in front of him. "Drink up, Suzie. Like a good bitch. And make sure you don't spill any on the bed."
She just looked at him, and then looked down at his penis lying in the pool of coke on the saucer. Oh God, she thought hopelessly, couldn't you be a human being? Couldn't you be a human being, just once? Instead of a FILTHY, DISGUSTING LITTLE MONSTER!!... She gritted her teeth and blinked back her hopeless tears and leaned obediently forward. "Yes, Joey," she said dully, and put her mouth down against the saucer.
"Ohhhhhh!..." he gasped as her lips and tongue met his wet penis. "Oh yeah... Suzie... Yeah... suck it...! And lick it all up! Specially...
specially round the head of my dick... Oh yeahhhhhh...!"
She crouched trembling on the edge of the bed, while he poured the contents of the can bit by bit into the saucer and made her lick it all up. "Oh God," he kept gasping, "that's a good bitch... Round the head... Oh God - yeahhhhhhh...!"
His penis was almost fully erect again by the time she had finished. "Oh God," he gasped, "there oughta be a law against that mouth!" He dumped the saucer and the empty can down on the desk and pushed her quickly back down onto the bed. "Albie," he said urgently, "I gotta fuck this bitch again. I gotta fuck her right now..." Then he stopped, half on top of her, and looked across at the other boy. "God, look at him," he said incredulously. "He's gone to sleep again!" He shook his head in disbelief as he grabbed a handful of sheet. "He's too fucking old," he went on, quickly wiping her labia and poking the sheet urgently up into her vagina to mop up Albie's semen. "By the time you get to fifteen you're past it!"
"Ahhhhhh!..." she gasped as he rammed the sheet up between her labia. "Joey - please! Owwwww!..."
"You're gonna be saying more than ow in a minute, bitch," he panted, throwing the sheet aside and scrambling quickly on top of her again. "Cause I'm gonna FUCK YOUR ASS OFF!"
Oh God, she thought hopelessly, grunting under him as he rammed his penis savagely into her, it never ends. When one of them's not doing it the other one is. Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God...!
He slid his hands urgently under her buttocks and dug his fingers deep into her tender flesh. "Gonna fuck you..." he panted, thudding himself against her. "Gonna fuck you... gonna fuck you... gonna fuck youuuuuuu!..."
Suddenly he stopped, gasping and shuddering on top of her. "Oh God...! Can't... can't get there... Too many fucks... Oh God..." Then he took a deep breath and grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and gritted his teeth and started again. "I'm... I'm gonna squirt my jism inside you, you bitch," he panted, "if it's the last thing I do!"
What do you mean, if it's the last thing YOU do? she thought in agony, as she grunted and jerked underneath him. What about ME, for God's sake? Oh God - it HURTS!...
"Getting there," he gasped desperately. "Oh God - getting there..."
Then suddenly his movements speeded up. "Fucking bitch!" he howled, slapping his groin faster and faster and faster against hers. "I'm fucking youuuuuuuuuuu!... Oh Godddd!... coming!... coming!...
commmiiiiinnnggg!... oh fuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkkkk!!..."
He sagged down onto her, still panting and gasping. She hardly felt his final feeble ejaculation inside her - her whole attention was on the burning ache in her groin. Can jail possibly be worse than this?
she thought in incredulous despair. She bit her lip and tried to not to sob out loud as he gave a last few tired thrusts up between her aching labia and then finally fell still.
"Ohhh yeahhhh..." he moaned. "Oh God - yeahhhhhhhhhhhh..." He started tiredly fondling one of her breasts. "That makes me... makes me one fuck up on Albie," he mumbled exhaustedly. "Those fifteen-year-
olds... they can't take the pace... Just a few fucks... and then they go to sleeeeeep..."
She lay there under him, feeling his erection slowly becoming limp inside her and feeling the pain in her groin starting to fade at last. His breathing had settled down to a slow, even rhythm on top of her. Now what do I do? she thought helplessly. Just lie here under the little bastard until he decides to wake up again? She turned her face to one side and wearily closed her eyes. Oh God!
* * * * * Someone was tugging insistently at her nipples. She stirred and groaned, still half asleep, and clawed feebly at the tugging fingers. "Don't..." she mumbled groggily. "Hurts...!"
"Well just wake up then, Suzie." It was Joey's impatient voice. "God, you old bitches sure spend a lot of time sleeping." He gave one final rough tug at her breasts. "Get up and get your red ass out through that door. We're gonna have a fashion show."
She blinked up at him, vaguely surprised to see that he was fully dressed. Then she struggled slowly to her feet. Oh God, she thought wearily as she stumbled out the door, what particular piece of perverted humiliation do you have planned for me now?
"C'mon, Suzie." Joey waved his hand towards the end of the living room. "This is our catwalk, and you're gonna be Claudia Schiffer."
"Nah," said Albie. He was sitting on the sofa, still naked. "Not Claudia Schiffer. Claudia Schiffer's a blonde. And her tits are bigger."
Joey stood looking at her. "Not a whole lot bigger," he said thoughtfully. He went over to her and grabbed her breasts with both hands. "This old bitch has got a pretty good set."
She stood there without speaking, biting her lip and trembling, as he kept roughly kneading and squeezing her breasts. Then he ran one hand down her body and began fondling her bare pubis. "God," he said wistfully as he slid a finger up inside her vagina, "I wish I could get hard again. I'd fuck you again right now, you sweet bitch."
"Aw, come on, kid," said Albie resignedly. "If you fuck her any more today your dick'll fall off. What about this great fashion show you've been promising me?"
"Yeah. Right." Joey reluctantly withdrew his finger and stepped back. "Now, Suzie," he went on, "you're our supermodel. And you get to make the first decision." He held up some clothing. "I got your clothes from your car, and I found some more in your bag. So which set cost you less money?"
She stood there looking at her open bag, and at her underthings scattered all over the floor. God, you little bastard, she thought bitterly, doesn't personal privacy mean anything to you at all? Damn you to hell!
"C'mon, Suzie," Joey repeated impatiently. "Which set cost you less money?"
She stared at him, suddenly fearful. "W...why?" she faltered.
"Well, we want a sexy fashion show, Suzie. And these clothes aren't exactly sexy, are they?" Joey picked up a large pair of scissors. "So I'm gonna retailor them for you. Free of charge." He looked at her again. "Last chance, Suzie. Which set cost you less money? If you can't make up your mind I'll just decide for you." And he picked up one of her blouses.
"No!" she said desperately. "That... that's one of my best blouses.
Oh God, not that one - please!"
"OK." He shrugged and picked up the other one. "Come over here and model this one for me. While I retailor it."
Oh you little bastard, she thought despairingly. She took the blouse from him and just stood there, running one trembling hand over the smooth material. "This one wasn't cheap, either. Oh God!" Then she slowly put it on. "Oh God," she said again.
"Just so long as you're happy with the choice, Suzie." He picked up the scissors again. "Now, buddy," he said, looking across at Albie, "I wanna turn this into a real short bolero top. You tell me if I'm cutting straight, OK?"
She just stood there, with her eyes closed in despair, feeling the cold metal of the scissors against her skin and listening to the sound of fabric being steadily cut away. "Nah," Albie was saying, "you're going crooked, kid. Up a little bit. Yeah - that's it."
"How's that?" said Joey at last, stepping back to look at her. "It oughta be..." He paused, narrowing his eyes. "...Just long enough so you can't quite see the bottoms of her tits..." He paused again. "Nah - I'll take off about another half inch."
Oh God, she thought hopelessly, I spent half a week's pay on this blouse. Oh God!
Finally Joey was satisfied. "Yeah - that length looks pretty good.
Now, buddy, waddaya think about the neckline? How many buttons should I leave down the front - one, or two?"
Albie paused, looking at her thoughtfully. "Nah," he said at last, "you gotta leave some shape to it, kid. I think you oughta leave two buttons."
"OK, pal." Joey took hold of the front of her blouse. She looked down, watching in dull despair, as he cut steadily from just above the bottom two buttons right up to her shoulder. "Yeah, that's it,"
he said in satisfaction as he started cutting the other side. "A nice low neckline - showing lots of cleavage, but not quite showing her nips. Yeah - that's starting to look real sexy!"
"Not bad," grunted Albie. "Not bad. But what about a skirt?"
"Getting there, buddy, getting there." Then Joey stopped and grinned across at him. "What's the matter, kid - don'tcha like the bottomless look?" His hand was fondling her bare pubis again.
"Well, yeah," said Albie aggrievedly. "I like her bare ass fucking naked, if it comes to that. But you said this was gonna be a fashion show."
"OK, OK - one sexy miniskirt coming up." He held up both garments. "Same choice as before, Suzie. Which one do you wanna donate to the cause?"
"Oh God," she muttered despairingly, "they both cost me a small fortune." Finally she held out one hand and pointed, very reluctantly. "Th...that one, I suppose." You little bastard.
"Right," said Joey cheerfully. "Put it on. And hold real still."
Both boys argued about whether Joey was cutting straight or not, and about how short it should be. She stood there numbly while Joey cut and snipped, listening to her expensive skirt being casually shredded from around her. "Well, I think that's about right," Joey was saying. "It's just long enough to reach to the bottoms of her ass cheeks, and it only just covers her cunt. It looks pretty good to me."
"Yeah," said Albie. "And it just covers all her stripes. Makes it look like we never laid a finger on her."
My God, she thought, trembling from the ache in her buttocks, it certainly doesn't FEEL like that! You sadistic little monster!
Then they made her parade up and down in front of them. "Swing those hips, Suzie," said Joey. "And kinda sashay down the catwalk, and then do one of those quick swishy turns at the end. Yeah - that's it." He grinned at the other boy. "Didja see the way she flashed her cunt when she did that? Let's make her do it again."
She just gritted her teeth and kept grimly doing what she was told, waiting for it to end. And then suddenly it did.
"OK - that's it, buddy," said Joey abruptly. "Show's over. You can clap now." He turned and looked at her. "Go grab your handbag, Suzie.
Now we're all gonna go out shopping."
"What?" she burst out, staring at him aghast. "Not with me dressed like this! Oh my God - not like THIS!"
 


CHAPTER 12

Joey's hand was on her bare buttocks as the elevator descended, sliding her abbreviated skirt almost up to her waist. "I've always wanted to grope a supermodel," he said happily.
"Please, Joey," she muttered, as she tried vainly to tug the skirt back down over her exposed buttocks. "Not out here - please." She looked fearfully up at the ceiling of the elevator. "They might...
they might even have security cameras or something."
Albie gave a short bark of laughter. "Man, wouldn't that be something? They'd sure have some great footage from last night!"
She felt her face growing hot. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists and just stood there, dumbly enduring Joey's fondling as they descended.
There was no one else in the basement carpark. Thank God for that, she thought, hurrying to the car ahead of them and pulling down hard on her skirt to try to keep some semblance of modesty. "Hey, Suzie,"
Joey called from behind her, "if you keep doing that you're gonna tear it right off."
Little bastard, she thought bitterly. She quickly unlocked the car and jumped inside, grunting as her tender buttocks hit the seat.
Then she reached over grudgingly to unlock the passenger doors. Now I suppose you're going to parade me around in some Sunday evening convenience store while I buy stuff for your supper, she thought despairingly. She looked down and tugged hopelessly at her reshaped neckline. My God - I won't even be able to bend over without falling out of my clothes!
Joey slid into the front passenger seat and smiled at her. "My turn to feel up the bitch driver," he said, reaching for her thigh.
Oh God, she thought. She gritted her teeth as they pulled out of the carpark. Thank God it's getting dark. "Where's the nearest convenience store?" she asked dully.
Joey laughed softly. His hand was already up under her skirt. "Don't worry, Suzie - I'll show you how to get there."
* * * * * She sat there, staring out of the car window in growing horror. "That's... that's not a grocery store!" she said at last.
"Nah," said Joey. "It's a B & D store. Best one in town."
My God, she thought, staring at him, you're unbelievable. All the lowest, filthiest, most perverted places - you know them all!
"God," said Albie. "How'dja find out about this place?"
"My uncle runs it. Uncle Jake. He's a great guy." Joey picked up her handbag and handed it to her. "C'mon, Suzie - time to go in."
"But it's... it's restricted!" she protested. "Eighteen plus."
Suddenly she felt her hopes starting to rise. "You boys can't go in there!"
"I know we can't go in there, Suzie." Joey looked at her for a moment. "But you can."
* * * * * "Excuse me." She went unwillingly over to the middle-aged man standing near one of the lurid fixtures. "Is your name Jake?"
"So who's asking?" The man turned around suspiciously, and then suddenly he took in her skimpy clothes. "Well hi, honey," he said, leering at her. "No, it ain't. But I'd be real happy to help you myself."
She flushed. "Th...thanks all the same," she muttered, turning quickly aside, "but I need to find Jake."
"He's over there, lady." The man's tone was regretful. "Behind the counter."
She hurried over to the counter, trying to ignore the stares from the other customers in the store and trying yet again to tug her hemline further down her legs. "Mister Jake?" she asked hesitantly.
"Yep. That's me." The large gray-haired man behind the counter slowly ran his eyes all over her body. "What can I do for you, pretty lady?"
She flushed even more deeply under his scrutiny and tugged at her skirt once more. "I've... I've got a message from your nephew, Joey Wilson. He's outside and he'd like to see you."
"Young Joey?" The man's face lit up. "Sure. Tell him I'll be right out."
She hurried back outside, feeling all the customers' stares on her as she left the store. Then she gritted her teeth and practically ran back across the sidewalk to the car. "My God," she said, trembling, as she got quickly back into the driver's seat, "how could you make me go into a place like that? And dressed like this, for God's sake."
"Well," said Joey impatiently, "did you give him the...? Oh hi, Uncle Jake. How's business?"
She sat watching them uneasily as they stood talking together on the sidewalk. Once or twice Jake turned around and looked at her. Oh God, she thought fearfully, what am I in for now?
They both moved slowly back towards the car, still talking. "There's only one way I can do it, kid," Jake was saying. "I'll get busted for sure if I try and bring you in through the front door. I'll have to close the place up for a while and take you all round the back."
* * * * * Jake was staring at her openly as they walked up the back alley. "Not bad - not bad at all," he muttered. "She sure ain't wearing a bra - I can see that. She's damn near bouncing right out of her top." He looked at Joey. "She wearing any underwear at all, kid?"
Joey shrugged. "See for yourself, Uncle Jake. Suzie, lift up the front of your skirt and show him."
"Oh my God!" They were almost at the back entrance by now. She stopped, trembling, and looked imploringly at the older man. "M...Mister Jake, could we please go inside first? Then I'll...
I'll show you. Oh God - please!"
Joey looked immediately across at Albie. "That count as a no, buddy?"
Albie's smile was hard. "Yep. Sure does."
"So wadda we make her do?"
Albie shrugged. "You're the one she said no to, kid. It's your call."
Joey's smile broadened. He held out his hand. "Gimme your skirt, Suzie."
"My God - Joey!" She looked back incredulously over her shoulder at the mouth of the alley. "For God's sake, this is DOWNTOWN!..."
He just looked at her. "Well, waddaya know," he said. "Another no."
He shook his head resignedly, and took her handbag out of her unresisting hand. "So now you can gimme the top as well." Then he paused. "And if you still keep saying no we'll take them anyway.
There's three of us. And then we'll walk you back out to the main street without them."
"Oh GOD!" She looked beseechingly at the older man once more. But there was no sign of pity in Jake's face. He was staring at her, breathing faster and licking his lips in anticipation.
"Oh God," she said again. She reached up with trembling fingers and began slowly and reluctantly undoing the two buttons that remained on her blouse. "People are going to see me," she said in despair, looking back over her shoulder again. "Oh my God!"
"Hey, Suzie." Albie's voice came from behind her. "Joey and me are doing you a favor again. We're standing together and blocking the view from the street. You grateful for that?"
God, she thought bitterly, the things I have to be grateful for! "Yes, Mr. May," she muttered, "I'm very grateful. Thank you for... for blocking the view from the street." You little bastard!
She slid the top off her shoulders and handed it numbly to Joey, holding one trembling arm across her bare breasts as she did so.
"You don't sound real grateful," said Joey as he took the blouse. "How about we just step apart again?"
"No! Oh God - please!" She cowered behind them, both arms across her breasts, and peered fearfully over their shoulders. "Please... please stay just like that. Oh thank you, thank you, thank you for standing there..."
"Well you better get that skirt off damn fast, Suzie," said Albie impatiently. "Or we'll just step right out of the way."
"Oh God!" She fumbled hastily with the fasteners, then slid the skirt quickly down her legs and stepped out of it. "Please, Mr Jake," she said imploringly as she handed it to Joey, "can't we go inside now?"
She crouched down in despair behind both boys, with one arm still across her breasts and her other hand pressed hard over her exposed pubis. "Oh God, you can see I'm not wearing any underwear, can't you?
Oh God - please, Mr Jake. Please can we go inside now?"
"Well, yeah." Suddenly Jake sounded almost sorry for her. "Sure looks like you're not wearing any." He glanced quickly around at the surrounding buildings. "I guess we better take you inside before someone..."
"Nah," said Joey. "You can't see her when she's like that, Uncle Jake. Suzie, stand up straight and put your hands on your head. Then do a real slow turn so Uncle Jake can see for sure."
"Oh God, Joey - PLEASE!..."
"Count of three, Suzie. Then you're on your own. One...... two......"
"OK, kids." Jake's voice was firm. "Let's get her inside. I don't want someone calling the cops. In this business I can't afford it."
She just put her head down and ran, hands still clamped across her breasts and pubis. As Jake locked the door behind them she slumped to the floor, trembling all over. "Oh God," she sobbed, "I can't keep DOING this! I'm going to get arrested, I'm going to get put in jail..."
"God," said Jake, "she sure does what you kids tell her. I've never seen anything like it!"
"Yeah." Albie's tone was brutal. "She's my do-anything bitch. Aren't you, Suzie?"
"Oh God. Yes, Mr. May. But please, please, please don't keep making me..."
"Show Jake what a good bitch you are. C'mon - get up on all fours and waggle your ass for him. Like you did for me last night."
"Oh my God." She choked back her sobs and struggled up onto her hands and knees. "I'm a good doggie," she said hopelessly, wagging her hips slowly back and forth. "Oh God - I'm a good doggie."
"Bark for him, Suzie. And then sit up and beg. And let's see you panting and looking real happy."
Her face flamed. She got up onto her knees and held up her hands in front of her like two paws. "Woof, woof," she said dully. Oh God, you little bastard!
"Wow!" said Jake. He was looking down at her groin. "A shaved pussy!
God, that looks nice." He walked slowly round her as she knelt there, running his eyes all over her naked body. Then he stiffened. "My God," he said suddenly, "look at her ass! How the hell did she get all those stripes and bruises?"
"We paddled her," said Albie shortly. "Teach her to do what she's told."
Jake looked at Albie incredulously. "God," he said again. "And you kids think I got things to teach YOU?"
"Sure you have." Albie waved his arm around the store. "You got all this neat stuff. And we haven't got a clue what to do with any of it."
"Yeah. Right." Jake just stood there looking at him, slowly shaking his head in disbelief. "Listen, kid," he said at last, "how the hell did you...?" Then he stopped. "Aw, forget it - that's your business, I guess." He suddenly turned aside and headed off down one of the aisles. "I got something for you. Your first accessory. And this one's gonna be on the house."
"I told you to look happy, Suzie." Albie was looking down at her again. "And stick out your tongue and pant."
"Here you go, kid." Jake was back, carrying a wide studded dog collar with a long thin chain. "Just the thing for a cute do-anything bitch like her. You want a demo?"
"Sure," said Albie. "It's good to learn new stuff."
"OK." Jake leaned down and buckled the collar around her neck, lifting her hair up out of the way as he did so. "It's top quality -
nice and wide, with a velvet lining, so it won't mark her up. Now,"
he went on, "you can lead her around, just like with a regular collar and lead..." He tugged at the chain. "C'mon, girlie, let's go walkies like a good doggie..." And he led her around on all fours for a while in front of them.
"God," said Joey, "look at her tits, willya? Look at the way they wobble around when she's crawling."
She just hung her head, with her hair hanging down all around her face, and struggled around dumbly behind Jake on her hands and knees.
Oh God, she thought despairingly, what am I now? For God's sake, what am I now...?"
"And..." Jake continued, "you see this nice long leather loop on the end of the chain? Well, the reason it's so long is it gives you extra control. You can use it..." He paused. "...To bring her to HEEL!" And as he spoke he leaned back and flicked the end of the leather loop hard against her left buttock.
"Owwwww!" she yelped, galloping suddenly ahead on all fours. "Oh God!"
"Yaaay!" said Joey enthusiastically. "Way to go, Uncle Jake. Do it again!"
"Then there's stuff called lunging. Well, anyway, that's what they call it when you do it with horses. You kinda shorten up the chain and get a good grip on it with your left hand..." Jake leaned forward, hefting the leather loop in his other hand. "...And then you get her crawling..." <whack!> "...round and round you in a circle..."
<whack! whack! whack!> "...real fast!" <Whack! whack! whack! whack!
whack!...> "Owwwwwwwwww!" she wailed, crawling frantically around him as fast as she could on the end of the chain. "Owwwww! Owwwww! Owwwww! Owwwww!
Owwwww!..."
"God," said Albie, raising his voice over her wailing, "I never thought you could do so much with one dog lead!"
"Oh there's more, kid!" Jake was having to raise his voice as well.
He finally stopped hitting her and she collapsed sobbing in a heap on the floor in front of him. "For little doggie bitches that won't get up and walk when they're told, you got this extra long chain..." He leaned down and gripped her around the waist, hoisting her bodily up off the floor. "Gimme a hand with her," he gasped, "and I'll show you."
Both boys ran over and grabbed her. "Oh God, please," she wept. "No more hitting - please! Oh God, my bottom!..."
"Hell," said Jake, pausing with the chain still in his hand, "she ain't got much stamina, has she?"
"Well," Joey panted as he struggled to hold her up, "like we told you, we have been kinda paddling her a little bit ourselves."
A little bit! she thought bitterly. My God - you nearly killed me! "All right," she said hopelessly, "I'll stay up off the floor.
But please don't hit me any more. Please!..."
Jake leaned forward, still breathing heavily. "Now, like I was saying, you got this extra long chain. And you run it..." He turned her collar around until the chain was hanging down under her neck. "...Along underneath her and out between her legs. And then you pull it up between her ass cheeks - like this!"
"Oh...!" she gasped as he tightened the chain.
"...And then you bring it forward again over her head - you see why it's so long? - and then every time you pull on it, the chain digs into her pussy and kinda encourages her to move along. See?"
"Oh!" she gasped again. "Ohhh!... Owwwww!..." She moved forward as fast as she could. "Owwwww! Please!..."
Jake stopped pulling, and then stood looking down at her for a moment. "God," he said, licking his lips, "she sure is the sweetest-
looking little bitch!" He looked across at the boys. "I turned sixty last month, but she's making me as hard as hell. I don't suppose you kids'd let me..." His voice trailed off uncertainly.
"Fuck her?" said Albie. "Sure. Go ahead - be our guest."
"Honest? That'd be OK?" Jake hesitated again. "Uh, it might take me a while. You boys wanna fuck her first?"
Joey gave a rather tired smile. "Uncle Jake," he said, "we've been fucking her non-stop since yesterday afternoon. Fucks, blow jobs, hand jobs, hosing her face with cum, reaming her up the ass - you name it, we've done it. She's fucked our little dicks dry."
Jake looked back down at her. "God," he said incredulously, "you're a hot one, aren't you?" Then he leered. "Like `em young, huh?"
She felt her face beginning to burn. No! she wanted to scream - it's all been blackmail! Blackmail and rape! And humiliations and beatings and... Oh my God! She hung her head and tried not to sob.
He rattled her chain. "OK, little doggie," he said, "let's go have that fuck. Dog fashion, naturally." And then he laughed.
"Suzie." Albie's voice caught her attention and she turned unwillingly back to look at him. "You're not gonna talk much, are you, Suzie? While he's fucking you. You're not gonna talk much at all. Are you?"
She just crouched there, looking up at him and trembling, with Jake's hand still tight on her dog chain. Oh God, she thought despairingly -
just like last night. And you'll leave me here naked if I open my mouth, won't you? Oh God! She turned hopelessly aside and let Jake lead her away.
The little room was dirty. She could feel the grit against her knees and palms as she crawled across the floor. Jake slackened off the chain and turned round to look at her. "OK, girlie," he said, "up on the bed. Stick your face down and your tail up, like a good little bitch. It's fuck the doggie time!"
Even the mattress smelled bad. She shuddered as she pressed her face down against the dirty cover. Then she just stayed there dumbly, bottom raised, listening to him getting undressed behind her. "Get those knees apart, girlie," he said. "I want a good view of that sweet little doggie pussy." Then she jumped as his fingers found her vagina and started fondling her. "You wet for me, baby?" he said softly. "You wet for me?"
His fingers were skillful. "Ohhhh!..." she gasped. "Uhhhh!..." She started moving in spite of herself. "Ohhhhhhhh!..."
"Yeah," he said with satisfaction, "you want it all right. Like I thought - you are one hot little bitch." The bed groaned under his weight as he climbed up onto it and slid his erection into her vagina. "Oh God!" he gasped. "Ohhhhh Godddddd!..." Then he gripped her around the hips and settled down to a slow steady thrusting from behind her.
My God, she thought hopelessly, look at me! Whoring in the back room of a sleazy bondage store. She clenched her fists and beat them against the dirty mattress in utter despair. For God's sake, how much lower can I...?
Jake's voice broke through her despair. "Getting you... getting you going, aren't I, girlie?" he gasped. "I can see you...
uhhhhhhhhhh! ...clenching those cute little fists of yours." He reached around under her and shakily squeezed her dangling breasts as he kept slowly thrusting. "One thing about us old guys...
uhhhhhhhhhh!... uhhhhhhhhhh!... we... we last longer... Oh shit! -
what a sweeeeeet pussy...!"
He was breathing hoarsely now, thudding himself heavily against her again and again as he labored to come. She groaned as his groin pounded at her sore buttocks and jammed her eyes shut, trying to hold back her tears. Her hands found the sides of the mattress and gripped hard. "Oh God," she whispered brokenly. "Oh God!"
"Oh yeah!" he panted. "Oh yeah!... I can FEEL it!... Uhhhhhhhhhh!...
uhhhhhhhhhh!... uhhhhhhhhh!... uhhhhhhhhhh!... Oh God! It's... it's coming!... Uhhhhhhhhhh!... uhhhhhhhhhh!..." He started frantically mashing her breasts with his hands. "Oh Godddd!...
Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!..."
She collapsed under his weight with a grunt of distress as he sagged down onto her. "Oh God," he sighed, his hands still under her body gripping her breasts, "you sweet... sweet... SWEET little bitch..."
He pushed himself slowly up against her buttocks a few more times. "Oh God," he sighed again, "how did those lucky little bastards... ever get hold of you?" Then he gave another long sigh and slowly levered himself up off her. "OK, girlie," he said wearily, "that's it. Fun's over. Back to business. Oh God - what a sweet fuck...!"
She lay there while he dressed, trembling with shame and despair and self-disgust. She could feel his semen slowly trickling out of her vagina. Oh God, she thought hopelessly, staring at the wall, I'm going to do it - I swear I am. As soon as we're back at the apartment I'm going to slit my throat. Oh God!
"C'mon, girlie." A tug at her chain brought her back to reality. "Get up. We got shopping to do."
She stumbled numbly behind him as he led her out of the room. "Hey, kids," he called out, "where are you? I'm finished with this sweet little bitch of yours. You want a tour of the store now?"
Both boys were standing at one of the fixtures, picking up the items and turning them over in their hands. Albie turned and grinned at him. "How'd you go? Fuck her OK?"
"God, yes!" Jake turned back to her and reeled in her chain, making her stumble against him. He put one arm around her and hugged her. "God - she is the sweetest little bitch!"
"Yeah," said Albie, "she's got a sweet cunt, all right." He stood looking at her for a moment. "Suzie, give Jake a nice big kiss. And thank him for fucking you. You wouldn't want him to think he raped you or anything, would you?"
She felt her face go scarlet. She blinked sullenly at Albie, then strained up unwillingly on tiptoe and cradled Jake's face between her two trembling hands. "Th..thank you for fucking me," she said dully, and kissed him.
"Hey, Jake." Albie was still talking. "You got internet here?"
"What?..." gasped Jake, coming up for air. "Oh God - you sweet bitch..."
"Internet," Albie repeated. "You know - World Wide Web."
"Oh - yeah." Jake waved vaguely in the direction of the counter with one hand as he fondled her bare buttocks with the other. "That PC on the desk there - I leave it hooked up twenty four seven. For downloading bondage pics. Sometimes it gives the customers new ideas, and then they buy more stuff." He gripped her buttocks with both hands and pressed her groin in against his. "Oh God," he sighed, "if only I could get hard again..."
As she stood there wincing under Jake's fondling she saw Albie heading for the computer. Oh God, she thought despairingly, I know what you're going to do, you little bastard... And then Jake grabbed her by the face and started kissing her again.
"Yeah," said Albie delightedly from behind the counter. "Got it!" And as Jake kept kissing her she heard it, faintly but unmistakably from across the room: Don't stop, Joeeeeeyyyyy! Fuck me - fuck me! - fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!...
Jake wrenched his mouth away from hers and looked across at Albie. "What the hell's that?" he asked.
"Aw, nothing much," said Albie casually. "Just a little porno movie I found on the Web. Not real interesting." He got up and started slowly back towards them, looking deliberately into her face as he came closer. "I think my do-anything bitch is just about ready for a tour of your store. Waddaya say, Suzie?"
Oh God, she thought hopelessly, he really can do it! He really can find and send that damn video clip from anywhere. Oh my God! "Y...yes, Mr. May," she faltered aloud, her lip trembling, "I'd... I'd really like a tour of the store." Oh God help me!
Jake grudgingly released her, after another quick fondle. "Yeah," he said reluctantly, "I did say it was time for business, didn't I?" He gave her bare bottom one last pat, making her wince, and then picked up her chain. "OK - we start over here. Hey, Joey, why don't you bring one of those shopping trolleys? Then you can start collecting any stuff that you like."
He led them down an aisle labeled RESTRAINTS. "All kinds of gear here," he said. "Wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, collars, belts, chains, arm sheaths, spreader bars, hoods, gags... You name it, we stock it."
Albie stared around him, momentarily silenced. "So... so waddaya recommend?" he said at last.
"Well," Jake said slowly, "depends what you wanna do with her." He picked up two leather cuffs hanging from a short leather strap. "I think this'd be a good start. It'll keep her hands out of the way while we try some other stuff on her."
"Yeah," said Joey eagerly, "let's do it! How do you use it, Uncle Jake?"
"It's real easy. You get her hands round behind her back - c'mon, kids, you can hold one arm each - and then you put the cuffs on.
Yeah - that's it! And now we turn her collar around, with the chain at the back, and pull her wrists up..."
"Owwwww!" she gasped. "Not so far up! Oh God - please!..."
"...And clip the strap onto the same D-ring as the chain..." Jake stepped back, breathing heavily. "And there you go!"
"Oh God - please! Too far up... Hurting me...!"
Jake smiled, and then reached forward to fondle her out-thrust breasts. "You'll get used to it, girlie. You're gonna be real limber and fit by the time we've finished with you." He took hold of the chain again. "And now," he went on, "I'll show you something else you can do with a nice long chain like this. You run it down her back...
through between her legs... and then pull it up tight between her pussy lips. Just like... this!"
"Ahhhhh...!" She strained up on tiptoe. "Owwwww! Oh God!..."
"...And then you sling the chain over your shoulder - like this - and then you tow her along to the next section in the store. See?"
"Ohhhh!..." she gasped, straining at her cuffs and hurrying frantically behind him on tiptoe. "Oh!... Owww!... Owww!... Oh God -
please!..."
Suddenly he stopped, slackening off the chain. "Ohhhhh," she sighed gratefully, settling back trembling down onto her heels again. "Oh God!"
"Yeah," he said thoughtfully, looking back at her, "there's something else she needs before we go on. Something she needs real bad." He reached over to the display and picked up a large red ball gag. "Open your mouth, girlie."
"No," she muttered through gritted teeth, shaking her head from side to side. "No!"
Jake smiled again. "OK, then," he said, "we'll do it the hard way."
And he wrenched her chain upwards as hard as he could.
"AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, leaping back up on tiptoe with her mouth gaping open from the pain. "Mmmmppppphhhhhh!"
she gasped as Jake jammed the ball gag straight into her open mouth. "Ummmmmmfffffffffffff!" He quickly dropped the chain and grabbed her behind the head, forcing the ball further into her mouth with his other hand.
"C'mon, kids," he panted as he struggled with her, "don't just stand there! One of you grab the gag straps and do `em up behind her head!"
Between the three of them she was soon subdued. "That was real stupid, girlie," Jake panted, stepping back to look at her. "You coulda had a tooth knocked out or something."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned, shaking her head despairingly from side to side. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
"Look at her drooling," said Joey. "It's running all down her chin!"
"Yeah," said Jake. "One of the nice things about a ball gag. Makes them look like they've got a mouthful of cum or something." He tugged at her chain again. "C'mon, girlie. Next section." Then he smiled at Joey. "Things oughta be a little bit quieter from now on."
She hurried desperately behind him on tiptoe, grunting from the tug of the chain up between her labia. Then she caught a glimpse of the sign over the next section and almost screamed with horror into her gag. PUNISHMENT the sign said.
The next hour was almost nothing but pain. First, both boys held her, with her wrists still cuffed behind her back, while Jake teased her nipples to erection and then clamped a crushingly spring-loaded clip onto each one. Then they released her, and laughed while she ran wildly around with her chain trailing behind her, screaming into her gag and frantically banging and rubbing her breasts against anything she could find, trying desperately to dislodge the excruciating clamps from her tortured nipples.
After they had tired of that they fastened a spreader bar to her ankles, spreading her legs wide apart. Then Jake and Albie held her up on her feet while Joey manipulated her almost to the point of orgasm, and then ran a little metal wheel with needle-sharp points all over her erect nipples and her labia and her swollen clitoris -
oh God, her clitoris! - and then continued manipulating her and running the sharp little points over her clitoris again and again until she came. And the pleasure-pain, pain-pleasure almost drove her completely insane.
Then when she had recovered, Jake clamped little clips with viciously serrated teeth onto her labia. And they made her squat awkwardly, still with the spreader bar on her ankles, and hung heavy weights from the clips, and beat her bare buttocks with a strap until she finally managed to straighten her knees and slowly and excruciatingly hoist the weights up off the floor. And then they set the weights swinging back and forth on her grotesquely stretched labia, and held her upright while she shrieked and wailed and howled into her gag. It was only when Albie became concerned that she might be stretched permanently out of shape that they finally stopped.
Then Jake held her over a table by her chain, while both boys tried out a variety of whips and paddles and crops and quirts on her reddened bottom. "Careful," said Albie at one point. "Don't hit her where it's gonna show after she gets dressed." And then he started hitting her buttocks even harder, while she jerked and shrieked and strained at her cuffs and kicked her legs out frantically behind her.
Finally it was over. She huddled naked and shivering and whimpering in an old armchair, squeezing her thighs gingerly together around her tortured groin and slowly massaging her aching nipples and her cramped shoulders. She could still taste the rubber taste of the ball gag, and her jaw ached from being stretched open for so long. Oh God, she thought in dull despair as she tried to find a less painful position for her punished buttocks, so this is what it's like in hell. Oh God...!
"That's a lotta stuff you got there, kid." Jake was looking at Joey's loaded trolley. "You got any idea how much it's all gonna cost?"
"But we let you fuck her, Uncle Jake," Joey protested. "Don't we get some payback for that?"
Jake just looked at him. "Listen, kid, I can fuck a cute young college girl for only a coupla hundred. There's no way she's worth more than that. And you got about seven or eight hundred bucks worth of stuff there."
She slowly closed her eyes. Oh God, she thought dully, here I am in hell, and I don't even make the grade as a whore. And she shivered again.
Jake was still talking. "OK - seeing you're family I'm gonna be real, real generous. I'll give you two fifty credit for the fuck. But that still leaves..." He quickly scanned each item through the cash register. "...Four eighty six bucks owing. And you're not taking that stuff outa here till I get it - family or no family!"
"But Uncle Jake..." Joey protested again.
"It's OK, kid." It was Albie's voice. "Our do-anything bitch is gonna pay for it. Aren't you, Suzie?"
"What...?" She opened her eyes and stared blankly up at him. Then she slowly rubbed her sore nipples once more. "Oh God..."
"Lemme see." Albie dug into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a fistful of crumpled bills. "You've still got..." He counted them. "...Fifty six bucks in cash. That's not enough. So I guess you're gonna have to use your credit card to get us outa here. Aren't you?" He picked up her purse and handed it to her.
Out of here. The words finally penetrated. If I pay I can get out of here. Out of this hell! She started fumbling in her purse, looking for her credit card. But she couldn't find it. She searched again, her hands trembling, but she still couldn't find it. Finally she dumped the entire contents of the purse into her naked lap and scrabbled through them. "My credit card," she said desperately. "It's gone!"
Joey giggled. "You haven't lost stuff again, have you, Suzie? God, you sure are careless with your things."
She just looked at him. Oh God - you bastard, she thought hopelessly.
You horrible, horrible, horrible little bastard! She glanced quickly across at Jake and trembled. Oh God, what now? For God's sake - what now?
Jake looked at his nephew and gave a wry smile. "So you wanna play that kind of game, do you, kid? OK - I'll play along." Then he turned at looked down at her. "Looks like you're gonna have to work off the debt, girlie."
Oh God - I knew it! she thought despairingly. More rape - more torture! Oh God, it'll take him so long to get his money's worth he'll keep me here in this hell all night!
"There's only one problem." Suddenly Jake looked quite wistful. "There's no way I'm gonna be able to get it up again tonight. Not after that fuck she gave me." He turned away and moved over to his computer. "But I got another idea. Joey, do me a favor, willya? Go look down the back of the store and see if you can find an old cardboard stand with a poster on it - about six foot high. I need it." And he settled down in front of his computer and started typing.
Joey came back with the poster before he had finished. "That's great, kid." He got up from the computer and turned the cardboard stand around so that the blank back was facing out into the store. "Hey, girlie," he said - "c'mere. C'mere and stand in front of this for a while."
Oh God, she thought fearfully as she limped painfully over towards him, what's it going to be now? Some fresh piece of hell, that's for sure!
He posed her in front of the blank cardboard, with her head thrown back and one knee forward and her left hand held out in front of her. "Great," he said. "Perfect! Hold that pose." And he picked up a black marker and quickly sketched her outline on the surface behind her. Then he moved her aside and touched up the silhouette until he was satisfied. "Not bad," he said at last. "Not bad at all. Her tits and ass look great, even if do I say so myself. Waddaya think, kids?"
"Looks good," said Albie. "But what's it for?"
"I'm not finished yet, kid." Jake went back to his computer. "You'll see when I'm done." And he started typing again. "Let's see," he muttered. "About 30 point text oughta do it. Yeah - now we print."
He stuck the sheet of paper up in the top left corner of the poster and stepped back. "How's that?" he asked.
She stood there in growing horror, reading the large lettering. "Oh God," she whispered.

TRY AFTER YOU BUY!
Our naked model, Susan, will test drive your purchases if you want. Please ask at the counter.
She will: model your lingerie purchases; let you try out your clamps and whips and paddles on her, and tell you which ones are the most effective.
ONLY PURCHASES THAT HAVE BEEN PAID FOR CAN BE TESTED (BUT EXCHANGES CAN BE MADE FOR OTHER GOODS OF SIMILAR VALUE).

"Hey," said Joey, "what a fantastic great idea! Uncle Jake, you're a genius." He looked at the older man. "Can we stay and watch?"
"Just a sec." Jake was back at the computer. "I just had another idea." He sat working for a while longer and then took a second sheet out of the printer. Then he carefully positioned it halfway down the right side of the poster, just above the silhouette of her buttocks.

BONUS KITS - $80 (With every purchase of $400 or more) A pack of mixed condoms, and Susan to try them out on (in, that is!). Decide which type of condom you like best, and then we'll give you three packs of that type for free.

"Yeah," he said with satisfaction, stepping back to admire the poster, "that'll do. That'll do just great." He turned to her and beckoned. "C'mere, girlie. Let's see how it looks with you posing naked in front of it."
"No." She started shaking her head, slowly at first and then faster and faster. "No! Oh God - no!" She felt her knees giving way and she sank to the floor in front of him. "Oh God," she sobbed in despair, "I'm not a slut. I'm not a whore! Oh my God, a week ago I had - oh God! - I had a NORMAL LIFE!" Suddenly she threw herself forward and clutched him round the ankles. "Oh God, Mr Jake, you must've had a mother, you must have sisters. Oh God, don't do this to me! Don't do this to me - pleeeeeeeeeease!"
There was an uneasy silence, broken only by the sound of her hopeless sobbing against Jake's feet. Then she slowly became aware of Albie clicking and tapping at the computer keyboard behind the counter. He started singing some homemade tune under his breath. "Six years..."
he crooned softly. "Maybe seven... With a big fat dyke... And a piss bucket in the corner..." He paused. "There!" he said with satisfaction. "One email - ready to go."
"No!" she screamed. "Oh God - noooooooooo!" She leapt frantically to her feet and rushed over to the poster. "Oh God, Mr. May, I'm doing it," she gabbled, looking desperately at him over her shoulder as she held herself in position. "I'm posing in front of the poster, I'm doing what I'm told, I'm not saying no! Oh God, Mr. May -
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
Jake stood looking incredulously back and forth between the two of them. "God!" he said at last. "Kid, you gotta tell me - you just gotta tell me! What the fuck are you holding over this bitch, for God's sake?"
"Enough," said Albie grimly, staring steadily at her. "Enough so she's always gonna do what I tell her. Aren't you, Suzie?"
She just stood there, holding the pose with tears streaming down her cheeks. "Yes, Mr. May," she whispered in utter despair. "Oh God -
yes!"
"You gonna open up now, Uncle Jake?" It was Joey's eager voice. "I wanna see them all doing it to her."
Oh God, you little bastard, she thought hopelessly. If it hadn't been for you I wouldn't even be here at all! Oh God, I...
"I dunno." Jake's reluctant voice broke through her thoughts. "Those guys weren't real happy when I shut up shop early. I don't think a lot of them are gonna come back if I open up again now." He let out a regretful sigh. "Looks like we might have to do this some other night." Then he looked sharply at Albie. "But don't go thinking you can welch on this deal, kid!"
She felt a sudden surge of hope. I'll have time to pay the debt! she thought with a desperate rush of relief. I won't have to come here at all! "M...Mister Jake," she said, her voice trembling, "I can find my credit card by tomorrow. Or get another one! I'll pay you right after school tomorrow - I swear I will!"
"Do what you like, Suzie." Albie sounded suddenly indifferent. "But you're gonna come back here one way or the other. This idea's too good to miss out on. Specially if Jake pays me a percentage."
"Hey - no, problem, kid." Jake suddenly started smiling. "How does ten percent sound?"
"Oh nooooo!" She sank to the floor again in utter despair. "Oh God -
nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
"On the gross?"
"Hey, that doesn't leave me a lot of profit margin. How about seven and a half?"
She lay there huddled in a trembling naked ball on the floor, listening to them negotiating over her head. Oh God, she thought, shivering in hopeless despair, I'm being sold into slavery. For God's sake, this is the twenty first century! Oh God, oh God, oh GODDDDDDD!!...
"Come along, Suzie." She jumped as Albie's sneaker poked at her bare buttock. "Time to go. Jake doesn't need you back here till next Wednesday."
She stood there dumbly putting her clothes back on as Joey handed them to her. Then she walked listlessly over to the armchair and picked up the contents of her purse. "Oh God," she said again as she stumbled towards the door.
"Hey, Uncle Jake." Joey turned back and looked over his shoulder. "What if the cops come in here and see that sign?"
"Don't worry, kid - I can smell a cop a mile away. I'll have that poster turned around before they're even in the door." Jake turned it swiftly around to display a lurid picture of a woman in latex and chains. "See?"
She sat in the car, still trembling, and looked hopelessly across at Albie. "Mr. May, you... you're not really going to make me come back here and do that. Are you, Mr. May? For God's sake!"
"What's the problem, Suzie?" Joey's voice came from the back seat. "It's all gonna be safe sex. Didn't you hear what Uncle Jake said? They're all gonna use condoms!"
"Yeah," said Albie. "And another thing, Suzie. I'm starting to get real pissed off with all your whining. Specially in front of other people. From now on when I tell you to do something you just fucking do it. You got that?"
She just closed her eyes. "Yes, Mr. May," she said hopelessly. "Oh God!"
"And now," he went on, "we're all gonna go to a pizza place on the way home. I'm starving. And you're gonna come in with us in those clothes. And you're not gonna fucking whine about it. Got it?"
There's no pity, she thought despairingly. There's no pity - and there's no hope. Oh God!
She was crying again as she reached forward and started the car.
* * * * * "God," said Joey as Albie locked the apartment door behind them, "that pizza tasted great. Just great. That was real nice of you, Suzie. Real generous."
"They called me a slut," she said dully. "I heard them - they were standing behind us. They said, `Look at that slut. Look how she's dressed in front of those two young boys.' " Her lip trembled. "Oh God, why did you make me go in there dressed like this? Oh God - why?"
"Awww," said Joey, stroking her face in mock sympathy, "did the nasty peoples say nasty things about your clothes? Daddy can fix that for you - Daddy can take off the bad clothes and throw them away." He unbuttoned her top and slid it down her arms. Then he unfastened her skirt and pulled it down to her knees and left it there. "And Daddy'll take off his bad clothes and get naked too. `Cause Daddy's just about ready..." He paused, and sneered at her. "... For another FUCK!"
"God, kid," said Albie, as he stood watching Joey's erection come bobbing free, "you got more stamina than me. I'm not even halfway hard again yet."
"Yeah," said Joey as he peeled off his shirt. "Well I've been getting hard ever since she started crawling round in front of me, with her bald cunt sticking out under her ass. And that's just the way I wanna fuck her now - crawling!" He turned to her. "C'mon, Suzie," he said impatiently - "finish getting naked. I'm not gonna do every fucking thing for you, for God's sake."
"Oh God." She pulled her arms out of her top and stepped out of her skirt. Then she came over and got down on her hands and knees in front of him, still trembling. "Oh God," she said again, and hung her head.
Joey knelt down behind her. "Get your knees apart," he said roughly. "How am I supposed to stick my dick up your cunt when you're like that?" He grabbed her by the hips and slowly pushed his erect penis up into her vagina. "Oh God," he gasped, "for an old bitch you sure have got a nice cunt!" He gave a couple of experimental thrusts and then stopped. "OK, doggie bitch," he said, "now we're gonna have a crawling fuck. Every time I do THIS!... uuuuuuuhhhh! ...you're gonna crawl one step forward. And you're gonna say `woof, woof!' Got it, doggie bitch?"
"Yes, Joey." Oh God!
"OK," he panted, "then here we go... Uuuuuuuhhh!..."
She crawled forward, wincing from the impact against her sore buttocks. "Woof, woof," she said obediently. Oh God!
"Uuuuuuuhhhh!..."
"Woof, woof."
"Uuuuuuuhhhh!..."
"Woof, woof."
"Uuuuuuuhhhh!..."
"Woof, woof." Oh God!
She had crawled all the way across the living room and in through the door of the master bedroom before his breathing finally started to speed up. "Oh God!" he gasped. "Oh yeah!... Oh God!... I'm fucking coming!... Uuuuuuuhhhh!.... Uuuuuuuhhhh!.... Uuuuuuuhhhh!....
Uuuuuuuhhhh!.... Oh fuck!... Oh Goddddddd!... Oh fuuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkkk!!..."
They were lying together in a heap on the floor, with Joey still panting hoarsely, when Albie came in. Now he was naked as well. He closed the door behind him. "There we are, Suzie," he said. "Just the three of us." Then he held up the heavy bag from Jake's shop. "And all this great stuff. Isn't that cosy?"
"Oh God," gasped Joey. "Just... just gimme a minute, buddy." He squeezed one of her breasts and then ran his hand shakily down over her hip. "Oh God - how many fucks does that make since yesterday?
I've lost count..."
Albie emptied the bag out noisily onto the bed. "Yeah," he said. "Well now I wanna get hard again too. And maybe some of this stuff'll do the trick." He looked down at the two of them on the floor. "C'mon, kid," he said impatiently, "get your dick out of her cunt for a change. I want her up here on the bed."
"Ohhhhhh fuck..." Joey rolled wearily away from her and lay on his back on the floor. "Oh God," he said tiredly, "I've never fitted so many fucks into just one weekend. This is fucking great!..."
Great for who? she thought bitterly. Not for me, that's for sure! She struggled up shakily onto her hands and knees. His semen was starting to trickle down her thighs.
Albie stood watching her as she dragged herself to her feet. "Suzie,"
he said suddenly, "you looked good walking around out there without any underwear. You looked real, real good."
She stood there blinking sullenly at him. Oh yes, she thought bitterly, it was wonderful fun. I'm so glad you enjoyed it!
"In fact," Albie continued, "you looked so good that that's the way I want you from now on. No underwear. No underwear when you're home, no underwear when you're out shopping, no underwear at school." He reached out and fondled one of her breasts. "So I can feel you up at school whenever I want. Or maybe even fuck you in the storeroom if I feel like it."
She just looked at him. Then she felt the tears starting. "Mr. May...
Mr. May, I can't! Oh for God's sake, I can't do that. Everyone...
everyone'll notice, for God's sake!" She sank down in despair onto the edge of the bed and put her head in her hands. "Oh my God - I just CAN'T!..."
"Awww, shucks." Joey was sitting up on the floor now, looking at her. "Real modest, are we? Don't want our boobs bouncing up and down the hallways, do we?" He looked across at Albie. "How about we let her buy back her bra, buddy?"
Albie looked puzzled. "Waddaya mean, kid? Pay us for it or something?
That's not what I want. I wanna feel her up any time I like."
"Nah," said Joey, "I don't mean money." He struggled up off the floor, and waved his hand at the bondage equipment scattered all over the bed. "We got all this great stuff, right? So we make her pay a price for wearing a bra." He bent down and picked up a nipple clamp, and then reached over and grabbed one of her breasts. "And the price is..." He attached the clamp to her nipple and began to slowly screw it tight.
"Ohhhh!..." she gasped.
"...For each tit that she's got inside a bra cup she's gotta wear one of these - all day." And he kept slowly tightening the little screw.
"Oh God!" Her hands flapped frantically near her breast, wanting desperately to remove the clamp but fearing what they might do to her. "Oh God - take it off, take it off, take it offff!..."
Then he smiled at her and held up two different clamps, wicked-
looking little devices with small serrated teeth. "And if you wanna wear panties, Suzie, then you gotta wear two of THESE on your cunt lips..."
"What the hell's going on here?" The deep male voice from the doorway suddenly made them all turn around in alarm.
"Dad!" gasped Albie in horror. "Oh my God!"


CHAPTER 13

The older man stood looking at them from the doorway. Then he spoke. "You kids," he said, "get dressed and go take a hike. NOW!"
"Dad," said Albie frantically, "I can explain everything, I swear I can, I..."
"Move! Both of you. Right out of this apartment. And don't hurry back."
Both naked boys scuttled past him, holding their hands self-
consciously in front of their crotches. Then they dressed hurriedly in Albie's room. The man stood watching impassively until the front door closed behind them.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her face bright with humiliation, with a sheet clutched tightly in front of her to hide her nakedness.
Then as she stared fearfully at the man's back she again became aware of the painful clamp on her throbbing left nipple. She reached surreptitiously up under the sheet and slowly and awkwardly unscrewed it with one trembling hand, trying to bite back her soft groans as the clamp finally came free.
The man turned slowly in the doorway and stood looking at her. "And how the fuck," he said at last, "did my underage son manage to get hold of a hooker?"
She closed her eyes and bowed her head, her face burning hotter than ever. "I'm not a hooker," she muttered hopelessly, clutching the sheet even tighter against her bare breasts. "Oh God, I'm not a hooker."
"Well you could've fooled me. Bare ass naked in my bedroom with my kid. What the hell else could you be?"
The words stung. "I'm his schoolteacher!" she burst out in angry despair. "And that little bastard of a son of yours has been making my life absolute hell for the past week! He's blackmailed me, he's raped me, he's beaten me, he's..."
"What?" said the man incredulously. "How the hell...?"
"He found some old pinups I posed for ten years ago," she said bitterly. "And he used them to blackmail me into having sex with him.
Only I didn't know the camera was running while we were doing it, did I? And then he used those photos to blackmail me even more. And then he took videos of me with that other little bastard, and then he..."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" The man held up his hands hastily. "Slow down!
I'm not making sense of any of this." His face softened a little. "Maybe you ought to get dressed and calm down and then tell me all about it."
* * * * * She sat in the armchair, fully dressed, with a drink clutched tightly between her trembling hands. "...And they were just starting to try out some of that..." She stopped, and shuddered. "...That dreadful equipment on me when you arrived."
Albie's father sat on the sofa staring at her, shaking his head slowly in incredulity. "My God," he said at last. "So you've been having non-stop sex with my fifteen-year-old son. And that other kid -
he only looked about twelve!"
"He's fourteen!" she said savagely. "And he's a horrible little monster. Most of the unspeakable things that have happened to me were thanks to him. He makes your son look like an angel by comparison."
"But you've broken the law," he went on insistently. "Underage sex.
That's... that's statutory rape. That's a criminal offence."
"But I already told you! They forced me to do it. None of it was my idea!"
"I don't know," he muttered. "Underage sex - right here in my apartment. I don't see how I can just pretend it didn't happen. I'd be an accessory to a crime."
She opened her mouth to protest again. And then suddenly she saw it -
the way he was licking his lips, the stealthy glances at her body. My God! she thought, appalled, he's no better than his son. He's waiting for me to... to... Oh God! She averted her face as the fresh sense of despair flooded over her. "Oh God," she said hopelessly. "And for one stupid moment I thought you might even help me." She squeezed her eyes tight shut and sat there trembling. "Oh my God. All right -
what... what do you want to keep quiet about it?"
He didn't answer. Finally she opened her eyes and looked across at him, still blinking back her hopeless tears. He had his thighs open, and the bulge of his erection was plainly visible in the crotch of his trousers. He licked his lips once more.
She slid down onto her knees and let out a despairing moan. The glass slipped from her hand as she got down on all fours and crawled slowly over towards him. "Oh God," she moaned again as she reached up shakily to unzip his fly.
"Oh shit!" he gasped, as her mouth closed over his erection. His hands grabbed for her hair. "Oh fuck! I don't believe this!"
I don't believe it either, she thought bitterly. Here I am kneeling in front of a complete stranger, with his penis in my mouth. For God's sake, what have I become? And she closed her eyes and concentrated grimly on what she had to do.
"Oh yeah..." he panted, tightening his fingers in her hair. His breathing quickened. "Oh yeah... Oh God, I could never get my ex to do this. Always wanted it... Oh God... Oh FUCK!..."
She felt his trembling increase as she worked. My God, she thought, shuddering slightly, any minute now - another mouthful! For God's sake, will I have to keep doing this to every damn man I meet?
"Oh yeahhhhhhh!..." he screamed, ramming her face into his crotch. "I'm coming... coming... COMIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!..."
She started sucking and swallowing desperately as the thick liquid pulsed out into her mouth. "Oh yeah..." he moaned, slumping back in his chair. His fingers slowly slackened their grip in her hair. "Oh yeah... Oh God... Oh yeah..." He reached down and shakily groped one of her breasts through her clothing. "Oh my God. So that's what you've been doing for my son..." His head fell back. "Ohhhhh fuuuuuuck...!"
She lifted her face out of his lap. "Will that be all?" she asked bitterly, still trembling. "Can I go now?"
He flinched as if she had hit him. Then his face darkened. "No," he said angrily. "No - that won't be all." He hesitated, glaring at her and obviously searching for some way of striking back. Then he took a deep breath. "You... you've been making some pretty wild accusations about my son - how he's supposedly been beating you and all. So prove them. Take off your clothes and show me the marks on your ass."
She just knelt there, looking sullenly up at him but not moving.
"You want me to phone the cops?" he said.
"No," she said wearily, "I don't want you to phone the police." She got slowly to her feet and reached up to start reluctantly unbuttoning her blouse. "Oh God."
He sat watching her, unashamedly fondling his limp penis through his open fly, until she was completely naked. His lips twisted. "So you're not a hooker, but you just happen to have a shaved pussy, right?"
She flushed. "I told you," she muttered. "Your son made me do it."
"Oh yeah, I forgot. The devil made you do it. None of it was your idea." He reached out his free hand. "Lemme feel it. See if you've got a five o'clock shadow." Then he laughed.
Her face burned even brighter. She moved unwillingly closer, and then flinched as he grabbed at her pubic mound.
"Mmmm," he said thoughtfully, running his fingers slowly over her shaven triangle. "Not bad. Pretty damn smooth, in fact." Then one of his fingers slid inside her and found her clitoris.
"Aaahh!..." she gasped, responding involuntarily to his touch.
"What's your name, Teacher?" His finger was moving faster now.
"Ohhhhh!..." she gasped, trembling. "A...A...Susan. Susan Jones. Oh God...!"
His finger slid further up inside her vagina, searching for her G-
spot. "Mrs or Miss?"
"Oh God!... I told you... Your son threatened to... to tell my husband!... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!..."
Suddenly he withdrew his finger, leaving her panting and trembling in front of him. "You're a real horny bitch, aren't you? For a rape victim." He smirked up at her. "I've got just the thing for you. My ex left it behind when she moved out." He got up, with his limp penis still hanging out his trousers, and pushed her to one side. Then he went into his bedroom.
Her breathing was just starting to slow when he reappeared in the doorway. "Here - catch," he said, throwing her a large red vibrator. "Turn it on and get started. Let's see how long you can stay on your feet."
She fumbled to catch it, her face burning even redder than the vibrator. Then she stood looking at him, still trembling, as he sat down again in front of her and started fondling his penis again. "Please," she whispered. "Mr May - please..."
He shrugged, then started to get up for a second time. "Suit yourself, lady. I'll just phone the cops and tell them everything."
"No!" She stumbled forward, trying to prevent him getting up. "I'll do what you want. Please don't phone them. Oh God, please!"
His smirk returned. "Not quite so snooty now, huh? OK, switch it on and start fucking yourself." The smirk became harder as his hand tightened on his penis. "I want to see the whole eight inches pumping in and out of that shaved cunt. And I want to see you doing it real fast till I tell you to stop."
"Oh God," she whispered. Then she looked down helplessly at the unfamiliar object in her hands. "I... I don't know..."
"Oh for God's sake," he said disgustedly - "the knob. Twist the fucking knob on the back end." He shook his head. "Well, one thing's for sure - you're no hooker. Not if you don't even know how to turn on a vibrator."
She flushed again, and then fumbled inexpertly with the knurled plastic wheel. "Oh!..." she gasped as it suddenly started buzzing, and almost dropped it.
"That's it. Now pull your cunt lips apart with one hand and fuck yourself with the other. And hurry it up - I haven't got all night."
Her face was burning. She darted one more hopeless look at him and slowly pulled her labia apart with her free hand. Then she hesitantly brought the tip of the vibrator up to the mouth of her vagina. "Ohhhhhh!..." she gasped again as the buzzing plastic touched her.
"Shove it in," he said impatiently. He was fondling his penis faster now. "All the way. And then get on with the action."
"Oh God." She began hesitantly pushing the plastic cylinder up inside herself, shuddering as the vibration began spreading through the whole length of her vagina. "Ohhhhhh... Ohhhhhh..."
"C'mon - pump it. Pump it!"
She could feel her knees shaking as she started moving it slowly in and out. Without even realizing she found herself pressing it hard up against her clitoris. Her knees started to shake even more. "Ahhhhhh... Ahhhhhh... Ohhhhhh... Oh God..."
"Fuck yourself faster, lady. Or I'll call the cops right now."
She let out an involuntary sob as she forced herself to obey him, thrusting the vibrator in and out as fast as she could. And then suddenly the insistent buzzing against her clitoris took her over the edge. "Oh God!" she wailed as her knees buckled under her. "Aaahhh...
aaaaaahhhhhh... AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!..."
He sat watching as she slumped gasping and panting to the floor. "Yeah," he said after her breathing started to slow, "like I thought - real horny." He shook his head. "You know something? I don't believe any of that shit about you being under duress. I think you've been getting off on everything those kids did with you." His lips twisted. "So let's see your ass. Let's see about all those so-
called beatings."
"Oh God." She fumbled clumsily at her crotch to turn off the still-
buzzing vibrator. Then she struggled to her feet, still breathing heavily, and stood naked and trembling in front of him. "Mr May," she said desperately, "I... I swear that everything I've told you is the truth. I..."
"Shut up. Shut up and turn around."
She flushed and did as she was told, biting her lip in humiliation.
She heard him gasp as her bruised buttocks came into view. "My God!"
he said incredulously. "So they DID paddle you. Fuck - look at those stripes!" Then he muttered, almost as an afterthought: "God, when I think of that bitch of an ex-wife of mine - the number of times I wished I could've paddled HER." He paused, obviously savoring the sight, then suddenly snapped his fingers. "Come here."
She stumbled closer to him, still trembling. He pointed at his lap, where his fly gaped open and his limp penis still hung out of it. "Get over my knee. If I can't paddle her then I'll paddle you instead. Maybe you'll yell loud enough for her to hear." He smiled thinly. "She's only about a thousand miles away."
Oh God in heaven, she thought in despair, haven't I suffered enough this weekend? Oh my God! She licked her trembling lips. "Mr May, please," she said hopelessly - "those boys have hurt me so much I...
I just couldn't bear any more..."
"You've got exactly five seconds." He was still pointing at his lap. "Before I phone the cops."
"Oh my God." Shivering with despair she climbed slowly and unwillingly across his lap. "Oh God - please..."
He started roughly fondling her dangling breasts with one hand. "Mmmm," he said happily, kneading her bruised buttocks with the other hand and pushing her naked crotch down hard against his exposed penis, "I'm gonna enjoy this. If I can't punish one bitch then I'll sure as hell punish another." His hand lifted up off her buttocks. "Let's see if that bitch Felicity can hear this one." And then his hand came slamming down again. <SLAP!> "Owwwwww!" she yelped, convulsing on top of him. "Oh God!"
"Nah," he said scornfully, "not loud enough. I told you - she's a thousand miles away. Let's try again." <SLAP!> <SLAP!> <SLAP!> "Owwwwww! Aaaaaaah! Owwwwwwwww! Oh God! Mr May - PLEASE!..."
"Nah, that's still not loud enough. C'mon, you're a schoolteacher -
you've gotta know about yelling at kids. Let's HEAR it!" <SLAP!> <SLAP!> <SLAP!> <SLAP!> <SLAP!> <SLAP!> "Aaaarrrrgggghhhh! Owwwwww... Owwwwww... Owwwwww... Owwwwww...
OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!... Oh God, I can't bear it, I can't bear it...!"
Heedless of the consequences she flung herself desperately off his lap and grabbed frantically for his crotch. "Oh God, I'll give you sex, I'll suck you, I'll suck you. Oh God, please don't hurt me any more - please please please..."
He gripped her by the hair and tipped her face up. "You already did that. You think I'm gonna come again so soon? At my age?"
She was hastily groping for his still-limp penis with trembling fingers, even as she kept looking up into his face. "Oh God yes," she gabbled desperately, "I'm very good I can suck you so well I'm sure I can make you come again. Oh God, please please please please please..."
He kept looking down at her and she fell silent, with her hands still at his crotch and her lips trembling.
His smile was hard. "So you're not a hooker, but you just happen to have a shaved cunt. AND you just happen to be a blow job expert. AND you're just begging for the chance to suck me off again. Right?"
Her face burned. Oh God, she thought in despair, you're hurting me so much, what other choice do I have? "Yes," she whispered dully. "Please... please let me suck you off again."
"OK," he said shortly, "give me the full treatment. Undress me real slow and sexy and then give me the world's best blow job." He glanced at his watch. "But don't take too long. I haven't got all night."
Yeah, right, she thought hopelessly - do it slow and sexy but don't take too long. Oh God! Her fingers were still trembling as she reached up to unbutton his shirt.
"Stand up," he said suddenly. "And spread your legs. I want to feel you up some more while you're undressing me."
"Oh God," she whispered again. She forced herself shakily to her feet, still unbuttoning his shirt. Then she flinched as his hand went between her legs.
"C'mon," he said roughly, "get `em apart. I want that shaved cunt of yours wide open."
Her face became even hotter as she obeyed him. She finished undoing his shirt and slid it back off his shoulders, wincing as his finger started thrusting roughly into her. Then as she bent over and reached down towards his trousers he grabbed at her dangling breasts again. "Yeah," he said happily, fondling her vagina and breasts and lifting his buttocks as she pulled his trousers down, "this is more like it. We definitely should've done it naked last time." As she crouched down to undo his shoes and pull his clothing free he released her crotch reluctantly, then opened his thighs wide. He sighed again as her mouth closed over his penis and her hair brushed his bare stomach. "Yeah - much more like it! But like I said - don't take all night."
She tried everything she knew to stimulate him, but his penis stayed limp. Then she sensed him finally starting to stir with impatience on the sofa and her desperation grew. "C'mon," he growled at last, "I told you to hurry it up." He grabbed her by the hair and looked down into her face. "Five more minutes," he said. "After that we go back to the paddling."
"Oh God." She let out a desperate little sob and redoubled her efforts. But his flaccid organ still didn't respond. Then her heart sank as she felt an increasing pull at her hair. "No!" she gasped as he started pulling her face away from his crotch. "No!" she wailed again, struggling frantically to keep her mouth down against his penis. "I CAN suck you, I CAN make you hard, I CAN make you come again - please, please, please..."
"Shut up." His tone was hard as he stared down at her. "Stop wasting my time." He pulled even harder at her hair, bending her head back and making her frightened eyes look directly into his. "Get up and go stand over there." He pointed towards the coffee table with his free hand. "Then bend over and put your hands down flat on the table. With your feet apart and your ass sticking out."
"Oh God - please!" She scrabbled desperately for his genitals with both hands. "I SWEAR I can make you..."
"Owwww!" he yelped, quickly grabbing both her wrists. "You trying to bust my balls or something, you stupid bitch?" He leaned forward, his hands still clamped around her wrists, until his face was just inches from hers. "Do - what - I - tell - you," he said slowly and deliberately. "Or I'll phone the fucking cops RIGHT NOW!"
"Oh GOD!" Her wail was absolute despair. As he pushed her away she staggered to her feet and stumbled slowly and unwillingly to the coffee table. Her tears fell onto the polished surface as she pressed her hands down against it. "Oh God, oh God, oh God..."
Before she realized where he had gone, he suddenly re-emerged from the bedroom holding a heavy leather strap. She felt herself going cold all over. "Mr May," she whispered, still staying in position over the table, "please - for God's sake..."
He ignored her and flexed the strap slowly between his hands as he stood there naked in front of her. "Yeah," he said with satisfaction -
"nice one. Those kids picked up some real neat stuff. Felicity ought to hear you OK if I paddle you with this." He moved beside her and raised his arm, then suddenly brought it slamming down. <WHAPPP!> "Aaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" she screamed, leaping upright and grabbing at her beaten buttock with both hands. "Owwwwwwwwwwww! Oh GOD!..." She hopped desperately from one foot to the other, trying to relieve the pain. "Owwwwwwwww!"
"Hey," he said as her wails subsided, "your tits wobbled real great when we did that! That was a real turn on. Put your hands back down on the table and let's see it again." And he raised his arm once more.
"Oh God, please...!" Her tears were flowing freely now, as she stood trembling in front of him and still clutching her punished buttock. "Please, Mr May..."
He tapped the coffee table impatiently with the heavy strap. "Get back down there." His smile was unpleasant. "Like the schoolmasters say in those neat English videos: `Assume the position!' " And he tapped the table again. His other hand was still at his penis, fondling it slowly as he looked at her.
She glanced furtively at him through her tears, and then caught a glimpse of his penis between his fingers. It was finally starting to stiffen again. Oh God, she thought hopelessly, he's just like his son - he's getting off on hurting me. Oh, God help me! She bent down in despair and put her palms back down against the tabletop. Her sore buttock was still throbbing and she could feel herself trembling all over.
"Yeah," he said happily as she slowly and unwillingly pushed her bottom out again, "this is so fucking neat - my very own spanking video, and I get to play the lead." And his arm descended again.
<WHAPPP!> "Oh GODDDD!" she howled, jerking desperately away from the strap.
"Stop cringing and keep your ass pushed out!" <WHAPPP!> <WHAPPP!> "Aaaaaaggghhh! Owwwwwwwww! Owwwwwwwww!..." Her legs folded under her and she collapsed wailing onto the floor, clutching her buttocks again. He stood over her naked, fondling his slowly stiffening organ and looking down at her in silence as her sobbing died away. "OK," he said at last, "my dick's just about ready for some more of that mouth. Get over here to the sofa."
She lifted her head and blinked dazedly up at him through her tears. "You... you won't hit me any more? If I suck you again?" She choked back a sob. "Oh God, I... I swear I'll suck you so well. Oh God, please, please don't hit me any more..."
"Depends." His smile was thin. "You're gonna have to suck real, real good for that." He moved to one end of the sofa and sat down. "And if you don't get here fast you'll get paddled anyway."
"Oh God!" She scrambled hastily to her feet and ran to the sofa. "Oh God, please - no more paddling..."
He patted the sofa beside him. "Lie along the sofa - here, on your belly. And get your mouth over my dick. Now!"
She let out another desperate little sob as she obeyed him. As soon as she was stretched out full length on the oversized sofa he grabbed her hair again. "OK," he said, pulling her face over his crotch, "suck!"
She quickly grasped his semi-erect organ and closed her mouth over it. Suck him well, she told herself desperately. While you're doing that he mightn't beat you. Suck him as well as you can!
But then her heart sank as his voice came again from above her. "Take your mouth off," he commanded. "I'm gonna paddle you again, and I don't want my dick bitten off when I do it."
"Oh God," she gasped as her mouth came away. "Please..."
But the strap was already descending towards her bruised buttocks.
<WHAPPP!> "Owwwwwwwww!" she shrieked, convulsing on the sofa. "Oh Godddddd!..."
But his hands were already pulling her head back towards his crotch. "Suck!" he commanded again.
"Oh God - please! Ummmmmm!... Ummmmmm!... Mmmmmmm!... Mmmmmmm!...
Mmmmmmm!..."
"OK - mouth off. Here comes the next one." <WHAPPP!> Her body arched on top of him once more. "Owwwwww! Oh God!"
"OK - quit blubbering and put your mouth on again. Suck good enough and I might even keep my promise and stop the paddling."
"Oh God!..." She sucked in a desperate breath and began frantically sucking again.
"Nah." His tone was pitiless. "That's not good enough. Mouth off again." <WHAPPP! WHAPPP! WHAPPP!> "Aaaaahhhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! OWWWWWW! Oh God - please!..."
"C'mon - mouth on again! I haven't got all night..."
As she jerked and howled under his relentless paddling it seemed that the dreadful cycle of suck-and-punish was going to go on forever. And then slowly and almost imperceptibly his tone changed.
"Take that, Felicity, you bitch! And that!... And that!... And THAT!!..."
"Aaaaahhhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Oh GOD!... Mmmmmmm!...
Mmmmmmm!... Mmmmmmm!..."
"That's it, you frigid bitch - suck my dick, whether you like it or not. Deep throat it till you gag, bitch!"
"Urkkkkkk!... Ukkkkkkkk!... Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!
Mmmmmm!..."
Suddenly he grabbed her by the hair and jerked her face roughly up off his erect penis. "Fucking bitch!" he shouted as his other arm started flailing at her throbbing buttocks. <WHAPPP! WHAPPP! WHAPPP!
> "...Not laughing at me now, are you, bitch?..." <WHAPPP! WHAPPP!
WHAPPP! WHAPPP! WHAPPP! WHAPPP!> "Aaaaggghhh! Owwwwww! OWWWWWW! AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!... Oh God -
PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!..."
Suddenly and without warning he threw her onto the floor and jumped on top of her, forcing her legs apart urgently with his knees. She wailed again as his erection stabbed viciously into her vagina. "Bitch!" he yelled, as he started humping frantically on top of her. "Fucking bitch!... Take half my assets, would you, bitch?...
Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Well now you're the one who's getting screwed - BITCH!!..."
Oh God, she thought in agony as she jerked and moaned and shuddered under his savage thrusting, so now I'm a surrogate for his ex-wife.
Oh my God - what next, what next, what next?...
"Fucking the fucking BITCH!..." he screamed, humping even faster. "Oh FUCK!... I'm gonna COME!... Oh God!... Oh yeah!... Filling your frigid cunt... with all my jism..., you frigid BITCH!... Ahhhhhh!...
Ohhhhhhhhh!... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh GODDDDDDDDDDDDD!..."
He slumped heavily down onto her, still at last. "Bitch..." he gasped once more, still breathing hoarsely. Then after a long pause he climbed unsteadily to his feet and headed towards his bedroom. "Bitch..." she heard him mutter again as he disappeared.
"Oh God," she whispered hopelessly as she lay there staring at the wall, "the son rapes me, the father rapes me - the son beats me, the father beats me..." She choked back a despairing sob. "Is there a God in this universe? Won't somebody tell me? For God's sake, why do I have to go through all this? Oh for God's sake - why, why, WHY?..."
Then suddenly she saw the shoes and the pants cuffs beside her and looked up with a frightened gasp.
He was bending over her, fully dressed and smirking again. "I enjoyed that. It was... good therapy!" The smirk got wider. "I'll have to start coming home more often." Then he laughed and was gone.
Her tormented buttocks throbbed. So did her vagina. Rape and abuse, she thought despairingly. That's all there is to look forward to.
Rape and abuse - from everyone. Oh God!
She huddled herself into a hopeless naked ball on the floor and closed her eyes.
* * * * * "Did you let him fuck you?"
A hand was tugging insistently at her bare shoulder. She groaned and opened one eye.
"Well - did you?" Albie repeated impatiently. "Did you let my Dad fuck you?"
She blinked blearily up at him, trying to focus on what he was saying. "What... what else could I do?" she said at last. "He was threatening to report me to the police."
"Report us to the cops? Shit - that's supposed to be my call, not his." He stopped, and then frowned at her. "So - is he gonna report us or not? Did you make him happy?"
"Oh yes," she said bitterly. Without thinking she rubbed her sore buttocks and winced. "He was happy all right."
Albie let out a sigh of relief. "Well, that's OK." He relaxed visibly, and then his lips twisted. "I guess one more dick up your cunt isn't gonna make much difference by now, is it? Specially if it keeps you out of jail."
She flinched, but didn't reply. She could feel her face burning.
Suddenly his gaze moved to the hand she was still holding against her buttocks. "What's the matter?" he demanded. "What's wrong with your ass?"
She gritted her teeth. "Oh, nothing," she said resentfully. "Only more paddling, that's all." She could feel her resentment overriding her common sense as the bitter words came tumbling out. "I guess it runs in the family - beating and raping women. You both seem to be very good at it."
Albie stared down at her for a moment. Then his eyes narrowed. "You're not dissing my Dad, are you, Suzie? I don't appreciate that." He started looking around the room. "So maybe he hasn't got a lot of time for me, but he's still family." Then his eyes fell on the leather strap, still lying on the sofa. "Is that what he used on you?"
Suddenly she knew what was coming. She felt her face going white. "I... Oh God, Mr. May, I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."
The strap was in his hand now. "I asked you a question, Suzie. Is this what he used?"
"Oh God, Mr. May - please...!"
"So where did he put you, Suzie? Over the back of a chair? Is that where he paddled you?"
Her lower lip was trembling uncontrollably now. "I... He... he made me bend down and... and put my hands on the coffee table. Oh God, Mr.
May, I'm sorry for what I said. Please... please don't punish me any more tonight. Oh God - please...!"
"Did he say why he made you stand there? Go over and show me."
"He... he said it was so he could watch my... my breasts wobbling every time he hit me." She let out a desperate little sob. "He... he said it turned him on." Suddenly she summoned up the energy from somewhere and launched herself at Albie's feet, grabbing frantically at the cuffs of his jeans. "Oh for God's sake please don't beat me any more tonight. I just couldn't take any more punishment. Oh God -
PLEASE!"
"I told you before, Suzie, I only do it when you screw up. And dissing my Dad is screwing up - big time." He pulled himself impatiently away from the desperate grip on his jeans. "Now go bend over like he told you, or I'll start sending emails."
"Oh my God!" She dissolved into tears as she dragged herself up off the floor and moved slowly and unwillingly over to the coffee table. "Oh God," she moaned as she pressed her hands down against the table and waited, shivering with despair, for the nightmare to begin again.
<WHAPPP!> The strap slammed agonisingly against her bare flesh. "Oh Godddddd!" she screamed, grabbing at herself and convulsing in pain. "Owwwww! Owwwww! Owwwww!"
He stood back, waiting for her wailing and squirming to subside. "Yeah," he said with satisfaction, "my Dad was right. Your tits wobble real great when you get hit bending over like that." Then he stopped, frowning. "I just realized, Suzie - that's another screw up. What'd you say when you told me why he put you there?"
She had one hand up off the table, still clutching at her burning buttock. "W...what?" she sobbed.
"Why did my Dad make you bend over like that? Tell me again."
"Oh God - I already told you! So he could... so he could watch my breasts wobbling. Oh please, Mr. May..."
"Yeah - that was it! Watch you WHAT wobbling? Didn't I already tell you about using the right words, Suzie?"
"Oh God! I... I should've said so he could watch my... my tits wobbling. Oh God, I'm sorry, Mr. May - I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"So where do you think I oughta paddle you next? To remind you?"
She froze, staring at him in horror, with one hand still clutching her buttock. "Oh God," she whispered. Without thinking her other arm came protectively across her breasts. "Oh God..."
His smile was hard. He started speaking again, slowly and softly and menacingly: "Put your hands back down on the table, Suzie. Yeah -
that's right. Now slide them further apart... No - further than that... OK, that's far enough. Now - tip your head back so I can get a real good swing at them."
"Oh God, Mr. May..." She held herself tremblingly in position, with her head back and her bare breasts dangling vulnerably and the tears pouring down her cheeks. "Oh please, I'm begging you..."
He hefted the strap, squinting at her breasts. "So what are they called, Suzie? Tell me again." And his hand swung down and back.
"Oh God, Mr. May. T...t...tits! Mr. May, for God's sake please don't... Owwwwwwwwww! Oh GOD...!"
He started swinging continuously, smashing the strap hard up against each breast in turn. "What are they called, Suzie?"
"Owwwwwwwww! Tits! Oh God - tits, tits, tits, tits, TITS...! Owwwwww!
Owwwwwwwww! OWWWWWWWWWWWW!!..."
Then before she realized what he was doing he moved behind her and slammed the strap savagely across both of her aching buttocks. "What's this called, Suzie?"
"Aaaaaggggghhhhh! Owwwwww! It's my ass, my ass, my ASS...! Oh God Mr.
May I swear I know what it's called, you don't have to hit me there again... Owwwwwwwww! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! Oh Godddddddddddd!..."
Then without warning he swung again, right up between her spread legs. "And what's THIS called, Suzie?" he shouted as the strap smashed against her open vagina.
"Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she shrieked, clutching wildly at her tortured crotch as she fell to the floor. "Oh GODDDDDDDDDD! It's my cunt, it's my cunt, oh God it's my CUNT..." She clenched her eyes shut in agony and thrashed around on the carpet. "Oh God, Mr. May, I swear it's my cunt! Oh please, Mr. May, please don't hit me any more, please, Mr.
May, please, please, please...Oh God - PLEASE..." Her thrashing slowly died away as the pain began to fade. "Oh God, please..."
Suddenly she sensed that he was no longer standing beside her and she opened her eyes again, just in time to see him disappearing into his father's bedroom. Oh my God, she thought in exhausted despair, what's he doing in there, for God's sake? He must be getting some more of that... that dreadful equipment! Oh God!...
Then she flinched in dismay as something hit the floor beside her. "Put those on, Suzie. And make it snappy."
She looked at what he had thrown at her and her heart sank even further. Oh my God, she thought - wrist and ankle cuffs! If I put those on I'll be completely helpless. He'll be able to do anything he wants! "Oh God, Mr. May," she sobbed, "please don't tie me up.
Please, please, please don't hurt me any more. Oh God, please...!"
Immediately he strode forward and grabbed her hair, twisting her head up to face his bedroom door. "What's in there, Suzie?" He shook her savagely. "Tell me what's in there."
"Oh God. Your... your computer, Mr. May."
"And what's on my computer?"
"All... all those emails."
"You want me to send them?" He twisted her head back to look up into his face and shook her again. "You want me to send the one with the video? That what you want?"
"No, Mr. May. Oh God."
"Then when I tell you to put on the fucking cuffs - PUT ON THE FUCKING CUFFS!"
"Oh God." She lay there, staring helplessly up into his angry face with his fingers clamped in her hair. Then she gave a small sob and started groping blindly around on the floor beside her, searching for the cuffs. Her fingers closed tremblingly around one of them. "Oh God."
He stared down at her for a moment longer, and then released his grip on her hair. Then he stepped back and stood, arms folded, waiting for her to finish fastening the cuffs onto her wrists and ankles. "OK, Suzie," he said softly. "Now go bend over the back of that armchair."
She struggled to her feet and limped painfully and unwillingly over to do what she was told. She went cold with despair as he pulled her ankles apart and strapped each of them to a chairleg. She could feel herself trembling all over. As he came around to the front of the chair and knelt down to fasten her wrists she opened her mouth again, but nothing came out. It'll just make him angrier, she thought hopelessly, as she stared down at the floor. Whatever I say now it'll just make him angrier, and then he'll hurt me all the more. Oh God!
He straightened up and went over to pick up the strap. "You remember when I threatened to do this to you before, Suzie? When I threatened to tie you over a chair and paddle your ass?" He looked at the strap thoughtfully for a moment and suddenly tossed it aside, then went into his bedroom. "Except," he went on, his voice coming out through the open door, "I threatened to do it with THIS."
She struggled desperately to tip her head back and look up at him.
Then she saw what he was holding. "Oh God - no!" she wailed. "Oh God, Mr. May - not with that! Oh God, please, Mr. May...!"
He walked towards her, gently tapping the large ping pong paddle against the palm of his other hand. "Yeah," he said, "I threatened to do it with this. And I said I was gonna do it and do it until I got hard again, and then I said I was gonna use this handle to ream your cunt open, and then I said I was gonna fuck you from behind..."
"Oh God, Mr. May, please! Your father only used the strap. I swear he only used the strap. Please, please, please don't use that horrible big paddle on me. Please, please, please just use the strap..."
But he was ignoring her. "You know something, Suzie?" He swung his arm back. "I've been doing some thinking..." <WHOPP!> "Aaaggghhh!" Her body arched in agony as the paddle smashed down against her taut left buttock, and her hair tossed wildly up against her bare back. "Oh God!"
"...I've been thinking about some of the things Joey said..." <WHOPP!
WHOPP!> "Owwwwww! Owwwwwwww!" she wailed as he landed two more hard blows on her right buttock, making her convulse again. "Oh God, Mr.
Maytttt!..."
"...I've been thinking Joey was right about me going too fucking easy on you..." <WHOPP! WHOPP!> "...'Cause it only encourages you to be a big-mouth smart-ass who disses my Dad and me..." <WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP!
> "...And who argues when I tell you to do something..." <WHOPP!
WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP!> "Owwwwww! Owwwwwwwww! Aaaarrrggghhhh! Oh GOD, Mr. May, no more please oh God no more I swear I'll never say anything wrong again I'll do everything you tell me and I'll do it so fast oh God oh God oh God..."
"But I've heard all this fucking shit before, haven't I, Suzie?"
<WHOPPITY! WHOPPITY! WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP!> "...And you still fucking screw up, don't you?..." <WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP!...> She thrashed and shrieked and screamed over the back of the chair, her hair flying everywhere as he kept flailing mercilessly at her taut upraised buttocks with the paddle. "God, this is fun!" he yelled suddenly. "You pissed me right off, but now I'm real glad you screwed up!" <WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP!> "Hey, Suzie, you oughta see your ass cheeks when I hit `em...!" <WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP!> "...You can see the fucking shock waves running right up...!" <WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP!
> "...Just like - THIS!..." <WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP!
WHOPP! WHOPP!...> She bawled and howled until she thought she would tear her throat out, her whole being focused on the unbearable assault on her buttocks. And above it all was Albie's voice yelling with delight: "God, this is FUN!... Look at those fucking SHOCK WAVES!...
Look at that ass BOUNCE!..."
Finally he stopped, worn out at last, and waited panting for her wailing and sobbing to end. "Fuck, that... that was fun," he said breathlessly. "Lemme... lemme see that ass wobble just one more time..." He raised his arm again. <WHOPP! WHOPP!> "Owwwwwwwww!... Oh God, oh God, oh God..."
And then he spoke again. "Another thing... another thing I've been thinking, Suzie," he said, still breathing heavily. "Maybe Joey was right about other stuff too. Maybe he was right about stuff like fucking you up the ass." His hand stroked one of her throbbing buttocks, making her flinch and wail. "Specially with your asshole just about staring me in the face, like it is now."
"Oh God, Mr. May - NO!" Her voice was hoarse from screaming. She tugged futilely at the cuffs that held her. "Oh God, Mr. May, it was... it was just AWFUL when Joey did that to me. Oh God, please...
please don't do that - oh God, please...!"
"Yeah." He was roughly kneading both of her beaten buttocks now, making her cry out in fresh pain. "Well, one thing's for sure - I don't wanna get shit all over my dick, like Joey did." He released her and stepped back. "Maybe I can find a condom in Dad's bedroom.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I used a condom." He started moving away. "And while I'm looking for it you can just stay there tied over that back of that chair, and think about what happens to big-mouth smart-asses."
"Oh God. Oh God!..." She started crying again, brokenly and hopelessly, trying to look around and see if he was coming back. And then suddenly he was there again, naked and erect now, waving a small square packet in front of her tear-streaked face.
"We're in luck, Suzie. I found one in Dad's bedside drawer. Isn't that great?" He started slowly and deliberately tearing the small packet open in front of her.
She strained exhaustedly to tilt her head back and look up into his face. "Mr. May, please - I'm begging you," she wept. "I'll stay here till morning. I'll... I'll phone in sick tomorrow and spend the whole day here, and give you as much f...fucking as you want. Oh God, Mr.
May, not anal sex - please!..."
He ignored her. "So how do I put this on, Suzie?" He held up the small rubber circle. "You need to tell me, seeing I only had my first fuck last Monday and I don't know hardly anything about sex." He took hold of the pointed tip of the condom. "This part goes on the outside, doesn't it? To make room for my cum when I squirt. Isn't that right?"
"Oh God." She watch, hypnotized, while he slowly rolled the condom down over his erection. "Please, Mr. May. I'm... I'm BEGGING you!
Please..."
"So you don't wanna get fucked up the ass, Suzie?" He finished putting the condom on, and then started slowly smoothing the wrinkles down towards the base of his penis. "So maybe I should just keep paddling your ass instead."
"Oh God, NO!" She looked up at him, her lip trembling through her tears. "Couldn't you just... couldn't you just f...fuck my c...cunt, like you threatened before? You... you wouldn't need a condom for that. Oh God - please!..."
"But your cunt'd still be full of all my Dad's middle-aged cum, Suzie. You think I want to fuck that?" He moved around behind her, still sliding his fist slowly down over the condom. "Hey, I just noticed something - this condom's lubricated. Isn't that nice for you?" And then suddenly the head of his penis was pressing up hard against her anus.
"NO!" she screamed, her exhaustion forgotten as he started slowly pushing himself inside her. "Oh God that hurts there's not enough lubrication take it out take it out it hurts it hurts it's killing me it's splitting me in HALF!... AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!... OWWWWWWWWWWW!... Oh God - MR. MAYTTTTTTT!..."
He raised his voice over the noise. "I'm still not sure if I like this, Suzie!... Uhhhhhh!... Oh GOD, that's tight!..." He was panting hoarsely as he shoved himself deeper into her bowels. "But there's one think I am sure about... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... I'm fucking sure YOU don't like it... And so that's why you're getting it!...
Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... UHHHHHHHHHHHHH!..."
Then he grabbed hold of her hips and started ramming himself in and out of her as hard as he could, while she wailed and shrieked and wrenched frantically at the cuffs around her wrists and ankles. "Oh God - yeahhhhhhh!" he howled. "Tightest fuck in the WORLD!... Oh yeah... Oh YEAH..." He tightened his grip on her and began pumping faster and faster and faster. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!..." And then he screamed in climax as his semen began pulsing out into the condom buried deep inside her.
He finally collapsed, sweaty and gasping and panting, down against her bare back. "Oh God!... What a fuck!... My dick feels like... like it's in a fucking vice or something... Could hardly even squirt..."
He groped feebly at one of her dangling breasts. "Ohhhhhhhh!... Oh God..."
Then he slid off her and slumped slowly to the floor, still breathing in great ragged gasps. "So what... what you got to say now, Suzie?...
Oh FUCK, that was tight!... What you got to say now, about... about my Dad and me?"
Her anus ached horribly, her buttocks still burned from the beatings, and her whole body shuddered and shook as she wept. "N...n...nothing, Mr. May," she sobbed wretchedly. "Oh God - nothing, nothing, nothing..."
* * * * * She stood in the bathroom, fully dressed and still trembling, with her lipstick in her hand. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and then closed her eyes in pain. She could still feel her buttocks and her rectum throbbing from their vicious punishment. When will you learn, she thought despairingly. When will you ever learn? When the hell will you just learn to keep your damn mouth shut? Oh God!...
Finally she opened her eyes again and slowly and wearily went on making up her face.
He was slumped in an armchair wearing jeans and a T-shirt when she came out. He looked up at her. "How's your ass, Suzie?"
"It's sore, Mr. May." Her voice was hardly audible.
"How about your asshole?"
"That's sore too." You vile little monster!
"So maybe you've learned something, huh?"
"Yes, Mr. May."
"What'd you learn?"
She clenched her fists, trembling with helpless humiliation. "Not to... not to be disrespectful, Mr. May."
"Yeah. Right." He kept looking at her. "And what else?"
She flushed, then swallowed painfully. "To... to call things by their right names. And to do things fast when you tell me."
"Hey, you're doing great, Suzie." There was a long silence, while she stood trembling in front of him. Then he spoke again. "You wearing a bra?"
"No, Mr. May. You... you told me not to."
"Lemme see. Pull up the front of your blouse and lemme see."
She flushed again, then reached for her blouse and pulled the front of it out of her waistband. He sat watching impassively as she lifted the garment to expose her braless breasts. After a pause he spoke again. "What am I looking at, Suzie?"
Her flush deepened. "My... my tits, Mr. May."
"Great," he said. "You're getting it. Now lift up your skirt and show me if you're wearing panties."
She dropped the blouse and lifted the front of her skirt with trembling fingers. She could feel her face flaming. God, she thought emptily, how come it still gets to me when he makes me do these things? Haven't I hit bottom yet?
"Yeah," he said with satisfaction as her shaven crotch came into view. "That's good. So - tell me what I'm looking at now."
Her face burned even hotter. "My... my cunt, Mr. May."
"Yeah." He was smiling now. "But it isn't actually YOUR cunt, is it?
Whose cunt is it, Suzie?"
"Oh God. It... it... it's yours, Mr. May. It's your cunt, for you to f...fuck."
"Better and better. So let me get a good look at my property. Take your clothes off again. Then come over here and pull it open for me."
Her face felt as if it was on fire. She undressed herself with trembling hands and then came unwillingly closer. "C'mon," he said, "spread your legs. And open that cunt real wide with your fingers. I wanna see all the pink."
Her fingers were shaking as she spread her labia for him. "Wider," he commanded, staring at her crotch. "Yeah - that's it. Now I can see what I own." He reached out and put a hand between hers, sliding one finger right up inside her. "So what's gonna happen every time you screw up, Suzie?"
She gasped as his finger started thrusting in and out of her gaping vagina. "Oh God. I'll... I'll get my ass paddled, Mr. May.
Uhhhhhh!..."
"And what else?" He was fondling one of her bare breasts with his other hand.
She shuddered, still holding her labia wide apart for him. "Oh God.
I'll get my... I mean, you'll f...fuck me up the ass. Oh God!"
"That's right, Suzie." He fondled her clitoris for a while, and then slid his finger right up inside her again. "Smart-asses get it up the ass." He fell silent, and just sat there pumping his finger in and out of her and pulling roughly at her nipple, while she bit her lip and winced and her face burned bright with humiliation. Finally he spoke again. "And if Joey's here when you screw up, you'll get it all twice. You got that?"
She stood there, naked and rigid and trembling, still holding herself wide open while he went on molesting her. "Yes, Mr. May."
Suddenly he took his hands away. "Let's see how much you've really learned." He looked up into her face. "Suck my dick, Suzie. Now!"
She released her labia and fell quickly to her knees, fumbling urgently to unzip his fly. "Yeah," he sighed, as she hastily fished out his penis and closed her lips around it. "Oh yeah. Do it, Suzie!
Do it till I tell you to stop."
There was silence for some minutes, broken only by the sounds of her slurping and sucking at his still-flaccid organ. Then suddenly and without warning he pushed her away. "OK," he said abruptly - "my dick's about as dead as wet spaghetti, and I need some shuteye. So get dressed and get out of here."
She flinched, her face burning again. The usual deal, is it, you little bastard? she thought bitterly. Rape me and beat me and rape me until you can't do it any more, and then just throw me out. God damn you. She got up and pulled her clothes back on, then limped wearily over to her overnight bag.
Her hand was on the doorknob when his voice came again from behind her. "Suzie."
She froze. Oh God, she thought, surely he can't want more. Please God, just let me get out of this hellhole! She turned back, slowly and unwillingly. "Y...yes, Mr. May?"
"Show me my property one more time. Open it real wide for me."
"Oh God." She put her bag down again and lifted her skirt. Then pressing her wrists in against her body to keep the skirt up out of the way, she spread her legs and slowly pulled her vagina open as wide as she could. Her face was hot and she could feel herself trembling again.
"Yeah," he said with satisfaction - "mine. My very own private pink fuck hole. Looks good." He smiled tiredly. "But my dick's still dead.
So fuck yourself for me. With your finger."
Oh my God, she thought hopelessly, it just goes on. On and on and on.
God help me! She slowly inserted one trembling finger into herself and began moving it in and out. Her face was so hot she could feel it throbbing.
"Lift your skirt out of the way," he commanded. "I can't see."
Oh God! She lifted the skirt up high with her free hand and just stood there in front of him, dumbly doing what she was told. Doing it and doing it and doing it and doing it.
Finally he looked up at her face. "OK - I've seen enough for one night. Pull your finger out and fuck off."
She flushed even deeper, gritting her teeth. You little bastard! She let her skirt fall and slowly picked up her bag a second time. This time she managed to get the door open before he spoke again.
"Suzie."
Oh God, oh God, oh GOD! she thought - what now? She turned back in renewed despair. When the hell are you going to let me GO?
"You haven't forgotten what you gotta do in the morning, have you?"
She stood in the doorway, looking down at him. God, how I hate you, she thought dully. "No, Mr. May," she said aloud. "I haven't forgotten."
Then she turned and walked out of the apartment.


 CHAPTER 14

The insistent beeping of the alarm slowly penetrated her consciousness. She groped unwillingly for the bedside light and then blinked painfully at her watch. Six a.m. Oh God, she thought exhaustedly - barely three hours sleep. God damn that little bastard to hell.
The answering machine sat silent and unblinking as she staggered past it to the bathroom, with her punished buttocks still aching. Oh Rob, she thought in weary agony, won't you ever phone? Can't you somehow sense the hell I'm going through? Oh Rob - where ARE you?
The early morning streets were cold and empty as she drove to the convenience store. The store clerk looked at her expressionlessly as she made her purchases. She was too tired to offer him even a minimal `Good morning.'
And then all too soon she was traveling back up in the elevator towards Albie's apartment. She could feel herself trembling again.
God, she thought hopelessly, if this is just a foretaste of hell, what's the real thing going to be like?
She stood numbly outside the apartment for some time, unable to bring herself to go any further. Finally she fumbled with the key he had given her and reluctantly unlocked the door. Then she took a deep shaky breath and walked in.
The wrist and ankle cuffs were still strapped to the legs of the armchair. She shuddered as she walked past them. Then she was in through his door and standing beside his bed. Welcome back to hell, she told herself bleakly.
Albie was sound asleep. He was lying there oblivious, mouth slightly open and bare chest exposed, obviously naked under the bedclothes.
She stood there looking down at him, still trembling. Why can't you do it? she asked herself hopelessly. Why can't you bring yourself to just kill the little monster? She let out a despairing sigh and started slowly getting undressed.
When she was naked she reached down and slowly and gently peeled back his bedclothes, being careful not to disturb him. I mustn't wake him yet, she told herself. He'll get angry - that's not the way he wants to be woken up. Then she knelt beside the bed and brought her mouth down softly onto his flaccid penis.
"Mmmmmm..." he moaned softly, still asleep, as his penis began slowly hardening under her soft sucking. "Ohhhhhh...!"
As soon as he was fully erect she carefully straddled him, again doing her best not to wake him prematurely, and gently guided his erection towards her open vagina. "Aaahhh!..." he sighed as she slid herself slowly down his shaft. "Ohhhhhh!..."
Then she carefully lowered her naked torso down against his and began slowly humping her hips up and down on top of him. Thank God! she thought, trembling with relief - it's all happening the way he wanted. Please God, let him be happy. Please don't let him hurt me this morning!
"Ohhhhhhhhh!..." he moaned as she continued her gentle humping. His hands came up and gripped her slowly pumping buttocks, making her wince as his fingers sank into her recently-punished flesh. Then his eyes finally fluttered open. "Oh yeah," he slurred sleepily, gripping her buttocks even harder - "my wake-up fuck. Jus'... jus' as good as I thought it'd be. Oh God - yeahhhhhhhhh..."
She increased the speed of her humping. For God's sake come soon, she thought. I've still got so much to do before I can go to school! She started humping even faster. Oh please come!
"Oh yeah..." he moaned. "Feels so good... Oh God, what a way to... to wake up. With a nice warm cunt... sliding up `n down my dick. Oh yeahhhhhh... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!..."
She was thudding her groin frantically against his by now. Come on, you little bastard, she thought desperately, teeth gritted - for God's sake just COME!
"Oh God - YEAHHHHHH!..." he screamed, ramming his hips urgently up against hers and pulling her hard down against him with both hands. "Fucking COMING!... Oh God - my fucking morning fuck...! Oh God...! Oh fuck...! Oh yeah...!" His hands slipped off her buttocks and his head fell back against the pillow. "Ohhhhhh fuuuckkk...
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
Thank God! she thought gratefully. Now I might even make it to school on time. She lay trembling on top of him for a minute or two, waiting for his breathing to slow before she made a move. "I'll go make your breakfast now, Mr. May," she whispered, gently stroking his hair. "A really, really nice hot breakfast. OK?" Oh God, she thought, please, please, please let him be happy!
"Mmmmmmm," he moaned drowsily. "Pancakes... lots of pancakes... an'
maple syrup... an' ham... an' hash browns... All hot `n fresh... An'
OJ... freshly squeezed... An' hot coffee... Mmmmmmm..."
She eased herself off him and slipped her high heels back on. Then she quickly rummaged around on his desk and found the makeshift maid's cap. Got to have the regulation uniform, haven't I? she thought bitterly as she adjusted it in front of his mirror. Then she looked down at her freshly-shaved crotch. Uniform complete, she thought sourly - I've even got his damn stuff running out of me. Oh God! She gave a small shudder of distaste and headed for the kitchen.
She worked as fast as she could, continually glancing at her watch as the minutes ticked by. "Breakfast's ready, Mr. May," she called at last. "Come and get it while it's hot."
There was a short pause. Then his voice came from his bedroom. "Suzie," he said, sounding irritated, "that's not the way you do it. C'mere!"
Oh God, she thought in sudden apprehension, what've I done wrong now?
I tried to remember everything he told me. Oh God! She almost ran back to his bedroom. "Yes, Mr. May?" she said, trembling in front of him.
He blinked up at her from the pillow, still looking irritated. "That's not the way you do it," he said again. "Maids don't yell at their masters from the kitchen. Do they?"
"Oh God! I'm... I'm sorry, Mr. May. I'm sorry." She took a deep breath, trying to control her trembling, and brought herself to naked attention in front of him. "Excuse me, Mr. May," she said shakily, arms rigid by her sides, "your breakfast is served."
"That's better." He lay there looking at her nakedness for a while longer. "You wearing the right uniform?"
"Yes, Mr. May."
"Maid's cap? High heels?"
"Yes, Mr. May."
"Earrings? Wristwatch?"
"Yes, Mr. May."
"Lots of my cum running out of your cunt?"
She flushed. "Yes, Mr. May."
"Fresh fashion stripes on your ass?"
Her flush deepened. "Yes, Mr. May." God damn you, she thought resentfully, you ought to know! You put them there yourself just a few hours ago!
"OK." He sounded mollified at last. He stretched lazily and sat up. "So now my kitchen maid can lead me to the kitchen."
She stood there, still at attention, looking at him blankly. "W...what?"
He smiled and got to his feet. "You screwed up on the last part, Suzie. So I just added something new." He pointed to the floor in front of him. "Get down there - hands and knees."
Oh God, she thought, what now? She got down in front of him on all fours, trembling again.
"Now," he went on, "crawl over here. And get my dick in your mouth."
Oh God! She crawled forward obediently and reached up with one hand to grasp his flaccid penis. As she craned her neck up and closed her mouth over it, the leftover taste of his semen and her vagina made her grimace. Now what the hell do you want, you little pervert, she thought as she started sucking again. And how long's it going to take, for God's sake? I've got to leave for school soon!
"OK." His voice came from above her. "Now crawl backwards. Like I said, lead me to the kitchen."
Oh God - your breakfast's getting cold, she thought despairingly as she started shuffling backwards along the floor. And it's getting later and later! She trembled as she strained up on her fingertips to keep her mouth over his penis, and tried to concentrate on crawling backwards in time with his movements.
"Yeah," he sighed contentedly, pressing her head against his crotch with both hands as he shuffled slowly forward, "lead me, Suzie. Tow me by my dick. Suck me all the way to the kitchen. Oh yeahhhhhh...!"
Oh God! Out through his door... <Suck, shuffle, suck> ...Backwards across the living room... <Shuffle, suck, shuffle> ...Into the kitchen... <Shuffle, suck...> "Back in under the table," he commanded. "And keep your mouth on my dick until I'm sitting down. Then you can go serve my breakfast."
She let out a sigh of desperate relief as he pulled a chair in behind him and finally settled down. "Yeah," he sighed again as her mouth came away, "that was good. You can lead me to breakfast like that every morning!"
She gave a quick frantic glance at her watch as she backed out from under the table. Oh my God, she thought hopelessly, look at the time!
She hastily served his breakfast and ran over to him with the plate, then stood rigidly at trembling attention beside him again. "Is... is that good, Mr. May?" she asked hesitantly as he started shoveling forkfuls into his mouth. "Do you like it?"
"It's half cold, Suzie," he said indistinctly through a mouthful of pancake. "Didn't I tell you I wanted it all hot and fresh?"
But it WAS hot! she thought despairingly. And then you... you made me do all that extra stuff. And it got cold. Oh God!
He put the fork down and looked up at her. "You should've called me to breakfast the right way, Suzie. So it was your screw up that made it get cold." He pointed to the kitchen bench. "Go get me that pancake lifter. Now!"
It's not fair, she thought hopelessly, trembling again as she ran over to pick up the broad plastic spatula. I try so damn hard and you're still not happy. You little bastard! Oh God, oh God, oh God...!
He was holding out his hand as she ran back with it. "OK," he said as he took it from her, "now bend over the table here beside me and stick your butt out. Let's see if a hot ass'll teach you about hot breakfasts." He picked up the fork in his other hand and started eating again.
Her tears were flowing once more as she bent over, pressing her bare breasts down against the cold tabletop. She gripped the far edge of the table and waited shivering for her punishment. I should've known, she thought bitterly - I should've known you'd find some excuse to punish me again, you little... "Aaaaggghhh!" she wailed as the spatula suddenly came down hard against one of her tender buttocks. "Owwwwww!"
"Hot and fresh!" he shouted as he swung the spatula again. <SLAPPP!
SLAPPP!> "...That's the way I want my breakfast!..." <SLAPPP! SLAPPP!
SLAPPP!> "...You got that, Suzie?..." <SLAPPP! SLAPPP! SLAPPP! SLAPPP!
> "Aaaahhhhhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Oh God I'm sorry Mr. May I'll time the cooking much better tomorrow and I'll do everything the way you told me I swear it... Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwwwwwwwww!!"
"You better." He lowered the spatula for a moment while he shoveled some more breakfast into his mouth. "Tomorrow morning you better get it exactly right. You understand?" <SLAPPP!> "Owwwwww! Yes, Mr. May!"
"Breakfast hot and fresh." <SLAPPP!> <SLAPPP!> "Aaaaaahhhhhh! Yes, Mr. May! Owwwwww!..."
"And call me to breakfast the right way, like a real respectful maid." <SLAPPP!> <SLAPPP!> <SLAPPP!> "Aaaaagggggh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Yes, Mr. May. Oh God!"
"And tow me to the breakfast table by my dick, like I just showed you." <SLAPPP!> <SLAPPP!> <SLAPPP!> <SLAPPP!> "Aaaaahhhhhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!" Her feet kicked wildly out behind her as she gripped the table edge in pain. "Oh God - yes, yes, yes!
Owwwwww! Owwwwwwwwwwww!..."
"OK." He finally dropped the spatula on the table. "Now get back under the table and suck my dick some more while I finish my breakfast. C'mon - move!"
"Oh God," she sobbed, launching herself hurriedly up off the tabletop. She scrambled under the table and pressed her face quickly up between his legs. "Oh God... Mmmmmmmm..." The tears running down her face mixed with her saliva as she sucked at his flaccid penis.
She could feel her burning buttocks throbbing and her bare knees were hurting against the hard floor. "Mummmmm... mmmmmm... mmmmmm... Oh Gob... Mmmmmmm... mmmmmmmmmmmmm...!"
Finally she heard his fork clatter down onto his empty plate. "Oh yeah," he sighed contentedly, "not bad. Not bad at all. Breakfast and a blow job, all at the same time. Oh yeah..." His hands came down under the table and gripped her hair. "And tomorrow it'll be even better. Won't it, Suzie?"
"Ubbbbbb... Ummmmmm... Yeb, Mr May... Ubbbbbb... Ummmmmm...
Ummmmmm..."
"OK." He finally pushed her face away from his limp organ. "Take my plate away and bring me the coffee. And then I guess you can go get dressed again."
Thank God! "Yes, Mr. May," she said hastily. She scrambled out and quickly picked up his plate, then ran over and brought back his coffee, glancing again at her watch. Oh God, she thought, if I hurry maybe I can just make it! And she ran back to his bedroom to retrieve her clothes.
He was still sitting naked and slowly sipping his coffee when she got back, with her face washed and freshly made up. Immediately he looked at her skirt and frowned. "You're not wearing panties, are you, Suzie?"
"No, Mr. May. You told me..."
"Show me."
Oh God! She let out a sigh of resignation and reached down and lifted her skirt.
He sat looking at her. "So get on with it," he said at last.
"W...what?"
"C'mon, Suzie, you gotta know the drill by now." His tone was impatient. "Waddaya do before you leave? You lift your skirt... and then what?"
Oh God! Her face flamed as she lifted the skirt even higher and reluctantly brought her free hand down towards her exposed crotch.
She slowly pushed one finger inside herself and then began pumping it in and out. Oh God, she thought again - you filthy little bastard!
"Faster," he said suddenly. "Do it faster. And deeper."
Oh God, oh God, oh God, she thought despairingly, I've got to go!
I'll be late, I'll be late, I'll be late...! She pumped at herself frantically. For God's sake let me GO!
"Suzie." His voice stopped her in her tracks. She looked across at him and then she saw it - he was erect again. He smiled at her. "You put on a great show, Suzie. In fact you put on such a great show that now I need another fuck. A farewell fuck before you go."
"Oh God, Mr. May, there's no TIME! I've got to leave right now or I'll be late for school! Oh God, please can't it wait till recess or something...?"
His expression hardened. "You got thirty seconds, Suzie, to get naked again and get that bald cunt of yours sliding up and down my dick.
Otherwise I'll just go send some emails."
"Oh my God!" She tore her clothes off and dumped them on the table.
Then she ran over to him and straddled him as he sat there, grabbing at his penis and pushing it hastily into her vagina. Her hands clutched at his shoulders as she slid herself quickly down his erection and then started desperately bouncing herself up and down. "Oh God," she panted as her bare breasts bobbed wildly in time with her movements, "there's no time...!"
"Uhhhhhh!..." he gasped, grabbing at her waist as she bounced frantically up and down on his thighs. "Then tomorrow morning...
uhhhhhh!... you better get here... uhhhhhh!... earlier!... Oh God...
Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..."
She felt the sweat breaking out on her forehead as she strained desperately to keep up the pace. Goddammit, she thought hopelessly...
<up-down-up-down-up-down> ...I'm going to be late, I'm going to be late!... <up-down-up-down-up-down> ...Oh God, I'm going to be so damned LATE!... <up-down-up-down-up-down-up-down-up-down...> "Oh yeah..." he panted, tightening his grip on her waist, "nothing like a... a fast fuck!... Oh God - fuck me faster, Suzie, fuck me faster...! Oh God, yeah... yeah... yeah... Aaaahhh... Aaaahhh...
Aaahhh... Aaahhh... Aaahhh..."
She was gasping with fatigue now, her lungs on fire and her legs like jelly as she drove herself desperately to keep bouncing. Oh God, you little bastard, she thought in despair - come, come, come, come, COME...! And then just as she felt she couldn't last for even one second longer he suddenly screamed and thrust his hips frantically upwards. "Oh fuck...!" he howled. "Oh God...! That cunt on my dick...
Too much...! Coming... COMING...! Oh FUCK...!
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH...!!"
Oh thank God, she thought as she slumped forward against him, with her abused vagina aching and burning. Thank God... thank God... thank God...
His hands squeezed wearily at her trembling buttocks. "Oh God, Suzie," he sighed, still breathing hoarsely, "you sure know how to fuck... Oh God, I'm just gonna keep you here and fuck you and fuck you... all fucking day... Ohhhhhh Goddddddddddddddd..."
Oh no! Her heart sank with despair. "Oh please, Mr. May," she begged desperately, "I've got to go to school, I've just got to! Oh God, please, please, please - I'll lose my job...!"
His head fell back in the chair and his eyes closed. "OK," he said tiredly as his hands fell away from her hips, "fuck off. Before I change my mind."
She leapt up off his lap and grabbed at her clothes. "Oh God," she moaned - "so late! So damned late - Oh God...!"
She heard his voice from behind her as she rushed out the door. It sounded something like "Have a good day." God damn you, she thought hopelessly, slamming the door behind her and running to the elevator.
God damn you to hell!
She drove like a woman possessed. At least three drivers honked their horns angrily as her as she cut in front of them. She finally screeched to a halt in the school carpark at 9.06 a.m., then leapt out and ran frantically across to her classroom. She could feel her braless breasts bouncing wildly inside her clothing as she ran. Oh God please don't let anyone see me, she prayed - please, please, please, please, please...
Then as she ran up to the door of her classroom, gasping and panting, she realized that one of the new male teachers was standing further up the hallway, staring open-mouthed at the front of her blouse. She stopped, face burning, and quickly straightened her clothing. Then she took a deep shuddering breath and walked into her class - ten minutes late.
* * * * * The last of her students finally filed out for lunch. She slumped down in her chair and closed her eyes. Thank God that's over, she thought gratefully - the morning definitely didn't get any better as it went on. Oh God!
She let out a deep sigh and reached down slowly and wearily to pick up her lunchbox. Then she remembered. Oh God, she thought in sudden alarm, I can't just sit here!
She quickly wolfed down half a sandwich and jumped up, biting quickly into her apple as she hurried out of the door. For God's sake what's the time? she thought anxiously, looking at her watch and clutching at the key she held in her other hand. Whatever I do I've got to get there first!
As she approached the rear of the school she looked hastily behind her, then darted into a side hallway. She hurried up to a locked door and quickly inserted the key in the lock, looking fearfully behind her again. "Oh!..." she gasped, flushing as Albie suddenly appeared around the corner and headed towards her.
"Hi, Suzie," he said, smiling crookedly. "How'd the morning go? Many of the guys notice your loose boobs?"
"Oh God, Mr. May," she said apprehensively, "you should have waited!
You should have waited a few minutes longer." She looked over his shoulder, trembling with anxiety as she hustled him into the storeroom. "We can't afford to be seen together like this. For God's sake!..."
"What's the matter, Suzie?" He was still smiling as she hurriedly closed the door and locked it. "Afraid the guys are gonna get jealous? After they spent all morning watching your boobs bouncing?"
His smile got wider. "Did you bend over for them? So they could look down your blouse? It must've been a fun morning."
Her flush got deeper as she remembered. Remembered how carefully she had tried to move around the classroom, to stop her loose breasts from moving. How sometimes she had forgotten and moved too quickly.
How some of the boys had nudged each other and whispered and snickered. It had been anything but a fun morning!
"Your troubles are over, Suzie," he went on. "You can bounce your boobs as much as you want in front of me and I won't mind." His lips twisted. "In fact, why don'tcha take your blouse off and bounce them for me right now?"
Oh God! She reached up to the front of her blouse and began to slowly unbutton it. He stood watching her as she finally removed it and laid it down on a nearby shelf. "The skirt too," he said. "But leave you high heels on. You look good in those."
She put the skirt beside the blouse and stood in front of him, naked in her shoes. "OK," he said. "Bounce."
Her face flamed. She gritted her teeth and shook herself, making her bare breasts wobble briefly.
"Aw, c'mon, Suzie," he said sarcastically. "That all the bouncing you did? All morning?"
Oh God, you little pervert! She clenched her fists and shook herself longer, making her breasts quiver and jiggle.
"Yeah," he said happily, "the guys must've had fun all right, watching your tits doing that all morning under your blouse." His mouth twisted again. "I bet they were sitting there with their tongues hanging out, wishing they could fuck you. Wishing you were theirs."
Then he moved closer and pressed himself up against her naked body. "But you're not theirs. You're mine. You know that, don't you, Suzie?" He reached up and stroked her hair. "Your head's mine..." His fingers slid around to her lips. "...Your mouth's mine. I can skullfuck you whenever I want. You know that. Don't you?"
The hopeless despair was back now, overwhelming her humiliation. "Oh God. Y...yes, Mr. May."
His hands moved to her breasts. "And your tits are mine. I can suck them and bite them and squeeze them..."
"Ohhhhh!..." she gasped.
"...As much as I want." His fingers tugged at her nipples. "And I can put those neat little clips on your nips whenever I feel like it. You know that too, don't you?"
She shuddered. "Yes, Mr. May," she whispered hopelessly. "I know that."
"And your ass." His hands slid down and cradled her bruised buttocks. "That's mine, too. I can paddle it and make it red and stripy whenever I want. Can't I?"
The tears were stinging her eyes now. "Yes, Mr. May. Oh God."
His hand moved around to her crotch. "And what else is mine? Tell me, Suzie."
"Oh God. My... my cunt. That's yours too, Mr. May."
His finger was up inside her, making her wince. "What for, Suzie?
Why's it mine?"
"So you can f...f...fuck it, Mr. May. Oh God."
His finger pumped slowly in and out of her. "So I can fuck it and fuck it and fuck it until I can't stand up. That's right, isn't it?"
She closed her eyes and turned her face away in despair. "Yes, Mr.
May. So you can... so you can fuck it and fuck it and fuck it until you can't stand up." Oh Rob, she thought in agony, where are you? Oh for God's sake, WHY AREN'T YOU HERE?
He was still talking as he probed her vagina. "Did you get the rug and the towel at recess, like I told you?"
Her face burned again. "Y...yes, Mr. May. I laid them round behind the shelves."
"Good." He laid his hands on her bare buttocks and gave her a push. "Let's go there. I need another fuck."
God, she thought hopelessly as she walked in front of him, when DON'T you need one, you little bastard? And how long before someone catches us doing it? Oh God!
He stopped near the rug and started peeling off his T-shirt. Then he paused, staring at her. "What are you waiting for, Suzie?" he demanded. "Why aren't you down there on your back with your legs open? You think I want to wait all day?"
She flinched, her cheeks throbbing with sudden humiliation. How was I to know what the hell you wanted, you little bastard? she thought bitterly. One minute it's a blow job, the next minute it's me on top, the next minute it's missionary... She got down on the rug and spread her legs and turned her face away, lips trembling.
He finished getting undressed and pressed his naked body down against hers. "Oh God," he sighed as he slowly pushed himself into her, "that cunt sure feels nice. So fucking NICE...!" He settled down to a slow unhurried rhythm, his bare buttocks rising and falling slowly and steadily on top of her. "Oh God... Just gonna do it... and do it..
and do it... All fucking DAY...!"
God damn you, she thought in despair as she lay there grunting under his slow thrusting, you might have all day but I haven't! She looked fearfully over towards the locked door. For God's sake get finished so I can get out of here!
But he was showing no sign of finishing. "Oh God," he gasped as he kept up the same slow in-and-out cadence on top of her, "this would have to be... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... the best fucking fuck...
uhhhhhh!... I've ever HAD!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... And it's going on... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... for fucking EVER!...
Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..."
For God's sake finish! she thought desperately. She grabbed for his face with both hands, pulling his lips onto hers and probing frantically into his open mouth with her tongue. Then she quickly wrapped her legs around him and began thudding her hips urgently up and down on the rug. Oh God, you little bastard - finish, finish, FINISH!...
"Mmmmmmm!... Mmmmmmm!..." he slobbered into her open mouth. Then he lifted his face away. "My dick... getting to you or something, Suzie?" he panted. He speeded up his thrusting to match her movements. "You horny bitch - you're starting to... uhhhhhh!...
uhhhhhh!... like all this fucking... aren't you?... Oh fuck - kiss me like that again! Mmmmmmm!... Ummmmmm!... Mmmmmmm!"
Her face burned with shame under his kissing. God damn you, you little monster, she thought savagely, I am NOT a whore - I do NOT enjoy being raped day and night! But if you don't finish soon I'll be late for my afternoon class as well! She tightened her grip on his face and rammed her mouth even harder against his, licking and probing and sucking, while she tightened her legs and ground her groin against him. For God's sake - COME!!...
He tore his mouth away again. "Oh God," he wailed as his thrusting became even harder and faster, "that fucking CUNT!... Warm... and wet... and fucking fantastic!... Oh shit...! Oh fuck...! Oh God...!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh YEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!..."
Thank God! she thought as she finally felt his semen spurting out inside her. She fell back against the rug, panting and exhausted.
Thank God! Thank God!...
"Oh God..." he sighed, slumping down onto her. He gave a few last tired thrusts with his rapidly-softening penis. "Oh God... Oh fuuuckkkkkk...!"
She rolled her eyes apprehensively towards the door. "Mr. May," she said hesitantly as he lay breathing hoarsely on top of her, "I... I have to go. I've got to get ready for my afternoon class. I can't afford to be late again. Please, Mr. May...!"
"Oh God..." He finally rolled off her and lay on his back on the rug. "Oh fuck..." He reached over and wearily fondled one of her breasts. "And... and you liked it too, didn't you, Suzie? You really got into it, humping and kissing me like that." He let out a long tired sigh, and then slid one hand up under her head, lifting it slightly up off the floor. "So why don'tcha... why don'tcha give Mr Dick a nice big wet licky kiss. And then you can tell him, `Thanks for a fantastic fuck, Mr Dick.' "
Her face burned again. Oh God - it was just to finish you off, you conceited little bastard! She struggled up off the floor and unwillingly brought her face down towards his wet penis. "Th...thank you for a fantastic fuck, Mr Dick," she muttered, and briefly kissed it.
"Nah," he said. "A nice big kiss, Suzie - a nice big long wet licky sucky kiss. And then say it again. Say it like you meant it."
Oh God! Rape's not enough, is it? she thought bitterly. I've got to thank you for it afterwards! She took his limp penis in one hand and bent down to it again, kissing and licking and sucking and shuddering at the taste. "Th...thank you, Mr Dick," she said once more as her mouth came away. "Thank you for a fantastic fuck." Oh God!
"Kiss him again," he commanded. "Lick him clean. And say, `Please get hard again soon, Mr Dick, so you can fuck me again.' "
She bent down again, flushed with humiliation, and began licking. As soon as the taste had receded she lifted her head and said, as grudgingly as she dared, "Please get hard again soon, Mr Dick. So you can f...fuck me again." Satisfied now, you little pervert?
"Yeah," he sighed contentedly - "nothing like a grateful bitch." He pushed her away. "OK - stand up and let me see my cum running out of your cunt. Then you can go."
She got up, still trembling, and stood at attention in front of him. "Yeah," he said again, "look at all that cum. Looks great." He looked sharply up at her. "Don't you go cleaning it off - you leave it there. You got that?"
Oh yes, she thought bitterly, I've got it all right - I go back to my class stinking like a brothel! "Yes, Mr. May," she said sullenly as she pulled her clothes back on.
He waved one hand in dismissal. "OK - fuck off, back to your class.
All the guys must be waiting for you. Waiting for you to bounce your boobs again." He smiled up at her. "Have fun."
She turned to leave, her face crimson. Thanks for nothing - you little bastard!
"Oh, Suzie." His voice stopped her near the door. "Be ready to leave at 4 p.m. Today you're gonna take me shopping."
* * * * * As they walked into the electronics store her heart sank. My God, she thought - look at the price of all this stuff, for God's sake! She looked hopelessly across at Albie. Oh God - so now I suppose you're going to make me blow months and months of savings.
He looked back at her, reading her mind. "Yeah, Suzie, that's right -
now you get to spend lots of money. Aren't you lucky?" He smiled thinly. "You find your credit card?"
"Yes, Mr. May," she muttered sullenly.
"Where was it?"
She flushed. "In the bottom of my overnight bag. Joey... Joey must've hidden it there." The twisted little bastard!
Albie grunted. "Yeah. Too bad you got caught short in Jake's store."
Then he smiled again. "But it worked out OK, didn't it? His customers oughta have a real ball on Wednesday night."
The feeling of bleak despair swept over her once more. "Oh God, Mr.
May," she said hopelessly, "I... I can't go through with that. I just can't! For God's sake why can't I just go and pay for the stuff and... and leave it at that? Please, Mr. May - for pity's sake...!"
But the young salesman was on them before Albie could reply. "Hi, folks," he said brightly. "Anything I can help you with?"
She stood there hopelessly, listening to them talking unintelligible jargon together, about pocket PCs and Bluetooth and wireless internet, while the upcoming evening in Jake's store kept running and running through her mind. Oh God, she thought despairingly, maybe if I went there alone and offered to pay him. Maybe if I offered to pay him double...
"You got your credit card there, Suzie?" Albie's voice interrupted her thoughts. "It's time to pay and go."
She looked numbly at the four-figure sum on the credit card slip, and then signed it without a word. My God, she thought hopelessly -
months of savings. Months and months...!
"So be sure to get back to me if you have any problems," the young salesman was saying. "Like I already told you, it's kinda slow, and it's not real cheap to use. You need a big budget if you're gonna spend much time online."
Albie smiled at him. "No problem," he said. "I got someone to cover the bills for me. Thanks for everything."
"You're welcome." The salesman was already turning away to serve the next customer. "Have a good day."
She tried again after they were sitting back in the car. "Mr. May -
about Wednesday night..."
"Look at this, Suzie." He held up the small computer. "Wireless internet. Now I can go online anywhere." He peered at it again, working the little keyboard with one hand. "And if I go to this site... Yeah - there we are." He held it up near her face. "See -
there's your video. The one of you and Joey. Kinda slow and jerky, `cause there isn't a lot of bandwidth, but there it is. Isn't that great?"
She stared numbly at the jerky little image. It froze momentarily, with Joey grimacing as he thrust into her from behind, then stuttered back to life again. "Oh God," she whispered. "You mean... you mean now you can send that video from anywhere? Even... even without a phone line? Oh my God..."
"Yeah." He was smirking at her. "Pics and videos - from anywhere. Any time. I can send stuff to your old man, I can send stuff to your boss, I can send stuff to the cops. Anywhere. Any time. Isn't that great?"
She sat there stunned, staring hopelessly at the little screen.
Joey's penis was in her mouth now. "Oh God," she whispered again as despair completely overwhelmed her. "Oh GOD...!"
"So," he went on, "whenever I tell you to do something, Suzie, you better fucking do it. And you better do it fast. Now drive me back to the school."
* * * * * She stood there trembling, back at the storeroom door, while he waited impatiently for her to unlock it. Oh God, she thought dully as the door swung open, what's he going to do to me now?
He walked inside, looking around at the shelves. "Where are the marker pens, Suzie? I need one."
"Th...there, Mr. May." She pointed hesitantly. What the hell does he want now, she thought. "But you... you have to sign for it..."
"You sign for it, Suzie." He carelessly ripped open one of the boxes and took out a black marker. "I'm just a student, remember?" He held up the pen, looking at it. "Yeah, that'll do."
She trotted fearfully after him as he headed around behind the shelves. For God's sake, she thought, what does he...?
"Where's that rug?" he demanded. "And the towel?"
"Oh God - I... I took them away after class. I didn't want anyone else finding them. Oh God, I'm sorry, Mr. May, I didn't know you'd want them again today." She turned away, desperate to appease him. "I'll... I'll go get them again right now..."
"Forget it." He knelt down beside the stack of shelves and carefully wrote something on the edge of the bottom shelf, down near the floor.
She moved hesitantly closer and looked down, torn between curiosity and fear. FMJ the writing said. What the hell?... she thought, baffled.
"OK." He stood up again, capping the pen and slipping it into his pocket. "Let's go."
She locked the storeroom door behind them and then hurried after him again, still baffled. He led her back to the classroom where he had raped her on the floor several days before. Oh God, she thought, remembering the janitor's vacuum cleaner just outside the door while they were doing it - where is that damned janitor anyway? She looked nervously around her again as they went inside. And what's he going to think, for God's sake, if he sees me following a teenage boy around the school at this hour?
Albie was kneeling on the floor again, up at the front of the classroom, writing something low down on one of the legs of the teacher's desk. "FMJ," he said aloud as he wrote it. He looked up at her. "You know what that stands for, Suzie?"
"N...no, Mr. May. I..."
He stood up and pocketed the pen again. "It stands for Fucked Suzie.
I thought you might've guessed by now." He smiled at her. "And you know something, Suzie? Before we're finished I'm gonna have it written all over the school. And then like I said before, wherever I go in this damn school I can tell myself: `That's the spot where I fucked Suzie.' " He moved closer and then reached out, sliding her skirt up her thigh and slipping his hand in under it. His fingers found her pantyless crotch. "That OK with you, Suzie? You looking forward to being fucked all over the school?"
"Aaahhh...!" she gasped as one of his fingers slid up inside her. "I... Oh God - y...yes, Mr. May. Whatever you say. Ohhhhhh...!"
"Whatever I say, huh? Well, isn't that great?" His finger started sliding in and out of her vagina. "But Suzie," he went on softly, "don't you remember something? Don't you remember back at the electronics store? Don't you remember what you did when I talked about Wednesday night?"
She felt a sudden chill of fear. Oh God, she thought, trembling -
what now?
His finger kept moving in and out. "You argued, Suzie. That's what you did. You remember now?"
"Oh God, Mr. May, I..."
"And it wasn't the first time today. You argued when I wanted that farewell fuck after breakfast. Remember that too?" His finger was still moving inside her.
"Oh God, Mr. May, it... it was only because it was so late and..."
"What did I say was gonna happen to you when you argued? After I told you to do something?" His finger delved deeper. "What did I say was gonna happen, Suzie?"
She trembled. "Oh God. You said I'd... I'd get my ass paddled. Oh God, please, Mr. May..."
"Yeah," he breathed, stroking her clitoris, "that's what I said, didn't I?" He paused, pulling at her shaved labia until she winced, then sliding his finger right up inside her again. "But you know something, Suzie - I'm not such a bad guy. I'm gonna give you a chance to get out of the paddling. Isn't that nice of me?"
She stood there wincing and gasping as his fondling got rougher. "Uhhhhhh!... Oh, y...yes, Mr. May, that's... ohhhhhh!...
that's so nice of you. Ahhhhhh!..."
"Right. So - all you gotta do is get the answer right. The answer I've already got here in my pocket." He pumped his finger slowly in and out of her some more. "So guess. Guess where I'm gonna write it next. Guess the next place where I'm gonna write FMJ, Suzie."
Oh God! Her mind raced. What was it he said before? she thought desperately. What's the dirtiest, most humiliating...? "The boys'
washroom!" she burst out suddenly. "One... one of the toilet cubicles."
"Lemme see." He made a great show of pulling a small piece of paper out of his pocket with his free hand. "And the answer is..." He paused, deliberately dragging out the moment. "...One of the GIRLS'
toilet cubicles!" He looked at her in mock sympathy. "Gee, Suzie -
you were so damn close. What a fucking shame!"
Oh God, she thought in despair, how could I possibly have guessed THAT? And anyway, how do I know it really was...?
"See?" He held the piece of paper up in front of her face. "No cheating." He smiled at her. "Just thought we'd do something different. For a change." Then he took his other hand away from her vagina and slid it around under her skirt to fondle her buttocks. "But your ass still gets the paddling. Tough luck. And you were so damn close!" He pushed her towards the door, with his hand still up under her skirt against her bare buttocks. "Now get moving.
It's FMJ time again, Suzie. And I'll even let you choose the cubicle."
Oh God, she thought in dismay as they came out through the door together, where's the janitor? She looked wildly up and down the brightly-lit hallway. Is he going to see me being felt up like this, for God's sake?
Albie laughed softly. He kept fondling her bare buttocks under her skirt as they walked along. "What's the problem, Suzie? The janitor's busy down the other end of the school. We've got plenty of time to fit in your next fuck before he gets back, if that's what you're worried about." He snickered again. "I wouldn't want to disappoint you. Not after you had so much fun at lunchtime."
They finally reached the girls' washroom. Thank God, she thought gratefully, looking back over her shoulder as they went in through the door - at least I'm not out in the hallway any more. With this little bastard's hand up my skirt. Oh God!
They stood together in the large tiled room. Albie's hand moved down her buttocks and slid in between her thighs from behind. "OK, Suzie,"
he said, with his finger feeling up between her labia, "which cubicle? Like I said, you get to choose."
"Oh God." She pointed blindly. "Th..that one." And let's do it quickly, for God's sake, she thought desperately - before the janitor gets here!
"OK," he said. "Strip." His finger was still prodding at her vagina from behind. "I can't fuck you with all those clothes on."
Oh God! She stood there trembling, unbuttoning her blouse while his hand kept groping up under her bare buttocks. After her blouse was off she stood with it in her hands, looking helplessly around her.
The benches were out of reach, and she didn't want to anger him by moving away from his probing fingers. "Just drop it on the floor," he told her. "And then take off your skirt."
He took his hand away so she could slide her skirt down her thighs.
Then as she bent over to slide the skirt down to her ankles he put his hand back again. "Just step out of it, Suzie," he said as his finger slid back up inside her. "No one's gonna steal your clothes while you're getting fucked."
She stepped forward numbly, naked except for her shoes, with his hand still working up under her crotch. Well of course I didn't think they'd be stolen, she thought despairingly. But what's the janitor going to think, for God's sake, if he looks in and sees all my clothes lying there on the floor?
He still had his hand under her crotch as they walked to the cubicle. "Now," he said as they squeezed inside together, "you get another choice. Where do you want to do it?"
She looked around uncertainly. "There's... there's no room..."
"There's always room for a fuck, Suzie. If you want it bad enough."
His finger moved in and out of her. "How about standing up, against the back of the door?"
"Y...yes, Mr. May. If that's what you..."
"But..." He was still talking as his finger kept moving inside her. "...Then I'd write FMJ on the inside of the door. That OK with you, Suzie?"
Oh God, she thought in alarm, that's so conspicuous! Everyone's bound to notice it there, and then sooner or later someone's sure to find out what it means! "Oh God! Isn't... isn't there some other way...?"
"Well," he said thoughtfully, "I could sit on the toilet lid, I guess. And then you could sit on me and fuck me, like you did this morning after breakfast."
"Yes, yes..." She clutched at him. "Let's do it like that! But please let's do it quickly, Mr. May - before the janitor comes. Oh God -
please!..."
"But," he went on, "then I'd have to write FMJ on the toilet lid.
That still OK with you?"
"Oh God - no!" she wailed. She looked frantically around the tiny space. "But there's nowhere else...!"
"How about on the floor, Suzie? Then I'd write it on the toilet pedestal, down near the floor. Would that be OK?"
"Oh, yes, yes!" she said desperately. "For God's sake let's just get it done..." Then she stopped, looking despairingly around again. "But how will we fit...?"
"Just get down on the floor, Suzie. Then we'll see how it works out.
Like I said, there's always room for a fuck." He pulled his sneakers off and then got undressed except for his T-shirt, hanging his clothes over the cubicle door.
She sat down hesitantly, gasping as her bare bottom came in contact with the cold tiles. "Oh God," she said, trying to lie down beside the toilet pedestal, "there's no room...!"
"Just slide your legs out under the door, Suzie. It doesn't go all the way to the floor. Your legs'll fit out through there."
"Oh God." She shuffled along on her back, finally getting herself awkwardly into position. "Mr. May, do we really have to...?"
But he was busy with his jeans, taking them back off the door and folded them. "Padding," he explained, smiling ironically down at her. "These floors are kinda rough on the knees." He bent down and laid the folded garment between her open legs and then climbed down on top of her. "See?" he panted as he struggled to slide his legs out between hers under the door. "There's always a way to fuck, if you want it bad enough." And then his penis was back at the mouth of her vagina. "Oh God..." he sighed as he slid slowly inside her again, "that cunt of yours'd feel good anywhere, Suzie, I swear it.
Even on the floor of the girls' washroom!"
My God, she thought despairingly as he started his slow thrusting on top of her - look at us, for God's sake! Two pairs of naked legs sticking out under the cubicle door! What if the janitor comes? Oh God - what if he comes?
"Oh God," he gasped as he pumped himself into her, "this feels even better... than lunchtime!... `Cause this time I know I'm gonna last... so fucking LONG...!"
She lay there with her face beside the toilet pedestal and her back pressed down hard against the cold tiles, grunting with every slow thrust of his penis. I just know we're going to get caught, she kept telling herself hopelessly. Oh God, he's taking forever and we're going to get CAUGHT...!
His slow humping finally started to speed up. "Oh God..." he gasped. "That cunt!... Feels so good!... Oh God!... Oh fuck!... I'm gonna fucking come!... I'm gonna fucking come in your fucking cunt and it feels so fucking GOOOOOODDDD!... Oh fuck!... Oh FUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKK!!..."
After his ejaculation had ended he lay on top of her, breathing hoarsely and trembling. "Oh God..." he gasped, "I'm never gonna let you go! I'm just gonna... just gonna fuck and fuck your sweet fucking cunt for fucking ever!... Oh God - what a sweet fucking hole... Oh God... Oh fuck..."
Oh God, she thought desperately as his breathing started to slow, can we please go now? Oh God - please! Before we get CAUGHT!
He gave a long slow sigh and slowly struggled up off her. "God, that was good," he said. "That's gotta be the best FMJ so far. Oh God...!"
He leaned against the wall for a while, still catching his breath.
Finally he gave her a prod with one foot. "OK, Suzie - fun's over.
Get up and get dressed while I write on the toilet. Then you can drive me home and feed me."
She lay there looking dumbly up at him as he smiled down at her. "We've got lots of fun stuff to do after supper," he said. "Including that paddling you're due for." His smile got wider. "I can't wait."


CHAPTER 15

Supper was over at last. She stood at the kitchen sink washing the dishes, in her high heels and maid's cap, with an apron tied around her naked body.
"Your bare butt looks so cute inside that apron, Suzie." Albie's voice came from behind her. "Just turn your head around a little bit.
And hold that plate where I can see it. I want a good pic of my cute bare-butt maid washing the dishes for me."
Oh God, she thought helplessly as she obeyed him, not more pictures!
And why are you making me wash the dishes like this anyway? Why can't I just put them in the dishwasher, like your service maid? It's just another way of humiliating me, isn't it?
"Yeah," he said, lowering the camera. "Real cute. But you look even cuter without it. So hurry up and finish those dishes and come over here. We got stuff to talk about."
What's to talk about? she thought hopelessly as she dried the last of the dishes and put them away. You blackmail me, you beat me, you rape me, you do whatever other filthy things to me that come into your filthy little adolescent head. And I just have to take it. What's to talk about, for God's sake? She took off the apron and dropped it despairingly on the bench, and then walked over naked to where he was sitting and brought herself to obedient attention in front of him.
He ran his eyes slowly up and down her nude body. "Well don't just stand there, Suzie," he said at last. "Supper's over, so it's showtime again. Get started!" And he picked up the camera once more.
Oh God! She slid one finger inside herself and slowly started pumping it in and out, her cheeks hot with fresh shame.
"And your tits, Suzie. Play with your tits with your other hand. And don't forget to pull one tit up and suck your nipple."
She stood there doing as she was told, with her face burning even brighter. "Good," he said at last. "You're real docile now, aren't you? Ever since I got this." And he held up the little pocket PC.
"Yes, Mr. May." She kept doggedly pumping at herself, cheeks throbbing. For God's sake, she thought, how much longer...?
"OK," he said, "that'll do - I've got enough pics for now. Come over here and sit down on the table in front of me. And open your legs. I want a nice pink cunt to feel up while we talk."
Oh God, she thought hopelessly as she sat down in front of him, can't we even TALK without you wanting to do something filthy? She opened her legs and closed her eyes. Oh my God!
"Mmmm," he said approvingly as his finger slid up inside her - "real juicy. You really got yourself going with the after-supper show, didn't you, Suzie?"
She winced at his fondling. "Yes, Mr. May," she said sullenly.
"OK." His finger felt for her G-spot. "We got stuff to talk about.
Open your eyes and look at me."
"Uhhhhhh...!" Her eyes jerked open. "Yes, Mr. May."
"Well, Suzie, it's like this..." He kept digging up inside her. "...You know I can fuck up your marriage any time I like. Right?"
"Ohhhhhh...! Yes, Mr. May."
"...And you know I can get you fired from school any time I like..."
<Dig, thrust, dig...> "Aaaahhh...! Ohhhhhh...! Y...yes, Mr. May."
"...And you know I can send you to jail any..." <dig> "...time..."
<dig> "...I..." <dig> "...like!"
"Ohhhhhh... ohhhhhh... ohhhhhh... Oh yes, Mr. May! Aaaahhh..."
Suddenly he pulled his finger out, leaving her partly aroused and trembling in front of him. "So," he went on, "from tonight we got a new system going." He smiled up at her. "A demerit system. Just like at school. Won't that be neat?"
Oh God, she thought, shivering - what does that mean, for God's sake?
He stood up. "Come over to my room, Suzie. And I'll show you."
His PC was already running. He sat down in front of it and started working. "OK, Suzie," he said. "Like I showed you before, I got all these emails queued up on that anonymous website, ready to go. And now you know I can send them from anywhere, right?"
Oh God, she thought in despair, of course I know it, you little bastard! What else do you think keeps me here, putting up with all the vile things you do to me? "Yes, Mr. May," she said dully.
"Well, lemme run through them again, just to remind you. Here's the attachment for the next message..." It was the pinup of her naked from the waist up, with her arms crossed in front of her. "...And the next one..." She was posed full frontal naked on the bed. "...And I made this the next one..." It was one of the pictures he had taken of her, with her breast dragged up to her mouth and her tongue licking her nipple.
She trembled, but said nothing.
"...And after this it gets real interesting. See?..." It was another of the pictures he had taken of her, with her fingers holding her labia wide open while she stared sensually at the camera.
Oh God, she thought hopelessly, I'd forgotten just how bad it looks.
How could I possibly ever explain...?
"...And the next one..." She was straddling him on his bed and pushing his penis up into her vagina with one hand.
"Oh God."
"...And the last one in the queue - `cause if we ever get this far it'll mean you've REALLY screwed up, Suzie - is the world-famous Susan and Joey video."
He looked at her. "So it works like this. Every time you screw up you get a demerit. And when you get up to THREE demerits the next email in the queue gets fired off. No arguments, no second chances. Got it?"
Despair hit her. "N...no second chances? Oh God, please..."
"The first four emails go to your boss and your old man," he went on. "But the last two - that's the pic of you shoving my dick up your cunt, and the video of Joey fucking you - get sent to the cops as well. Got it?"
"Yes, Mr. May, I've got it, I swear it. Oh please, Mr. May..."
"But..." He was still talking. "...Like I told you before, Suzie, I'm not such a bad guy. You wanna hear the good news?"
My God, she thought hopelessly, how can there possibly be any good news - after THAT?
"The good news is: you can buy back your demerits. Before they get up to three. So maybe I'll never have to send an email. Isn't that great?"
She just looked at him. There's a catch, she thought dully, not even trying to hope. There's got to be a catch. So what's the catch, you horrible little...?
"And all you gotta do, to buy back a demerit, is take whatever I feel like giving you, to work it off. Or what Joey feels like giving you, if he's here." He stopped, and smiled at her. "So waddaya think, Suzie? Isn't that a great system? I just knew you'd appreciate it, being a schoolteacher."
Oh God! She felt her tears starting again. I can just imagine what you'll feel like giving me, you vile little monster. Whippings -
paddlings - trying out all that... that dreadful equipment on me...
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God...!
"Awww," he said, "don't cry, Suzie. Look on the bright side. All you gotta do is never screw up, and then everything'll be just fine.
Right?"
"Oh God," she sobbed. All she could feel was despair. "Oh God!"
"Hey," he said, reaching up and patting her bare shoulder, "lemme show you how easy it is. Lemme show you how it works." He got up. "C'mon, Suzie - over to the dining table."
She stood hopeless and trembling beside the wide polished table while he went into the master bedroom. "Now, Suzie..." He dumped the large bag from Jake's store onto the table. "...All I want to do tonight is find out how good some of this stuff is." He rummaged around in the bag. "Yeah," he said happily, pulling out a small wooden paddle, "there it is." Then he pulled out a small whip and a wicked-
looking little quirt and laid them on the table beside the paddle. "And those too."
Oh God, she thought, I knew it - I just knew it!...
"And all YOU gotta do is - give me your opinion. OK? And if you do that right you won't get even a single demerit." He smiled at her again. "See how easy it is?"
She trembled again. Oh God! Then she licked her dry lips. "But w...what do I...?"
"You just bend over the table, Suzie." He was still smiling. "Yeah, just like that. Now, stretch out as far as you can, and grab the far edge of the table with your fingers. Yeah - that's it! Now," he went on, "all you gotta do is not let go - and you won't score any demerits. That's dead easy - right?"
"Oh God," she whimpered, tightening her grip on the edge of the table. She could feel her whole body shaking.
He picked up the paddle. "OK," he said, "think of it like this, Suzie. Imagine you've just earned yourself fifty swats. Right?"
Her bare buttocks tensed. "Oh God!..."
"And all I want you to tell me is - which one would you rather get them with? This one?..." <WHAPPP!> "Owwwwww!" she wailed.
"...Or this one?..." He had put down the paddle and was holding the little whip. <WHIPPP!> "Aaaahhhh! Owwwwww!... Oh God!..."
"...Or this one?..." This time he had the quirt. <SLASH!!> "Aaaaggghhh! Owwwwww! Oh God, oh God..." Without realizing it she had let go of the table edge with one hand and was frantically clutching at her burning buttock while her legs kicked out behind her. "Owwwww!... Oh GOD!..."
"Awww, gee, Suzie, you went and let go of the edge. That's one demerit already. What a bummer!"
"Ohhhhhh... Oh God... I'm sorry, I'm sorry...!" She scrabbled desperately back across the table, feeling her bare breasts skidding across the polished surface as she went. "I'm sorry, Mr. May," she wept as she finally regained her grip on the far edge. "I... I wasn't ready. Please... please could you not count that one? Oh God -
please!..."
"Hey, it's only one demerit, Suzie. You got two more to go before you get into trouble." He picked up the paddle again. "So let's try it over, and see if you get it right this time." He paused. "You sure you're ready now? We wouldn't want to lose another demerit so soon, would we?"
"Oh God. Y...yes, Mr. May. Oh God!..."
"OK - here we go again. Would you rather get them with this one?..."
<WHAPPP!> "Owwwwww!"
"...Or this one?..." <WHIPPP!> "Aaaahhhh! Owwwwww!..."
"...Or THIS one?..." <SLASH!!> "Aaaaggghhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Oh God, the paddle! Oh please, please, just the paddle! Owwwwww!..."
"Hey, you're doing real good, Suzie. And so far no more demerits -
isn't that great? So now let's try just the whip and the quirt. Would you rather get this one?..." <WHIPPP!> "Aaaahhhh! Owwwwww!..."
"...Or THIS one?..." <SLASH!!> "Aaaaggghhh! Aaaaggghhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!..." She kicked wildly with both feet, clinging desperately to the table edge. "The whip, the whip! Oh God - the whip!"
"Great," he said quietly as her sobbing died away. "So now I know which one you REALLY don't like." He brandished the quirt and looked at it. "Thanks a lot, Suzie."
Then as the rush of pain and panic faded, she realized. She closed her eyes, clutching hopelessly at the table. Oh God, you stupid idiot, she told herself. Now you've told him exactly how to hurt you the most! Oh my God - stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid...
"And even without all the demerits and stuff, you still got that paddling coming to you for arguing. For arguing at breakfast and arguing about Wednesday night. You remember, Suzie?"
"Oh God." She clung to the table.
"But you can stand up again for now. I wanna get naked and then maybe we'll try something different."
She struggled up off the table and then stood there, slowly massaging her punished buttocks. She looked down at the quirt lying beside Jake's bag and flinched. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid...
Albie undressed quickly. "God," he said ruefully, looking at his crotch as he pulled down his jeans, "I still haven't got hard again.
You sure have fucked my dick, Suzie."
Why's it my fault? she thought dully. You're the one who's been raping me non-stop for the last two days and more, you little bastard. No wonder you can't get it up again.
"OK." He stood there naked, looking at her. "So what are we gonna do to you for arguing, Suzie?"
Oh God, she thought hopelessly, you're asking ME? "I..." she faltered.
"How about jumping jacks? You wanna do some jumping jacks for me? You know - jump up, throw your arms out, open your legs. And then land back down on your toes." He smiled. "Oughta look real great when you get up a rhythm, Suzie - with your tits bouncing and your bald cunt opening and shutting." His smile got wider. "Yeah - I think I wanna see you doing that!"
Her heart sank. "Oh God..."
"And..." he went on, "just to make sure you keep up the rhythm, we'll use - guess what? - the QUIRT!"
"Oh God! Oh please, Mr. May, couldn't we do something different? Oh God, please...!"
He shook his head. "Nothing doing, Suzie. I let you get away with arguing this morning, when I told you to give me a farewell fuck. But you're not getting away with it this time." He flicked the quirt impatiently. "And if you take any longer to get started it'll be another demerit. And a double paddling. That what you want?"
"Oh God." She moved away from the table and brought herself to attention, with her legs trembling. Then she licked her lips and slowly and unwillingly bent her knees. She looked pleadingly at him. "Please..." she began again.
"OK," he said. "Jump!"
She jumped desperately into the air, trying to remember to throw out her arms and legs at the same time. Then before she realized it she had crashed back down to earth again, with her legs still awkwardly apart. "Ohhh!..." she gasped as she stumbled and staggered.
"That," he said disgustedly, "was fucking pathetic. Bend over, Suzie, and poke your ass over this way. Let's see if we can encourage you to do better."
"Oh God, please - I've never done them before, I..."
"Shut up and bend over. Or you'll score demerit number two."
"Oh God!" She bent over and pushed her bare bottom unwillingly towards him, trembling and cringing.
<SLASH!!> "Aaaaggghhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!" She leapt bolt upright and clutched wildly at her beaten buttock, hopping from one foot to the other to try to relieve the pain. "Owwwwww! Oh God!..."
"Hey," he said, "that's much more fun than when you're stretched over a table. You're a real great dancer, Suzie." He paused, snickering. "I gotta see that again. Bend over and push out your ass."
"Oh God, please...!" She stood there clutching her buttock and not moving, looking at him imploringly. She was crying openly now.
"That's two demerits! Now bend over right now or trigger the next email."
"Ohhhhhhhhh... Oh God...!" She quickly did as she was told, her whole body trembling as she held herself in place. "Oh God, pl..."
<SLASH!!> Much harder.
"Aaaaggghhh! Aaaaggghhh! Aaaaggghhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!
Owwwwww! Owwwwww!... Oh GOD!!..."
"Yeah!" he shouted over her howling. "Great dancing. Really great!
You oughta do it for a living, Suzie. You'd make a fortune!"
He stood watching until she was finally still, holding her buttock and sobbing softly. "OK, Suzie," he said at last, "you think you can do better at the jumping jacks now? Or do you just want a double paddling with the quirt?"
"Oh God!" She let go of her aching buttock and quickly bent her knees again.
"Jump!"
This time she managed to land back more or less on her toes. She staggered, but managed to keep her balance.
"Great, Suzie - you're getting the idea. Now let's get a decent rhythm going. Jump!...... Jump!...... Jump!...... Jump!...... Hey, that's fantastic! That looks really great! Jump!...... Jump!......
Jump!......"
She struggled desperately to keep up the rhythm, gasping and panting with the exertion as she leapt up and down. He pulled up a dining chair and sat down in front of her. "Oh fuck, yeah," he said, raising his voice above the sound of her frantic gasping. "God, that looks fucking fantastic - your tits bouncing, and your cunt opening and shutting... Oh yeah - just as good as I thought it'd be!"
"Oh God..." she gasped as she desperately forced her rubbery legs to keep working, "can't keep it up... any longer...! Oh God - please...!"
"OK," he said at last. "Take a break, Suzie. Get you breath back for the next bit."
"Oh God..." She came down to rest at last and stood there, chest heaving and covered in perspiration, sucking in huge lungfuls of air one after the other. "Oh God... Oh God... Oh God...!"
He got out of the chair and picked up the quirt. "But you didn't think you'd get away with just aerobics, did you, Suzie? You've still got that paddling to come." He walked around behind her. "So this time we'll make it a little bit faster, and I'll help you keep up the pace. Bend your knees and stick your butt out."
"Oh no! Please, Mr. May...!"
"You want the third demerit?"
"Oh God..." She bent her knees and stuck out her bottom, then leapt suddenly into the air to try to evade the blow. But Albie's hand was faster. "Aaaaggghhh!" she screamed as the quirt connected, and then fell forward in a tangle of arms and legs on the floor.
"Awww," said Albie, "you didn't keep jumping! C'mon - get up on your feet and let's try it again."
"Oh God, please..." She looked beseechingly up at him from the floor, her face streaked with tears. "I can't possibly keep doing it if you... if you keep hitting me like that. Oh God - please, Mr. May...!"
He tapped the quirt against his bare thigh. "Third demerit," he said warningly.
But her next attempt was no better. He looked down at her as she lay sprawled on the floor a second time, clutching her buttock and sobbing. "OK, Suzie, I got another idea. There's gotta be something you can keep doing while I paddle you, and I think I've got it. Stand up and put your hands on your head."
She struggled unwillingly to her feet, still weeping, and slowly did as she was told. "Right," he said, "now it's gonna be jogging. You're gonna jog round the room while I encourage you on the ass. And if your hands come off your head it'll be send the email time. Got it?"
"Oh God..."
"OK, Suzie - go!" <SLASH!!> "Owwwwww!" She dashed off awkwardly across the room holding her hands hard down on her head, with him in hot pursuit. <SLASH!!
> "Aaaaggghhh!..." <SLASH!!> "Aaaaggghhh!..." <SLASH!!> "Owwwwww!..."
"Go, Suzie!" he yelled gleefully as he ran behind her. "Run FASTER!..." <SLASH!!> "...Let's see those boobs BOUNCE!.." <SLASH!!> <SLASH!!> "...Yeaaay - it's the NAKED OLYMPICS!!..." <SLASH!!> <SLASH!!> <SLASH!!> She ran around frantically among the furniture, desperately trying to stay ahead of him and keep her hands in place at the same time, but the quirt kept finding its target. Then as she sprinted wildly across the living room he ran up beside her and swung his arm as hard as he could. <SLAAASSSHHH!!> "AIYEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!..." She leaped into the air with an agonized shriek and then collapsed in a crumpled heap on the floor, clutching her buttocks and sobbing uncontrollably.
He threw the quirt to one side. "Now I'm hard again," he said happily, and climbed on top of her.
* * * * * She stood naked watching him eat his breakfast, with the semen from his early morning coitus still sticky on her thighs. She could feel each quirt mark on her buttocks from the night before still throbbing faintly. Oh God, she thought, trembling, please let him be happy this morning...!
"Hey," he said suddenly, looking up at her, "what are you doing just standing there, Suzie? Get under the table and suck my dick."
"Oh God!" She scrambled under the table and hastily pressed her face up against his flaccid penis. "Sobby, Mr May... Ubbbbbb... Ummmmmm...
Ummmmmm..."
"Yeah," he sighed, leaning back in his chair, "that's what I call breakfast, Suzie - your cooking in my mouth and my dick in your mouth. Now if only there was some way for you to give me a blow job AND feed me with a fork at the same time. Then I wouldn't have to do anything!"
"Ubbbbbb... Ummmmmm... Ummmmmm..."
"Yeah, I guess you're right." He finished the last mouthful and then pushed her face away from his crotch. "Take my plate away and bring me some more coffee."
"Yes, Mr. May!" She scrambled quickly out again and served him. Then she brought herself back to naked attention beside him. "A...anything else, Mr. May?"
"Yeah." He sounded amused. "Go put your clothes on and come back here." He smirked up at her. "It just looks so fucking sexy when you lift your skirt up and play with yourself. I love it!" His smirk got wider. "Maybe one day I'll make you do it in front of the whole class."
Her face went white. "Oh God, Mr. May," she stammered, aghast, "how... how could we possibly keep it a secret if you made me do that? Someone... someone would say something for sure! Oh God, Mr.
May, for God's sake please don't make me..."
He cut her off. "Just go get dressed, Suzie. Get dressed and then come back here and give me the farewell finger. And don't argue."
"Yes, Mr. May," she said, desperate to appease him. Oh God, I mustn't get another demerit, she thought fearfully as she ran to get her clothes. He'll send the email!
She ran back breathless, still buttoning her blouse across her bare breasts. "OK," he said as she came to a hurried halt in front of him, "lift your skirt and get started."
Her face colored again as she lifted the skirt out of the way and pushed her finger back inside. "Yeah," he said after a while, "that sure is sexy. I just gotta make you do that in front of the class!"
"Oh God, Mr. May, please!..." She started to cry as she pumped doggedly at herself in front of him. "Oh please, Mr. May..." <Pump, pump, pump> "...Please, please, PLEASE don't make me do that..."
<Pump, pump, pump> "...Oh God - PLEASE!..." <Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump...> "But it's such a great show, Suzie. It really turns me on." Then he looked down at himself and frowned. "Shit, I'm still not hard. God, Suzie, you sure have stolen my mojo!"
It's not my fault, she thought in growing despair. <Pump, pump, pump> Oh God, you're the one who's done it and done it until you haven't got anything left... <Pump, pump, pump, pump> ...And now you're going to make me do this in front of the class and Rob'll divorce me and despise me and I'll lose my job and I'll go to jail forever and ever and ever... "Oh God!" she wailed aloud, suddenly desolate, with her tears falling even faster. "Oh God... Oh God... Oh God...!"
"OK, Suzie." His voice broke through her sobbing. "Lay off." He looked up at her tear-soaked face. "You better think of some other way to get me hard. That's if you want to make it to school before lunchtime."
"W...what?" She stood there, finger still buried in her vagina, looking at him blankly.
"Well, seeing it's your fault I can't get hard again it's up to you to think of something. So think of something."
"Oh God." Her shoulders slumped resignedly as she wiped the tears away. All right, she thought hopelessly, so you want me to suck you again, you little pervert. My God, I seem to be spending my whole life with your damned thing in my mouth...
"Nah," he said as she knelt down wearily in front of him and reached for his flaccid organ. "Something original, Suzie. Not that again."
She just looked at him. "I... I don't know, Mr. May. Maybe... maybe you can think of something."
"You open to suggestions, huh?"
"Yes, Mr. May." Suddenly she didn't care any more.
"Well, Suzie, I've just had a great idea." His lips twisted. "You've been on two demerits for a while now - right?"
The first stirrings of fresh fear moved through her. Oh God, she thought - what now? "Y...yes, Mr. May."
"And that's real unsafe, isn't it? I mean, the next email could go off any time. And you wouldn't want that, would you?"
She was trembling again. "N...no, Mr. May."
"So," he went on, "the way I see it, right now'd be a good time to buy back those demerits." He was smiling again. "And if you could buy back those demerits AND get me hard at the same time, that'd be just great for both of us, wouldn't it?"
"I..."
"Go look on the dining table, Suzie." His smile got wider. "Remember the paddle and the whip and the quirt? Well, because I'm such a nice guy I'm gonna let you choose. I'm gonna let you choose which one you're gonna bring back here. Isn't that nice of me?"
"Oh God..."
He waved her away. "Go get it, Suzie. And just remember - you're the one who asked for suggestions."
Why do you do it, she asked herself hopelessly as she stumbled out through the kitchen door. Why do you let him call the shots? She looked despairingly down at the three horrible implements lying on the dining table and reached out unwillingly for the paddle. Oh God...!
He was still smiling when she got back. "OK," he said happily as he took the paddle, "bend over the breakfast table and pull your skirt up. And because I'm such a nice guy, I'll cancel BOTH demerits if you get me hard again. Isn't that nice of me?"
"Oh God!" She did as she was told and waited, naked buttocks trembling, for the first blow.
"OK, Suzie." He moved behind her. "Let's see how many it takes to get me hard." Then she heard him snicker. "And because I'm such a nice guy, I'll even fuck you from behind after I get it up again. So you won't even have to move. Isn't that nice of me?" He swung the paddle.
<WHAPPP!> "Owwwwww!"
Then he started hitting her in earnest. <WHAPPP!> <WHAPPP!> <WHAPPP!> <WHAPPP!> "Don't worry, Suzie," he shouted over the sound of her wailing. "It shouldn't take more than 200 swats to get my mojo back again!"
* * * * * She walked slowly across the school carpark, carrying her bag and trying not to limp too obviously. Her raw buttocks still throbbed under her skirt. Thank God he didn't use the quirt, she thought gratefully. The paddle was bad enough!
She shivered at the thought of it, of the incredible sense of relief she had felt when he finally stopped beating her and entered her from behind. God, she thought, trembling, I never thought I'd actually feel thankful to be raped! Then she glanced at her watch. Well at least I got there early enough this morning - early enough to put up with all his filth and vileness and still make it here ahead of time.
She looked around almost furtively, and then went in to the teachers'
washroom. After she had shut herself in a cubicle she opened her bag and pulled out the bra and panties. Suddenly she felt like a guilty schoolgirl. Oh for God's sake, she told herself, you know the little bastard never shows up at class - he's only been coming in for his lunchtime and after-school rapes. And you think you can take another day of all those boys leering at you?
She pulled the panties up under her skirt, gasping as she eased them slowly and painfully up over her sore buttocks. Then she took off her blouse and quickly put on the bra as well. Don't worry, she kept telling herself as she rebuttoned her blouse with trembling fingers -
don't worry. He won't be there. Just make sure you take them off again well before lunch.
But he was there! Just after morning recess she saw him, sitting at the back of the class and staring fixedly at her.
She went rigid. Behave normally, she told herself - just behave normally! Your blouse is loose enough that he can't possibly be sure.
All you have to do is make an excuse to slip out just before lunch and take them off again. He might suspect, but he can't possibly be sure!
She continued with the lesson, being careful to move herself slowly and smoothly around the room, as if she was trying to stop her breasts bouncing. Then just before 12 noon she glanced at her watch and said casually, "Uh, class, I have to go now. Just finish up that last exercise and we'll all look at it together after lunch..."
"Suzie?" It was Albie, heading up to the front of the class with his workbook in his hand. "Can you give me a minute or two? There's some stuff I don't understand about this exercise."
"Uh, we'll have a look at it right after lunch, Albert. Right now I have to go..."
"Please." He was looking at her imploringly. "It'll only take a minute. I want to work on it over the lunch break. And all I need is a little bit of help."
The whole class had fallen silent, waiting to see her reaction. Oh God, she thought, the little bastard's got me! God help me now! "O...OK, Albert," she said weakly. "What... what is it you need to know?"
As he opened his book in front of her one of the other students called out, "It's lunch break, Can we go now?"
The class started filing out without even waiting for her answer. She was sitting rigid, staring at the workbook page Albie was holding open in front of her. The writing was small, but very, very legible: You stay right there, Suzie. Until everybody's gone. DON'T YOU FUCKING MOVE!
Oh God! Oh God! The last students were leaving the room. Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!...
He waited until their footsteps had died away. Then he started talking, very quietly. "You know something, Suzie? I got real horny thinking about you after you left this morning. Remembering how I paddled you and made you yell, while my dick got harder and harder.
And then how I fucked you from behind, and how you moaned every time I banged up against your red ass. And so I thought I'd come to school earlier today, and sit in class for a while and see what your boobs looked like bouncing around under your blouse." He looked down at her. "And guess what, Suzie? No bounce."
Face him down, she thought desperately, staring past him at the back wall. For God's sake face him down for once. It's your only chance! "Well, Mr. May," she said, as firmly as she could, "I guess that's because I got tired of all those boys staring at me. And so I made myself move very slowly and carefully, so I wouldn't bounce. I imagine that's why you couldn't see any bouncing. And now if you'll excuse me for a few minutes I just have to go to the..."
His hand moved like lightning, grabbing her top button and flipping it undone before she could move. And then just as quickly he had one side of her blouse slipped partly off her shoulder. "Well, well, well, Suzie," he said, still speaking very softly, "what's that I can see? If I didn't know better I'd say it looked just like a bra strap.
But of course it can't be, can it? Because you're not wearing a bra, are you?"
"Oh God." Her facade crumbled. "Oh God."
He moved around so that he was standing between her and the door.
Then he slid his hand quickly down the front of her blouse. "And if you're not wearing a bra," he hissed, "then WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?"
* * * * * She stood at attention in front of him in the storeroom, naked except for her high heels. And trembling all over.
"Well, well, well," he said, holding up her discarded clothing - "bra AND panties! You sure decided to go for the big screw up, didn't you, Suzie?"
A desperate little sob escaped her. "Oh please, Mr. May! I... I got so I couldn't bear it, the way all those boys were staring at me. I just couldn't bear it! Oh please, Mr. May...!"
"Couldn't bear it, huh?" His lips twisted again. "We'll see how much you can bear, Suzie. Before the end of today."
"Oh God, please...!"
He interrupted her. "You're back on two demerits, Suzie. One for the bra and one for the panties. But you're in luck. I'm gonna fix it so you can buy them both back again - right now. So things won't be so risky for you." He was smiling again. "Isn't that nice of me?"
"Oh God."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the black marker pen. Then he knelt down in front of her and carefully drew an outline on the floor around each of her shoes, while she trembled above him. "OK,"
he said, looking up at her, "guess what happens if you move your feet off those spots before I tell you?"
"Oh God!"
"That's right, Suzie - demerit number three. And that'll mean..." He reached into his bag and pulled out the pocket PC. "...Instant email!"
She let out another hopeless little sob. Oh God, she thought despairingly, why did I think I could ever get away with...?
"Put you hands behind you." He was holding the leather collar and cuffs. "Now, Suzie!"
"Oh God, Mr. May, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry I wore the bra! I promise I'll never ever ever EVER..."
"God, Suzie." His voice cut across her pleading. "I sure do get sick of hearing the same shit. Every time you screw up." He finished putting the cuffs on, then lifted her hair out of the way as he buckled the collar around her throat. "Pull your wrists up your back."
"Aaaahhh!" she gasped as he wrenched her wrists up even higher and clipped the little lead to the collar. "Oh God - please...!"
"So you wanted to wear a bra, huh?" He was in front of her again, fondling her left breast. "Well, that's OK. Yeah," he breathed as he slowly teased her nipple to erectness, "you can wear a bra right through till the end of class." And he reached into his pocket with his other hand.
"Oh God, NO!" She cowered back in sudden horror as he brought the vicious little serrated clip up towards her erect nipple.
"Don't you move your feet, Suzie!" he almost shouted at her as she jerked desperately away from him. "Not if you don't want that email to go. Now fucking hold still!"
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Oh no!" she gibbered, staring down at herself in terror as he stretched out her nipple with his fingertips and brought the savage little gaping jaws closer and closer. "Oh God Mr. May please don't do it don't do it I'm begging you I'm begging you I'll do anything anything anything anything I'll... Aaaaggghhh! Owwwwww!
OWWWWWW! Oh God - oh GOD!..."
He stood looking at her as she hunched right over with her hands still tied behind her, eyes tight shut and mouth gaping open in agony. "Oh God!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!... Oh God, Mr. May!... Oh PLEASE!... Oh it hurts!... It hurts!... It hurts SO MUCH!... Oh God - PLEEEEEEASSSSSSE!!..."
"It'll settle down, Suzie." His voice was devoid of pity. "In a little while you'll hardly even know it's there." Then he stepped forward again. "Specially after I put the other one on."
"Aaahhh!... Aaaahhh!... Ohhhhhh!..." Don't respond, she told her body desperately as he started slowly fondling her other nipple. Don't get erect! For God's sake don't get erect!... But his mouth was at her breast, licking and sucking ever so gently and insidiously, and she felt the nipple starting to grow and swell of its own accord. And then she jerked her eyes open just in time to see the other clip closing on her tender flesh.
She shrieked in anguish. "You better keep it down, Suzie," Albie shouted over the sound of her wailing. "Someone might come past the storeroom and hear you hollering."
"Oh God!... Oh God, Mr. May...! Oh God, this is the worst... the worst thing you've ever done to me...! Oh God - please...!"
"Aw, come on, Suzie. I'll bet they've started to settle down already.
Haven't they?"
"Oh God, no!... Now they're aching!... They're aching and throbbing!... And it isn't stopping it isn't stopping it isn't stopping!... Oh God - please - please - please - please - please!..."
But he was busy behind her back. "I'm gonna undo your wrists now, Suzie. But then you gotta put your hands on your head. And it's the same rule as last night - if your hands come off it's another demerit. And you know what that'll mean, don't you?"
"Ohhhhhh!..." She hardly noticed the ache in her shoulders as her wrists came free - her whole attention was on her tortured nipples. "Oh God," she moaned as she slowly lifted her hands into position. "Oh God!... Ohhhhhh!..."
He moved in front of her with something in his hand, but she didn't even register what it was. She blinked at him wretchedly through her tears. "Mr. May, please - please - please!!..."
"Coming up, Suzie." He reached up. "You're getting your bra back, just like you wanted. Now lift your hands so I can slip them through the bra straps. But don't take them down off your head!"
"Oh Mr. May, please!" She stood there trembling as he slid the bra straps down her arms. "Please don't fasten the bra over them. They'll hurt even more! Oh God - please!..."
"But you don't want your boobs bouncing, do you, Suzie? Not with all those boys staring at you in the classroom. You couldn't bear that, could you?" He slipped a bra cup in place over her right breast, making her gasp with pain. Then he reached out towards her left breast.
"Oh God, just a minute, Mr. May!" she begged desperately, hands still on her head. "Ohhh!... Oh it hurts!..." Fresh tears brimmed in her eyes and then ran down her already tear-soaked face. "Mr. May, w...wouldn't just one clip be enough... enough to buy back the two demerits? Oh God, does it have to be two? C...couldn't you take one off? Before you put the bra on? Oh God, please, Mr. May!..."
"Two demerits?" He raised one eyebrow as he slid the second bra cup into place. "Suzie, the bra only cost you one demerit. You still gotta buy back the other demerit you got for the panties." He stopped, and smiled at her. "And guess where THOSE clips are gonna go!"
* * * * * "You OK, Suzie?" Albie's voice came from the back of the classroom, filled with apparent concern. "You don't look real well."
She gritted her teeth, gripping tightly on the edge of the desk. The vicious little clips had settled down to a nagging throbbing ache on her nipples and labia, but the pain flared again every time she moved. "I'm... I'm OK, Mr. May. Th...thank you for your concern." You hypocritical little monster!
"Gee, I'm sorry you're not well, Suzie," said one of the other boys. "You were looking in great shape yesterday."
Several boys snickered. She flushed, then did her best to glare at them until they fell silent. Then she took a deep breath and got slowly and painfully to her feet, trying not to groan out loud, and forced herself to walk around and check their workbooks.
Somehow she made it through till the end of the class. As the last of the students were leaving Albie walked past her and whispered, "Stay there, Suzie. Don't move till I get back."
Her knuckles were white on the edge of the desk by the time he got back, and her whole body was trembling. "Oh God," she whispered, looking beseechingly up at him, "I can't take these for even one more minute! Oh please, Mr. May, can I go and take them off now? Oh for God's sake - please, please, please..."
He looked at his watch. "OK," he said. "I guess you've had them on long enough to make the point. You can take them off."
"Oh thank you, Mr. May!" She got shakily to her feet and started moving towards the door, biting her lip against the pain.
"Nope," he said firmly, stepping in front of her. "You want them off, you take them off here."
"What?" She stared at him in horror. "Here? In the classroom? For God's sake, Mr. May..."
"OK, Suzie." He put an arm around her shoulders and propelled her back to her chair. "You can just sit there with them on. Until you decide to change your mind." And then he folded his arms and stood there, waiting.
"Mr. May, please!" The sweat was breaking out on her face as she clung desperately to the arms of her chair. "The classwork - it... it distracted me. From the pain. But now... all I can think about... is how much they're hurting! Mr. May, I can't stand it. You've got to let me go and take them off!"
"So take them off, Suzie." His arms were still folded. "I already said you could. Go ahead."
"Mr. May, please! How can I p...p...possibly take them off here? In the classroom? Oh God - PLEASE!..."
"Tell you what, Suzie." He moved two steps sideways. "I'll stand between you and the door. `Cause I'm such a nice guy. That make you feel better?"
"Oh God!" Desperation drove her as she leaned forward and scrabbled at the back of her blouse, pulling it frantically out of her waistband. She reached up underneath it, groping desperately for the bra hooks. "Oh God," she moaned again, looking fearfully in the direction of the door. Then the bra cups came free and she almost screamed as fresh pain surged through her tormented breasts. "Ohhhhhh!" she wailed, groping urgently up under the front of her blouse. She pushed the loose bra out of the way and clutched at the first clip with shaking fingers. "Aaahhh!..." she gasped as she eased the serrated jaws off her throbbing nipple. "Oh GOD!..."
"I hear they hurt even more when they come off," he said helpfully. "That right, Suzie?"
"Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!..." Oh God, you filthy sadistic little bastard, I hope you rot in hell forever! Her fingers were at the other clip now, trying desperately to ease it off more slowly and less painfully. "Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" she moaned as the serrations slowly pulled out of the deep indentations in her flesh. "Oh... my...
God!..."
He held out his hand for the clips. "OK," he said. "Now give me the other two."
"Mr. May, please!" She looked hopelessly around him at the open door. "If somebody comes..."
He shrugged. "OK, Suzie. It's your cunt, not mine." And he folded his arms again.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God...!" She slid her skirt frantically up her thighs and reached for her panties. "Owwwwww!" she moaned as she pulled the panties away from her crotch and again jostled the clips on her labia. "Oh God, it HURTS!..." She reached down desperately towards her groin. Oh God, I don't care any more, she thought through the pain, I don't give a damn who walks in now - I've just got to get these OFF!...
She shuddered as she eased off the third clip, trying to stifle her groans as fresh pain came flooding back. Then as she exhaustedly tackled the last clip and shakily began to pull it free, her sweaty fingers slipped off it and it snapped savagely shut again on her tender labia. "Aaarrrggghhh!" she screamed. "Oh GODDDDDD!!"
He stood watching her struggle, trembling and whimpering, to finally remove the vicious little implement. Then he held out his hand for it.
He looked at her as he slipped the clips into his pocket. "You planning to wear a bra and panties to school again, Suzie?"
She sat there, eyes tight shut, clutching her throbbing crotch through her skirt and trying not to cry.
"No, Mr. May," she whispered.


CHAPTER 16

"OK, Suzie." Albie hustled her inside his apartment and locked the door. "You really screwed up my lunchtime with all that bra and panties shit. So I haven't had a fuck since this morning, and I need to start pumping your cunt right now. That means you better hurry up and get naked!"

My God, she thought - my tender young lover! Hurry up and get naked so I can rape you again. Oh God...

She was just reaching for the buttons on her blouse when the doorbell rang. "Shit!" said Albie. "Who the hell's that? And just when I was getting ready for a fuck." He went to the door and peered through the peephole. "Hey," he said delightedly, "it's Joey! And it looks like he's got a girl with him!"

"Hi, buddy," said Joey as the door opened. "We saw you driving into the carpark as we came in off the street." He turned to the girl beside him. "This is Donna. She's fourteen."
Donna was slightly built, with short dark hair and an impish smile.
Her dark eyes flashed as she looked up at Albie. "Hi, big boy," she said. "I've heard a lot about you." She moved up beside him and slipped an arm around his shoulders. "Wanna fuck?"
Albie just gaped at her, suddenly speechless. "Hey, what's the matter, kid?" said Joey. "I told you I had some spares for you in my little black book, and here's one of them." He grinned at the other boy. "So what are you waiting for?"
"I..."
Donna took over. "Which is your bedroom, big boy? This one?" She started propelling him towards the door of his room, with her arm still firmly around his shoulders. "Let's get in there and get naked and get humping." She smiled at him again. "OK with you?"
"Oh God," said Albie as Donna casually pushed the door shut behind them. It hit the door jamb and bounced back slightly, sitting there ajar. There was a short lull, and then sounds started drifting out through the opening.

"Ooooh - my God! Look at the size of your dick! How big is it when you've got a hard on, for God's sake? Let me suck it and see..."
"Ohhhhhh... Ohhhhhh... Oh God - Donnaaaaa!..."
"And now it's your turn, big boy. Let me show you about eating pussy.
You'll love it!" A girlish giggle. "And so will I!..."
Joey turned to the woman beside him and smiled. "Sounds like they're getting on OK. Wouldn't you say so, Suzie?"
She just stood there, rigid with shock, staring in disbelief at the almost-closed door. "My God..." she whispered.
"Yeah," said Joey, "she's a fast worker, isn't she?" He moved up beside her and slid one hand up the inside of her thigh. "So why don't we get naked and get humping too?"

"Oh God." She let Joey lead her away to the master bedroom, and then just stood there dumbly while he stripped her.

"Hey," he said in surprise, "what are those marks on your tits?" He grabbed a breast in one hand and looked closely at it. "They look like... like those neat little crocodile clips from Uncle Jake's store." He stopped, and then grinned up at her. "You been wearing a bra to school, Suzie?"

She trembled, but said nothing. He snickered, and then bent down to look at her crotch. "God," he said happily, pulling her labia out so he could see them, "on your cunt lips too. Bra AND panties, huh?" He grinned up at her again. "How long did he make you wear them?"
She flushed. "All... all through afternoon class."
"Wow!" He pulled at her labia again, making her wince, and then peered down once more. "God, I wish I'd been there, to watch you wriggling and squirming in front of all those kids. That would've been so cool." He looked up at her. "Hey," he said, "why don'tcha give me my very own show, right now? Let me see what it was like."
And he went over to the bag from Jake's store.

"Oh God - no!" She ran after him and grabbed at his arm as he reached into the bag. "Oh God, please Joey - they hurt so much! And... and I haven't done anything to deserve it. Oh please, Joey, Mr. May only gives me demerits when I do something wrong. For God's sake - please!"

He stared at her. "Demerits? You mean like at school? God - is that what he's been doing to you?"
She flushed again. "Y...yes, Joey."

"Wow. That kid sure has got you trained." He shook his head. "I never thought he had it in him." Then he looked down at the little clips in his hand. "But I still wanna see these..."
"What's up, Joey?" Donna's voice came from the doorway. "Whatcha doing with her? Fucked her yet?"
Joey turned around in surprise. "Finished already, baby?" He looked behind her, out through the door. "Where's Albie?"
"He went to sleep." Donna let out another giggle. "I think I fucked him to death."
"God," said Joey ruefully, "that kid's got no stamina." He shook his head again. "You should've seen him over the weekend. He'd only fucked her about five or six times and he was finished. Then every time he did it after that it was instant shuteye!"

"I know, Joey." Donna's tone was soothing. "Like you told me - when you get to fifteen you're past it." She pressed her slim naked body insinuatingly up against him and nibbled his ear. "So why don't YOU fuck me? While you're still young enough."

"God, Donna, I fucked you just before we got here. And you've only just finished fucking Albie. How often do you want it, for God's sake?"

She giggled again. "Long and often, baby." Her hand was at his crotch, fondling his penis through his jeans. "Long and often."
"Oh God." He put his arms around her. "You are so fucking sweet, aren't you? But you gotta give me a little bit longer to get it up again." He turned and looked at the naked woman standing in the room with them. "And anyway, I was just starting to do some stuff with her."

"God," said Donna, looking at her, "how old is she, for fuck's sake?
She must be twice my age at least. Why would you want to fuck her when you can have me?"
Joey caressed her slim buttocks. "You'll get your turn, sweetheart.
When I've finished with her." He held up the little clips. "I was just thinking about trying these out on her."

Oh God, she thought, trembling as she watched the two of them embracing - Albie's asleep and now you can do what you like to me without him knowing. Oh God help me!

"Hey - cool." Donna was handling the little clips and looking at them closely. She opened and closed one of them experimentally. "Wow - are they spring loaded or what! And real sharp and jaggy. They'd sure smart if you put them on!"

"Yeah," said Joey. "Albie put them on her at school, for wearing a bra and panties when he told her not to. God, I wish I'd been there to see it!" He released Donna and moved towards the older woman. "But we can have our own show right now."

"Oh God - no!" She backed desperately away across the room, hands instinctively shielding her bare breasts and groin. "Oh please, Joey -
Mr. May only does it when I... when I do something wrong. Oh God -
please...!"

"You're a schoolteacher, aren't you?" Donna's voice was sour. "If that's not doing something wrong, I don't know what is."
Joey stopped part way across the room and looked back at her. "What's the matter, baby? Don't you like schoolteachers?"
"Are you kidding? They're always on my case." Donna's voice slipped into a mocking mimicry: " `Don't wear clothes like that, Donna. You don't want to look like a little tart, do you?' And: `Don't be so forward with the boys, Donna. You could get into a lot of trouble.' "
She pulled a bitter face. "And lots more shit like that. It gets right up my nose."

Joey grinned. "Well this one's no different, baby. You should've seen the look on her face when you took Albie in there and started fucking him. I thought her eyes were gonna pop out."
Donna flushed, looking angrily at the older woman. "And who are you to talk, bitch? The way I hear it, you've being fucking these two guys non-stop for the past week or more. At least I don't run around chasing young kids half my age!"

Joey chuckled. "She's hardly been chasing us, baby. She only lets us fuck her because she has to. Albie's got something on her. Something real big. So she's just gotta do everything he says."

"Yeah - I wondered about that." Donna paused, her dark eyes glittering. "So this old bitch has to do every single fucking thing you tell her, huh? God - you couldn't set that up with some of the bitches at my school, could you?"

Joey grinned again. "Don't think so, baby. But hey, you can have fun with this one if you like."
Oh God! she thought, recoiling in sudden horror. Oh my God, you horrible little monster. Oh you vile, vile, filthy, filthy...!
"Can I?" Donna's smile was hard. "Oh, that would be neat. That would be so, so neat." She started moving slowly towards the older naked woman. "So... so... fucking... NEAT!"
"Lemme cuff her for you first, baby." Joey had his hand on the young girl's shoulder, holding her back. "Keep her hands out of the way while you do stuff." And he went over to Jake's bag.
"Oh God!" she said desperately as Joey came towards her with the collar and cuffs. She held up her hands to ward him off. "Oh God, please, Joey. Please, please, please...!"
He stopped in front of her. "You want me to go wake Albie up? Tell him to give you one of those demerits you were telling me about?"
"Oh God - no! He'll... he'll be so angry if you wake him up for that.
Oh please..."

"Well then..." Joey spoke with exasperated patience. "...If you don't want me to wake him up, put your hands behind your fucking back."
She stood there hopeless and trembling as he walked behind her and attached the cuffs and collar, wrenching her wrists high up her back. "OK, baby," he said to Donna. "She's all yours."

Donna was busy rummaging in Jake's bag. "God," she said, "you sure have got some stuff in here." She held something up. "What's this?"
"That's a spreader bar, baby. The straps go round her ankles. Then you undo the butterfly nut and slide it out as far as you want and tighten it up again. Got the idea?"
"Cool." Donna laid it aside. "We'll put that on her." She held up something else. "And what's this?"
Oh God, she thought hopelessly as she saw what the young girl was holding, she's found the strap! The little wretch must have some kind of instinct on how to hurt me. Oh my God!...
The pile of equipment on the floor slowly grew, as Donna kept searching through the bag and asking Joey about each item. "OK," she said at last, picking up the spreader bar, "that should do it. You got those neat little clips there, baby?"
"Just a minute, sweetcakes. I'll go close Albie's door and turn on the boom box in the living room. So he won't wake up." He grinned at the young girl. "Then I'll come back and get naked, and we'll see how loud we can make her squeal!"
"Oh God, please!" she begged as Joey came back and shut the door on the sound of the rock music. She huddled trembling against the wall, straining at the cuffs behind her back. "Please don't hurt me, Joey!
Oh for pity's sake, what have I done to...?"
"You're a fucking schoolteacher bitch." Donna's voice was cold. "And if you were at my school you'd be on my fucking case just like all the other bitches." She looked back over her shoulder as she knelt down with the spreader bar. "C'mon, baby - gimme a hand with this thing, willya?"
"Hold tight, sweetie - I'm still getting my gear off." Joey finished undressing and then came over to her. His penis was already erect.
"Hey," said Donna, looking at his stiff young shaft, "I thought you said you needed more time to get it up again. What gives?"
Joey pressed himself up against Donna's bare back as she crouched on the floor. "It's thinking about the music," he said happily, reaching down to caress her young breasts. "It turns me on." He snickered. "Not the boom box - the sound of an old bitch squealing!"
Oh God, oh God, oh God! she thought in horror, they don't even need a reason - they're just going to hurt me for the sake of it! Her legs gave way under her and she sank to her knees, her mouth working. "Oh God, please, Joey," she begged, with tears running down her face, "I haven't done anything - oh God, I haven't done anything. Oh please don't hurt me! Oh God, I'm begging you! Please, please, PLEASE don't..."
Suddenly Joey reached out and grabbed her by the hair. Then he brought his face down very close to hers. "Hey, Suzie," he said softly, "you remember last weekend, when Albie made me go easy on you? When all I was doing was giving you a little harmless pussy paddling." His fingers tightened in her hair, tilting her frightened face up towards his. "And you cried and whined so much he made me stop, for fuck's sake. And then you did it again, when all I wanted you to do was suck the shit off my dick." He shook her. "And what did I tell you, Suzie? What did I tell you back then?"
"Oh God!..."
"I told you Albie was too fucking nice to you, didn't I? But I promised that one day I'd get you to myself. And then we'd see about nice." He wrenched her head back even further. "And guess what, Suzie? Albie's asleep, and the doors are shut, and the boom box is on. And I've got you..." His mouth twisted. "...ALL TO MYSELF!"
"Oh God! Oh God help me!"
"All to Ourselves, baby." Donna ran her hand up Joey's bare thigh and caressed his erect penis. "All to Ourselves!" She waved the spreader bar at him. "Let's get this on her, for fuck's sake. I wanna hear some of that squealing you've been talking about."
"Oh God!" Suddenly she jumped up and pushed past both of them and ran to the door, straining madly at her cuffs. She spun around and bent her knees, groping frantically for the doorknob behind her back with her tied hands. "Got to get out!" she gasped desperately, struggling to turn it. "Oh God - got to get OUT...!"
Joey walked over and stood in front of her as she struggled to grip the doorknob. Then he stretched up on tiptoe and slowly and deliberately pushed home the bolt at the top of the door. "OK," he said smugly, "let's see you open that!"
"Oh God!" She froze, staring hopelessly up at the closed bolt, so far out of reach that it might as well have been on the moon. "Oh God..."
And then Donna was standing in front of her as well. "Are you done, schoolteacher bitch?" She held up the spreader bar again. "Or do you just want us to hurt you twice as bad for fucking around?"
She started crying once more. "Oh God - please, please, please...!"
"Stand up straight, Suzie." Joey's hard young voice interrupted her. "And spread your legs."
She stood trembling against the locked door, still weeping quietly, while both naked young teenagers knelt in front of her and strapped the spreader bar to her ankles. "Now," said Joey, "let's see how wide she'll spread." Then he loosened the butterfly nut. "C'mon, Suzie."
He tapped her ankle impatiently. "Open up wider. This thing slides out to four feet or more."
"Ohhh...! Oh please, Joey - not that far! Oh God - please!"
"There!" he said with satisfaction, tightening the nut again. "Out as far as it'll go." He reached up and casually fondled her taut crotch. "Look at that, baby," he said over his shoulder. "One schoolteacher cunt - wide open!"
"Yeah," said Donna. She already had the strap in her hand. "Now leave her to me." She waited till Joey moved aside and then approached the trembling helpless woman. "Now, schoolteacher bitch..." She slapped the strap up under one bare breast. <WHAPP!> "Owwwwww!..."
"...Tell me the kind of stuff you'd say to me, if you were my teacher." <WHAPP!> up under the other breast.
"Owwwwww! Oh God!... I... I..."
<WHAPP!> "C'mon - tell me!"
"Owwwwww! Owwwwww! I... Oh God! ...I'd say you were a very nice...
very nice young girl, with very nice manners and..."
"Tell me what you really think, you lying schoolteacher cunt."
<WHAPP! WHAPP!> up under each breast again, then <WHAPP!> between her trembling legs, on top of her gaping vagina.
"Owwwwww! Owwwwww! OWWWWWW!!..." And then she lost it. "Oh God, you horrible little bitch!" she shouted, shaking with rage and pain and humiliation. "I think you're a cruel filthy sadistic little slut.
That's what I really think! I think those other teachers are absolutely right about you and the sooner you're taken into care the better. I think..."
<WHAPP!> The strap slammed hard across her open vagina again and she shrieked. Then Donna started really hitting her, breasts, crotch, thighs, until she blundered howling away from the door, legs grotesquely spread and body doubled over, and fell heavily to the floor on her face. "Fucking schoolteacher cunt!" Donna kept screaming as she slapped savagely at the prone body in front of her. "Fucking schoolteacher CUNT!!..."
"Hold it, baby!" Joey raised his voice to carry above the noise. "Lemme turn her over for you!" He reached down and grabbed the spreader bar and flipped the wailing naked woman onto her back on the floor. "There y'go!" he shouted breathlessly as he stepped onto the bar. "If I stand on this she can't do a fucking thing! Hit her on the cunt again, baby - hit her on the cunt!"
Just then the doorknob was rattled, and then rattled again - hard.
Then they heard the sound of knocking, and Albie's muffled voice from the other side of the door: "Open up, you guys. How come you got this door locked, for fuck's sake?"
There was a moment's silence. "Oh shit!" whispered Joey with quiet savagery. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" Then he forced his expression into a pleasant smile and walked over and unbolted the door. "Hiya, buddy," he said cheerfully as he opened it. "What's up?"
"What are you guys doing?" Albie stood there, still naked, looking down suspiciously at the weeping woman on the floor.
Donna quickly moved up beside him and pressed her bare body against his. "We were just having a little fun with her, baby." She reached down and gently caressed his flaccid penis. "That's what she's for, isn't she?"
"Well, yeah," said Albie doubtfully, putting an arm around her shoulder. "But she only gets punished for screw ups. That's the system."
"So how about dissing Donna baby?" Joey's response was quick. "That count as a screw up?" He looked down at the older woman. "Suzie, tell Albie what you called her. Filthy little slut, wasn't it?"
She blinked up at him, her lip trembling. "Oh God. Y...yes. But she was..."
"See, buddy? She called your new girlfriend a filthy little slut. For taking you into your room and fucking you. How do you feel about that?"
That's not true! she thought savagely. It was because she was beating me! Oh God, you lying little bastard...
Albie's face slowly broke into a smile. "What's the matter, Suzie?
You getting jealous all of a sudden?" Then he shook his head. "But that's still no excuse for dissing Donna. That's worth a demerit for sure."
Her heart sank. Oh God, she thought despairingly as she looked up at them from the floor, that means that you and Joey can both do what you want with me! Oh my God - what will you do, for God's sake? More beatings...? Anal sex...? Oh God help me!...
But Donna was already whispering in Joey's ear. A broad grin slowly spread over Joey's face as she kept talking. "Yeah!" he said delightedly. "Oh God - yeah!" He turned to Albie, his grin wider than ever. "Hey, buddy - wait till you see this. This'll teach her to diss your new girlfriend!" Then he looked down at the floor. "OK, Suzie -
so now you gotta do exactly what Donna tells you." He glanced quickly back at Albie. "Right, pal?"
She looked up at Albie, her lip still trembling and her face wet with tears. He nodded briefly. "Like I already told you, Suzie - if Joey's here then you take whatever HE feels like giving you. To buy back your demerits. Got it?"
"Oh God..."
Donna went into action. She settled herself down on the edge of the bed and opened her legs. "Hey, schoolteacher cunt," she said, looking down at the naked woman on the floor, "my other boyfriend might want to fuck me in a little while. But he'll want a nice clean pussy to fuck, without any cum in it." She paused, sneering. "So guess who gets to suck it clean?"
"Oh my God!..." She stared up at Donna in horror. "Oh God - no! No -
I can't!" Her gorge was rising, and she could feel herself trembling all over. "Oh God - I've n...n...NEVER done that to another woman! Oh my God - I... I just CAN'T!..."
"Yeah," said Albie thoughtfully, "I like that! Kinda poetic justice."
He started smiling again. "Yeah - you dissed her. So you can clean her. Yeah!"
"Oh God, Mr. May - I'll be sick! If... if you make me do that I swear I'll be sick! Oh God, Mr. May, I'll do anything else. I swear I'll do anything else. Anything at all! Oh God - PLEEEEEASE, Mr. May!..."
"Well that makes two demerits now, Suzie." Albie's face was hard. "You wanna go for the third one? Or do you just wanna get up off the floor and get your mouth on Donna's pussy? Like you've been told."
"Oh God. Oh God!" She started struggling slowly and clumsily up off the floor, with her legs still spread wide and her hands still cuffed behind her back. She could feel her trembling getting worse.
She caught a glimpse of Donna's sneering smile as she unwillingly brought her face closer and closer to the young girl's triangle of sparse pubic hair. "C'mon, schoolteacher cunt," said Donna. "Start eating!"
"Another guessing game for you, Suzie," said Joey. "Guess who gets to paddle your ass while you're sucking, to make sure you do a good job." He waved the strap. "Guess."
Oh God! The girl's open vagina was right in front of her. She could smell the smell of female arousal and stale teenage semen. Her stomach heaved. "Don't you puke on her, Suzie!" Albie's voice came suddenly from behind her. "Don't you fucking dare! If you puke on Donna we'll make you lick up every single little bit of it!"
And then <WHAPP!> on her bare buttocks from behind. "Aaaahhh!" she screamed, lurching forward right into Donna's crotch.
"Suck her, Suzie!" <WHAPP!> "Suck her now!" <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Ahhhggghhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!... Mmmmmmm!... Ummmmmm!... Ummmmmm!...
Mmmmmmm!..."
"Don't just lick me, schoolteacher cunt." Donna grabbed the woman's head and shoved it hard down into her crotch. "Suck! Suck out all that cum. And swallow it!"
"Yeah, Suzie." It was Joey's voice again. "Do what you're told and suck her clean!" <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> She jerked forward again, shouting with pain into Donna's open vagina. "Hey," said Donna, grinding the woman's face even harder against her crotch, "that feels great! I like it when she yells up my pussy like that. Hit her again, baby - hit her again!"
"Anything you say, sweetheart," said Joey happily, swinging the strap. <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "She started sucking yet?" <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Yeah," said Donna loudly, raising her voice over the sounds of the older woman's muffled wailing, "now she's sucking. She's sucking real good!" Her fingers tightened in the woman's hair. "Oh yeah... oh yeah... ohhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhh...!"
"Amazing what a little ass paddling'll do, isn't it, buddy?" It was Joey's voice again. "Remember how she told us she couldn't - she just couldn't? And now look at her eating pussy like a real pro!" He paused. "Except maybe she could do it a little bit faster." <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Owwwwww! Owwwwww!" She swallowed convulsively and then desperately started sucking faster than ever. "Ubbbbbb... Ummmmmm... Ubbbbbb...
Ubbbbbb... Ummmmmm..."
"Ohhhhhh..." Donna fell back onto the bed, her fingers even tighter in the woman's hair. "Oh yeah - that's it! Suck my clit, schoolteacher cunt - just like that! Oh yeah!... Oh fuck, yeah!...
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhh...!"
"Hey." This time it was Albie's voice. "Didn't you want to fuck her in a minute, pal? Look at her - she's getting off on being eaten.
There'll be nothing left for you!"
Joe chuckled. "Don't worry, buddy. That little piece can come twenty times in a night and still want more. She's just getting all nicely juiced up for me!" And he casually swung the strap once more against the crouching woman's bare buttocks. <WHAPP!> "Owwwwww!... Ubbbbbb... Ummmmmm... Ummmmmm..."
"Yesssssssss!" screamed Donna, ramming the woman's face into her crotch again. "Oh FUCK! I'm COMMMINNNGGG! Oh YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!..."
"Well, fuck," said Albie quietly after the noise had died away. "She went off just like that when I fucked her, only a little while ago.
Hot, isn't she?"
"Ohhhhhh..." moaned Donna, her fingers still in the older woman's hair. "Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuck..." She pulled the woman's head slowly up out of her crotch. "Yeah..." she said with satisfaction, still breathing heavily, "that's good!" She gave a tired smile. "The next time one of those... those bitches at school gives me a hard time, I'm gonna... I'm gonna think about this one. With her face looking like a glazed doughnut from eating me out. Oh yeahhhh...!"
Oh God, she thought hopelessly, her wet sticky face burning with shame as Donna held her up by the hair, can I possibly sink any further down than this? Can I possibly? Oh God, oh God, oh God...!
"How long do you need to rest up, sweetcakes?" Joey's voice had a slight edge of impatience to it. "How long before we can have that fuck you said you wanted so bad?"
"Oooooo!" said Donna maliciously, sounding less tired now. "And who was giving me the brush off just a little while ago?" She released the older woman's hair and pushed her away. "Baby real hot for his fuck now, is he?"
"Aw, come on, baby," said Joey wheedlingly. His penis was still erect. "Don't be like that. Remember how we said we were gonna do it?
That'll be fun, won't it?"
"Oh yeah!" Suddenly Donna was fully alert. "Fuck, yeah!" She sat up and reached out for the woman's hair again. "Don't you go away, bitch. You still got stuff to do!" She pulled the woman's head down onto the mattress beside her. "Paddle her again, baby," she called to Joey. "Paddle her bitch ass up onto the bed!"
"Happy to oblige, sweetheart." Joey swung the strap again. <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "It's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it.
C'mon, Suzie, get up on that bed!" <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!
> <WHAPP!> "Owwwwww!" she wailed, jerking desperately forward, with the spreader bar clattering against her ankles. "I'm getting up, I'm getting up!... Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Oh God, I can't... owwwwww! ...move any faster with all this stuff on me. Oh God, please!
Owwwwwwwwwwww!..."
"Aw, shut up, Suzie." The strap kept flailing against her reddened buttocks. <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Just do what you're fucking told without whining all the time." <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!
> <WHAPP!> "Get your ass up on the BED!"
"Owwwwww! Owwwwww!" She finally managed to struggle up over the edge of the bed. "Oh God!..."
"Gimme that strap again, baby." Donna snatched it out of Joey's hand. "Now, schoolteacher bitch - roll over onto your back!" <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Oh yes, Donna - please, please... OWWWWWW!..."
Donna paused, breathing heavily. "Now, what comes next? Oh yeah - the pillows." She grabbed the two pillows and put them one on top of the other, about two feet down from the head of the bed. "OK, bitch -
turn around and get your red ass up on those." And she gave the older woman a few quick sharp cuts against her inner thighs. <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Owwwwwwwww!" She scrambled desperately into position, bending her knees and hoisting her burning buttocks up onto the pillows. She could feel her joints and leg muscles straining as she tried to accommodate the full width of the spreader bar with her knees bent. "Please don't hit me any more! " she begged. "Please!..."
Donna finally dropped the strap and stood there, her young bare breasts still rising and falling from the exertion. "There y'go," she panted happily - "the latest orthopedic fuck mattress. Schoolteacher bitch model." After a short pause she climbed on top of the older woman and lowered the back of her head down against the woman's crotch, in between her upraised thighs. "C'mon, baby," she said, holding out her arms to Joey. "Get on top of me and shove your balls in her face!"
Oh God, she thought hopelessly as the young girl's bare buttocks pressed against her chin - two of them on top of me at once. I won't be able to breathe!
"Oh yeah," said Joey happily as he clambered on top of both of them, "my very own built-in ball licker!" He had the strap in his hand again. "Hey, Suzie," he said as he slid his erection inside Donna's vagina, "stick out your tongue and lick me. While I'm fucking my baby."
Oh God! She groaned as her breasts were flattened and her pinioned wrists forced down into the mattress under their combined weight. She struggled to catch her breath, then stretched out her tongue and reluctantly licked at the pair of testicles right in front of her face. God, she thought, shuddering, what's it going to be like under here when their juices start flowing?
"Oh, baby," moaned Donna as Joey started thrusting, "give it to me.
It's been too long since my last fuck!"
"Yeah, right, baby." Joey started panting as he humped on top of her. "Maybe thirty minutes!.... Uhhhhhh... Uhhhhhh... And five minutes... uhhhhhh!... since the old bitch sucked you off...
Uhhhhhhhhh!..." He stopped thrusting for a moment and wrapped his arms around the older woman's upraised thighs. "Hey, Suzie," he said sharply, "how come you stopped licking my balls after I started fucking?" And he flicked the strap in a short sharp arc behind Donna's head.
"Owwwwww!" she choked, as the strap cut into her sore buttock. Still struggling to breathe and with Donna's buttocks jammed hard against her chin, she stretched out her tongue again as Joey resumed his thrusting. But with all of the weight on top of her she couldn't move, and his pumping genitals kept sliding out of her reach. Then the first of Donna's vaginal juices started running out onto her face and she shuddered again.
"Oh yeah, baby," Donna moaned. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She tightened her arms around Joey's thrusting body. "And keep... keep paddling her ass too, baby... Ohhhhhh!... I love it when she does her owies underneath me like that... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Oh, baby!...
But just don't... don't hit the back of my head when you're paddling her... Oh God - fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeeeeeee...!"
"Oh yeah...!" gasped Joey, tightening his grip around the older woman's thighs. "This is fuck heaven!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... I get to fuck my baby..." He flicked the strap against the woman's trembling buttocks again. <WHAP!> <WHAP!> "...And paddle an old bitch at the same time!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!..."
Oh, God help me!... She gasped and grunted and wailed under them as Donna's buttocks kept thudding against her chin under Joey's thrusting and the strap kept flicking hard against her sore buttocks.
And then Joey suddenly screamed, "Oh fuck - I'm coming!... Ohhhhhh FUUUCCCKKKKKK...!" and a few moments later his semen started leaking out onto her face as well.
"Ohhhhhh Goddddddddd..." moaned Joey as his strokes got slower and slower and finally stopped. "Oh baby - you're such a great, great fuck...! Oh God..."
"So... so are you, baby," panted Donna exhaustedly. "And with that...
that schoolteacher bitch whining and squealing under me like that it... it was twice as good. Oh God - I must've come three times at least! Ohhhhhhh fuck..."
She lay there under the two young teenagers, eyes and mouth jammed shut and face averted, with the mixture of their semen and vaginal juices still dribbling slowly out onto her lips and chin. Oh God, she thought despairingly, I don't think I can take any more of this. I think I'd rather be dead! Oh God...!
"Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhh..." Joey finally rolled off both women, and lay on the bed staring dreamily up at the ceiling. "That... was...
fucking... great...! Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhh..."
"Sure... sure was, baby." Donna was still breathing heavily as she rolled off onto the other side of the bed. "Sure was!..." She raised her head wearily and looked across at Joey. "You sure... you sure you couldn't set this up with the bitches at my school? There's one of them, Miss Hammond - she's a real prissy-mouthed cunt. God, I'd love to do this to her!"
"Well, lemme think about it, baby." Joey still sounded worn out. "But why sweat on that Miss Hammond bitch when we got another one right here?" He reached out and tiredly fondled one of the older woman's upthrust breasts. "Hey, Suzie," he said, "you want me to untie you?"
Her legs were trembling and aching now, still spread wide apart and jammed up hard against the head of the bed. "Y...yes please, Joey."
She strained uselessly at her cuffs. "Oh, yes PLEASE...!"
Joey tugged languidly at her nipple. "What'll you do for me if I untie you, Suzie? Suck my dick clean?"
"Y...yes, Joey. Oh God! Oh please untie me!"
"OK." He heaved himself up with an effort and reached out for her ankles. "But you better suck me real good."
"Ohhhhhh," she sighed as the spreader bar finally came away. "Oh God!" She shuffled slowly and painfully down the bed, wincing as her sore buttocks slid off the pillows, and gingerly flexed her legs. "Oh my God..."
"You wanna keep the cuffs on, Suzie?" It was Joey again. "Cause if you don't you better roll over. I'm not gonna fucking do it all for you."
"Oh!... Yes, Joey." She quickly rolled herself over onto her stomach and then lay there trembling while he took off the collar and cuffs.
"There y'go, Suzie. All untied. Now suck my dick like you promised."
And he gave her a casual slap on her tender buttocks.
"Owww! Y...yes, Joey." She turned herself around and quickly put her mouth on his limp penis.
"Oh yeah..." he sighed. "What a nice docile bitch you are these days." He looked lazily across at Albie, who had pulled up a bedroom stool and was quietly watching the action. "You keeping her in line pretty good, huh, buddy?"
"Yeah, pal. And it worked wonders when I made her bankroll me for wireless internet. Now she's real docile wherever we go."
"Great." Joey reached lazily over towards the woman's red buttocks with the strap. "Nothing like being sucked clean..." <WHAPP!> "Owwwwww!... Ubbbbbb... Ubbbbbb..."
"...By a nice, docile..." <WHAPP!> <WHAPPP!> "Owwwwww! Owwwwww!... Ubbbbbb... Ummmmmm... Ubbbbbb..."
"...Schoolteacher BITCH!..." <WHAPP!> <WHAPPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPPP!> "OWWWWWWWWW!!... Ubbb... Ubbb... Ubbb... Ubbb... Ubbb... Ubbb...
Ubbb..."
"Man, look at her go," said Albie admiringly. "You were right, kiddo -
ass paddling works real good."
"Hey, Joey honey..." It was Donna's sleepy voice. "Ain't baby gonna get none? My pussy's cummy too."
"Oh yeah, I guess so," said Joey reluctantly. "But her mouth sure does feel good working my dick like that." Finally he pushed the woman's face away from his crotch. "OK, Suzie - go clean out my baby again."
Oh God, she thought, shuddering, will this never end? She crawled slowly and unwillingly over the end of the bed, up between the girl's spread legs. Oh God...!
"God," said Donna happily, more awake now, "this is so neat." The sneering smile was back on her face as she grabbed the woman's hair again. "Every time one of those bitches at school fucks with me I'm gonna come back here..." She pushed the woman's face against her crotch. "...And make this old bitch eat me out."
"Hey, baby," said Joey, "this is becoming a habit, making her eat you like this. I thought you were strictly for the boys."
"Yeah, baby," said Donna dreamily as she ground the woman's face harder into her groin. "But making this old bitch do it to me when she doesn't want to... ohhhhhh!... - that's a real fucking turn on.... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!..." Then she reached out and squeezed Joey's hand. "Listen, baby... Ohhhhhh - do it, bitch!...
Listen, baby, did I give you a good fuck? Did I, huh?..."
Joey's fingers closed around hers. "Yeah, baby - the best. Like always."
"Well do me a favor, sweet baby... Oh yeah, bitch, eat my clit!...
Paddle her ass and make her yell up my pussy again...
Ohhhhhh!... `Cause it felt so good when you made her do that before... Ohhhhhh yeah, bitch...!"
"Oh God!..." She lifted her wet face despairingly up out of the girl's groin. "Oh please, Joey - oh please don't hit me any more. For God's sake, I'm... I'm doing everything you tell me. Oh God - please!"
"You got two demerits to work off, Suzie. And you'll just get more for whining." Joey was already on his feet, brandishing the strap. "It's what my baby wants, so just shut up and get your mouth down and your ass up."
"Oh God... Oh, please..."
<WHAPP!> "Owwwwww!... Ubbbbbb... Ummmmmm... Ubbbbbb... Ubbbbbb..."
"More please, baby," moaned Donna imploringly. "I wanna feel some non-
stop pussy yelling for a while. Please, baby..."
"Sure thing, sweetcakes." <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!
> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> She shrieked into Donna's vagina while the girl ground her face down hard against her wet crotch with both hands. "Oh yeahhhhhh..." wailed Donna. "Feels so GOOD!... Oh yeahhhhhh... Oh God - keep hitting her!
I wanna come with her yelling up my cunt! Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!!..."
Joey kept flailing away at the woman's jerking buttocks as hard as he could, while she wailed and howled into the young girl's crotch. And then suddenly Donna screamed in climax, thudding the woman's face against her vagina again and again. "Oh fuckkkkkk!" she shouted. "I'm fucking coming AGAIN!... Oh God keep hitting her keep hitting her keep hitting her make her yell up my pussy make her yell up my CUNTTT!... Oh fuck oh fuck ohhhhhhhhh FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!..."
"Wow," said Albie as the noise faded. "That looked fucking great!" He got up and headed towards the door. "I just gotta get some pics of that!"
She lay there sobbing against the young girl's wet crotch, with one hand clutching her abused buttocks. Oh God, please, she thought hopelessly - no more pictures! Please, no more pictures. Oh God, they'll put me in jail for a hundred years...!
Albie hurried back in through the door holding the camera. "OK, Suzie," he said briskly, "lift your head up so I can see your face.
And smile."
Oh God! She lifted her sticky wet face up out of Donna's groin, lip trembling, and tried to smile.
"Nah," said Albie, squinting through the viewfinder, "that's not a smile. Joey, buddy, if she's gonna look like she's crying instead of smiling then give her something to cry about, willya?"
"With pleasure, pal." <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Aaaggghhh! Owwwww! Oh GOD!..."
"Great!" said Albie jubilantly. "Got a pic just as she yelled, with her mouth wide open. Do it again, buddy."
"No problem, kiddo." <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> She shrieked again as Albie kept using the camera. "OK," he said finally, "that'll do. Now I want some close ups." He grabbed a handful of sheet and quickly wiped the tears off her cheeks, but left the vaginal juices all over her mouth and chin. "Start licking again, Suzie. Stick your tongue right up Donna's pussy."
Oh God! She shuddered once more and reluctantly pushed out her tongue. "Oh yeah..." moaned Donna. "That's the way, bitch! See if you can reach my G-spot. Oh yeah...!"
"Suzie, the muff diver," said Albie happily as he kept photographing. "Wait till your old man sees these pics, huh?"
Her face burned with heat and shame as she kept doggedly licking. Oh God, oh God, oh God, she thought despairingly - how will I ever live a normal life again? Oh my God...
"Now," said Albie, "a long shot to show what a young girl you're eating. Hey, Donna, try and look real young and cute, huh?"
Donna gave him a dazzling little-girl smile. "How was that, big boy?"
"Great. Now mug for the camera. Look down at who's eating you and look kinda surprised. The little innocent girl look - know what I mean, baby?"
"Like this?" Donna mugged obediently.
"Perfect, baby. And don't worry about the pics being out of sequence.
I'll edit them. Make them look like she's eating a sweet little girl who doesn't know what it's all about. OK?"
Joey laughed out loud. "Doesn't know what it's about? Buddy, she taught ME stuff!"
"Quiet, kiddo. I'm gonna start videoing and you'll ruin the sound track. If you wanna do something useful, get ready with that strap.
I'm going in for a vid close up." Albie leaned forward. "OK, Mrs Famous Pinup Jones, it's time for some more of your great acting. So listen real good to the script. `Cause if you get it wrong it'll be hot ass time again. You hear me?"
"Oh God..."
"OK, now listen up. The script goes like this: `God, I love eating out fourteen-year-old girls. It's even more fun than being fucked by fourteen-year-old boys.' Then stop and smile at the camera and say: `But the best of all would be to do them both at once.' Then look up at Joey and say: `Joey, couldn't you please fuck me from behind while I'm eating her? Couldn't you, Joey? Please?' " Albie paused, looking at her. "You got all that, Suzie?"
"Oh God! P...please Mr. May! Please don't make me say all that. Oh God, not on video. Please...!"
Albie looked at Joey. "Paddle her, buddy. Paddle her hard. Until she does it."
She clung despairingly to Donna's slim young thighs, then shrieked in pain as the beating started again. "Say it, Suzie!" shouted Joey as he flailed at her jerking buttocks. "Say it! Say it! You fucking bitch - SAY IT!!"
She was sobbing and weeping uncontrollably when he finally stopped, panting from the exertion. "Oh God!" she wept, still clinging hopelessly to the girl's thighs. "Oh God - I'll say it!... Oh God -
please, no more!... No more... Oh God... Oh God... Oh God..."
Albie stood waiting until her shuddering sobs finally died away, then moved forward and wiped the tears off her face again. "OK, Suzie, so now you're gonna say it for the video. Right?"
"Oh God. Y...y...yes, Mr. May, I'll say it. Oh God, I'll say it. Oh please don't hit me any more. Oh God, please..."
"OK, Suzie, we won't hit you any more."
"Oh, thank you, Mr. May, I..."
"We'll just give you the third demerit if you screw it up."
"Oh God!..."
"So..." Albie's smile was thin. "...You wanna rehearse it a few times? To make sure you don't get that third demerit?"
"Oh God! Y...yes please, Mr. May..."
"Yeah, bitch!" said Donna happily, with her hands in the woman's hair. "Full rehearsal. Including lots of pussy eating. Why don'tcha run through it about twenty or thirty times before he vids you?"
"OK, Donna baby," said Albie gently, "you've had your fun for a while. And I need your hands out of the way so I can get a good shot of her face."
"Awww," said Donna disappointedly. She pulled the older woman's face down into her crotch and ground her mouth against her open vagina for a while. "Awww..." the young girl said again, as she reluctantly released her.
And so she said and did the things they wanted. Three times, four times, five times, until Albie was satisfied. And then she said and did them all again, forcing her wet face into a smile as he shot the video. Oh God, she thought in absolute despair after he finally switched off the camera, can it possibly get any worse than this? Can it...?
"Finished, baby?" It was Donna again. "Can I have her now?"
"Sure thing, baby." Albie finished changing the memory card in the camera. "You gonna make her do more stuff I can photograph?"
"You bet." Donna looked at the older woman. "Go wash your face, bitch. And then come back here. And don't take more than one minute, or I'll get Joey baby to paddle your red ass again."
"Oh God!" She forced herself up off the bed and rushed into the en-
suite, ignoring the stiffness in her limbs and the pain in her buttocks. She sluiced her face as quickly as she could, dried it on a towel and ran back trembling into the bedroom.
"Waddaya think, baby?" Donna was looking up at Joey. "Was that fast enough? Or should we paddle her anyway?"
Joey grinned. "You gotta ask, baby? You don't know the answer already?" He swished the strap through the air. "Ass up, Suzie. We're gonna teach you to do it faster next time."
Oh God, you vile little beast, she thought helplessly. You'll hurt me whatever I do, won't you? God damn you. She crawled back up between Donna's legs and clenched her fists, tensing herself for the strap.
<WHAPP!> "Owwwwww!"
"You gonna do it faster next time?" <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Yes, Joey! Owwwwww!..."
Donna's hands were in her hair once more. "Don't waste those owies, bitch. Yell `em up my cunt." She pushed the woman's face into her crotch. "OK, baby - hit her again!"
<WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Owwwww!... Ubbb, ubbb, ubbb... Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!..."
"Oh yeah," sighed Donna. "Nice." Then she pushed the woman's face away. "But now I wanna do something different."
Joey lowered the strap. "So what now, baby?"
"I want her to do the whole dyke bit on me. I wanna see what it's like." Donna looked down at the older woman. "Crawl up my bod, bitch.
Rub your tits on me all the way. And then suck my boobs like you really mean it." Then she glanced up at Albie. "Ready for more pics, baby?"
"Pics, hell," said Albie. "I got fresh memory in here. I'm gonna vid the whole thing. OK, Suzie, make it look and sound real convincing if you don't want to score demerit number three." He glanced at Joey. "But just in case, buddy, I'll frame the shot with her ass out of the picture. So you can encourage her with a little bit more butt paddling if you have to."
"Oh, you mean like this, kiddo?" Joey casually swung the strap again.
<WHAPP!> "Owwwwww! Oh God..." She quickly scrambled up between the young girl's legs.
"Yeah. Great. Just like that." Albie raised the camera. "OK - rolling now... Action!"
"Ohhh..." She took a frantic breath, trying desperately to gather her wits. Then she forced herself to smile and started slowly rubbing her bare breasts up along Donna's body. "Oh, little Donna," she breathed, "do you like it when I rub my... my tits against you like this? Does that feel good?" Then she moved her mouth towards one of the girl's young breasts. "How about if I... if suck your sweet little titty? How about if I suck it - just like this..."
"Oh..." Donna moaned in a little-girl voice. "Oh, Suzie... Oh... oh, what are you doing to me? Oh, that feels so... Ohhh - Suzie!!..."
Suddenly she couldn't take it any more. She wrenched her mouth desperately away from the girl's breast. "Oh God," she burst out despairingly, "I can't DO this! I just can't! Oh God, send all the emails, send me to jail, I don't care, I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't DO it!..."
Albie looked down at Donna. "Grab her by the hair, baby. Grab her and don't let go." He put the camera down and quickly leaned over and grasped the older woman's wrists. Then he looked across at Joey again. "Looks like we got another I can't do it, buddy. You think you can show her she really can do it?"
"Sure thing, pal." Joey started swinging the strap once more. <WHAPP!
> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Can't do it, huh, Suzie?" <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Well, I CAN do it! See?" <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "And I fucking love it! I love watching your red ass bouncing and jerking around while I paddle it! And I love hearing you squeal!" <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "So just keep telling us you can't do it for as long as you fucking WANT!..." <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> She wailed and howled and screamed, trying frantically to tear herself away from the grip on her wrists and the hands in her hair.
But the strap kept descending mercilessly again and again onto her agonized buttocks. "See, Suzie?" Joey kept shouting over the sound of her shrieks. "See? I CAN do it! See?" <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> Finally it was over. She lay against the girl's stomach, sobbing brokenly and shuddering with despair. "Oh God," she wept, "I want to die. I just want to die. I... I can't do any more of those horrible awful things, and I can't take any more... any more beatings. Oh God -
I want to die!..."
"Awww, gee." Joey's sneer was hard. "That's so sad." He looked down at Donna, still breathing heavily from his exertion. "Isn't that sad, baby? Don't you feel real, real sorry for this poor old schoolteacher bitch? Wouldn't you like to do something to help her out?"
Donna snickered, wriggling her body slowly and sensuously under the woman lying weeping on top of her. "Yeah, baby, I'd love to. You got any good ideas?"
"Sure," said Joey. "But we don't want her to die, do we? So we mustn't paddle her any more. So what we'll do..." Joey leaned down and kept talking, with his mouth down near the older woman's ear. "...We'll tie you down to the bed, on your back, with your arms and legs stretched out real tight. And then I'll give my sweet Donna baby a whole boxful of those neat little crocodile clips..." He was speaking right into her ear now. "...And she can sit on top of you, and put them on you wherever she wants."
"Oooooh, yeah," said Donna wickedly. She reached down and fondled one of the woman's ears. "Oooh, yeah... I think I'll start with fashion earrings, bitch. One on each earlobe. Then I'll put maybe three or four on your mouth. Punk jewelry style." The girl was breathing faster now. "And one on each of your nipples. Maybe two. And two or three on each of your cunt lips. And then..." Her young hands were trembling with eagerness as she stroked the woman's face. "...I'll play with your old bitch clittie until it stands up. And then guess where I'll put the last clip?" She tugged at the woman's hair. "Guess, bitch."
"Oh God. Oh God..." She looked helplessly up at all the hard young faces starting down at her. "Oh God - please!..."
"OK," said Albie decisively, "let's do it. If she won't do the lezzie thing then I'll make a vid of this instead." He reached for her wrist again. "Grab her other wrist, buddy. Let's start getting her tied up."
"Noooooooooooo!" She launched herself frantically at the girl's body. "See, I'm doing it, I'm doing it!" she gabbled desperately. "Oh God, I'll lick your tits!..." <ummmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm> "...I'll suck your nipples!..." <ubbbbbb, ummmmmm, ubbbbbb, ubbbbbb> "...I'll deep kiss you!..." <mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm> "...I'll - oh God - I'll rub m...my cunt against yours. L...like this!...
Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Oh God -
please don't tie me up and put those clips on me! Please!...
Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..."
"Wow," said Joey admiringly, "look at that! Instant lezzie. I didn't realize how much she knew." He looked at Donna. "How does it feel, baby?"
"Not bad," said Donna happily. She pulled the older woman's hips hard down against her own and ground her crotch upwards. "Ohhhhhh!... Not bad at all. Ohhhhhh!... Kiss me again, schoolteacher bitch. Gimme lots of tongue."
"Just a sec." Albie was squinting through the viewfinder again. "Her face is gonna be all red and puffy in the vid. That's no good - makes it look like someone made her do it." He looked at Joey. "Make her wash her face again, willya, buddy?"
"Sure thing, pal." Joey swung the strap down onto the woman's buttocks. <WHAPP!> "Come wash your face, Suzie. Only this time I'll come with you, and encourage you to do it faster." <WHAPP!> "Owwwwww! Owwwwww!" She struggled quickly up off the bed and ran to the en-suite, with Joey swinging the strap behind her as she went. "Owwwwww! Owwwwwwwww!..."
"Hurry back, bitch," Donna called behind her. "I was just starting to get warmed up."
"Me too, baby," said Joey. His penis was almost erect as he followed the older woman into the bathroom. "Ass paddling's great for getting it back up again!" <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Yeah," said Albie contentedly as she came hurrying back out with a freshly-washed face, "it sure is. I couldn't get it up again this morning for my second fuck after breakfast. So I bent her over the breakfast table and pulled her skirt up and paddled her."
"Do OK?" Joey pointed towards the bed with the strap. "Get back down there, Suzie. And get ready for the vid."
"Yep. After only a coupla hundred swats I was as hard as hell. And then we had a great fuck. From behind. Didn't we, Suzie?"
"Oh God. Y...yes, Mr. May." She crawled up trembling between the young girl's legs again. "Oh God!"
"Right," said Joey. "Ready to roll." He looked at the other boy. "Can you edit out that other stuff OK? The stuff where she started saying she just couldn't?"
"No problem, kid. And I'll put all the clips in sequence too." Albie lifted the camera again. "I'll start with where she's rubbing her tits up Donna, and then sucking her boobs. And then I'll need a scene of them deep kissing." He paused. "So we'll do that now, Suzie. Get your mouth back on Donna's tit, and then move up and stick your tongue down her throat. And don't forget to have a real convincing script." He squinted through the viewfinder again. "Ready... Action!"
"Oh God," she whispered. Then she took a deep breath. "Oh Donna," she said, as sensually as she could, "let me show you what's it's like when a woman kisses you. It's much nicer than with a boy or a man."
She slid upwards, naked body against naked body, and cradled the girl's face gently between her hands. "Let me show you..." Her tongue slipped into Donna's open mouth and she bucked her hips slowly up and down on top of the girl. "Mmmmmmm... Ummmmmm... Mmmmmmm!..."
"Cut!" said Albie suddenly. "That looked great, Suzie. Ellen Degeneris the second!" Then he looked at Joey's crotch. "You got it all the way up again, kid? I wanna vid the final scene."
"Sure," said Joey. His young erection was hard and throbbing once more. "Which one do you want me to fuck?"
"I want a scene to follow on from the first one we did, where she looked up at you and asked you to fuck her from behind, while she was eating Donna. OK? And if you press in real tight against her while you're fucking her, then her red ass won't show in the vid. Got all that?"
"Got it," said Joey happily. "OK, Suzie, come back down here and start eating Donna baby again. And stick your ass up ready to be fucked."
"Oh God!" She got herself in position and then slowly and unwillingly brought her face back down towards the girl's vagina. "Oh God!"
"OK, buddy." Albie was peering through the viewfinder again. "Stick your dick up her cunt and start pumping. And Suzie, I wanna hear lots of great dialogue. Or we'll tie you down and let Donna loose on you with those clips. Now get ready... Action!"
"Oh God." She winced as Joey pressed against her sore buttocks and then started slowly thrusting in and out of her. "I..." She took a deep breath and started. "Oh Joey! Oh God, Joey! Oh fuck me!... Oh sweet Donna - let me eat your sweet young pussy... Ummmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm!..." She lifted her face again. "Oh fuck me harder, Joey, fuck me harder!... Yes!... Yes!... Yes!... And sweet little Donna - let me eat you till you come... Let's both come together!... Oh yes!...
Mmmmmmm!... Mmmmmmm!... Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!!..."
"Oh Suzie," wailed Donna in her little-girl voice, "I feel so FUNNY!... Oh Suzie!... Oh Suzie!!..."
"Oh yeah!" panted Joey, grabbing her hips and thrusting faster than ever. "Oh Suzie - I'm coming!... I'm coming!... I'm commminnnnggggg!... AAAAAAAHHHHHH!..."
"Great!" shouted Albie, switching off the camera. "Looked just like a triple come! With an older woman and two young kids. And your face was real clear, Suzie. Specially in the close ups." He put the camera down and walked over to where she was resting her wet face despairingly against Donna's crotch. "Just think, Suzie," he said, "you could be doing all this lezzie stuff non-stop, for seven years in the can. On some fat smelly old dyke. You like that idea?"
She shuddered hopelessly, but said nothing.
"In fact," Albie went on, "with all this great footage I've got now, I think we could keep you in there for ten years. Maybe even longer.
You'd be a real lezzie expert by then, huh?"
"Oh God, Mr. May..."
"Hey, Donna baby." Joe eased himself tiredly away from the older woman's hips and looked down at the girl. "Waddaya think of all this lezzie stuff? Now that she's done it all to you? You still want me to fuck you?"
Donna wearily rubbed her crotch up against the older woman's mouth, then finally pushed her away. "Well yeah, it was fun, baby. Making her do it when she didn't want to. But I still think I like the feeling of a guy's dick up my pussy." She smiled tiredly up at both boys. "Specially if they're your dicks."
Oh God! She lay there with the taste of another woman's vagina in her mouth, clutching her punished buttocks. Oh God, that was awful, she thought hopelessly. That was so awful! I guess I should be thankful they didn't want anal sex as well. Oh my God!
"OK, Joey buddy," said Albie. "You're calling the shots on this one.
So how many demerits has she bought back so far?"
My God, she thought incredulously, still trembling, I've been through enough for at least ten demerits! Twenty...!
"Only one, pal." Joey's voice was tired but firm. "I mean, what's she had, for fuck's sake? A little bit of ass paddling, a little while being a fuck mattress, and some lezzie stuff. No big deal."
Her heart sank. Oh God, she thought, you little bastard! If all of that was no big deal, then what are you going to do to me for the second demerit? Oh my God...!
"I got an idea." Joey walked a little shakily over to Albie and whispered in his ear.
"Hey," said Albie, "we haven't, have we?" He looked down at the woman on the bed. "And she hasn't had time to do it."
"Right," said Joey. "So how about we..." And he started whispering again.
Albie smiled. "Yeah, buddy. Go do it. But close the door behind you."
Oh God, she thought, trembling, what now?
Albie came towards her with a broad grin on his face. "OK, Suzie," he said. "So this is how you're gonna buy back demerit number two..."
   


CHAPTER 17

The doorbell rang.
They were all sitting fully dressed, watching her and grinning. "OK, Suzie," said Albie. He waved his pocket PC at her. "Go answer the door."
Oh God! She looked down hopelessly at her own nakedness, and then moved slowly and reluctantly towards the door.
"Hi," the young delivery boy began brightly as she opened the door. "Pizza deliv..." And then he took in her nudity. "Oh my God!..."
She took the pizza boxes from him as he stood gaping at her. "Why, thank you, handsome," she cooed. "How much to I owe you?" My God, she thought dully, how can I be doing this?
"I... I..."
She forced herself to keep smiling. "Thirty nine fifty, wasn't it?"
She reached down with her free hand and slowly and deliberately pulled some folded bills out of her vagina. "Is forty dollars near enough? They're a little wet, I'm afraid - I hope you don't mind."
"Oh God!..."
She pressed the wet bills into his nerveless fingers. "And what would you like for a tip, handsome? A fuck? Or a blow job?" Oh God, she thought, trying to keep the fixed smile in place on her face, what if someone comes past and sees me doing this?
"Uhhh..." He was still goggling helplessly at her naked body.
She reached forward and caressed his crotch. "Don't be shy, handsome.
Would you like to come in for a while?" And she gently cupped her hand under his genitals and drew him slowly and unresistingly in through the door.
The three young teenagers grinned at him. "Hi, buddy," said Albie, coming forward to take the cardboard boxes and close the door. "Thanks for the pizzas. You mind us being here while you get your tip?"
"Uhhh..."
With one hand still cupped under his genitals she backed him up against the wall and kissed him. "Made up your mind yet, handsome?"
she whispered. "Which is it going to be? The fuck, or the blow job?"
My God! her mind screamed. What have these little monsters turned me into?
The delivery boy was still too overwhelmed to answer. She unbuttoned his shirt and gently caressed his bare chest. Then she slowly dropped to her knees in front of him and deliberately unzipped his fly. She looked archly up at him as she pulled his out his penis. "Why don't we try the blow job for a while, handsome? Maybe that'll help you make up your mind."
"Uh - the fuck!" he blurted suddenly. "I... I want the fuck." He looked uncertainly at the row of grinning teenagers on the sofa. "Uh, is there somewhere... somewhere we can go?"
"Oh," she said huskily, "I love decisive men." She stood up again and pressed her naked body against him, slowly rubbing her smooth crotch up and down against his protruding penis. "I love men who know what they want!"
"Oh God," he moaned as his penis hardened. He grabbed her bare buttocks and pulled her hips in against his. "Oh God. Please - let's go somewhere! Please!"
She could feel his rapid breathing as he pressed himself urgently up against her. Well, she thought grimly as she kept doggedly following Albie's instructions, at least this one doesn't keep calling me an old bitch. He really wants me! I guess that's some sort of tiny consolation for this whole horrible...
Suddenly she was shouldered violently out of the way. "Hey," said Donna, standing there naked again, "you don't want to fuck an old bitch like her, do you, big boy? She's twenty eight, for fuck's sake." She reached out and fondled the boy's exposed erection. "Why don't you fuck me instead? I'm only fourteen."
She stood there in stunned disbelief, watching Donna lead the astonished delivery boy off to the bedroom. Oh God - you horrible little bitch, she thought savagely. Then she felt her tears starting again as she began to realize what she had done. Oh God - I prostituted myself! I prostituted myself because you all made me do it. And then you... then you... Oh God!... Her knees gave way and she started crying openly. Oh God... Oh God... Oh God...!
"Awww," said Joey, his tone mocking, "will you look at that, buddy?
She's all cut up because the pizza guy didn't fuck her. Ain't that so sad?" And he took another bite of hot pizza.
Oh why don't you shut up, you filthy little beast? she thought hopelessly. This whole thing was all your vile filthy idea anyway.
She huddled against the wall, still crying. God, I hate you!
The bedroom door had been closed for no more than five minutes when it opened again. Donna came out, still naked, and sat down smugly between both boys. "That was quick, baby," said Albie, putting a possessive arm around her bare shoulders. He bit into his own slice of pizza as he looked down at the older woman, still weeping quietly against the wall. "You want her to suck you clean again, sweetheart?"
"Nah," said Donna, snuggling up against him on the sofa, "I cleaned up in the en-suite. Now I want pizza. I'm real hungry." And she took a slice out of one of the boxes.
The delivery boy finally emerged, buttoning his shirt. "God," he said with feeling, "I'll deliver pizza to you guys any time! Just call and ask for Mike. I'm on every night except Sundays."
"No problem," said Albie. "Glad you liked the tip." He caressed the young girl's naked shoulders. "We can't always guarantee young Donna for you, but you can fuck this old bitch any time." And he pointed at the older woman huddled on the floor in front of them.
"Oh," said the delivery boy, looking down at her. "But why's she crying?"
"Cause she's real disappointed. She just loves being fucked by young guys. Don't you, Suzie?" He waved the pocket PC at her.
"Oh God. Y...y...yes, Mr. May."
"And you didn't fuck her, see? So she's disappointed."
"MISSUS Jones?" said the delivery boy in surprise, still looking at her. "You mean she's married?"
"Yeah. But her old man hardly ever gets her off when he fucks her. So every time he's out of town she comes looking for real young guys.
You know - fourteen, fifteen, like that." Albie looked at the delivery boy. "How old are you anyway, Mike?"
"Seventeen."
Albie frowned. "Hmmm - maybe kind of old for her. Like I said, she likes them real young. Lemme ask her again. Hey, Suzie." He waved the pocket PC once more. "You still want Mike to fuck you? Now that you know how old he is?"
She looked nervously at the pocket PC. "Y...yes, Mr. May," she said fearfully, "I... I still want him to fuck me. S...seventeen's just fine." Oh God!...
Albie smiled at the delivery boy. "So waddaya think, Mike? With an invitation like that, why don't you just go ahead and fuck her? Be our guest."
"Well, yeah, I'd love to," said Mike. He looked uncertainly at Donna. "But I only just finished..."
"Hey," said Donna, "go for it. This old bitch wants all the young meat she can get. And when these guys can't get it up any more she's so hot for it she does lezzie stuff with me. Don't you, bitch?"
"God," said Mike, shaking his head incredulously, "I don't believe it. What a slut!" Then he looked doubtfully down at his own crotch. "But I dunno if I can get it up again so soon."
"No problem," said Albie. "When we're like that she makes us paddle her ass. So we can get hard again real fast. Don't you, Suzie?"
"Oh God! Y...yes, Mr. May."
"God," said Mike again. "I still don't believe it."
"You don't, huh? Lemme try and convince you. Hey, Suzie, show him.
Get down on your knees and elbows and poke your red ass up at him, so he can see how much you like being paddled."
"Oh God!" She moved unwillingly away from the wall and slowly did as she was told. She could feel herself trembling again.
"Wow!" said Mike in astonishment as she turned her punished buttocks up towards him. "Look at all those stripes and bruises! My God!" He looked at Albie. "And she really likes it? Honest?"
"She sure does. It turns her on. Doesn't it, Suzie?"
"Oh God! Y...y...yes, Mr. May."
"Yeah," Albie went on, "and she likes to stay down on her elbows and knees, just like that. She thinks that's how she earns MERIT." He looked hard at her as he emphasized the last word. "Don't you, Suzie?"
Oh God, she thought, looking despairingly up at him, I get the message, you little bastard! If I get up off my elbows and knees it'll be another demerit, won't it? Oh God!
"Wow!" said Mike again. "And she wants to be fucked as well? Wow!"
"Yep. Paddled and fucked - she loves it." Albie handed Mike the paddle. "So go for it." Then he looked down at the older woman once more. "Hey, Suzie," he said.
"Y...yes, Mr. May?"
"Don't waste Mike's time, will you? By talking too much, or stuff like that." He waved his pocket PC. "You got it?"
Oh God, she thought hopelessly - message received and understood! "N...no, Mr. May. I won't talk. Oh God..."
"Great. Hey, Mike - leave the bedroom door open a little bit, willya?
So we can hear if she's giving you a good time."
"Well, OK," said Mike uncertainly. "But what do I...?"
"Hell, buddy, I already told you - start paddling her, for fuck's sake! Paddle her all the way into the bedroom. Why do you think she's down there with her ass sticking up like that? It's what she wants!
She'll squeal and yell, but don't believe a word of it. She really wants you to paddle her until you get hard enough to fuck her. Don't you, Suzie?"
"Oh God. Y...yes, Mr. May. Oh God."
"I..." Mike still looked uncertain.
"C'mon, Suzie - tell him." Albie hefted the pocket PC again. "Tell him what you really want."
"Oh God, I..." She licked her dry lips and looked beseechingly up at the delivery boy. "I... I really want you to p...paddle my ass until you're hard again. So you can f...fuck me. Please." Oh God help me!
"Well, OK, lady. If you're sure that's what you really want." Mike swung the paddle at her upraised buttocks, a little uncertainly.
<whap> "Owww!"
"Nah," said Albie scornfully, "she likes it a lot harder than that.
You better watch out, Mike - she might call you a sissy if you can't do any better."
Mike flushed. "Is that right?" He gritted his teeth and swung the paddle again, much harder this time. <WHAPP!> "Then how about that one?" <WHAPP!!> "Or that one?"
"Owwwwww!" She scrambled forward on her elbows and knees in front of him. "Owwwwww!!"
"Yeah," said Albie, "now you're getting it! Now paddle her all the way into the bedroom and up onto the edge of the bed. And take a tip from me, Mike - it feels real great if you get naked and then just keep paddling her. It makes your dick hard again real fast. And then you can fuck her from behind without even changing position. You got the idea?"
"Yeah, I got it." Mike was sounding quite enthusiastic now. "Let's go, lady." <WHAPP!> "I'm happy to give you as much as you want. All the way back to the bed!" <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! OWWWWWW!!..."
The three young teenagers grinned as they watched her scrambling desperately ahead of Mike on her knees and elbows, yelping every time the paddle found its mark. "Doesn't that look great?" said Donna happily, reaching down to squeeze both boys' penises through their jeans. "Look at the way her tits bounce around every time he connects." She let out a giggle. "Couldn't happen to a nicer schoolteacher bitch."
<WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!..."
"Yeah," said Joey contentedly, thrusting his hips up against the young girl's probing fingers. "How long do you think he'll take to get it up again?"
<WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Owwwwww! Owwwwww!..."
"Dunno," said Donna, watching the boy disappear into the bedroom behind the frantically crawling woman. "I don't think he's getting laid real often - he came in about thirty seconds." She gave a disappointed pout as she unzipped both boys' jeans. "I hadn't even got warmed up before it was all over."
<whapp!> <whapp!> "...owwwwww! owwwwww!..." More faintly now, out through the bedroom door.
Albie groped for her naked young crotch as she fished out his penis. "Don't worry, baby. We'll fuck you and make you come. Won't we, Joey?"
"Get up on the bed, lady!" Distantly from the bedroom. <whapp!> <whapp!> "...owwwwww! owwwwww! Oh God!..."
Donna kissed Albie as she slowly fondled his stiffening penis. "Yeah, baby," she breathed. "But I don't want you to shoot your load just yet. I got big plans for it. And the old bitch..."
The sudden sharp savage noise from the bedroom interrupted them.
<WHAPPPPP!!> "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!..."
Even Joey flinched at the sound. "Wow!" he said admiringly. "That sounded like a good one! Looks like Mike's getting the idea OK."
The rhythmic sound of paddling and howling continued as Donna kept kissing and fondling both boys. Then she started concentrating on Albie. "Listen, baby," she whispered, "you got any money?"
"Ohhhhh Donna!... N...no, not much. But she..." Albie waved one hand shakily towards the sounds coming out of the bedroom. "...She always carries lots of cash for me... Oh God, Donna!... Uh, what... waddaya want, baby? Ohhhhhh...!"
<whapp!> came the distant sound from the bedroom. "...owwwwww!..."
"I want you to go shopping for me, baby." Then she let out a giggle as she started gently wrestling with his erect penis. "That is, if we can get this big, big hard on of yours back inside your jeans!"
"Shopping?" Albie sounded dazed. "You... you got me all hot like this, and now you want me to go SHOPPING?"
"Yeah, baby." She gave his erection one last gentle squeeze as she eased it slowly back in through his open fly. "Like I said, I got big plans for your next load. And lots of fun with the old bitch!" She leaned over and grinned at him as she zipped him up. "Joey tells me she really hates..." She giggled. "...Being fucked up the ass!"
"Oh yeah," said Joey happily, "she REALLY hates that! Let's do it to her, as soon as Mike's finished. Make her buy back her demerit the hard way!"
<whapp! whapp!> from the bedroom. "...owwwwww! owwwwww!..."
"Well, yeah, she hates it all right," said Albie slowly. Then he grimaced. "But I don't like it a lot either. All the shit and stuff's a real turn off. Even with a condom."
"Aw, for fuck's sake - don't you guys know ANYTHING? First you gotta..." And she whispered in his ear.
"Yeah?..." His expression slowly changed to a grudging interest. Then he started smiling. "Honest? Oh yeah!..."
Donna gave his bulging penis another squeeze through his jeans. "And the best part, baby, is that she'll hate that too! Right?" And she giggled again.
<whapp! whapp! whapp!> from the bedroom. "...owwwwww! owwwwww!
owwwwww! owwwwww!..."
Albie stood up. "Well, OK," he said, "I'll go. I'll get some cash out of her purse and I'll go." He bent down to kiss the naked young girl. "But it sure as hell better be worth it when I get back."
"It'll be worth it, baby." Then Donna grinned as she fondled the large bulge in the front of his pants. "Hey, baby, you got a loose baggy shirt? One you can hang outside your jeans and hide that hard on?" She let out another giggle. "It'll hafta be a REAL baggy shirt!"
"OK, baby." Albie kissed her again and turned reluctantly away. Then he raised his voice to carry into the bedroom. "Suzie? I'm going out for a while. And I'm leaving my pocket PC with Joey. You understand, Suzie?"
Oh God, she thought hopelessly as she crouched cringing on the bed, I understand all right. You're leaving the apartment, and now I'll be at Joey and Donna's mercy! Then suddenly Mike's paddle connected again. "Owwwwww!" she yelped. "Y...yes, Mr. May - I understand.
Owwwwww!... Owwwwww!..."
Albie finally left, with his loose shirt hanging awkwardly outside his jeans. "Oh yeah," said Joey quietly as he watched the door close. "Now we got that old bitch to ourselves again!" He hugged Donna close and fondled her bare breasts. "Whatcha wanna do with her, baby?"
Donna reached down and started unbuckling his belt. "What I wanna do right now, baby, is fuck you! Thinking about what that old bitch is gonna get has made me so fucking hot." She finished pulling his clothes off and then straddled his lap, facing him. "Give it to me, baby," she panted as she started bobbing herself up and down on his erection. "Oh God - give it to me!"
"Hey, listen, you guys." Mike looked around the door, obviously naked. "Are you one hundred percent sure that she really wants...?
Oh - sorry!"
Joey looked at him over Donna's bobbing shoulder. "No problem, pal.
You're doing your thing... ohhhhhh!... and we're doing ours... Oh Donna baby - fuck me, fuck me!... Yeah, she wants it all right.
Just... just keep paddling her... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh, Donna baby!..."
"Well she sure is crying a hellava lot." Mike still sounded unconvinced. "For someone who really wants it."
"Oh for fuck's sake." Joey sounded exasperated. He stopped moving under Donna, and then raised his voice. "Hey, Suzie! Tell Mike again how much you really want your ass paddled. Tell him now!"
"Oh God..." Her trembling voice carried faintly out into the living room. "I... I really want my ass paddled. Oh God, I really do! Oh please paddle me, Mike. Please p...paddle me till you're hard enough to fuck me. Please..."
Mike shrugged. "OK." Then he disappeared, and after a short pause the sounds started again. <whapp!> <whapp!> <whapp!> "...owwwwww!
owwwwww! owwwwwwwwwwww!..."
Donna giggled again as she resumed sliding up and down Joey's erection. "Isn't it great to hear an old bitch getting what she really wants, baby?" Her breathing and her movements started to speed up. "Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Isn't... isn't it great?"
"Yeah, baby," panted Joey. He groped for her young breasts again. "And all that... all that paddling and squealing... makes great background music for our fuck... Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhh..."
The sounds continued: <whapp! whapp!> "...owwwwww! owwwwww!..."
"Oh baby - fuck me!" Donna gasped.
<whapp! whapp! whapp!> "...owwwwww! owwwwww! owwwwww!..."
"Oh yeah, baby - fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeee!" moaned Joey.
<whapp! whapp! whapp! whapp!> "...owwwwww! owwwwww! owwwwww!
owwwwww!..."
"Oh fuck - I'm coming, I'm COMING!!..."
"Oh fuck - me too, baby!... Oh fuck... Oh fuck... Ohhhhhh FUUUCCCKKKK!!..."
Donna slumped slowly forward against Joey, panting and spent. "Oh baby," she gasped, stroking his cheek with one trembling hand. "Oh baby... Oh baby... Oh baby..."
"Oh yeah, baby..." Joey was still gasping in their aftermath. He hugged her close. "Oh yeah... Oh yeahhhhhh..." Then as his breathing finally started to slow he looked over towards the bedroom. "Hey," he said in surprise, "listen up."
They both listened. The sounds of whapping and wailing had stopped.
Now they could hear the softer sound of a young male groin thudding repeatedly against bare female buttocks. <Slup, slup, slup, slup...> "Oh yeah," came Mike's voice out through the bedroom door. "Oh fuck, yeah!... Uhhhhhh... Uhhhhhh... Uhhhhhh... Uhhhhhh..."
"Damn," said Joey regretfully. "I was hoping he'd take longer than that to get it up again. I was having fun listening to all that paddling and squealing. Damn!"
"Uhhhhhh... Uhhhhhh... Uhhhhhh..." Mike's voice, out through the bedroom door. <Slup, slup, slup, slup...> And then a woman's voice: "Ohhh... Owww!... Owww!... Oh God!..."
Donna snuggled her bare body against his and giggled softly. "Sounds like she's still not having a lot of fun, baby. That red butt of hers must be tender as hell by now."
The sound was faster now. <Slup, slup, slup, slup, slup, slup...> And so was the response: "Oh, ow, ow, oh, ow, owwwwww...!"
Then even faster: <slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-
slup-slup...> "Oh fuck!" screamed Mike over the woman's cries of distress. "I'm coming!... I'm comiiinnngggggg!!..."
Suddenly Donna summoned up the energy from somewhere and launched herself off Joey's lap. "I wanna see her getting it, baby. I just gotta have a peek." And she hurried over to the bedroom door and peered around.
Joey struggled up off the sofa and joined her, a little more slowly. "What's happening?" he whispered as he craned around the door.
Mike was slumped on top of the woman crouching on the bed, his bare buttocks still moving in slow tired thrusts. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "Didn't think... didn't think I could come again so soon...
Oh fuck...!"
"Oh God," whimpered the woman under him. "Owww... Oh God..."
The two young teenagers watched for a while in silence. Joey's hands were tight around Donna's shoulders. He pressed himself quietly up against her from behind. "Isn't that great, baby?" he whispered.
"Yeah," Donna whispered back. "God, I wish I'd seen the whole thing.
Seen the old bitch begging to be paddled, and then squealing while he did it. And then him fucking her full speed up against her sore ass.
God, I wish I'd seen it!"
"Shhh," whispered Joey. "He'll hear you." He pulled her away from the door, slowly and silently. "But I got an idea how we can still get our own show." He tiptoed back with her until they were both well away from the door and then raised his voice. "How's it going, Mike?
Fucked her yet?"
"Oh God..." Mike sounded exhausted. "Yeah, I... I fucked her OK. Oh God - you guys sure were right about paddling her ass... Got hard again so damn fast... Oh God...!"
"Great," said Joey. "But as soon as you're feeling OK you gotta finish the job. After she's had a good fucking she really likes to be paddled again. All the way out here and then round the living room a few times. You think you can handle that?"
Donna clamped a hand hard over her mouth and giggled soundlessly. "Oh baby," she whispered. "Oh God, baby! She won't be able to sit down for a month!"
"Yeah!" Joey whispered back, and kissed her. Then he raised his voice again. "Waddaya say, Mike? Think you can do it? She mightn't let you fuck her again if you don't."
"Is that right?" Mike sounded a little more with it now. The two young teenagers heard the sounds of him struggling up off the bed. "Well if it's like that I guess I better do it. `Cause I sure as hell want to fuck her again next time!"
Donna giggled again. "Oh baby," she whispered, clutching Joey's arm, "you're fucking brilliant! More hot bitch ass, here we come!"
"God, lady..." Mike's voice came out through the open door again. "I can't understand why you like this stuff so much. But I'm real happy to give it to you. So get down off the bed..." <whapp! whapp! whapp!
> "...And start crawling!" <whapp! whapp! whapp! whapp! whapp!> "...owwwwww! owwwwww!... Oh God - please!... owwwwww! owwwwww!
owwwwwwwwwwww!!..."
"You see, Mike?" Joey called back. "You hear her begging for it? She loves it! So paddle her as hard as you can, out through the door."
"Sure thing. Here we come!" <whapp! whapp! whapp! whapp! whapp!> Suddenly the teenagers saw the older woman burst out through the door, crawling frantically on her elbows and knees, with her bare breasts swaying wildly and the naked delivery boy right behind her, flailing as hard as he could at her upraised buttocks. "Owwwwwwwww!"
she shrieked. "Oh GOD!!..."
"Hey," said Donna, "look at the way her tits wobble around when she crawls fast like that. Paddle her some more, Mike. Let's see her really moving!" The young girl giggled. "I knew there was a reason for her having bigger tits than me. It's so she can shake them around when we paddle her!"
"Yeah," said Mike happily, "they shake around real good, don't they?
C'mon lady - crawl faster!" <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> She scrambled desperately forward again, feeling her breasts swaying even more wildly as she did so. "Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!..." She could see both naked teenagers sitting cuddling in an armchair and smirking down at her. "Owwwwww!" she shrieked again.
Joey hugged Donna close and snickered. "So waddaya think, Mike? Is she a slut or what?"
Mike shook his head. "I dunno. I haven't had a lot of slut experience like you guys. But I gotta admit I've never seen anything like this."
He grinned across at the young teenagers as he raised the paddle again. "This gets to be fun after a while, doesn't it?" <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Owwwwww! Owwwwww! OWWWWWW!!" She galloped forward once more, trying desperately to stay ahead of the punishment. "Oh GOD!..."
"That's it, Mike!" Joey raised his voice above the noise. "Run her round the room a few times. If you start liking it as much as she does, you might even get hard enough for your third fuck. Go for it!"
"Oh God!" she wailed as the paddle kept descending. "Owwwwww!..." She scrambled across the floor as fast as she could, but Mike stayed right behind her. <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "OWWWWWWWWW!!" she howled, finally collapsing in a sobbing heap on the floor with one hand clutching her agonized buttocks. "Oh GOD!...
Oh please, please, please, please, please..."
Mike stopped, standing over her uncertainly with the paddle still raised. He looked across at Joey. "So... so what's she begging for now?"
Joey's grin got wider. "Well," he said, "what she usually likes now is to lie along the sofa and suck your dick, while you keep paddling her ass. That's what my buddy's Dad did with her last time he was here." He looked down at the sobbing woman on the floor. "Didn't he, Suzie?"
She looked hopelessly up at him through her tears, still clutching at her burning buttocks. Oh God, she thought in despair, hasn't he hurt me enough for you, you little monster? Oh my God!...
"Didn't he, Suzie?"
"Oh God!... Y...y...yes, Joey. Oh God..."
"Sounds good to me." Mike sat down on one end of the sofa and waved the paddle at her. "C'mere, lady. C'mere and get your mouth on my dick!"
"That's the way, buddy," said Joey approvingly. "Order her around.
She loves it." He grinned again. "She loves it so much she'll probably jerk off while you're paddling her. Won't you, Suzie?" And he waved Albie's pocket PC.
She looked at him as she climbed painfully up off the floor, still clutching her buttocks. "Y...yes, Joey." You horrible little pervert.
Oh God!...
"Show Mike what it looks like when you play with yourself. Stand in front of him and do it for a while, before you get on the sofa."
"Oh God!" Her face flamed with humiliation as she reached down unwillingly towards her bare pubis. She could feel her buttocks still throbbing from the paddling.
"And show him the suck-your-nipple trick too. Go on, Suzie - do it."
Mike's breathing became faster as she stood in front of him, face burning, doing what she was told. "Wow!" he said. "What a slut. What an unbelievable slut!"
Her face burned even hotter. Oh God, she thought hopelessly as she kept pumping one finger up inside herself, how can I ever face the world again? Mike's sure to tell his friends, and then everybody out there'll be talking about me. Oh God - everybody!...
"Do it faster, bitch." Donna's sneering voice came from behind her. "Show him how much of a slut you really are." Suddenly the young naked girl jumped off Joey's lap and held out her hand to Mike. "Gimme the paddle for a minute, big boy. I wanna make sure she knows who's boss round here."
Mike handed it to her. Then he looked back at the older woman, still doggedly masturbating in front of him. "How come she always does what you guys tell her?"
"Cause she's just a fucking slut." Donna smacked the paddle hard against the woman's trembling red buttocks. <WHAPP!> "Aren't you, bitch?"
"Owwwwww! Y...yes, Donna. Oh God!..."
"And she'll do anything to get another young dick up her cunt. Won't you, bitch?" <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Owwwwww! Yes, Donna. Owwwwww!..."
"I told you to do it faster. Didn't I, bitch?" <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Owwwwww! Owwwwww!..." She frantically increased her efforts, pumping her finger rapidly in and out of herself as she jerked desperately away from the paddle. "Owwwwww!..."
"Way to go, baby," said Joey approvingly from behind her. "Hit her again."
"You bet," said Donna. <WHAPP!> "Who told you to stop sucking your tits, bitch? Get on with it!" <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Owwwwww! Owwwwww! OWWWWWW!!... Mmmmmmm... Ummmmmm... Mmmmmmm..."
"Fuck!" said Mike. "I've never seen anything like it. And now I think I'm getting hard on number three just watching it. Fuck!"
"Oh you ain't seen nothing yet, big boy," said Donna happily. "Let's make her really crawl for you." She swung the paddle again. <WHAPP!
> "Kiss his feet, bitch." <WHAPP!> "And keep your ass poking up and one finger working your pussy while you're doing it." <WHAPP!> "Cause you like it so much, don't you?" <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Owwwwww! Owwwwwwwwwwww!!... Oh God!..." She scrambled back down onto the floor and quickly pressed her mouth against the delivery boy's bare feet, still keeping one finger buried in her vagina. "Mmmmmmm...
Mmmmmmm... Mmmmmmm..."
"Now kiss all the way up the insides of his legs, bitch. And KEEP PUMPING YOUR CUNT!" <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "OWWWWWWWWWWWW!!..." She clung weeping to the delivery boy's bare legs, with her tears and saliva mingling as she slobbered against him. Oh God, she thought in despair as she kept her finger moving hopelessly in and out of herself - Mr. May, where ARE you? I never thought I'd pray to see you again, but for God's sake please come back! Please come back and save me from these horrible little monsters! PLEASE!!
"Now lick his balls, bitch." <WHAPP!> "Lift his dick out of the way and lick them and suck them." <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Owwwwww!" she shrieked again as she frantically did what she was told. "Owwwwww!..."
"Ohhhhhh!..." moaned Mike as her mouth closed over his testicles. "Ohhhhhh!... Oh God!..."
"Now his dick, bitch. Lick it and suck it." <WHAPP!> "Owwwwww!... Ubbbbbb... Ummmmmm... Ummmmmm..."
"Oh God!" Mike gasped. "Quick - gimme... gimme the paddle! I want her up on the sofa like you said. I... I wanna paddle her ass again while she does that. Ohhhhhh!..."
"OK, bitch - do what he says." <WHAPP!> "And keep jerking off while you suck him." <WHAPP!> "You hear me, bitch?" <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Yes, Donna. OWWWWWW!!" She scrambled desperately up onto the sofa and stretched herself out full length, with one arm under her body and her finger still buried in her vagina. "Oh God,"
she moaned as she grabbed Mike's half-flaccid penis with her free hand and brought her mouth down onto it again. "Oh Gob... Ummmmmm...
Ummmmmm... Ummmmmm..."
"That's a good bitch," said Donna with satisfaction. "A good docile schoolteacher bitch!" She handed the paddle back to Mike. "Slam her ass, big boy."
Mike's eyes widened. "A schoolteacher?" he said in surprise. "My God!" He took the paddle and grinned. "You mean I'm paddling a real schoolteacher's bare butt?" <WHAPP!> "While she sucks my dick naked?"
<WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Oh wow - my school was never like this!" <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Don't you bite his dick, bitch," said Donna warningly. "When he paddles you."
"No, Donna... Owwwwww!... OWWWWWW!... Ubbbbbb... Ummmmmm...
Ubbbbbb..."
"Blow jobs 101," said Mike contentedly. <WHAPP!> "That's what I'm studying." He grinned again. "My own private lessons, from my own private tutor. With incentives." <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> She bounced and jerked on the sofa, shrieking into Mike's penis every time the paddle descended, and still trying to remember to keep her finger moving mechanically in and out of her vagina. Oh God, she thought in agonized despair, Mr. May, Mr. May, Mr. May - please come BACK!
Donna sat herself down on Joey's lap again. "Yeah," she breathed as she watched Mike's paddle rising and falling against the older woman's jerking red buttocks, "that looks great! Just what every schoolteacher bitch needs." She squirmed slowly around on top of Joey, grinding her bare bottom against his groin. "Keep squealing, bitch. Oh yeah!"
"Oh fuck," gasped Mike as he swung the paddle, "I swear it's happening - I swear it is! Hard on number three - in less than an hour. Oh boy, lemme make it harder..." <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> Oh God, she thought in agony as the paddle kept smashing against her anguished buttocks, how long's this hell going to last? In between her shrieks of pain she tried desperately to suck him as well as she could. "Owwwwww!" ...If I can just get him hard again... "Owwwwww!
Owwwwww!" ...he might stop hitting me and start having sex instead... "Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! OWWWWWW!!..."
Donna started squirming even faster on Joey's lap. "Fuck, that looks good!" she gasped. "Bitch schoolteacher really getting it!" She reached down between her open thighs and grabbed at Joey's limp penis. "You sure you can't fuck me again, baby?" she panted as she desperately rubbed the head of his lifeless organ against her open labia. "God - I'm so hot!"
"Oh God, baby," moaned Joey, "have a heart! How often do you think I can do it, for fuck's sake? You think I'm a superstud or something?"
He reached down and slid one finger inside her. "How about I work your clit instead, baby? Will that do?"
"Oh yeah!" wailed Mike suddenly. "I'm hard AGAIN! I don't believe it!" He threw the paddle aside and flipped the older woman onto her back on the sofa. "Open your legs, lady. Here I go for fuck number three!"
She grunted in distress as Mike rammed his freshly erect penis back inside her, driving her raw buttocks down hard against the rough sofa fabric. "Oh God..." he gasped as he started humping, "I still don't believe it... Three fucks... in under an hour!... Oh God...
Uhhhhhh... Uhhhhhh... Uhhhhhh... Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!..."
Donna squeezed Joey's limp penis again and then twisted her head around and kissed him. "Oh yeah," she murmured into his open mouth as she kept one eye on the action, "this time he'll take so long to get there he'll fuck her old bitch ass off. Oh yeah!..."
"Yeah," muttered Joey back against her kiss, "and she'll feel like a tank's driven through her cunt." His finger kept slowly moving inside the young girl's vagina. "Albie and me did that to her one night -
fucked her so much she could hardly walk. God, it was great!"
"God - look at the look on her face," whispered Donna. Her hand tightened on Joey's penis and she started bucking herself against his moving finger. "She's hating it!" Then she raised her voice. "Way to go, Mike. Fuck her harder. And faster! She really loves a teenage dick giving her a long hard fuck. Specially after a good ass paddling."
"Yeah?..." gasped Mike. The sweat was breaking out on his forehead as he labored steadily towards his third orgasm. "Doing my... fucking best!... Uhhhhhh... Uhhhhhh... Uhhhhhh..." He stopped for a moment and got a fresh grip on the older woman's bare shoulders. "OK - let's see... let's see how fast I can fuck you, lady. God, you sure do want lots of it!"
"Ahhhhhh!" she gasped as Mike started thrusting in and out of her again as fast as he could. "Ohhhhhh!... Ouch!... Owwwwww!..." Oh God, she thought hopelessly, this is almost as bad as the paddling! And it's taking him forever! Oh God...
"Yeayyy, Mike!" Donna was bouncing up and down on Joey's lap now, still gripping his limp penis and ramming his hand hard against her crotch. "All those owies mean she's loving it. Fuck her harder! Fuck her harder!"
"Oh wow," Mike panted hoarsely as his bare buttocks bobbed up and down even faster - "never had a fuck... last as long as this... God, it feels good!... Uhhhhhh... Uhhhhhh... Uhhhhhh... Uhhhhhh...
Uhhhhhh... Uhhhhhh..."
Oh God! She grunted and gasped in pain as his rapid humping punished her sore buttocks and his erection pounded her abused vagina over and over. Oh my God, she thought in despair as she grabbed desperately for the sides of the cushions and hung on - please come! Please finish! Oh God - it's HURTING!...
"Oh fuck!" wailed Mike. "I'm coming! I'm coming AGAIN! Ohhhhhhhhh fuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!..."
She was crying openly as Mike sagged down on top of her, his hips still moving slowly against her agonized groin. "Oh God," he gasped exhaustedly, "I've never fucked like this. Oh God - never!... Oh God..."
Oh please, she thought, trembling and weeping under him in hopelessness and pain - please let it be finished now. Oh God -
PLEASE!...
Mike began to slowly climb off her, still breathing heavily. "God,"
he gasped again, "what a fuck. What a fucking... fantastic...
fuck!..." Then he glanced at his watch. "Oh shit," he burst out, "look at the time! I am gonna be in so much trouble!" He leapt up, his exhaustion forgotten, and ran to the bedroom to retrieve his clothes. "Don't forget, guys," he panted as he rushed back out, hastily pulling up his pants, "call me any time. Just ask for Mike.
I'm on..."
"Yeah," said Donna, "we know. Every night except Sundays. Glad you had fun. Bye, Mike."
As the front door closed behind the delivery boy, Donna gave Joey one last lingering kiss and then got off him. She walked over to the sofa and stood there, still naked, looking down at the older woman. "How does that old cunt of yours feel now, schoolteacher bitch? Well and truly fucked?" The young girl's smile was hard. "And the best part is, the night's only half over. Isn't that great?"
"Oh God," she wept, looking vainly for pity in the girl's face. "Please, Donna - I'm so sore! Oh please - you're a woman, you must know what it's like. Oh please don't let the boys f...fuck me any more tonight. Oh God - please!"
Donna smiled wolfishly. "Don't worry, schoolteacher bitch. Your old cunt isn't due for any more fucking tonight. Joey and me've got something else in mind. Something you're really gonna love!"
"W...what?" She looked fearfully up at Donna, and then felt a slowly dawning horror. Oh God, she prayed again, trembling all over - please come back, Mr. May! For God's sake, please come back and help me!
Suddenly the front door opened again and Albie came in.
"I got it," he said triumphantly. "I got the enema kit!"
    


 CHAPTER 18

"Oh God!... Ohhhhhh!... Aaaahhh!... Ohhhhhh!..."

She clutched desperately at the toilet bowl as Donna squeezed the enema bag. She shuddered again as she felt more warm soapy water forcing its way inexorably into her bowels.

"How do you like that, bitch?" Donna gave the bag another vicious squeeze. "Feel good?"

She could feel the cramps increasing. "Oh GOD!..."

Then she heard Joey's giggle. "God, that looks good, Suzie. Your head down and your ass up in the air. And my baby squeezing stuff up your asshole." He giggled again. "I can even see your tits jiggling every time she squeezes. God, that's good!"

"Aaaahhh!..." She clung to the cold toilet bowl in despair. "Aaaahhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Oh my God!..."

"There!" said Donna with satisfaction as she gave the bag one last squeeze. "All in. All up your old bitch ass." Then she reached forward with one hand and grabbed the older woman's hair. "Now, bitch, I'm gonna pull this nozzle out." She dragged the woman's head back. "And you..." She shook her by the hair. "...Are gonna hold it all inside you. For ten minutes!" Another shake. "You hear me, bitch?"

"Oh God!... Oh God!..."

"Cause if you don't - if you let it out before I say you can..."
Another savage shake. "...Then what you've had up to now's gonna be NOTHING compared to what we'll do to you!" She wrenched the woman's head back even further. "You got that, bitch?"
"Oh yeah!" Joey's young penis was partly erect again. "Why don'tcha let it out early, Suzie? `Cause I got lots and lots of real neat stuff I wanna try out on you!" He reached out and fondled one of her breasts, plucking roughly at her nipple. "So let it out early, why don'tcha?"
"Oh God..."

Donna grasped the nozzle. "OK, bitch," she said warningly, "get ready. Get ready to jam your ass cheeks together. And don't you dare let out a single fucking drop!" And then she pulled.
"Aaaahhh!..." She clutched frantically at the toilet bowl as the nozzle came out, then desperately clenched her buttocks together. "Oh God!" she gasped again, struggling slowly upright and clutching at her distended stomach as the cramps grew steadily worse. "Ohhhhhh!...
Ohhhhhh!... Oh God... Ohhhhhh!..."
"And this'll clean her out, huh?" It was Albie's voice. "So we can fuck her up the ass without getting shitty dicks?"
"Oh, once won't be enough." Donna threw the enema kit into the shower alcove. "We gotta do it to her lots more times." She gave a little giggle as she washed her hands at the basin. "Make her butthole squeaky clean before you guys start fucking her."
"Oh God - no! Oh please - not lots more times! Oh God - PLEASE!..."
"Hey, come on, baby." Albie's erection was hard and throbbing. "You made me all hard and hot, and then you sent me out shopping. And now you're telling me I gotta wait even longer while you do all this stuff to her twenty more times. Have a heart!"
"Aw, sorry, baby." Donna quickly finished drying her hands and then pressed her naked body placatingly up against his. "But hey, isn't it fun seeing her getting it?" She rubbed her crotch slowly and sensuously up and down against his bare hip. "And loving it so much?"
"Yeah, but I need a fuck, for God's sake. Look at me!"
"OK, OK," said Donna hastily, "let's see if we can speed things up a little bit." She gave him a quick hug and released him, then turned to the older woman. "Hey, bitch," she said roughly, "stop just standing there and clutching your guts and whining. I want you to dance for me. I want you to shake that stuff around inside you." She looked at Joey. "Hey, baby, can you go get the strap? So we can encourage her to dance better."
"Oh yeah!" said Joey. His penis was almost fully erect now. He headed eagerly towards the door. "I'll encourage her for you, baby. No problem!"
"Dance, bitch." Donna's expression was hard. "But don't let it out!"
"Oh God!" She clenched her fists and her buttocks again and gave herself a small tentative shake, trying desperately not to let anything leak out.
"Nah," said Joey, suddenly reappearing with the strap in his hand, "that's not dancing, Suzie." He raised the strap. "Lemme teach you how to really dance!"
"Oh God - no!" She thrust out her hands, frantically trying to ward him off. "If... if you hit me I won't be able to hold it in. I'll leak - I know I'll leak. Oh God - please!"
"OK, buddy," said Albie suddenly, "give her a chance, before you start hitting her." He grimaced. "I'm still not one hundred percent convinced about all this asshole stuff. And the last thing I want is shit all over the floor, for fuck's sake."
Joey's resentment flashed briefly as he glanced at Albie. But he quickly covered it up before the older boy could see it. He turned back to the trembling naked woman in front of him. "OK, Suzie," he said, waving the strap again, "here's your big chance. Dance. Dance real good and I won't paddle you." His smile was thin. "Or if you like, just stand there. That'll make me paddle you for sure. And then if you leak I'll get to do all my neat stuff on you!"
"Oh God!" She looked fearfully at him, then gritted her teeth and forced herself to start moving again. She groaned as she felt the warm soapy liquid sloshing around inside her. And then the cramps started building once more. "Aaahhh!" she gasped, clutching desperately at her abdomen.
"Yeah," said Donna with satisfaction, "that's getting things moving.
Just do that a little bit longer, schoolteacher bitch. And then you can squat on the john and let it all out."
"OK." Albie's tone was firm. "I'm outta here. There's no way I wanna stay and watch all this stuff." He paused in the doorway and looked back at Donna. "Call me when she's ready to be fucked, baby. But just don't take all fucking night."
After Albie had gone, Joey looked warningly at the young girl. "He's gonna pull the plug, baby, if you can't hurry it up. I've seen it before - he doesn't like this stuff!"
"He'll come around." Donna sounded confident. "After he's fucked her nice tight squeaky clean asshole he won't be able to get enough of it." She pointed at the toilet. "Get down on there, bitch. And do your thing."
* * * * * She stood naked and shivering on the bathmat after her third icy cold shower. Donna had subjected her to a second full enema and then a final rinse with clean water and cologne. "Make your asshole smell nice, bitch," the young girl had sneered, before forcing her back under the icy water and making her wash herself and the enema kit yet again.
Suddenly the strap slashed hard across her left buttock as she stood there. "Owwww!" she yelped, clutching at herself and looking helplessly at Donna. "Oh God! W...what was that for?"
The young girl smiled. "I thought you looked cold, bitch. Thought you might need warming up." She lifted the strap again. "Let's see if I can warm up your tits this time."
"No!" She backed away with her hands held up to shield her bare breasts. Donna's hand moved like lightning, slashing the strap across her unprotected buttock again. "Owwwwww!" she wailed, grabbing at her bottom once more.
<WHAPP!> The strap landed stingingly on top of her left nipple. "Aaaahhh!" she howled, bringing her hands desperately back around to protect her breasts.
<WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> The strap cut savagely back across both of her unguarded buttocks. "Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Oh God!" She broke and ran, out through the bathroom door.
Donna was right behind her, all around the living room. "You feeling warm yet, schoolteacher bitch?" <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "You feeling warm yet?" <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> She ran even faster. "Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!... Oh God -
PLEASE!..."
"OK, baby." Albie stood in the doorway of the master bedroom, his erection swollen with waiting. "When you've finished having your fun with her, maybe I'll finally get this ass fuck you've been promising me for so long."
"All yours, baby." Donna stood naked and panting, the strap still in her hand. "All warmed up, with a sweet smelling squeaky clean asshole." She smiled. "You're gonna love it."
Joey's voice came from the bedroom. "Get her in here, baby. I got some cushions and pillows on the bed. Hold her ass up, so my buddy can fuck her."
"OK." Donna moved forward and swung the strap again. <WHAPP!> "Get in there, bitch. " <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Owwwwww!" Albie moved aside as she ran in through the door, trying frantically to stay ahead of the swinging strap. <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!
> "Owwwwww!"
"Where do you want her, baby?" Donna bailed her up against the bed, still swinging. <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> <WHAPP!> "Owwwwww! Owwwwww!" She jerked under the blows, trying desperately to protect her naked body with her hands, but Donna kept finding new places to hit her. "Owwwwww! Owwwwwwwwwwww!"
"Up here on the bed, sweetcakes. Over the top of all this stuff."
"You heard him, bitch." <WHAPP!> "Get up over all that, with your ass up in the air."
"Oh God, I'm doing it, I'm doing it! You don't have to...
owwwwww! ...keep hitting me all the time... Owwwwww! Owwwwww!" She scrambled into position as quickly as she could. "Oh God - please!..."
Donna turned to Albie and smiled, still breathing heavily. "You see, baby? See how fast she stuck her asshole up for you? Looks like she's real eager to get ass fucked, doesn't it?"
"Oh God!" She clenched her fists and closed her eyes, shuddering as she lay there across the pile of cushions and pillows. "Oh God!..."
"OK." Albie slowly climbed onto the bed behind her, his erection bobbing stiffly in front of him. "This sure as hell better be worth the wait, baby."
"It will be, baby. You're just gonna love her tight old asshole this time around." Then Donna picked up a tube from the bedside table. "But hold it a sec. Lemme put some K-Y on you before you go in."
"Hey, what's up?" Albie stopped, looking at her in surprise. "You trying to be nice to her all of a sudden?"
"Oh I couldn't give a fuck about her, baby." Donna slathered the K-Y onto his erect penis, making him gasp. "But this'll make it sweeter for you." The young girl smiled at him. "And I want you to have fun."
Oh God! She lay trembling under Albie, with her buttocks raised and her anus still aching from the repeated enemas. She tensed herself, then recoiled and shuddered again as she felt the tip of his slick penis probing her sphincter. Oh God! Oh God!...
"Oh yeah!" Albie pushed hard, then let out a sigh as he started sliding slowly inside her. "Oh fuck - that... that actually feels good!... Oh God - went in so easy!... Hellava... hellava lot better than last time... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh yeaaaaaahhhhhh!..."
"Oh God!" She grabbed desperately at the bedclothes and hung on as his erection pushed even deeper into her sore rectum. "Aaaahhh!... Oh GOD!..."
"Oh yeah!" panted Albie as he started thrusting in earnest. "So fucking tight!... And no shit... no shit to worry about... Oh fuck!... Oh yeah!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..."
Donna walked around behind the two naked figures heaving together on the bed. "Oh yeah, baby," she said happily, crouching down and peering under Albie's thrusting buttocks, "that looks great. Old bitch getting your big dick right up her ass." She squeezed her bare thighs together and slowly bucked up and down on the floor. "Ohhh yeahhh!"
"God... this feels good!..." gasped Albie, as his humping speeded up. "So... fucking... tight!!..."
"Oh God!" moaned the woman under him. "Ohhhhhh!... Owwwwww!...
Aaaahhh!..."
Joey came and crouched down beside Donna, his erection fully hard again. "Looks good, huh, baby?" He ran a hand down between her tightly pressed thighs. "Making you hot again, huh?"
Donna grabbed at his hand and rammed it hard against her crotch. "Yeah, baby!... Oh God - I'd just love you to fuck me again right now." She began bucking even faster against his hand. "But I want you to save it... Ohhhhhh!... I wanna see her getting another stiff dick up her old ass.... Ohhhhhh!... `Cause it just looks so fucking GOOD!..."
Joey kissed her and fondled her a little longer, then got up and walked around to the head of the bed. He looked down at the older woman grunting and whimpering under Albie's relentless humping. "Hey, Suzie," he said cheerfully, "you gotta be getting used to it by now."
He bent down and smiled at her. "Maybe it's even getting to be kinda fun, huh?"
She stared up into his face, her teeth gritted in revulsion and pain. "Ohhhhhh!" she shuddered, as Albie gave her a particularly savage thrust. "Oh God... Owwwwww! Owwwwww!... Oh God... Oh GOD...!"
Joey smiled thinly. "And then again, maybe not." He looked at Albie. "How about you, kid? You having fun?"
"Oh fuck, yeah!" the older boy panted. "Without the shit to worry about... it's fucking fantastic!... So fucking TIGHT!... Uhhhhhh!...
Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..." His hands tightened on her bare shoulders. "Oh yeah!.. Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!... Oh fuck!..."
"Told you so, baby." Donna was standing beside Joey, sounding smug. "Told you so," she whispered again, as she grabbed his hand and pressed it back against her crotch. "That old bitch is gonna have her ass fucked off by this time next week!"
"Owwwwww!... Aaaahhh!... Oh GOD!..."
"Oh fuuuccckkk!!" Albie howled, humping faster than ever. "I'm gonna come!... I'm gonna come - right up your fucking ass, Suzie!... Oh fuck!... Oh fuck!... Ohhhhhh fuuuuccccckkkkkk!!..."
He sagged down on top of her as his thrusting got slower and slower and finally stopped. "Ohhh fuck," he moaned exhaustedly. "Ohhh God!... Ohhhhhh fuck!..."
"Oh God," she whimpered wretchedly underneath him. "Sore!... So sore!... Oh God - it hurts... Hurts!... Oh my God!... Ohhhhhh!..."
Albie finally levered himself off her and then collapsed down beside her on the bed. "Oh God," he sighed wearily - "that was fantastic.
Fucking fantastic!... So fucking tight!... Ohhhhhh fuuuccckkk!..."
"God, look at that," said Donna happily. "All his cum's running out her asshole. And down her legs." The young girl giggled. "Doesn't that look great?"
"Yeah," said Joey. "But you don't expect me to fuck that, do you, baby? Even if you are hot to see her getting it up the ass again."
"It's OK, baby." Donna giggled once more. "That just means we'll have to give her another enema." She leaned over and roughly prodded the older woman's buttock. "Won't we, bitch?"
"W...what?" In her distress and pain it took a few seconds to register. Then it hit her. "Oh... oh no! N...not another enema! Oh no! Oh God - noooooooooooo!!..."
* * * * * Her anus throbbed from the fourth enema. She stood naked and hopeless beside the bed, waiting for Joey to pile up the pillows and cushions for her to lie over. Oh God, she thought, shuddering, are those little monsters really going to do it to me like this from now on?
I'd rather be in jail! She gritted her teeth and shivered again in despair. Oh God...
But Joey was doing something different. He looked up as he made a pile of cushions on the floor, up against the bed. "Lie down on your back, Suzie. Right here, on the edge of the bed, with your knees pulled up." He grinned at her as he adjusted the cushions. "I'm gonna kneel on these and ass fuck you from the front. So I can see the look on your face while I'm doing it."
She just looked at him. You little bastard, she thought dully. Even with something as filthy as this, you can still think how to make it worse, can't you? Damn you to hell. She let out a defeated sigh and struggled reluctantly into position on the bed.
"Pull your knees up further than that, Suzie." Joey stood looking down at her, his young erection stiff and hard. "And grab hold of them with your hands." Then he turned to Donna. "You got that K-Y there, baby?"
"Coming up, baby." Donna came over with the tube and reached down towards his groin. "How much do you want?"
"Not too much." Joey's smile was hard as he looked down at the naked woman lying trembling on the bed. "I don't want to go too easy on her."
"OK." Donna grinned as she gave him a quick wipe. "That should do it.
Now go for it, baby - right up her old bitch ass!"
"Oh God!" Her trembling increased as Joey knelt down in front of her, with his erection pointed right at her aching anus. "Oh God!..."
"Oooh," said Joey happily as he looked at her splayed crotch, "two holes - a cunt and an asshole!" He smiled down at her. "Which one should I fuck, Suzie?"
Her lower lip started quivering uncontrollably, and she felt a tear trickling out of the corner of one eye. "P...please, Joey," she whispered. "Oh God - please...!"
"Yeah." His smile got wider. "That's what I thought you'd say." And he grabbed her around the thighs and rammed his rigid young penis straight into her rectum.
"Aaaahhh!... Oh God!... Owwwwww!... Oh God, please, Joey, it's sore!
Oh please, not so hard! Oh please, please, please..."
He reached down and grabbed her face between his hands, then bared his teeth at her in a malicious smile. "Do you... do you like it, Suzie?" he panted, as he kept thrusting savagely into her. "Does it... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... does it feel GOOD?..."
Oh God, she thought helplessly as she jerked under his savage thrusting, you vile horrible sadistic little fiend... "Owwwwww!..."
Oh God, I hate you... "Aaaahhh!..." I hate you so much... "Aaaahhh!... Owwwwww!... Aaaahhh!... Oh God!... Oh GOD!..."
"Fuck, that looks nice!" It was Donna's voice. Then she paused. "Hey, wait a minute, baby," she said, "what about Albie? He's asleep in his bedroom again - he's missing all the fun. You want me to go wake him up?"
"Nah," panted Joey, as he kept thrusting, "let him sleep." He shook his head. "He's just... too damn old for all this fucking...
Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... He... he's fifteen, for fuck's sake...
Uhhhhhh!... That's why he keeps going to sleep all the time...
Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..."
Oh God, she thought in renewed despair, yes, he is asleep again... "Aaaahhh!... Owwwwww!..." And that means you little monsters can... "Owwwwww!" ...Can do any cruel filthy thing you want with me... "Aaaahhh!... Owwwwww!..." Oh God!...
Joey stopped for a moment, and then grabbed her around the thighs for the second time. He looked down into her agonized face, and as he started thrusting again he pursed his lips at her in mocking kisses.
<smooch, smooch, smooch> "Isn't... isn't this fun, Suzie?..."
<smooch, smooch> "...Doesn't it feel so, so good?..." <smooch, smooch, smooch> "...Well anyway... it sure feels fucking good to me!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..." <smooch, smooch, smooch> "Hey," said Donna, "you in a mood for kissing, baby?" She started to climb onto the bed. "I'll get in front of you and kiss you, if that's what you want."
"Yeah, but she's... she's in the way, baby," Joey panted. He stopped thrusting for a minute. "How... how are you gonna...?"
"Aw gee," said Donna regretfully, "I'm just gonna hafta sit on her old bitch face, aren't I? With my pussy right on top of her mouth.
Gee, what a bummer!" She knelt on the bed behind the older woman's head and slapped her on one arm. "Get you arms and legs out of the way, bitch," she said harshly. "Put your feet up over my baby's shoulders and gimme some room."
Oh God, she thought hopelessly - as if all this isn't bad enough already! She put her legs up reluctantly and lowered her arms, gripping despairingly at the edge of the mattress. Oh God, I... And then her view of the ceiling was suddenly blotted out. "Mmmppphhh!...
Ummmppphhh!..." she gasped, as the young girl's crotch started grinding down hard into her face. "Ummmmmm!... Mmmmmmm!..."
"Suck me, bitch," Donna snarled, grinding down even more. She reached down and began tugging hard at the helpless woman's nipples. "Fucking suck me, you fucking bitch!..." <tug, pull, tug> "...Lick my clit..."
<pull, tug, tug, pull> "...Stick your old bitch tongue right up my pussy..." <tug, tug, tug, pull, pull, pull> "...Oh yeah... Oh yeah...
Oh yeah!... Just... just keep doing that, bitch!... Oh yeah... Oh yeahhhhhh!..." <tug, tug, tug, TUG!...> "Aaahhhmmmfff!" She wailed and howled into Donna's open vagina, jerking desperately under both young teenagers as the relentless wrenching at her breasts continued. "Owwwmmm!... Aaaaahhhhhh!...
Ummmowwwwww!..."
Joey wrapped his arms around her upraised legs and started thrusting again. "Hey, baby," he panted, looking at Donna, "I thought you were doing this... uhhhhhh!... so you could kiss me... What... what happened to that idea?... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..."
She lay there struggling to breathe as the young girl's crotch pressed down even harder against her face, and groaned again as Joey made a particularly savage thrust at her aching rectum. Oh God, she thought, shuddering, this is so dreadful! My nose is almost up the little bitch's anus! And then Donna gave yet another vicious wrench at her sore nipples. "Owwwwwwmmmmmm!... Aaaaaaahhhhhh!... Oh GOB!..."
Donna kept scooting her crotch back and forth across the woman's mouth, with a blissful look on her face. "Oh yeah... Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhh!..." Then she finally focused vaguely on Joey. "Uh, what...
what'd you say, baby?... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!..."
Joey tightened his grip around the woman's legs, thrusting faster than ever into her rectum. "You... you were gonna kiss me, baby...
Uhhhhhh!... That's... that's what this was all for... Uhhhhhhh!...
Uhhhhhh!..."
"Ohhhhhh - suck me, you old bitch!... Uh - oh yeah, right, baby...
I... I was gonna kiss you, wasn't I?... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!..." She leaned forward and shakily tried to connect with Joey's mouth as they both kept heaving up and down. "Sorry, baby... Mmmmmmm!...
Mmmmmmm!... Mmmmmmm!..." Then she suddenly tore her mouth away again. "Keep licking, bitch! Or I'll pull your fucking nipples off!"
"Oh fuuccckkk!" howled Joey, clinging to the woman's legs and pumping in and out of her as fast as he could. "I'm gonna come!.. I'm gonna fucking come!... I'm gonna fucking come up her fucking, fucking, fucking ASS!... Oh fuccckkk!... Oh GOD!... Ohhhhhhhhh fuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!!..."
"Lick me, bitch!" wailed Donna. "Suck me - lick me - suck me!" She reached down and grabbed the woman's breasts with both hands and started banging her crotch frantically up and down against her face. "Suck me, suck me, suck meeeeeeeeeee!... Oh yeah... Oh God...
Aaaahhh!... Aaaahhh!.. Aaaahhh yessssssssssssssssss!!..."
Oh God! She lay there, still shuddering, as both young teenagers slowly sagged down on top of her. Her anus ached and her bruised mouth throbbed and her abused nipples were still on fire from the vicious tugging. Oh God, oh God, oh God!...
Joey gave her a few last tired thrusts, making her whimper again, and then shakily pulled himself free. He staggered over to the bedroom chair and collapsed down into it. "Oh fuck," he gasped, still desperately trying to catch his breath, "did that... did that feel good or what?... God, that was tight!... Ohhhhhh fuuuccckkk!..."
"Ohhh yeahhhhhh..." Donna had fallen backwards onto the bed, her legs still sprawled either side of the older woman's head. "Oh fuck, yeah...!" She reached down and tugged shakily at the woman's hair. "How... how was that, bitch?" she panted exhaustedly. "Did you like... getting your asshole fucked?"
Oh God, she thought desperately, still trembling, that was so horrible! So horrible and so awful! She gave another deep shudder of revulsion. I swear I don't know what I'll do if they try to force that on me again!
"Ohhh fuck..." Joey's breath was still coming in heavy gasps. "That was so good! That was so fucking good... Gotta... gotta do it like that again next time..."
No! she thought in utter despair. I WON'T - I swear I WON'T...!
"Hey..." They all looked up as Albie stumbled back into the room. He stopped and blinked groggily at them, still naked. "Is it... is it all over?"
"Yeah, buddy." Joey's weary voice came from the chair. "One old bitch asshole, thoroughly fucked again." He giggled tiredly. "And she liked it so much she even ate out Donna baby while we were doing it." He snickered again. "Didn't you, Suzie?"
"Well..." Donna giggled sleepily from the bed. "I kinda sat on her face. So she didn't have much fucking choice, did she?"
"Shit," said Albie regretfully. "And I missed the whole thing. Why didn't you guys wake me up, for fuck's sake?"
"Thought you needed your beauty sleep, buddy." Joey's snicker came again. "Seeing you're so old." Then he glanced at his watch. "Fuck -
look at the time," he said in surprise. "It's almost midnight." He grinned up at Albie. "Doesn't time fly when you're having fun?"
Donna slowly struggled up to a sitting position on the bed, still breathing heavily. "Oh fuck," she gasped, "that was fun. That was so much fun." She tugged at the woman's hair again. "Wasn't it, bitch?"
Then she looked across at Joey. "But I guess... oh God, that was fun!... if it's as late as that, we really oughta go. Huh, baby?"
* * * * * "Thank them before they go, Suzie."
She was cowering on all fours at Albie's feet, both of them still naked, while Joey and Donna sat fully dressed on the sofa. Albie spoke again. "Go on, Suzie - crawl over there and kiss Joey's feet for a while. And say, `Thank you, Joey, for a wonderful evening.' "
He prodded her roughly with one finger. "Do it, Suzie."
"Y...yes, Mr. May." She crawled obediently over to the grinning Joey and bent down and pressed her mouth against his sneakers. "Th...thank you, Joey, for a wonderful evening." Oh God...
"Yeah," said Joey happily. "Like I said before - nothing like a nice docile bitch." Then as she kept on kissing him he pushed her away with one foot. "OK - that's enough. Now go do it to my baby. And tell her, `Thank you, Donna, for a wonderful evening. And thank you for showing me so many new ways to get fucked.' " And he snickered.
Oh God! She moved reluctantly over in front of Donna and did what she was told, teeth gritted and trembling. "...And th...thank you, Donna, for showing me so many... so many new ways to get fucked." Oh my God!...
Donna looked down at her and smiled. "That's Ms Donna to you, bitch.
But it's nice to see you crawling." She moved her feet impatiently as the older woman kept kissing them. "Hey - stop wasting that old bitch tongue of yours down there. Get up here and pull my panties down, and then get your face up under my skirt."
"Oh God." She looked up at the younger girl in despair. "N...not again - please!"
"You want another demerit, Suzie?" Albie's voice came from behind her. "I bet I could talk them into staying on for a while. To help you work it off."
"No!" She leapt up and reached hastily in under Donna's short skirt, feeling urgently for her panties. "No - I'm doing it. Please!"
Donna lifted her hips, sneering as her panties were pulled down her legs. "Changed your mind real quick, didn't you, bitch? You're a regular lezzie now, aren't you?"
Her face burned. "Y...yes, Donna." She lifted the girl's skirt and pressed her face quickly down against her groin. Oh God!...
"I already told you, bitch - that's Ms Donna to you." The young girl leaned forward and planted a hard sudden slap on one of her bare buttocks. <WHACK!> "Got it?"
"Owwwwww!" She lurched forward into Donna's crotch. "Yes, Ms Donna...
Ubbbbbb... Ummmmmm... Ubbbbbb..."
Donna pulled her skirt back over the older woman's bobbing head. "How's that, guys? Old bitch's head bouncing up and down under my skirt." She giggled. "Does that look good or what?"
They all laughed, and she felt her cheeks burning even hotter in between Donna's thighs as she worked. Oh God, she thought hopelessly, please let them leave! Please just let these awful little monsters get out of here and leave me with Mr. May. He can't possibly be any worse than this!
"Oh yeah," sighed Donna. "Ohhh yeahhhhhh..." Then suddenly she gave her a hard shove, pushing her away. "OK, bitch - that's enough. Until next time."
She fell back sprawling on the floor at the girl's feet, wet-faced and humiliated. My God, she thought in utter despair, how many next times will there be, for God's sake? How many times will I have to go through all this hell again? Oh God! And she started crying, quietly and hopelessly on the floor.
"We gotta go." Donna stood up decisively. "It's been a real fun evening but we just gotta go." She finished pulling up her panties and then came over to Albie, bending down and probing his mouth with her tongue. "Thanks, baby," she murmured into his open mouth. "Thanks for a great time." She stroked his bare chest as she straightened up again. "Can I come back and see you some time?" Then she gestured carelessly at the naked woman lying weeping on the floor. "And the old bitch?"
"Sure, baby." Albie held her hand briefly as she moved away. "Any time you want." He looked down at the older woman. "That go for you too, Suzie?"
"Oh God!..."
Joey got to his feet as well. "See ya, buddy," he said, taking Donna by the hand. Donna smiled, then kissed the younger boy softly on the cheek. "My superstud," she said happily. "That's four times you've done it so far tonight, baby. Counting the fuck you gave me before we got here." She pulled him close and started fondling his crotch as they moved towards the door. "How many more times you gonna fuck me tonight, baby? Huh, baby?"
Joey looked helplessly at Albie, and then rolled his eyes upwards. "I'll do my best, baby. You got any Vitamin E?"
Albie stood watching as the door closed behind them, with a half smile on his face. "Nice," he said softly. "He's always telling me I'm past it. But it looks like he's got a little bit more than he can handle there. Serve him right." He looked down again at the woman on the floor. "Maybe I'm not so bad after all, Suzie. Or do you wanna have Joey and Donna instead?"
She shuddered. What difference does it make? she thought hopelessly.
When they're here you still let them do whatever they want with me, don't you? Oh God...
Albie looked at his watch. "Twelve thirty. I wanna have at least one more fuck before you go, Suzie. So suck my dick for a while and make me hard again."
Oh no! she thought in horror - you had that up inside my... my... Oh my God, I can't suck that - oh God, I CAN'T! "Mr. May," she faltered, casting desperately around for some excuse, "I... I... I'm expecting a call from my husband. It's about two days since he arrived in Central Asia, and... and with the time... time difference..." She trailed off uncertainly as she saw his face beginning to darken.
"Suzie," he said deliberately, "didn't I tell you I busted into your husband's mailbox?"
She looked up at him, trembling. "I..."
"Didn't I tell you I can read all his emails?"
Her trembling got worse. "I..."
Suddenly he strode over and grabbed her by the hair. "And guess what his last email says, Suzie." He shook her. "Guess what it says."
"Oh God, I..."
He jerked her to her feet and started pulling her towards his bedroom by the hair. "Come read it, Suzie. It's real interesting."
She staggered along behind him bent almost double, with her hands grabbing frantically at his wrists to try to ease the savage pull on her hair. She could feel her bare breasts dangling and swaying as she stumbled desperately after him. "Oh God, Mr. May... Owwwwww!... I...
I'm sorry. I..."
He forced her down onto her knees in front of his computer. "Stay there," he said fiercely, "and look." He started clicking with the mouse.
"Oh God! Mr. May, please - I..."
"There it is!" He turned to her, his face still angry. "C'mere, Suzie. C'mere and read it out to me. Nice and loud and clear, so we can both hear it."
"Oh God!" She leaned forward, her lips trembling, and tried to focus on the screen. "I..." She swallowed, and then started to read aloud. " `Dear Jeff. You know that I won't be able to email or phone once I finally get to that Godforsaken place...' "
"So he was gonna phone you, was he, Suzie?"
"Oh God!..."
"Keep reading."
She swallowed again, her trembling worse than ever. " `...So could you do an old buddy a favor and pass on this very personal message to my wife. I tried to phone her from the airport as I was leaving, but she was out and the answering machine was switched off...' " Oh God, she thought, appalled - I forgot to switch it back on! Before I...
before I came over here for that dreadful weekend. Oh God...!
"Keep reading."
"Oh God... `Hi, sweetheart...' " She stopped, tears suddenly blurring her vision. "Oh Rob! Oh Rob!... Oh my God..."
"Keep reading, I said!"
She wiped despairingly at her eyes. Oh Rob, she thought hopelessly.
Oh my darling!... But then Albie started to frown and she hastily tried to focus on the screen again. " `I'm so sorry about that fight we had as I was leaving. Of course it's tough on you having me away so much - I know that. And you have my solemn word that when I get back from this trip - which (I'm sorry, honey) could be up to a week longer than I first thought...' "
"That'll do. Enough lovey-dovey crap." Albie clicked with the mouse, closing the window on the screen. Then he reached out and grabbed her by the hair again, twisting her face around towards his. "So we got good news and bad news. The good news is - your old man's gonna be away for at least the next ten days..."
"Oh God!" She was crying freely now. He tried to phone me! she thought in despair. He tried to phone me - and I left the answering machine switched off. Oh Rob, my darling - I'm so sorry! And now...
now I'm going to be available to these little monsters for another TEN DAYS! Oh God. Oh God help me!...
"And the bad news is..." His fingers tightened in her hair. "...You tried to fucking lie to me. Didn't you, Suzie?"
"Oh God, Mr. May - I'm so sorry! I promise I won't ever try to lie to you again, I..."
"Same fucking shit!" He stood up, forcing her to her feet again. "Why don't you just shut up, Suzie? Shut up and save your breath, why don'tcha?" He pointed behind her. "Go back out to the living room and sit down on the floor."
By the time she was sitting naked and trembling on the carpet he had come out, carrying the bag from Jake's store. He dumped it on the coffee table and reached in. "Here," he said, throwing her the spreader bar, "strap this on. And then slide it out as far as it'll go."
"Oh God." Her hands shook as she fumbled with the straps, fastening them around her ankles. Then she undid the butterfly nut and began slowly sliding it open, inching her feet awkwardly along the carpet as she did so. "Oh God...!"
"Further," he ordered. "It'll open wider than that. And then tighten it up again."
"Mr. May, it... it's too wide." She was struggling to stay leaning forward between her widely spread legs, wrestling with the slide. She could feel her vagina gaping obscenely open against the rough carpet. "It... it hurts my hips and knees. Please...!"
He picked up the strap. "You already got one demerit. You want another one?"
"No!" She made one last desperate lunge forward and managed to slide the bar open its final few inches. "Oh God - please...!" Then she tightened the nut with shaking fingers and fell back panting, with her legs grotesquely spread. "Oh God!..."
He threw her the collar. "Now put that on."
She looked up at his hard face. What's he going to do to me? she thought, hopeless and trembling. She buckled the collar around her neck with shaking fingers. Oh God - why did I try to lie to him? Why did I try to lie?
He pulled his hand out of Jake's bag. "You want these again, Suzie?"
"No!" she wailed, staring aghast at the vicious little serrated clips in his hand. "Oh God, please - not those again! Mr. May, please, for pity's sake, I beg you..."
"OK." He dropped the clips back into the bag. Then he lifted out something else. "So we'll use this instead."
She looked in sick despair at what he was holding. It was a small screw-up clamp, hanging from a long thin chain. He walked over and dangled it deliberately in front of her face. "Put it on, Suzie," he said. "On your left nipple. And be sure to screw it up real tight. `Cause if I don't think you've done it tight enough I'll screw it up tighter myself." He shook it in front of her. "About six more fucking turns!"
"Oh God." She took it from him reluctantly, her lip trembling, and started slowly fumbling with it against her nipple. "Oh God." Her fingers shook as she slowly screwed it tight. "Oh God!" she gasped as it started biting into her flesh. "Aaaahhh!... Owwwwww!..."
"Tighter, Suzie."
"Oh please, Mr. May!... Owwwwww!... Oh GOD!..."
"One more turn, Suzie. Do it - or I'll give it six!"
Somehow she forced her shaking fingers to obey him. "Aaaahhh!" she wailed as the little clamp bit even deeper. "Owwwwww!... Oh please, no tighter than that! Oh please don't make me tighten it any more than that!... Owwwwww!... Oh God, PLEASE!..."
"Yeah - that looks about right." He reached down and grasped the dangling chain, and then gave it a couple of small experimental tugs. "How's it feel?"
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!..." Her hands fluttered frantically near her breast, longing to grab at the chain but not daring. "Owwwwwwwww!... Oh PLEEEEASE!!..."
"Yep - sounds about right too." He reached back into the bag. "Now the next one. On your other nipple."
And then she had to put on that on as well. He stood watching, pitiless, as she screwed it tighter and tighter on her right nipple, whimpering from the pain, until he was finally satisfied. Then he picked up both chains. "C'mon," he said, tugging them. "Get up. On your feet."
"Aaaahhh!... Oh God, I'm getting up, I'm getting up! Don't pull, don't pull, don't PULL!..." She floundered desperately to her feet, spreadlegged and staggering. "Owwwwww!... Aaaahhh!..."
He reached back into the bag and took out the cuffs. "Hands behind your back, Suzie."
The tears were pouring down her face as she obeyed him. The thin chains dangled and swayed from each throbbing nipple. "Oh God - Mr.
May, they HURT!..."
He finished cuffing her wrists and clipped them up to the collar. "Now bend over. C'mon!"
He ran the chains down under the spreader bar and started pulling them tight, stretching her nipples painfully down towards the floor. "Aaaahhh!" she wailed, desperately bending her knees and squatting down as far as she could to try to ease the pull on her breasts. But her feet were spread so wide apart that she could only achieve an awkward half squat before her hip and knee joints screamed in protest. "Owwwwww!" she howled as he tightened up the chains even further and then hooked them in place. "Oh Godddddd!!..."
Finally he stepped back and looked at her. "How does that feel, Suzie? Comfy?"
"Oh God. Oh God!" She crouched there trembling in front of him in her awkward wide-legged half squat, with her buttocks sticking right out and her breasts stretched painfully downwards. Her legs shook with the strain and her nipples screamed from the bite of the clamps. She strained futilely at the wrist cuffs up behind her back. "Please, Mr.
May - please!" she whimpered, staring hopelessly downwards as her tears fell onto the floor. "Oh God - this hurts! It hurts, it hurts, it HURTS!!..."
He let out a mirthless little laugh. "Hurts? Suzie, we haven't even started." Then he brought his face down close to hers. "Now listen.
I'm only gonna use the strap for now. Not the quirt this time, `cause I'm such a nice guy. But..." His fingers grabbed her hair. "...If you don't stay on your feet it'll be the quirt for sure." He pulled her head back, stretching her breasts even more against the chains. "You want the quirt, Suzie?"
"Aaaahhh!" she howled as the chains tugged even more painfully at her nipples. "Owwwwww!... No, I don't... Owwwwww! Oh God!... I don't want the quirt... Owwwwww!... Oh God - please! I'll stay on my feet, I'll stay on my feet, I swear it!... Owwwwww!... Owwwwwwwwwwww!"
"OK." He finally released her and picked up the strap again. Then he shook his head. "God, you sure must like demerits, Suzie. You only just worked off the last one and now you've gone and earned yourself another one." And he swung the strap hard at her protruding buttocks.
<WHAPP!!> "Owwwwww!" She jerked forward and tried to straighten up, momentarily forgetting her chained breasts, then screamed again as the clamps wrenched agonizingly at her nipples. "Aaaggghhh! Oh GOD!"
"You stay on your feet now," he said warningly. "Or I'll really give you something to scream about!" <WHAPP!!> "Owwwwww!" she shrieked again. Then: "Aaaggghhh!" as the chains jerked taut once more on her breasts. "Oh GOD!..."
Albie's smile was hard. "Teach you to stay bending over, huh? If you don't want your tits pulled off." <WHAPP!!> "Owwwwww!" as the strap connected. And "Aaaggghhh!" as her nipples were wrenched again.
"Awww, you still haven't got it right. Let's try it again." <WHAPP!!> "Owwwwww!..." <wrench!> "Aaaggghhh!... Oh God - PLEASE!..."
"Hey, you don't have to beg, Suzie. I'm real happy to keep training you. Until you get it." <WHAPP!!> "Owwwwww!..." <wrench!> "Aaaaaagggggghhhhhh!... Oh GOD!!..."
He strapped her slowly around the living room, one excruciating little widespread shuffling step after another, while she tried desperately not to jerk upwards every time he hit her. But it was almost impossible, and she kept shrieking twice with every blow. "Oh God, Mr. May!" she kept screaming. "No more - no more - no more!...
Owwwwww!... Aaaggghhh!!..."
He finally stopped, leaving her sobbing and bent over and shaking in the middle of the room. "Yeah," he said thoughtfully, still breathing heavily from the exertion, "Joey was right. Joey was right about a lot of things. Joey was right about not going too easy on you, and about fucking you up the ass. And about... THIS!..." And without any warning he brought the strap up suddenly between her spread legs and onto her gaping vagina, three times in rapid succession. <WHAPP!!> <WHAPP!!> <WHAPP!!> "ARRRGGGHHH!!" she screamed, leaping forward in agony and again wrenching her tortured breasts. "Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Oh GOD!... Oh God, Mr. May," she gabbled as she staggered desperately to stay on her feet, "I beg you, I implore you - please stop, please stop, please STOP! I'll do anything. Anything! ANYTHINGGGGGG!!...
Ohhhhhhhhh Godddddddddddd!!..."
"Had enough, have you, Suzie? Don't want any more pussy paddling?" He paused, still holding the strap. "That mean you're ready to suck my dick now?"
"Y...yes, Mr. May," she wept. "Oh please - yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!!"
He moved around in front of her. His penis was fully erect again. "Hey," he said, looking down at her awkward spreadlegged crouch, "you're kinda low for dick sucking, aren't you? Maybe I'll have to sit down."
"Oh please, Mr. May," she moaned, staring down at the floor in pain and despair, "please untie me. Please take these... these dreadful clamps off me. They hurt so much! Oh please - I promise I'll suck you so well if you'll just untie me. Please...!"
"Nah." He pulled up a chair and sat down in front of her. "You screwed up pretty bad, trying to lie to me like that. Those clamps stay on till the sucking and fucking's finished." He slid the chair forward until his erect penis was right up against her face. "So why don'tcha just get on with it? The sooner it's over the sooner I'll let you loose."
"Oh God." She could feel her beaten buttocks and labia still throbbing with pain as she pressed her face hopelessly up against his erection. But she was bent over too much. Even with him sitting down, the head of his penis was still well above the level of her mouth.
She put out her tongue and licked tentatively at the base of his shaft.
"Nah," he said again. "Suck it, Suzie. Get your mouth right over my dick and suck it like you mean it."
Oh God! She gritted her teeth and slowly lifted her head. Her tortured nipples screamed again as the chains tightened. "Aaaahhh!"
she gasped as she finally got her mouth high enough. Then as she swallowed his erection and lowered her head again the pull on her nipples eased a little, and she sighed with relief. "Ubbbbbb...
Ummmmmm..."
"C'mon, Suzie." Albie was sounding impatient. "Get your head moving -
up and down. You forgotten how to do blow jobs all of a sudden?"
Oh God, she thought hopelessly, you're determined to make me hurt myself, aren't you? You little bastard! She sucked in a deep breath around his erect penis and strained upwards against the painful pull on her breasts. "Owwwummm!... Mmmmowwwwww!..."
"Yeah," he sighed as she bobbed her head and sucked and whimpered. "That's better - oh yeah..."
"Owwwummummm," she moaned. "Ummowwwwww!" And then suddenly in the midst of the pain she realized there was no unpleasant aftertaste to his penis after all. Oh God, she thought despairingly, I suffered all that for nothing! The enemas - they took away all the bad taste. Oh God!...
"OK." He finally pushed her away. "Now I'm ready for my fuck. But I'm not gonna stand up. Turn around and stick your ass up on my lap."
"Oh please," she begged as she shuffled painfully around to point her buttocks towards him. "Please untie me, Mr. May. Please!"
"No way, Suzie. C'mon - back up."
Oh God, she thought in horror, now what's to stop him having more anal sex with me? I swore I wouldn't let these little monsters do it to me again. But how the hell can I stop him, trussed up like this? "P...please, Mr. May," she begged, "you won't... you won't make me have any more anal sex, will you? Oh God - please don't make me go through that again! Please - I'm begging you...!"
"I'll do what I want, Suzie. Now back up, I said. Get your ass up here against my dick."
Oh God, she told herself, don't make him angry! "Y...yes, Mr. May!"
she said hastily. She backed up as quickly as she could, her spread legs trembling as she strained to lift her buttocks up onto his lap. "But PLEASE...!"
He grabbed her around the hips and pulled her even closer. "So," he said thoughtfully, "you don't want another ass fuck, huh?"
She started crying again. "N..no, Mr. May! Oh please, please, please!..."
He moved her hips slowly from side to side, rubbing her sore buttocks back and forth against his erection and making her gasp. "But the last one was so great, Suzie. So fucking tight. And no shit to turn me off." He reached in under her with one hand and fondled her gaping vagina. "You gonna do all the work if I fuck your cunt instead?"
"Oh yes! Oh yes!" She started desperately bouncing herself up and down against his hand. <bounce, bounce, bounce!> "Oh please - put your dick in my c...cunt and I'll do all the work, I swear it!" She bounced harder, her bare buttocks slapping up and down on his thighs.
<bounce, bounce, bounce!> "Please, Mr. May!..." <bounce, bounce, bounce!> "...Oh PLEASE!..."
"That looks nice." He sounded amused. "Your red ass bouncing up and down on top of me while you beg me to fuck you." He took his hand away. "Bounce faster, Suzie. Beg me some more."
"Oh God!" She bounced harder, desperate to satisfy him. <bounce, bounce, bounce!> She tried to keep her torso still as she did it, but the chains still jerked painfully at her clamped nipples. "Aaaahhh!..." <bounce, bounce, bounce!> "...Oh please, Mr.
May!..." <bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce!> "Owwwwww!... Aaaahhh!...
Oh please!..." <bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce!> "Owwwwww!...
Mr. May - PLEEEEEEASE!!..."
He grabbed her in mid bounce and rammed her open vagina down onto his erection. "Keep bouncing, Suzie," he yelled. "If you don't do it fast enough I can change holes real quick!"
"Aaaahhh!" she wailed as his penis slammed up between her still-sore labia. But she forced herself to keep bouncing as fast as she could, frantic to keep him from pulling out.
"Oh yeahhhhhh!" he howled. "Feels so fucking GOOD!..." He grabbed her hips again and started ramming her up and down even faster, jerking the chains even more on her aching nipples. "Oh yeah!... Oh fuck!...
Oh yeahhhhhh!!..."
"Owwwwww!" The pounding was punishing her sore labia and her breasts were being wrenched and jerked at every stroke. "Aaaahhh!...
Owwwwww!..." Oh God, she thought in agony, would anal sex've been any worse than this? "Owwwwwwwwwwww!!..."
"Oh fuck!" he yelled, pounding her up and down faster than ever, "I'm gonna come - I'm gonna fucking COME!... Oh yeah!... Ohhhhhh Godddddddddddd!!..."
He fell back gasping and panting in the chair. "Ohhhhhh fuuuccckkk..." he sighed. He lifted her hips tiredly up and down a few more times. "Ohhh yeahhh... Oh fuck...!"
"Please, Mr. May..." She could feel his semen slowly oozing out of her as she stayed doubled up and trembling in front of him, and her tortured nipples screamed for release. "Oh for God's sake, please untie me now. Please!..."
"Ohhh yeahhh..." He was still breathing heavily as he reached out and stroked her trembling back. "You... you gonna tell me any more lies, Suzie?"
"N...no, Mr. May, I swear it! Oh please untie me. PLEASE!"
He leaned forward and ran his hands around under her body. "Oh yeah,"
he said happily as his fingers found her breasts, "they're stretched out real good, aren't they? Nice tight tits, huh?"
She gasped with pain as his fingers toyed with the nipple clamps. "Owwwwww!... Please, Mr. May! Please!..."
"Clean my dick first. Turn back around and suck it. Till it's clean."
"Oh GOD!" She struggled off his lap, trying desperately not to jerk her agonized nipples too much, and slowly floundered back around again to face him. "Aaaahhh!... Owwwwww!..." Then she opened her mouth and engulfed his shrinking penis. Thank God it's not erect any more, she thought gratefully. Don't have to lift my head...
"Ohhh yeahhh..." he sighed as she started sucking. "Oh that feels good, Suzie. Ohhh yeah..." He stroked her cheeks as she sucked. "Anyone... anyone ever tell you you got a real talented mouth? Ohhh yeahhhhhh!..."
Oh God please, she thought hopelessly - just say you've had enough and let me loose. Please, please, please!...
"OK." His hand was in her hair again. "You've been a good little cocksucker, so I guess it's time to take them off." He pulled her head back and reached in to the clamp on her left nipple.
"Aaaahhh!" she wailed as the chains pulled tight again. Oh God, she thought, don't pull my head back so far! Please, please, please, PLEASE!...
"You know something, Suzie?" He loosened the clamp half a turn, but maintained the painful pull on her hair. "I wouldn't've fucked you up the ass anyway. `Cause after Joey's fuck you needed another enema."
He loosened the clamp another quarter turn. "And without Donna here to give it to you there was no way I was gonna do it."
Oh God, she thought in despair, I debased myself for nothing! Begging him not to do it - begging him to have sex with me... Then Albie wrenched her head back even further and she screamed. "Aaaaggghhh!...
Oh God, Mr. May, that clamp you're unscrewing... owwwwww!... please just take it OFF!!"
"But I am taking it off, Suzie." He loosened it another quarter turn. "Can't you feel it?"
She could feel it. Her imprisoned nipple was beginning to slide, slowly and agonizingly, out from between the jaws of the little clamp. He pulled harder at her hair and it slid out a little more. "Aaaahhh!... Owwwwww!... Oh GOD!!..."
Then he started loosening the other clamp, just as slowly, and letting her other nipple slowly slip out as well. She begged and shrieked and screamed, but he held her up by the hair until both nipples finally tore free. "How's that, Suzie?" he asked pleasantly, after her wailing and sobbing had died away. "Feel better?"
"Ohhhhhh... Oh God!..." Oh you vile horrible bastard, she thought, shaking with pain and despair as she finally straightened up again.
You filthy sick sadistic horrible...!
"You wanna keep the cuffs on all night? Or you waiting for me to walk around behind you? Like a fucking servant."
Her lower lip trembled. "I... I'm sorry, Mr. May." She shuffled back around, wide-legged and awkward, and crouched down, still shaking, until he unclipped the cuffs and took them off. Then she straightened her cramped arms and reached around to rub her throbbing breasts. "Oh... oh God! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...!"
"Turn around and face me, Suzie." He waited, leaning back in his chair until she was looking at him again. "You know something else?"
he said. "You would've been back home in bed by now. If you hadn't tried to get out of sucking my dick." He shook his head. "You wouldn't've had any of this grief if you hadn't lied to me. Would you?"
She stared at him sullenly, still rubbing her breasts. "No, Mr. May."
"But feel free. I love helping you work off your demerits. So just keep telling me lies - no problem."
Her lower lip trembled once more. "I'm sorry, Mr. May. I... I won't lie to you again."
His smile was thin. "Like fuck you won't. But I'll catch you. And then we'll both have lots of fun." He sat looking at her for a while longer, and then finally spoke again. "OK, Suzie - take off the spreader bar. Then go clean yourself up and get dressed. I wanna get some sleep." Then he went on, "And this time I'll even let you clean up your cummy cunt before you go. Aren't I a nice guy?" And he snickered.
* * * * * She stood beside him, fully dressed and trembling. He had one hand up under her skirt, probing her vagina. She winced as he pressed against her still-tender labia.
"I love the feeling," he said, digging a little deeper, "that I can just do this and do this to you - anywhere, any time. `Cause you're all mine, aren't you? One hundred percent."
Her face colored. "Y...yes, Mr. May."
"And whether you like it or not you just gotta stand there and take it. Back here, at school, wherever. Haven't you?"
Her face burned hotter and she trembled even more. "Y...yes, Mr. May."
"And you're never gonna wear panties again." He kept digging. "Are you, Suzie?"
She winced again. "N...no, Mr. May." Oh God...
"OK." He gave her one last dig and then took his hand away. "I guess you can go now. I'll see you back here in the morning. For my nice wake up fuck."
"Yes, Mr. May." She turned aside, lip quivering, and tried to adjust her skirt and smooth out the creases. Thank God, she thought, trembling from the reaction - I'm out of here at last. That's another night of filth and hell over and done with. She picked up her handbag and headed gratefully towards the door. Oh thank God!
His voice stopped her in the doorway. "You haven't forgotten, have you, Suzie?"
She turned back and looked at him, suddenly fearful again. "W...what?" she faltered.
"Tomorrow night's Wednesday night. You're gonna be the big star at Jake's store." He smiled at her. "Won't that be fun?"
"Oh God! Oh God, Mr. May - PLEASE!..."
His smile just got wider.
"Good night, Suzie. Sweet dreams."
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