Stripped And Whipped Schoolgirl
by Nathan Silvers


Chapter One 

Fawn Woodley crossed her shapely legs and stared out of the car window, 
ignoring her father. 

"Your mother and I have had enough," her father, Sam, said. "You've been 
thrown out of five schools now for bad behavior, but this school will get 
you into line fast." 

Fuck you, thought Fawn. She was a tall, blonde beauty, with free-flowing 
locks falling well past her shoulders. Her eyes were dark and wide apart, 
and her generous lips were set in a pout below a straight nose with flaring 
nostrils. Fawn had a pair of high, thrusting tits that strained at the thin 
blouse she wore. Her waist was slim and held tight by a wide belt and her 
ass cheeks swelled under her short skirt. Below that, her legs led down to a 
pair of trim feet in white stockings and matching high-heeled shoes. 

But Fawn was untouchable, even to the boys who dated her. The first hint of 
a hand on her tits and the young man had his face slapped. Fawn watched the 
trees passing as the car rolled along the interstate. Sex - it was 
disgusting, utterly disgusting, particularly after that night, when she had 
seen the punishment of her sister. 

She had awakened then to hear her father almost shouting, and her older 
sister, Kerry sobbing and pleading. Fawn had gotten out of bed and dressed 
in nothing but her thin nightie, had tiptoed to her parents' bedroom door. 
Somebody had forgotten to lock it and it stood slightly open. Her heart 
beating with fear, she peered in. 

Inside, stood her father with a short whip in his hands. From its handle 
several strips of knotted leather hung down, and he swung them slowly 
against his thigh. He was dressed in tight pants, and even Fawn could see 
the enormous bulge in the front of his crotch. On the bed sat Fawn's mother, 
Diane, her legs casually crossed, leaning back on the pillows as she smoked 
a cigarette. Her robe was open to expose her tits. 

In front of her father stood Kerry, weeping and pleading. She was shorter 
than Fawn, though she was two years older, and she had her mother's 
complexion and dark hair as well, cut close around her head. She had large 
tits, and her ass was full. She stood there now in a short summer dress, 
pale stockings and her best high boots. 

"Please, Dad," she wept, "please, I won't do it again, I promise." 

"That's what you said last time, girl," said her father. "I won't let any of 
the boys touch my tits - you said that, didn't you?" 

Kerry wept again. 

"Didn't you?" 

"Yes, Dad." 

"I told you then what would happen, didn't I?" 

"Yes, Dad. But please, please-" 

"Take that dress off." 

"Oh no, please, Dad, please, I won't-" 

"If I have to warn you again ... " 

Kerry sobbed and pleaded again, but her fingers went up slowly to the neck 
of her dress and undid the top button. Her father spread his legs and ran 
his hand over the bulge in his pants. 

"Get the stool set up, Diane," he said. 

"Oh no, please, Dad," pleaded Kerry, but he swished the whip through the air 
and she hurriedly undid another button. 

Fawn was fascinated and horrified by the machine her mother was rolling out 
of the locked wall closet the two girls were never allowed to go into. It 
had a square frame that stood some six feet in the air. Attached to it was a 
sort of bench with two thin, padded pieces about three feet apart. Above 
them were padded metal pipes with leather thongs attached to them, and the 
whole thing moved on a set of ratchets so that it could be raised and 
lowered from the floor to the top of the main frame. 

"Your dress," snapped her father. 

Kerry's desperate fingers unhooked another button and her dress opened to 
the waist, showing the small uplift bra beneath. 

"Set it up, Diane," said her father. 

Kerry opened the last button and let the dress fall away from her trembling 
body and onto the floor. She stood there in just her bra, matching white 
panties, stockings and boots now. 

Slowly her father walked up to her while Diana locked the frame of the bench 
into place. "Take the bra off," he said. 

"Oh please, Dad, please, pl-aaaagh!" Kerry sobbed as her father stepped back 
and swung the whip expertly around her body and across the cheeks of her 
ass. As his arm went back, she gave in. "Oh yes, all right, Dad, all right. 

He nodded as she let the bra drop. He walked behind Kerry, still examining 
her beautiful body. 

"I think she's ready for the next size," he said over Kerry's shoulder to 
her mother. Diane smiled and went back to the closet. 

"Oh, Daddy, don't please don't," Kerry sobbed, trying to turn to him. The 
whip cracked again, and Kerry screamed as he lashed into her ass once more. 

"Bend down and hold your ankles!" snapped her father. 

Still sobbing with tears rolling down her young cheeks, Kerry slowly bent 
down and put her hands around her ankles. Now her ass was high in the air, 
protected only by the thin white panties. Her legs spread, offering the most 
tempting of targets. For a long while her father stood back, admiring the 
helpless young girl's body, slowly rubbing his cock through his tight pants. 
His daughter softly wept and pleaded in vain with him. 

Meanwhile, Fawn watched with growing horror as her mother came out of the 
closet with an enormous hard plastic dildo in her hands. Fawn knew enough to 
understand that it was shaped like a man's cock. She watched as her mother 
went over to the dressing table and took a jar of cream and opened it, 
staring all the time at Kerry and her husband. Diane took some cream from 
the jar and ran it over the huge plastic prick until the whole surface was 
glistening. Then she went back over to the machine and slipped the cock over 
a tight spring that came up from the exact center of the two padded boards 
so that it bobbled as she flicked it. Diane slipped a catch across, and the 
monstrous thing was ready. 

Kerry screamed as her father slashed the whip across her ass cheeks. Thin 
red lines formed on the flesh not covered by the panties. 

"How many boys did you let touch your tits?" demanded her father. 

"Oh please, Daddy. pl-aaagghhh!" Kerry screamed as the whip bit into her 
soft ass cheeks again. "Only one, only Bill, the one! Aaaggghh, oh please, 
please. Aaaaaagghh!" 

"Try that again," said her father, holding his hand above her, the whip 
dangling. 

"Three of them, three, just three .. " 

"That's better," said her father. "And did you let any of them do anything 
else to you?" The whip dangled and flicked slightly. 

"No, no. Aaaagghhhhhhh, oh, shit, oh, aaaaaagggghhhh! Yes . . . yes! 
Aaaaggghhhh! I let Jack put his aaaaggghhh, oh please, I'll do anything, 
please!" 

"You let Jack do what?" asked her father, the whip circling above her red 
and sore ass. 

"I let Jack put his cock between my tits and rub it up and down," Kerry 
confessed. 

Outside the door, Fawn almost choked in shock. 

"And then what?" demanded her father, giving her another cut of the whip and 
getting another scream from the tortured girl. 

"Then he shot all that white stuff over them," Kerry sobbed, her ass 
cringing and trying to get away from the dreadful leather. She screamed as 
the whip caught her again. "And then I licked it off his . . . his cock, and 
he took his finger and made me lick it off that when he took it off my tits. 
Oh please, Daddy." 

She twisted her head around, trying to see what he was doing. Her fingers 
held compulsively onto her legs. She was too terrified to let go. 

"And then?" asked her father. 

"And then I let Dave put his cock in my pussy and I let Bill put his in my 
mouth and they both did it until they . . . until they shot in my mouth and 
up inside me. Please. Please." She moaned, taking another vicious cut of the 
whip. 

"Take your panties down!" snapped her father. 

Kerry slowly, still keeping bent at the waist, slid her panties down her 
stretched legs and, with great difficulty, stepped out of them. Now, all she 
had on were her stockings, held up by garters at the tops of her thighs, and 
her soft boots which reached almost to her knees. Her ass cheeks were 
flaming red already, and she moaned and gasped in fear as she put her hands 
back on her ankles and waited. 

"Now that was very bad, wasn't it?" said her father, softly now, almost 
caressing his daughter with his words. 

"Yes, Daddy, yes," sobbed Kerry. She groaned as he came up behind her and 
ran his hand over her stretched, pained ass. 

"Ten more strokes of the whip for that," said her father, "and then we start 
to punish you." His fingers ran into the crack between her legs and caressed 
the throbbing lips of her pussy. "Ten is right, don't you think?" 

"Oh yes, yes, Daddy, whatever you say, yes!" Kerry shouted. Then she 
screamed as he pushed a finger deep into her cunt, almost raising her entire 
body on his hand. 

"Good," said her father. "Come here, Diane." 

Smiling, his wife let her robe fall away from her body and came over to him. 
Diane had a great body, one she had kept in shape through the years of their 
marriage. Her pussy mound was smaller, but just as dark as Kerry's. She 
threw her robe on the floor, and, in nothing but a pair of red, crotchless 
panties, slid to the floor in front of her husband. She opened the zipper of 
his pants. 

Fawn almost died from shock as her mother pulled his enormous cock out. His 
prick was fully twelve inches long, and Diane could only just get her 
fingers around his cock as she pulled his prick to her and gently licked at 
the rigid tip. 

"You make me come before the ten strokes and it'll be you on the machine 
first," said her husband. 

Diane chuckled and ran her mouth deep onto his thrusting prick. 

"Sure Sam," she said. "I'll give you the first shot on nine, how about 
that?" 

Fawn's father grinned and raised the whip and slashed it into her ass. 

"One," said her father and Diane slid his cock into her throat until it 
almost vanished between her willing lips. 

Outside the door, Fawn almost fainted. Her family was so depraved-she was 
going to have nothing to do with any of them, ever again. 

"Two," said her father and Kerry screamed and her ass rolled in the air as 
more red stripes were added to it. "Three." 

Kerry begged and moaned, but her father raised his hand. Diane held his cock 
deep in her mouth, and her throat muscles worked on his prick as he whipped 
Kerry again. 

"Oh fuck, ohhhh!" screamed Kerry as the whip came down again. 

"Five," said her father, his cock fucking in and out of Diane's hot little 
mouth, the cum boiling in his balls. "Six! Seven!" 

Kerry screamed as the leather whipped into her flesh. Her ass cheeks 
jiggled. 

"Eight!" her father yelled. His cum was shooting out of his balls and 
starting the long run down his cockshaft. 

"Oh, Daaadddyyy, please!" screamed Kerry as the whip lashed into her ass 
again. The force knocked her forward, and she half fell, bracing herself on 
the carpet with her hands. "Oh God." 

"Get up, girl, I haven't finished," snarled her father. 

Fawn watched, her heart pounding so hard she was sure they could hear, as 
she saw white liquid pour out of his huge cock and into her mother's mouth. 
Diane sucked greedily, rubbing the hard prickshaft with her hands. Kerry was 
moaning and trying to get back into position to take the last stroke of the 
whip. 

"Get up, you little whore!" her father shouted as his free hand grabbed at 
Diane's head and forced her harder onto his pouring cock. "If you don't get 
the full ten by the time I've stopped coming, I'll whip your ass until I 
come again." Fawn gasped as she watched Kerry struggle back upright and bend 
at the waist, clutching her ankles once more. Her mother leaned back and 
took spurts of the white stuff from her father's cock all over her lips and 
cheeks. Once more her father, Sam, raised the whip. 

"Ten!" He yelled and slashed Kerry over her ass. 

"Aaaaggghhh!" Kerry yelled. She collapsed in a sobbing heap on the soft rug, 
clutching her agonized ass. 

Sam held his wife's head as she sucked the last of the cum from his cock. 
Then he told her to keep on sucking until he told her to stop. Diane 
murmured gratefully and took his still-throbbing prick into her mouth again 
and softly sucked. 

"Get up, girl!" Sam snapped. 

Kerry slowly struggled back to her feet again, her cheeks stained with 
tears. 

"Go wash your face off," her father told her, "and then get back in here." 

Still weeping softly, Kerry went into the bathroom. On the carpet her mother 
still sucked at her father's cock, and Fawn could see that his prick was 
almost as hard now as when the white stuff shot out. Fawn wanted to run away 
in disgust. She clutched her stomach in fear and nausea, but something held 
her there. 

Chapter Two 

Fawn was still there when Kerry came back into the room. Her face was washed 
but she was still crying, and her hands tried to comfort her sore ass 
cheeks. She stood near the door of the bathroom and tried not to look at her 
mother who was still sucking on her father's cock. 

"Come here, girl!" Sam snapped. 

"Oh, please, daddy" 

"Get over here if you don't want that ass of yours heated up again." 

Kerry gave a sob and almost rushed over to her father. 

"Kneel," he said. 

Slowly and reluctantly his daughter sank to the floor beside her mother. She 
knew what she was going to have to do, but she still couldn't look at him. 

Fawn was weeping now. She just couldn't believe the evil things that were 
going on in the room. She could hardly believe it as her mother got to her 
feet and waited with her husband as Kerry slowly reached out and took her 
father's cock in her trembling hands. The two adults waited while Kerry 
sobbed and held onto the huge cock, slowly bringing the prick closer to her 
young ripe lips. 

Outside the door, Fawn thought she was going to throw up. Her stomach turned 
as Kerry pleaded with her relentless parents. 

"P . . . pl . . . please, pl-" She was cut off as Diane took her brutally by 
the hair and pulled her head back. 

"Do as you're told!" her mother snapped and flung her back until her mouth 
was only inches from the horrible prick she had to suck. 

Kerry gave in. She took her father's cock in her fingers and began to work 
the skin of his prick up and down, slowly rubbing. Kerry lowered her head 
with another sob and let the tip of her dad's cock run into her red lips. 

"Lick it," said her father. 

Kerry let her little tongue run over the hard prickhead. Softly she let his 
cock sink deeper between her young lips, her fingers working on the 
prickshaft all the time. 

"Now suck it like you sucked those boys' cocks," said her father. "Make it 
feel good for me you little whore, 'cause if it goes soft I don't want to 
think of the trouble you'll be in." 

Fawn, too, sank to her knees as she watched her sister pull her father's 
cock deep into her mouth and start a soft sucking action. It was horrible, 
almost too horrible for Fawn to think about. 

Fawn watched her father take Kerry by the hair and force her mouth farther 
onto his prick, talking to her all the time about how she was a little slut 
and he was going to teach her not do all those whore things with those boys. 
Kerry had stopped crying, or perhaps her mouth was stuffed too full to let 
any of her cries get out. She stayed where she was, sucking as she was told 
to do. 

Meanwhile, Diane had gone over to the machine and had pulled the sides apart 
so that the metal frame balanced the center like four legs, leaving the tall 
metal tubing accessible from either side. She took the leather thongs 
hanging from the tops and tested them, then doing the same with the bindings 
around the padded stools at the bottom. Then she turned a wheel and checked 
that the central piece ran up and down as she wanted it to. 

Kerry couldn't see what her mother was doing, but a sob escaped her lips as 
she heard the creak of the wheel. 

"All done," said her mother brightly. 

Fawn peered around the door like a terrified animal as her mother went back 
to Sam as he stood there, his cock fucking in and out of Kerry's mouth, his 
prick as hard as ever. 

"I'm sure she can take it deeper than that," said Diane and she came up 
behind Kerry and took her by the hair again, but with hands this time. 

Kerry's moans and screams could be heard even with the terrible cockshaft 
blocking her throat. Diane leaned in on her daughter's head, her hands in 
Kerry's hair forcing the cock deeper and deeper into her mouth until she was 
gagging. Kerry's body convulsed as the shaft of cockmeat blocked her air, 
but still her mother forced the prick deeper until the young girl had 
swallowed the cock right to the balls. She held Kerry there for several 
seconds before she pulled her back and tossed her back to the floor. 

"There," said Diane, "I told you she could do it. You just have to be firm 
enough with her, my dear." 

Fawn wept silently as she watched her sister gasping for breath and gagging 
on the floor. Then her parents brutally picked Kerry up and carried her to 
the machine. She was lifted onto the padded benches and forced to kneel. 
Then the bindings were wrapped around her calves and the backs of her knees, 
so that her legs were pinned helplessly apart. The great plastic cock rubbed 
along the front of her pussy mound, and Kerry started weeping and sobbing at 
full force again. 

They put the leather thongs around her wrists and pulled them brutally 
tight. Then the ropes attached to the thongs were flung over the tops of the 
pipes. Her father hauled them in until Kerry's arms were stretched right to 
the highest pipe. Her whole body strained, pulled as if on a rack between 
her bound legs and tied wrists. She moaned and wept as her mother leaned on 
the ropes to keep them tight and her father bound them to either side of the 
main frame. Kerry was held utterly helpless. 

The sight terrified Fawn, but obviously turned her father on. His cock 
seemed to grow another three inches as he came around and looked at his 
bound daughter. Her arms, stretched so high, had drawn her tits up so that 
they stood out from her chest, the trembling mounds of tit flesh totally 
open to him. All Kerry wore now were her soft boots and the stockings, and 
they seemed to accentuate her open legs and the waiting dildo between them. 

Sam was in no hurry. He reached out and ran his hands over Kerry's flesh, 
taking her nipples in his fingers and softly rubbing them. Kerry screamed 
and twisted on the ropes. Her father pinched her thrusting nipples had and 
held on as her screams sank to moans and she wept helplessly again. 

"Put the cock in her," said Sam. 

Diane came up, even as Sam kept the terrible pressure on Kerry's tits. Diane 
took the dildo and forced it down and along the crack of Kerry's little 
cunt. Kerry gave a final yell and almost collapsed on the ropes as the tip 
of the dildo sank past her cunt lips. 

"That's better," said her father. He let go of Kerry's tits and stepped 
back. "Yes, very nice. I think you'd better gag her, my dear." 

Diane rammed several gag balls into her mouth and held them in with a thick 
piece of fabric tied around her daughter's head. Kerry thrashed in helpless 
agony as she saw her father grab an even heavier whip than he had used on 
her ass. 

Outside the door, Fawn saw her sister's wide eyes as she stared at the whip. 
The thongs were thicker and more tightly knotted and looked as if they would 
cut deeply into Kerry's soft flesh. 

Sam stood in front of his daughter as she tried to scream through the gag 
and nothing came out. He swung the whip and looked into her staring eyes. 

"Well, my little whore, now you get what was coming to you," he said, and 
his cock leaped. "Let those boys fuck you in the tits, did you?" 

Kerry tried to scream, and she wrenched in futile struggles at the leather 
bindings, but all it achieved was to force the dildo up higher into her 
cunt. Her father slowly pulled his arm back. Her mother went over to an easy 
chair where she spread her legs and put them up on the arms as she watched 
the horrible scene. Her fingers went down to her cunt and slowly rubbed her 
hot clit. 

Sam threw the whip hard across his daughter's heaving tits. Kerry couldn't 
make a sound, of course, but her body went berserk on the ropes and red 
lines appeared all over her soft flesh. She seemed even more helpless as the 
bindings forced her tits out to meet the whip. 

Fear kept Fawn where she was and also stopped her from running in to try and 
make her father give up. She knew what he would do if he knew she had been 
watching, and the sight of that whip thrashing into Kerry's helpless tits 
was more than enough to hold her there, anyway. 

Sam whipped Kerry's tits until the red lines vanished into one overall 
crimson mass. Kerry's nipples stood out, taking the brunt of each assault. 
As each stroke cut at her tits, her mouth widened and her eyes stared, but 
still no sound could escape the gag balls. 

Diane spread her legs even wider and her fingers played with her pussy. Her 
eyes never left the sight of her daughter's tits. Suddenly Diane got up from 
the chair and went over to the machine. Sam didn't stop his methodical 
beating for an instant as his wife went to the handle and raised Kerry's 
body. 

Then she went to another handle and Kerry strained and heaved, trying to get 
her body higher and away from the dildo that thrust deep into her with each 
cut of the leather whip. But again it was useless. Now Diane waited as Sam 
pulled the whip back over his head. Then, as the whip swept in and cut into 
Kerry's tits, Diane turned the handle and the padded benches opened wider. 
Kerry rolled as her thighs were pulled apart and the dildo was forced even 
deeper into her young cunt. 

"This'll teach you to let boys fuck you," said Diane and turned the handle 
again at the next stroke. 

Kerry's thighs were forced open farther. As Sam thrashed her tits, Diane 
turned the handle and Kerry was forced deeper and deeper onto the impaling 
dildo. 

Fawn didn't know how anybody could take such punishment and she sobbed in 
sympathy with her sister and watched as the dreadful beating went on. Fawn 
watched her sister throwing her body at the whip as it came for her, watched 
her twist and ram her cunt down onto the dildo, watched her wrench harder. 
Kerry's head was thrown back. Her body rose and fell. 

She suddenly went rigid for three strokes of the whip, then collapsed on the 
ropes, her head rolling forward, her body limp. 

Sam stopped whipping her. He threw the whip aside. They lowered Kerry onto 
the floor, and Diane took the gag balls out of her mouth. Kerry moaned 
softly, but it wasn't like the moans and screams she had given out earlier. 
Diane got her a drink of water, and Kerry drank it eagerly and fell back on 
the carpet. Fawn thought that had to be the end of the evening, but she had 
forgotten about her father's still-rigid cock. He gave Kerry a few minutes 
to recover. Then he stood over her on the floor. 

"Time you said thank you to your mother, little girl," he said. 

Kerry didn't even protest. "Yes, daddy." 

Kerry got to her hands and knees and crawled over to where Diane lay back in 
the chair, her legs open, her little pussy waiting. Kerry sank straight 
between her mother's legs and her mouth softly ran up and down the inside of 
Diane's thighs. Then she kissed her mother's open pussy lips. 

Sam came up behind his daughter's still-red ass. He pulled her to her feet 
so she was bent almost as far as she had been when she got her first 
whipping. Fawn saw him take her sister's slim hips in his hands and guide 
the rock-hard mass of his cock to her delicate pussy entrance. She screamed 
once before her little mouth went back to her mother's cunt and sucked. Sam 
almost lifted her body off her legs with each thrust of his fucking cock. 

It didn't take either of Fawn's parents long before they were groaning in 
ecstasy. They had been so aroused by the punishment they had given their 
daughter that nothing could stop them. Diane threw her head back and forced 
Kerry harder onto her cunt as she rolled in the chair. 

Meanwhile, Sam was about to unload his second load of cum. He held Kerry's 
hips even tighter and pulled her right off her feet until she hung on his 
cock as his spunk jetted into her cunt. 

The two of them used and abused Kerry until they were both spent, and the 
young girl held onto the chair, her tits heaving as she tried to get her 
breath back. Fawn saw her father pull his still-hard cock out of his 
daughter's cunt and walk to her head between his wife's thighs. 

"Clean it off," he said to Kerry. 

As the obedient little slave took his cockmeat into her mouth and licked 
away the drops of cum that still clung there, Fawn rushed away, into the 
other bathroom and threw up very violently for what seemed to her like 
hours. Then, terrified and weak, she crept back to bed and lay there in the 
dark, trying to think of what to do. 

She heard Kerry leave her parents' bedroom, creep along the passage to the 
bathroom and take a shower. Then Kerry went into her own room. Through the 
thin partition between their rooms, Fawn had expected to hear weeping. But 
there was absolute silence, and Fawn couldn't understand. 

Fawn lay awake all night and, in the morning, was amazed to find that Kerry 
was her usual cheerful self and acting as if nothing had happened, through 
she wore a high-necked blouse to conceal her still-red tits. Fawn thought 
desperately about what she had seen for days, but couldn't come to a 
conclusion. Finally she decided that all of them were against her, doing 
things like and never letting her know what perverts they were. 

So the only thing left to do was to run away from home. 

Chapter Three 

Nobody had ever explained to Fawn the dangers of hitchhiking, so she thought 
nothing of it when a man in a big car stopped and offered her a ride. She 
had been walking a very long time, having left her home even before the 
rising of the sun. She eagerly accepted a ride from the man, whose name, he 
told her, was Jeff. 

Fawn tried to start a conversation with Jeff, to pass the time, but the man 
remained silent, staring ahead most of the time. After a while, Fawn 
shrugged and gave up. 

She thought nothing was amiss until the man turned off the main road, 
heading down an isolated path. Finally the man stopped the car and turned to 
Fawn. 

"Little girl like you shouldn't be hitch-hiking," Jeff said. "Never know 
what might happen." 

"I think I better get out," Fawn said. 

"No, stay where you are," he said, and he restrained her with his hand on 
her knee. 

Fawn struggled, but Jeff was too strong for her. There was nothing she could 
do as he pulled her shorts down, tearing them. He ripped her shirt up, 
exposing her tits. 

He pulled his pants down and pushed the front of his underwear down just 
enough to get his cock out. He turned her slightly, shoved her legs apart, 
and fucked his prick into her tight young cunt. She screamed at the violent 
entry. 

Jeff slapped her face as he fucked her. Her tears flew with each savage 
slap. And then the rapist was shooting his spunk into her bloody pussy. 

The man threw her out of the car shortly after that and sped away in a cloud 
of dust. Fawn picked herself off the ground, then picked up her few 
possessions, which had also been thrown out, and began to walk. 

She tried to check in at a motel, but the clerk became suspicious and called 
the police. They found out who she was and sent her home. She was too 
terrified to tell them why she could not go home. In the end, she had no 
other choice but to return to her parents. 

She had expected to go through the same torture Kerry had had to endure. She 
didn't understand that her father already had the slave he wanted, and, 
besides, he knew Fawn wasn't ready yet. They decided to send her to a school 
away from home. 

So Fawn began to run away from the schools. It went on until now, her 
staring out the window and her father driving her to this new place where 
she would stay until she ran away again. 

Running away this time would be more difficult she realized as the school 
came into view. The school was very isolated, at the end of a long gravel 
road. It didn't look as if there was another house for miles, but she was 
still determined to escape as they pulled up on the wide approach to a brick 
building that once must have been the mansion of somebody very rich indeed. 
It rambled in every direction and even had its own stables. They were 
greeted at the door by two large and well-muscled porters and taken up to 
the headmistress's study. 

"The new girl," said one of them as they ushered Fawn and her father in. A 
tall, severe looking woman looked up from her desk as they came in. 

"Ah," she said, "Mr. Woodley, and this is Fawn. Good." 

Fawn decided that the woman would have been beautiful if she didn't have her 
hair back, tightly held behind her head, and if she wasn't wearing the most 
unflattering dark suit with a long skirt. 

"I'm Miss Randle," she said, still looking Fawn over. "I believe Fawn has a 
history of disobedience." 

"Yes," Sam Woodley said, "she's going to need much stricter discipline than 
she got at any of the other schools." 

"Oh, I can assure you we have the strictest of discipline here," said Miss 
Randle. "Oh, please sit down. Would you like some coffee?" She and Fawn's 
father chatted while Fawn stared moodily out the large windows, ignoring 
what went on in the room. She hardly even noticed when her father got up and 
said goodby to her. She turned her head enough to give him a contemptuous 
stare, and he left without another word. 

"Well," said Miss Randle. "If you would like to go into that room there and 
change into his uniform, we can get started. 

"I'm not putting any fucking uniform on," Fawn spat. 

"Oh come now, let's not get off on the wrong foot on your first day," said 
Miss Randle, a hint of steel in her voice. "Put the uniform on. It is all 
you will wear while you're here, except for games of course, and then I can 
take you to the other girls." 

"Fuck off," said Fawn, turning back to the window. 

"I will give you one last chance since this is your first day," said Miss 
Randle. 

"Fuck off." 

"Right." Miss Randle went to the other side of the window where Fawn could 
see her father driving away. Miss Randle opened the window and called down 
to the two porters. Less than a minute later the two of them were in the 
room looking very menacing indeed. 

"This is Stuart and Frank," said Miss Randle. "The way you are behaving, you 
will see a lot of them. Over my desk." 

Fawn gasped and tried to run, but the two men grabbed her instantly. She 
yelled, but, before she knew what was happening, she was face down over the 
desk. Her arms were held tight while the men leaned on her back. She 
couldn't even struggle. 

"Please let me know when you are ready to put the uniform on," said Miss 
Randle. 

"Fuck you, you shitty bitch!" Fawn yelled. 

She felt the woman flip her short skirt up over her ass until it was exposed 
not only to her, but to the gazes of the two men as well. Futilely Fawn 
tried to kick Miss Randle, but she was held too tightly for that. Then she 
felt the head mistress run her fingers along the sides of her thin panties 
and draw them together until they fitted into the crack of her tight little 
ass. 

Then Fawn heard a swish, and the most terrible pain shot through her body. A 
thin stick had landed square on her ass. Fawn screamed. She jerked on the 
hard desk top, trying to get free. Three more times the pain leapt out from 
her ass and over the rest of her body and each time Fawn swore and 
struggled. 

"Ready to put your uniform on yet?" asked Miss Randle. 

"Fuck off!" Fawn screamed, planning to escape from this place that very 
night. A long walk, but it would be worth it. 

Then she forgot all about escape as the cane landed again and she screamed. 
Now Miss Randle was putting the whole of her arm into the delivery, and pain 
was spreading in continuous waves all over Fawn's helpless body. She 
screamed at each stroke and wept, but the two men still held her and the 
horrible cane added steadily to her agony. 

"Aaahhh, ooogghhh, ohhhhh, shiiittttt, ohhhh," Fawn moaned as the strokes 
went on. 

"Ready to put the uniform on?" Miss Randle asked. 

"All right, I'll put the fucking uniform aaaaggghhhhh!" 

"Pardon?" asked Miss Randle. 

"I'll put the damn uniform on. Aaaggghh, shit what did I do?" Fawn asked as 
the cane landed again. 

"Let me explain something to you," said Miss Randle, giving the young girl 
another hard thrash with the cane. "You get a beating for every swear word 
we hear from you." She whipped the cane across Fawn's ass so hard the girl 
screamed again and almost passed out. "And you call me Miss Randle, every 
time. And it's `yes, Miss Randle,' or `no, Miss Randle,' whichever way I 
want it. Do you understand?" 

"Yes," said Fawn. The cane landed yet again. "Yes, Miss Randle!" 

"Good, now let us start again, shall we? Are you ready to put that uniform 
on?" 

"Yes, Miss Randle." 

"Good. You will now go into the other room with Stuart and Frank here 
because you obviously need watching. They will bring you back in here when 
you are ready." 

The thought of having to undress in front of the two men almost made Fawn 
rebel again, but her ass was too sore and her spirit was broken for the 
moment. She was going to get out of this place whatever it took. Her arm 
were released and she stood up slowly. Miss Randle handed her a pile of 
clothes, and the two men took her into the room next door. 

Inside, there was a table, nothing else nowhere for Fawn to hide. The two 
men stood there, watching her, and she could see the hug lumps in their 
pants. 

Trying to keep the men from seeing her body as much as possible, she slipped 
her blouse off and put it on the table beside the school uniform. Then, 
under their fixed gazes, she undid her short skirt and let that fall. Now 
all she had on were her bra, panties, stockings and shoes. She reached for 
the pile of clothes. 

"Everything!" snapped Frank. 

Fawn gasped with fear. She was going to be utterly humiliated. "No," she 
said. 

"Very well," said Frank. 

Fawn watched in horror as he unclipped his belt and began to slide it out of 
the top of his pants. "All right, all right, I'll do it, I'll do it, Frank, 
honest I will." She blanched as he showed no sign of slowing the dreadful 
slide of his belt away from his pants. "Please, Frank, I'll do it, whatever 
you say, honest, honest." She sighed with relief as he slowly slid the belt 
back around his waist. 

Almost reeling with fear, Fawn unclipped her bra and let it fall away. She 
almost broke into tears again as she saw the two men leering at her naked 
tits. There was no way out. She took off her shoes. She unclipped her 
stockings, ran them down and off her wonderful legs, then unclipped the 
garter belt and let that fall as well. Now she were only her tiny briefs 
which had been no use at all against the cane. Struggling with her 
conscience every inch of the way, Fawn drew the panties down her legs and 
stepped out of them, standing in front of the two men. Their hard cocks were 
clearly outlined against the fronts of their pants. 

"Spread your legs!" Stuart snapped. 

With a low moan, Fawn did as she was told. Both of them walked around her 
and examined her luscious young body with great care. Neither of them 
touched her, which vastly relieved Fawn. 

Fawn got another shock. The school uniform was clearly designed to show off 
every curve o her body to the best advantage-a pair of thin, transparent 
briefs which hugged the curves o her ass and clearly showed her pussy hair; 
tight, quarter cup, uplift bra, which thrust h tits high and gave her a deep 
cleavage and still showed the men her nipples, which added hardly anything 
at all as it was as low cut as the bra at the top; black mesh stockings; a 
black frilly suspender belt; high-heeled back pumps; and one-piece black 
dress that fitted her like a second skin. A single flick of her body and the 
men would see right up to her pussy and ass cheeks again. 

"Mmmnnn," murmured Frank. "Pull it straight." 

Desperate to comply, Fawn pulled the dress down until there was hardly a 
wrinkle showing. Then she had to straighten the seams of the stockings. 

"Stand up," Stuart said. "Now walk around. Good. Lift the skirt and bend 
over the table. Now. Good. Quite a sight, eh, Frank?" 

"Yeah," said Frank. "Stand up. Turn to face us. Yeah. Spread your legs 
again. Yeah. Now slide the skirt up just a bit. Wanna look at that pussy of 
yours, blonde too, all fits, huh?" "Good," said Stuart. "Now, into the other 
room." 

Chapter Four 

Miss Randle was waiting for them. "That's much better," she said. "The rest 
of the clothes you will need will be in the dormitory, Fawn. Now, come with 
me and we will take you to your class." 

With the bulky figures of Stuart and Frank a few paces behind, Miss Randle 
led Fawn along endless corridors. They went up a set of stairs and Miss 
Randle knocked on a large wooden door. Miss Randle opened the door and 
almost had to push Fawn in. Stuart and Frank stayed outside, and Fawn was 
grateful about that. 

Inside the room were ten girls, all at separate desks and all dressed in the 
same revealing school uniform. There were several unoccupied desks as well. 
Miss Randle pointed to one of them, and Fawn scurried over and sat down. On 
the raised podium stood a harsh-looking woman, brunette, hair just to her 
shoulders and dressed all in black. 

"This is Fawn, the new girl," said Miss Randle. "This is Miss Jones, your 
teacher for today. I hope for your sake she has none of the trouble with you 
that I had." 

"Yes, Miss Randle," Fawn whispered. Her ass ached on the hard bench from the 
whipping. She glanced around at the other girls. Some of them met her gaze, 
but most looked away, seeming to be frightened themselves. 

"Good," said Miss Randle and swept out of the room. 

Miss Jones ignored Fawn and went on naming the pages of the mathematics 
books the class had to do by the next day. Having no books in front of her, 
Fawn just sat there, feeling so desperate and lonely she almost broke into 
tears again. That night, that very night, she was going to run away. She 
wasn't going to take any more of his punishment. 

"And here are the results of the test last week. Hand them out, Janet," Miss 
Jones said. 

A girl near the front, with long brunette hair, a short shapely body and 
long legs, got up. Her dress seemed even shorter than the one Fawn had on. 
It came well above her stocking tops and, with each movement, swayed to show 
her ass cheeks and tiny briefs. Janet had an arrogant air about her as she 
walked around, giving out the test papers and watching as the girls studied 
them with evident fear. When she had given out the last one. Janet walked 
slowly to the teacher's podium and sat down on a chair there, looking out 
over the other girls and smiling as she crossed her legs. 

"Well now," said Miss Jones. "Some of you didn't do well at all on the test, 
did you?" She smiled nastily and several of the girls almost whimpered. Miss 
Jones came to the front of her podium and leaned back on her desk. She was 
smiling and running a rod about two feet long through her fingers. "One of 
you, however, did very badly indeed." 

The girls looked helplessly around, trying to see who that girl might be. 

"Do you think it was you, Jenny?" Miss Jones asked. 

Jenny gasped and her voice trembled. "I ... I don't know, Miss Jones." 

"You perhaps, Kathy?" The rod slapped into Miss Jones' hand. 

"I don't know, Miss Jones." 

"No, it was the inevitable one-Gay," said Miss Jones, swinging around to 
face a small pretty girl with blonde hair who screamed and buried her face 
in her hands. "Come up here, Gay." 

"Oh, no, please, Miss Jones," Gay sobbed. "Please!" 

"Get up here, girl!" Miss Jones snapped. "Unless you want things to be 
really painful for you." 

Shaking with fear, Gay got slowly out of her seat. As Gay stood up, Fawn 
could see her better and she noticed the girl's small firm tits sticking out 
of the low neck of her uniform. Gay stepped onto the podium. 

"You got less than five percent," Miss Jones said, "didn't you?" 

"Y .. yes." 

"Bend over my desk." 

"Please don't, Miss" 

"Over." 

Gay sobbed, but she did as she was told, bending over the dark wooden 
surface of the teacher's desk. Her fingers reached out and grasped the far 
side, holding onto the edge, where the top overlapped, as if for dear life. 

"Spread your legs." Miss Jones went up behind her and lifted her short skirt 
until it was around the girl's waist. 

Fawn looked around the room. All the girls were concentrating on the scene 
at the front of the class. There was an air of expectancy in the room. Fawn 
tore her gaze away and looked to Janet, who was sitting in her chair and 
looking straight into Gay's agonized eyes. The young girl clutched the 
tabletop and her whole body was bracing itself. 

Behind her, Miss Jones examined her ass. "Somebody whipped your ass for you 
yesterday." 

"Yes, Miss Jones." 

"Well, who was it?" Miss Jones snapped impatiently. 

"Miss Menson, Miss Jones. I was late for gymnasium, I had to go" 

"I see. Well, we don't want too much of a good thing, do we?" Miss Jones 
took a step back and considered for a moment. "Stand up!" 

Gay shot back to her feet. 

"Stand against the wall," Miss Jones said, "facing out." 

Miss Jones reached out and in one movement pulled the low top of Gay's dress 
away from her tits and lashed across them with the rod. 

Gay screamed, and Fawn looked away as the red lines spread instantly across 
the soft flesh. Gay was not fast enough to stop another two strokes with the 
savage rod. She screamed again and tried to pull away, but Miss Jones had 
the front of her dress and held her by it. 

"Now," said the teacher. "I'm quite prepared to teach you several lessons in 
one, and don't try to get away. You know what will happen if you tear the 
dress. Now, get against that wall." She released Gay and the terrified girl 
backed up instantly to the wall, where she stood with her back to it, her 
whole body shaking. "Get your hips out." 

Gay slowly put one foot away from the wall and then the other until she was 
braced against it by her shoulders alone. Her back bowed out until her ass 
was right over her feet. 

"Now open your legs," said Miss Jones. 

Fawn looked at Gay and shuddered. She could now imagine something of what 
was coming next, but she couldn't imagine how Gay could keep that position. 
Her back had to be pained, and her legs had to hurt even worse. Not only 
were they bent out from the wall at a steep angle, but they were also spread 
wide. All Gay's weight was on her shoulders, pushing against the hard 
plaster wall. 

"Lift your dress. To your waist," Miss Jones said menacingly. 

Gay's hands, trembling so hard she could hardly control them, reached down 
and took the hem of her short skirt. Gay raised the skirt until the whole of 
her panties were in view, revealing the blonde pussy mound beneath. She 
closed her eyes and bit her lip. 

Miss Jones ran the tip of the rod over the thin material and into the crack 
of Gay's pussy. "Your stepmother warned us how stubborn you are," said Miss 
Jones softly. "We are going to teach you to behave properly however long it 
takes. Aren't we?" 

"Y . . . yes, Miss Jones." 

"That's better." Miss Jones took the rod away and walked closer to the 
helpless girl. She ran a finger down over Gay's panties. "You little slut," 
she said. "Getting damp are we? Well, we shall have to teach you not to do 
that, shan't we?" 

Miss Jones drew back, lined the rod up and whipped it viciously upward into 
Gay's wide-open cunt. Gay screamed and sobbed, her body shook and she almost 
lost her position on the wall. The second blow stung into the top of Gay's 
thigh. Gay wept. Her body shook with each blow. 

Miss Jones placed each blow with precision. She whipped Gay across her cunt 
and upper thighs, changing each time so the girl never knew exactly where 
the rod would fall. Gay's screams became almost continuous as the rod beat 
into her. The red-colored flesh spread down her legs as the teacher whipped 
her down to the tops of her stockings. But most of the blows landed on Gay's 
little pussy. For each blow on her thighs, there were six or seven on her 
cunt. Gay's hands twitched and her body rolled helplessly on the wall. 

Fawn tore her eyes away from the sight and looked at the other girls in the 
room. She got another terrible shock. All of them were watching the beating 
with wide eyes, and at least half of them had their own legs open. Their 
hands were inside their panties and they were finger-fucking themselves as 
they watched Gay get whipped. Fawn couldn't believe it. 

Fawn decided she would take Gay with her when she ran away that night. The 
two of them would escape and make a new life, just the two of them, in some 
city a long way away. Poor Gay, up there against the wall, her pussy being 
beaten unmercifully, her screams echoing around the room. It was awful. 

Fawn realized she had her own legs tightly held together, in sympathy with 
Gay. But a nasty feeling, one she shouldn't have felt, was rising from her 
cunt. 

Janet casually got up from her chair and picked up a thin cane from the 
desk. Fawn watched in new horror as the arrogant girl walked over to where 
Miss Jones was still thrashing the rod into Gay's red and throbbing cunt. 

"Ohhh, aaagghhhh, ohhhh!" Gay screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her 
body contorted now, almost throwing itself off the wall at each pounding 
stroke of the rod. 

Fawn saw Janet reach in and pull the top of Gay's dress right away from her 
tits, so only the tiny uplift bra protected them. The red lines given Gay's 
tits by the rod were still clearly visible. The twin tit mounds heaved up 
and down as Miss Jones continued her thrashing. Janet pulled Gay's tits up 
and out of her bra, pulling it down until it barely supported them at all. 

Janet lined the thin cane up so it ran right across Gay's nipples. She held 
it there, waiting. Miss Jones doubled her whipping of Gay's cunt. The rod 
flashed upward, and Gay's body twitched and turned and her fingers pulled 
and tore at the hem of her dress. She kept holding it up as she was told to. 
Miss Jones stopped whipping her thighs and concentrated closely on her 
pussy. The rod slashed in. Gay screamed. Then, as the next stroke from Miss 
Jones swept upward, Janet pulled the thin cane back and lashed Gay right 
across her nipples. 

Gay leaped off the wall and bounced back. Her scream tore through the room. 
Fawn glanced at the girl next to her. The girl was leaning back in her seat, 
her eyes glazed as her fingers worked feverishly on her little cunt. Under 
her panties they dug deep into her pussy hole, and her other hand rubbed her 
clit for all she was worth. 

Three more times Janet slashed the cane in at the same moments Miss Jones 
whipped Gay's pussy. 

Gay's head was thrown back. Her shoulders no longer took any of the weight 
of her body. Janet cut her right across the nipples. By the second stroke, 
they stood out a darker red than the mass of painful flesh. 

At the fourth twin blows, Gay gave one last scream and fell to the floor, 
her body contorting, her hands running over her tits and pussy where she had 
been so cruelly beaten. She was gasping and moaning, and her body rolled as 
she pulled and rubbed. Slowly, as Miss Jones and Janet stood by watching, 
the moans sub- sided and Gay lay still against the wall, her breathing 
ragged, tears staining her face. 

"So let that be your lesson for today," said Miss Jones. "You may go and 
clean up, and put your dress in order. But don't be long, we have the weekly 
test today." 

"Yes, Miss Jones," said Gay and scrambled to her feet as fast as she could. 
She ran out of the classroom. 

Fawn looked around her. The other girls in the class had taken their hands 
out of their panties and had their dresses back down their legs as far as 
they would go. They sat, waiting. 

"Give out the tests, Janet," said Miss Jones. 

Janet dropped a test paper on Fawn's desk and kept walking. There were 
history questions on the paper, and Fawn hadn't the faintest idea what they 
were about. 

"Please, Miss Jones," she said, her stomach turning in knots even as she 
raised her hand. 

"Yes?" said Miss Jones, turning away from a book she was reading. 

"Please, I haven't studied th-this part of his-history," Fawn stuttered. 

"Then you won't get very good marks, will you?" said Miss Jones. "At least, 
not on the test." 

Fawn burst into tears as she realized how trapped she was. Tonight she was 
going to escape. 

Chapter Five 

The rest of the day was an ordeal for Fawn. Fawn made several attempts to 
talk to Gay, but it was always impossible. Even at mealtimes, Fawn had to 
sit where she was told, and Gay was several tables away. On top of that, 
there was a strict no-talking rule, and only the privileged girls, like 
Janet, could break it. 

The food was actually very good, better than at any school Fawn had ever 
attended. If she had been hungry she would have enjoyed it. 

There were just over a hundred girls in the school. 

Finally all the girls were sent to their dormitories, and Fawn was sure she 
would get a chance to speak to Gay. She needed her-Gay would know the ways 
out of the place, and that would save Fawn a lot of time. 

Under the eagle eye of Miss Jones, all the girls had to strip and take a 
shower. Then they had to get into the tiny nighties provided and stand in 
line as Miss Jones inspected them all. 

"Very well," she said at length, "take over, Janet." 

A giggle ran around the room, and Fawn tried to run over to Gay, but she was 
stopped instantly. Three of the girls had her by her arms, and a circle was 
rapidly forming. 

"So this is the new girl, is it?" somebody asked. 

Fawn realized the lights were still on. Miss Jones hadn't switched them off, 
like teachers were supposed to do. She cringed in the grasp of the three 
girls, none of whom she had seen before she had come into the dormitory. 
There were about twenty-five of them there in all, and Fawn couldn't see a 
friendly face in any of them. 

"Nice body," said someone else and hands ran over Fawn's ass. 

"Stop it," she pleaded, "stop it, please." "Oh, but you're going to have so 
much fun tonight," said another voice. "It's initiation night." 

Fawn burst into tears again. Her proud face and pouting lips collapsed as 
she hung in the girls' hands and begged for mercy. The girls laughed at her, 
and hands reached for her nightie and pulled it away from her tits. She 
found herself lifted up by several more of the girls and carried over to one 
of the beds. 

She found herself flung on her back on the bed, and hands held her arms out, 
pinning her down. Then several of the girls started to pull her legs apart. 
She screamed as loud as she could. A vicious slap across the face stung her 
into silence. Above her, stood Janet, looking at her calmly. 

"Now, if we get any more stuff like that we're going to whip the shit out of 
you," Janet said. "Nobody's going to save you. I just don't like noise, and 
you shut your fucking mouth." 

The hands were on Fawn's legs again, pulling them open until she was spread- 
eagled. The Janet went down and ran her fingers over Fawn's blonde pussy. 
Janet slid her fingers into Fawn's cunt, and Fawn stifled a cry as the pain 
from her dry passage and the friction of Janet's hands went through her. 

"Well, how about that, girls?" said Janet. "She has been fucked. When did 
you lose that, honey?" 

"I was raped," Fawn said, sure she would get some sympathy from them over 
that. "In the back of a car, when I ran away from home." 

"Well, how about that?" said Janet. The girls around Fawn all laughed. 

"Take that off her," Janet instructed and the girls parted to let her out. 

They tore the nightie from Fawn, leaving her totally naked. Then they hauled 
her to her feet and shoved her back into the room. In front of her, the 
circle parted. Fawn saw the bench that stood there and she stifled another 
sob. She saw a low bench, but the legs could obviously extend like those of 
a gymnasium horse. Indeed it was like a gymnasium horse, except that it was 
thinner and the padded leather covering the surface was black. But there, in 
the middle, was an immense dildo, like the one her father had struck up her 
sister Kerry. 

Fawn didn't have to be told what was going to happen. She looked around the 
circle. All the girls were waiting in anticipation, every one of them, and 
then Fawn caught sight of Gay. Gay looked as delighted at the prospect of 
torturing Fawn as the rest of the girls did. There was nobody in the world 
who was going to save her. Fawn's shoulders shook as she stared at the 
bench. 

"Why don't you go and sit down?" said Janet with a dangerous smile. "On that 
nice bench over there." 

For the first time, Fawn noticed the whip she was carrying. It was longer 
than the rod Miss Jones had beaten Gay with, and was made of woven leather, 
about four feet long, and she didn't have to be told how much it would hurt. 
Putting that dreadful big thing up her would be easier than getting another 
beating, Fawn decided, so she walked slowly over to the bench. 

Fawn put one of her long legs over the bench. The huge cock hovered near her 
pussy, and she could see that it was on a spring, just like the one her 
father had used. 

"Now put that up your pussy," said Janet. She stood at the top of the bench, 
the whip in her hand, while the rest of the girls gathered round to get as 
close a look as they could. 

Her body shaking, Fawn took the cock and put it at the mouth of her cunt. 
The thought of it going up into her body revolted her, and another sob 
escaped her lips. 

Fawn tried to work the huge dildo into her cunt. But it was difficult. Her 
passage was as dry as a bone from her fear, and the cock was far bigger than 
anything that had gone in there before. Pain shot out from the contact as 
the cockhead forced its way inside her. 

"Sit down," Janet commanded. 

Fawn forced the dildo in another fraction of an inch, but the pain was too 
much and she gave up. 

Four girls grabbed Fawn's tits instantly. Then another girl was behind her, 
pushing at her back while the first four girls pulled her arms behind her. 
Fawn stood there, with the dildo just inside her pussy, her arms held 
tightly back and her tits shoved out farther than normal. 

Janet walked round so that she was on Fawn's right hand side. Softly she 
laid the whip across the jutting tits. "Sit down." 

Fawn looked around. Already, girls were reaching to caress their pussies. 
And, most disgusting of all, one of the senior girls was sitting on one of 
the beds, her legs spread, while another girl, her tits just forming, ran 
her tongue over the older girl's hot clit. It was all so sick. Fawn sobbed 
and tried again to force the rock hard cock into her pussy. 

She saw Janet take the whip back. She saw it come down, directly at her 
tits. She saw it hit directly across her upturned nipples, watched it dig 
deep into her flesh, then pull away as her tits bounced with the pressure 
and red marks formed across them. 

Agonizing barbs of pain shot through her tits and into her body. She heard 
her scream and felt her body jerk. New pain shot up from her cunt as the 
cock forced its way deeper into her pussy. The whip was coming in again. It 
hit just below the first line, shoving her tits viciously upward with the 
force of the blow. The red stain of pain spread over her flesh. Her nipples 
stood out, hard as if aroused by the tenderest of caresses. Another vicious 
slash landed just above them, forcing her tits down this time. Her whole 
body wrenched and heaved, and the dildo sank another inch into her pussy. 

But there was still a lot of dildo to go before she would be sitting on the 
bench. Fawn saw the whip go back again, then flash in on her tits, now red 
and painful all over. As her body jerked and the cock rammed deeper into her 
pussy, Fawn found that it was somewhat easier. In desperation her pussy was 
lubricating, allowing the monster dildo to sink into her. Her legs spread 
and, as pain from the whip went through her again, she dropped farther, 
allowing the dildo's head to go almost to the top of her cunt. Another slash 
across her tits and she almost slumped all the way down. At last, she was 
sitting on the bench, the great big cock inside her cunt. 

A murmur went around the circle as Janet held her hand and put the whip 
down. "You take a fucking lot of persuading," she said. "It's gonna be a 
painful night for you if you go on like this. Okay, fix her up and one of 
you get the boys. I'm sure they can't wait for this." 

Fawn almost stopped crying she was so scared again. On the bed, the senior 
girl was still getting her pussy sucked, and other girls were openly rubbing 
their pussies as they watched. With each movement of her body, Fawn felt the 
cock rubbing the walls of her cunt, sending more pain into her body. She 
tried to keep still, but the girls were moving the front of the bench. Each 
push and pull of the bench sent new waves of pain through Fawn's body. 

Then she felt her ankles being taken and locked firmly into clasps that came 
out from the legs on the floor. Her hands were taken and cuffs put on them 
behind her neck. Now she was entirely helpless, held on the bench, open to 
whatever the might want to do to her. 

Suddenly Fawn felt the bench rising between her legs. One of the girls was 
cranking it up, forcing the dildo farther up her cunt, while the rising 
bench stretched her legs until they were rigid on either side of the leather 
horse. Fawn moaned as the pressure increased, and, by the time the girl 
stopped, Fawn was painfully straddled on the horse, her legs unable to move 
an inch. 

"Come in, boys," Janet said. 

Fawn saw five boys. They were all young. They were all naked, and every one 
of them had a hard-on. That wasn't surprising. As the boys lined up in front 
of Fawn, the girls crowded around, and their hands went greedily to the 
boys' cocks, rubbing them and pulling at them. 

"Careful, girls," said Janet. "We don't want to bring them off too soon." 

Reluctantly, the girls let go. The five boys stood looking at the luscious 
young girl tied to the leather horse, her tits red from the beating, her 
legs painfully stretched, her arms behind her. 

"Well, who goes first?" Janet asked brightly. "I do," said one of the boys. 
"I wanna come all over her tits." 

"Fine," said Janet. "Debby, Faith." 

Two of the young girls in the dorm came forward instantly. Giggling, they 
led the boy forward until he was only inches from the bound Fawn. Fawn 
stared as he grinned and ran his fingers over her sore nipples. 

"Yeah," he said. 

Debby and Faith knelt beside him. Smiling, they both reached out and took 
his cock in their hands. He groaned as two wicked little mouths kissed the 
tip and two tongues ran up and down his cockshaft. First one of them and 
then the other sucked his cock into their mouths. The two young girls worked 
the boy up to a fever pitch very quickly. His hands went out and held Fawn 
by the hair, puffing her head down until her face was only just above Debby 
and Faith as they sucked and shared his cock. 

Suddenly Janet slashed the whip across one girl's ass as the girl reached 
for another boy's cock. "Do that again before I tell you and you'll be over 
the bench," she threatened. "Now suck me or get another ten strokes." 

Greedily the two girls sucked the boy's cock, each trying to get his prick 
deeper into her mouth. 

"Oooooohhh yeah," he said. "I'm coming girls now pull out when I say so." 
His hips went wild as he fucked his cock in and out of one little mouth 
while the other kissed and licked the inside of his thigh. "Yeah, now!" 

The little girl sucking him pulled away, while both of them kept their hands 
on his prickshaft. For a second nothing happened, and then, to Faith's utter 
horror, the white stuff shot out, pumped harder by the girl's willing 
fingers. Cum arched through the air, gobs of spunk shooting over a foot to 
splatter into Fawn's tits. She sobbed at the humiliation, but she couldn't 
move. Not only was she helpless on the bench, the boy still had her head in 
his hands. 

Endless spurts of cum shot over Fawn's tits, running down her sore flesh 
while she stared in horror. The boy was yelling in ecstasy as he shot. 

"Don't waste his cum," Janet snapped. 

With giggles of pleasure, the two girls reached in and licked the last of 
his cum as it oozed out of the boy's cock. 

"Right, you two," said Janet when they had cleaned the boy's cock. "You got 
that mess on her tits, you clean it off." 

Again the two girls giggled and turned to Fawn. The girls leaned in and 
started licking the boy's cum off her tits. The girls were laughing and 
sharing the cum, running spunk from mouth to mouth, their hot little tongues 
caressing each other. 

The feel of their mouths on her tits was giving Fawn strange feelings. At 
each lick, the sensations would travel down, to meet the feelings coming up 
from the dildo inside her cunt. Then they took one nipple each and licked 
and sucked, even though they had gotten all the cum by now. Fawn felt 
herself going weak. The pain from her tits and legs was submerging under 
this new feeling as the young girls worked at her. She moaned and shifted as 
far as she could on the cock, her hips thrusting helplessly as the feelings 
grew. 

"That's enough, girls," Janet suddenly said. 

Fawn burst into tears again and tried to move. But all she could do was rock 
back and forward on the bench, and that sent more of the feelings from the 
cock in her pussy. 

Chapter Six 

Another of the boys was brought forward. He was even younger than the first 
one, but his cock was as hard and he stared at the bound girl. "I want her 
mouth," he said. 

"Oh no," Fawn wept. 

Whatever they did to her she wouldn't submit to that. She strained against 
the bonds on her ankles, but the bench and the great big cock just pushed 
harder up into her pussy and she moaned in the total frustration. She nearly 
fainted as the boy was led up to her, his young cock sticking out from his 
fuzzy hair. Two of the girls knelt at his feet and ran their tongues lightly 
up and down his prickshaft and the boy heaved his hips, grabbing for their 
heads. 

"Don't make him come," Janet warned, coming behind Fawn. "Bend forward." 

Fawn closed her eyes and vowed to take anything rather than allow herself to 
let that hideous cock into her mouth. 

"I said bend forward," said Janet. 

Fawn braced herself for the pain. Several of the girls grabbed Fawn by the 
shoulders and bent her down. She struggled and creamed but it was no use. 
Slowly, she was forced to bend at the waist, the huge dildo bending with her 
and rubbing the walls of her pussy. Shots of fire burst from her cunt, 
spread through her body as she yelled and twisted, try-to bite the girls who 
were forcing her lower. Finally, with the dildo burning in her cunt, Fawn 
was bent until her upper body was horizontal, and her face was only inches 
from young boy's cock. The pain in her body was intensified. Not only were 
her ankles still bound and the bench pressing up against her clit, the dildo 
forcing the walls of her cunt apart, but she had no support for her head. 
Her arms were helpless behind her and only the girls holding her prevented 
her from slumping forward into an even more terrible position. 

"Suck that cock," said Janet. 

"No, no, never!" Fawn screamed. 

"Your ass has already been whipped once today, this one will be even worse. 
Suck it." 

"No. I won't, whatever you do to me. I won't." Fawn's voice sobbed and 
broke, but she was determined not to give in. 

"Let me tell you what I'm going to do if you refuse once more," said Janet, 
coming round to Fawn's head. She took a handful of the long blonde hair and 
pulled Fawn up until the two of them could see eye to eye. "If you tell me 
again that you won't suck that cock, I'm going to beat your ass until you 
beg to suck it, then I'm going to beat you while you do suck it and until 
you've sucked every last drop of cum out of it." 

On a table, a boy was fucking another girl while the remaining three boys 
stood waiting their impatience very evident. 

"Come on," said one of them, "I wanna fuck that bitch." 

"And so you shall," said Janet," as long as you like, and anyway you want. 
Just wait. Keep them happy, some of you, but don't let them come, or you'll 
be over the bench while you get them hard again. This is your last chance, 
Fawn." 

"No!" Fawn screamed, summoning all her courage. 

"Hold her," said Janet and walked back behind the crying girl. The whip 
swished through the air. 

Fawn screamed as it cut across her ass cheeks. "No!" she yelled. "No, 
aaaggghhh, no!" 

The girls holding her, bent her down farther, so that her ass was forced 
higher to meet the whip. The pain seared out from her ass, meeting the 
sensations coming from her cunt where each lash of the leather forced her 
pussy harder on- to the dildo. The pain mingled with the feelings from her 
cunt and the hard rubbing her clit was getting from the bench. She sobbed 
and wept, still yelling at each stroke. 

Her screams became continuous. Her body rolled as much as it could on the 
bench, thrusting up and then viciously down as the whip caught her ass. 

"Shit, she's tough," Janet said, strapping the whip into her again. 

"The cunt's gonna come," said one of the girls. 

The whip sang into her flesh again and again. Fawn leapt and struggled 
against the hands holding her. "Ohhhh, ohhhh shit, oh fuck, oh fuck you, oh, 
fuck, fuck, ooohhhh!" 

Her body rolled and struggled, and the most incredible, terrible feeling 
burst out of he stomach and rolled over her as she uttered a last lingering 
scream. She fell forward, almost blacking out as the pain reached its peak 
and crashed through her. 

Janet stopped cracking the whip for a moment. "You ready to suck that cock 
now?" she asked. 

Fawn was confused, semi-conscious, the feelings ebbing in her body. She 
moaned an struggled again. If she refused, there would another of those 
terrible beatings. She scream as the whip landed again and that decided it 
for her. 

"All right, all right, I'll do it!" she sobbed "I'll, aaaagggghh, oh shit, 
oh shit ... " 

"Beg to suck it!" snapped Janet. 

"Oh no, oh, aaaaaggghhh, oh please, please let me suck that cock, please let 
me. Please. 

"That's better," said Janet brightly. "He sure looks hot to me, he's sure to 
come very soon, so you won't have to take too many more stripes on this 
little ass of yours. Now let's get on with it." 

The boy's cock was at Fawn's lips. She moaned and slowly opened her mouth. 
The boy reached forward and took her hair in his hands. The girls let go of 
Fawn's arms. Fawn moaned again as she hung there, supported only by her 
blonde locks in the boy's hands. 

"Lick it," said the boy with a great satisfaction in his voice. 

Desperately Fawn put her tongue out and licked the tip of his hard cock. 

"Mmmmnnn, yes," said the boy, "lick it again." 

Fawn did as she was told. The cock felt strange to her tongue, hard and 
rubbery and slightly salty. 



"Now," said the boy, "let's see how you suck." 

Slowly he forced Fawn's head down, and, for the first time in her life, the 
girl let a man's cock slip past those sultry, pouting lips and into her 
mouth. The stiff young cock ran back until almost the whole of the prick was 
inside. Fawn gave a muffled scream as Janet laid the whip on her ass again. 
But, already, the pain was different, somehow more bearable. Perhaps her ass 
had been whipped so much that day she couldn't feel it as much any more. The 
whip landed again. She groaned and sucked on the cock. 

"Ohhh, yessss," said the boy, and he forced her head lower, fucking his cock 
up into her face. 

His cock was throbbing, and Fawn knew it wouldn't be long before all that 
disgusting white stuff would come pouring out and she would have to let it 
shoot into her mouth. The boy's hands in her hair pulled her head harder up 
an down, and the whipping strokes she was getting came faster as Janet threw 
the whip with all he power into the red and painful ass cheeks. 

Fawn screamed as the cum poured out. Jan gave her a fierce whipping, and 
Fawn held there the pain from the whip and the position she was held in 
sending her, again, almost out of her mind. She didn't know what to do with 
the cum. Spunk pulsed out, filling her mouth with its sticky, salty taste, 
and she let the cum run down, squeezing out of her mouth, down the shooting 
rod and onto the boy's thighs. 

"Suck it down, swallow it!" Janet yelled she delivered another blow to 
Fawn's ass. Fawn couldn't hear her. She just held the cock in her mouth and 
let the boy shoot until he was done. The shots slowed to a dribble, and the 
boy let go of her hair. The girls grabbed her and pulled her upright. 

Through a haze of pain, mingled with a feeling she couldn't describe, Fawn 
looked at the boy as he stood there with a great grin on his face. His cock 
still had slow gobs of cum forming at the tip, oozing out of the slit and 
rocking with the pulse of his gently jumping prick. Cum stuck in his cock 
hair and clung to his upper thighs. 

"Take her off there. I'm giving you a break, girl!" she snapped to Fawn. 
"You lick all that cum off him and you won't get another whipping. Even if 
you do deserve it." 

Fawn moaned with relief as the bonds around her ankles were released and 
they pulled her off the dildo. Then the cuffs on her wrists were taken off 
and she rubbed her terribly cramped arms. 

"Now kneel and clean him off," Janet said. 

"Give her to me first!" yelled the boy who had shot over her tits. He came 
running over, his cock pulsing, clearly about to unload another wad of cum. 
Fawn was forced to her knees and the boy rammed his cock in her mouth and 
grabbed her head hardly a second before he shot. 

"Swallow it," Janet warned. 

Fawn felt the whip caress her ass. She didn't have to be told what would 
happen if she didn't. The cum shot into her cheeks, and she swallowed, 
feeling the sticky goo slide down her throat, almost making her gag. The boy 
was swearing and pumping, holding her head still as he fucked in and out. 
Fawn swallowed and licked. As the last drops eased out of his piss slit, he 
pulled his cock back and watched he lick away. 

"Shit," he said, "this shitty little cunt's learning at last." 

No sooner had the last of his cum gone into Fawn's mouth than the second boy 
was back, his cock limp now, but the cum still hanging in his prick hair and 
clinging to his thighs. 

Fawn moaned again at the degradation she was being put through. But she had 
no choice. She couldn't take another whipping. She bent her head down and 
licked at the hanging white gobs in his cock hair. They were difficult to g 
et out, clinging stubbornly as she licked and suck at them. But they were 
easier to take since she could swallow them at her own pace. Her mouth was 
saturated with the salty, sticky sperm. She moved down to his thighs, 
licking at his flesh. She was unaware of the close circle of girls standing 
around, watching, playing with their pussies as they saw the endless 
humiliation. 

The boy's cock was getting hard. Fawn wondered if they would make her suck 
him off again. She licked at the last of the cum and leaned back, feeling 
utterly exhausted. 

"Let me see," said Janet, turning the boy into the light and giving his cock 
and thighs a careful examination. "Not bad. I should make you get that bit, 
but these guys here are going crazy. Got to get them off first." She ran her 
hand over the second boy's now-stiff prick. "Who wants to get fucked?" 

A chorus of girls cried out to be fucked. "Anyone you want," she said to the 
boy. "Sandy," he said, "on the bed." 

Sandy giggled and fell across the mattress, her legs open, her fingers 
playing with her pussy. The boy leaped on her and fucked his cock into her 
steamy little pussy. With a circle of the other girls around them, each 
demanding to be next, he started fucking Sandy. 

Fawn was picked up and taken over to the table. There they placed her on her 
back, her head was over one end, her pussy at the other. They pulled her 
legs back until they were almost over her head, and spread them until she 
was open and ready. She was too tired to resist. 

The three boys left came over. One of them pulled Fawn's head back, until 
her mouth was level with his cock, then fucked in. In this new position, 
with her mouth and throat in a straight line, Fawn felt the prick slide 
right to the back of her mouth instantly. She moaned and felt him fuck back 
and forth. His cock wasn't long enough to go far down, but Fawn gagged 
anyway. 

"Suck it bitch," he warned. 

In desperate fear of another thrashing, Fawn managed to open her throat 
muscles and let his cock in. He grunted and fucked her mouth fast and hard, 
sliding only a few inches in and out of her throat. 

Then there was another cock at the entrance of her cunt. She couldn't do 
anything but take it. Her pussy muscles could hold his cock much more easily 
than the dildo, so there was no pain, just the thumping of his body as he 
fucked her. 

In her mouth, the cock fucked in to the hilt and out again. The boy's balls 
slapped against her nose and cheeks as he fucked her mouth. 

He, too, was about to come. He yelled and his body leaped as his pent-up 
load was released. This time, nobody cared if Fawn swallowed or not. Cum 
shot down her throat and over her face as the boy yelled and came. She got 
as much of it as she could and then, her face covered in white fuck juice, 
the boy let the last drops fall over her lips and stepped away. 

The last boy leaned his prick into Fawn's mouth. He had waited so long he 
came almost at once. Grunting and moaning, he forced his-cock as deep as it 
would go and let Fawn work on it. As he shot, so did the cock in Fawn's 
cunt. The girls held her tight as the boys let their spunk flow into Fawn's 
body. She sucked most of the cum down and was told to keep sucking as his 
cock went soft. As the boy in her cunt stopped shooting, the girls pulled 
him away and several groups of hungry mouths licked and sucked to get his 
cock hard again. Fawn had taken the first shot from all the boys now, and 
they were free to fuck whoever they wanted. 

That night, most of the girls in the dormitory got fucked. But Fawn wasn't 
left alone at all. She had more than her share of work to do to get the 
cocks hard again after they had shot. Her feeling of rebellion deepened as 
the girls forced her into degradation after degradation. She was held down, 
inches from one boy's cock as he fucked a girl on the table. As he yelled 
and released, he pulled out, and Fawn had to take it all, once more, in her 
mouth. 

The boys always pulled out of whoever they were fucking and shot over Fawn's 
tits, or into her cunt hair, or even over her ass. One of them shot over 
another girl's tits and made Fawn lick it all up. Not only that, several of 
the girls made Fawn lick their pussies as they were fucked, getting a better 
orgasm that way. Fawn did it all, terrified of more whipping if she refused 
to do anything. But she was now more determined than ever to escape. 

Finally, none of the boys could get it up anymore. They had done well 
however, most of the girls were well and truly satisfied and ready to sleep. 
Fawn lay on the floor, utterly exhausted and frightened. They made her give 
all the boys a farewell kiss on their limp cocks and the boys went away. 
Fawn stumbled into bed and the rest of the girls giggled at her. 

Tired though she was, and still in pain from her ass and tits, Fawn couldn't 
sleep. She resolved to escape that night. If she waited another day, she 
reasoned, it all might happen again. 

The dormitory was quiet. She got out of bed and took her flat gym shoes out 
of her locker. They would be much better for walking through the woods than 
the high heels. The gym shorts and vest would also be better. Then, wrapped 
a coat from one of the racks around her, she tiptoed to the door and let 
herself out, carefully, silently. She crept down the corridor and realized 
she didn't really know where anything in the school was yet. 

She found a set of stairs and walked slowly down, careful not to make any 
noise. At the bottom was a smaller hall than the main one she had come in 
through, but there was a door in the far wall that looked as if it might 
lead to the outside. Skirting the walls, she reached it and tested the 
handle. It turned. Trembling with fear, she pulled on the door. She went 
through, closed it behind her and was just turning round when lights went 
on. 

There, a few yards away, stood Miss Randle with Stuart and Frank behind her. 

"And where are you going?" asked Miss Randle icily. 

Chapter Seven 

They took Fawn and dragged the weeping, pleading girl down a set of stairs, 
along a dark corridor and flung her into a small room. The door slammed shut 
and she was left alone. For a long while, she couldn't do anything but lie 
on the cold floor and sob. Slowly she came around. The room was nearly 
bare-a bed, a chair and a desk, and that was all. There was one small window 
high on the wall and that was barred. The door, of course, was locked, and 
far too strong for her to break down, however hard she hammered at it. 

Fawn tried to keep awake and find a way out, but she was exhausted. 
Eventually she collapsed on the bed and fell asleep. 

They kept her in the room for three days. They gave her books and schoolwork 
to do and brought her all her meals. Fawn did the work more out of boredom 
than fear, because she knew what was coming. 

Twice a day, Stuart and Frank would come in, strip her, examine the marks of 
the whip on her tits and ass and then rub oil all over her to speed the 
healing. They never spoke to her during the time, except to tell her to turn 
over, or bend down. The humiliation was complete, and Fawn hated that more 
than anything else. They treated her like an animal. Yet all the time she 
could see the enormous bulges of their cocks, pushing against the fronts of 
their pants. 

Then, on the third night, Miss Randle appeared. She looked Fawn up and down, 
and Fawn gasped. Miss Randle wasn't dressed in the stiff, old-fashioned way 
Fawn was used to. Instead she had on a pair of high, thigh-length black 
boots with six-inch heels, a short leather skirt that came only inches down 
her luscious thighs, and a transparent top that showed her tits to 
perfection. She also had her hair falling over her shoulders. She tossed 
some clothes onto the bed. 

"Take those clothes off," she snapped at Fawn. "I want a look at you." 

Fawn obeyed. She only had a robe on anyway, and it fell to the floor at 
once. She was so afraid by now, she did anything she was told to do. She 
stood naked in front of Miss Randle and trembled as the headmistress walked 
slowly around her. 

Miss Randle said at length: "You look right now. Put those things on." 

Under the steady gaze of Miss Randle, Fawn did as she was told. First there 
was a tight bodice that confined her from just below her tits to below her 
waist. The top of the garment didn't cover her twin mounds of flesh at all, 
but shoved them higher, and a lacy strap went from the outside of her tits 
and around the back of her neck to push her tits up even farther. Suspender 
straps went down to hold up a pair of white stockings. She pulled on a tiny 
pair of panties. The outfit was finished by white high heels. 

Miss Randle looked at her. "Almost might have tried a bridal veil," she said 
with a chuckle. "But maybe later." 

Then Miss Randle fixed a thick leather collar around Fawn's neck and 
attached a long strap to it. Fawn trembled with renewed fear, but already 
she could feel a terrible churning in her stomach. 

Miss Randle took the strap in one hand and jerked Fawn forward. "Come on," 
she said. 

She dragged Fawn along with her, up the stairs and through a door Fawn had 
not seen before. They went along a passage and through another door and into 
a dimly lit, large room. Fawn gasped and her skin crept with fear. There 
were chains attached to the walls, racks of whips and cuffs, and several 
pieces of equipment that left no doubt as to their uses. Lolling around on 
two large sofas were Stuart and Frank. They got to their feet and strolled 
over. 

"Well," said Stuart, "she sure looks right to me." He ran his hands over 
Fawn's tits. Stuart laughed and his hand shot out and slapped Fawn across 
the face. 

Fawn stifled a sob and stood there as Frank held her arms and Stuart ran his 
hands over her body, feeling her tits and down to her cunt. Stuart's hand 
went between her legs and fondled her pussy through the thin fabric of her 
panties. 

His hands went up and played with her tits again. She screamed as he pinched 
her nipples and held them as she shuddered. 

Stuart went behind Fawn and held her arms for Frank. He too ran his hands 
over her, but then he leaned down and gently licked her nipples, sending 
more of those dreadful feelings through her helpless body. He leaned down 
and captured her right nipple between his teeth, holding and licking. Slowly 
he increased the pressure of his teeth, still running his tongue over the 
tip of her nipple. Fawn started to moan as the pain started. Frank cupped 
her tit in his hand and slid his teeth deeper. His tongue still slid over 
her nipple. Frank began to slide his jaw from side to side so that her tit 
was twisted in the horrible grip. He let go and took her left tit. He 
tightened his teeth even more, until Fawn's body was jumping wildly in 
Stuart's hands. Her nipple was being twisted and bitten, the pain flowing 
through her body. 

"That's enough," Miss Randle suddenly said. 

Frank stopped and took his mouth away from Fawn's tits. She moaned and hung 
in Stuart's grasp, the feelings surging through her body, leaving her with 
dreadful desires she couldn't even think about. Miss Randle came up to her. 

"First we have to punish you for trying to run away," she said crisply. "Do 
it again and it'll be twice as bad as this. Put her up." 

Fawn pleaded, though she knew it would all be futile. Frank and Stuart 
lifted her as if she were a bag of groceries and carried her over to a large 
square frame that stood some seven feet into the air. Fawn screamed, but 
Frank held her up while Stuart tied her wrists to the upper angle on each 
side of the frame. Fawn hung by her hands, widely stretched in a V shape. 
Then they each took one of her legs and stretched them apart too. They 
clamped restraints around her legs so that Fawn now resembled an X, and all 
the weight was on her arms, her feet were just off the floor. She moaned as 
the pain spread down her arms. Then Frank tossed the leather thong attached 
to her collar over the top bar of the frame and Stuart held it tight. The 
collar bit into Fawn's neck and she gasped for air. 

"Gag her," Miss Randle snapped. 

Stuart let go of the rope and went over to the wall. Fawn took the last 
chance she had to plead for mercy, but nobody was taking any notice of her. 
Suddenly four gag balls were shoved into her mouth from behind. She tried to 
make a sound, but it was too late. All she could do was keep her tongue back 
to stop the ball gags working their way into her throat. A leather gag was 
then tied around her mouth to make sure she couldn't spit the balls out. 
Stuart took hold of the leather attachment to her collar again. 

She struggled in the grip of the bonds holding her spreadeagled. Her eyes 
widened as she saw Frank and Miss Randle approaching her, both of them with 
whips in their hands. Frank had one of the knotted leather ones. Miss Randle 
had a single, thin birch rod. 

"Show her what she's going to get on her ass," Miss Randle said. 

Stuart appeared, a long leather crop in his hand. Fawn moaned and her body 
rocked helplessly in the metal frame. 

"Now this," said Miss Randle, "is what happens to girls who try to run away 
from here." 

She drew her hand back. Fawn screamed as the whip came in, but no sound came 
out as Miss Randle thrashed her accurately across both tits, her nipples 
catching the full weight of the blow. Fawn's body contorted in the frame, 
then another stinging pain burst out of her ass. Stuart had laid his whip 
over her trembling asscheeks. Her eyes staring with terrible pain, Fawn 
tossed in the grip of the leather bonds, and she watched as Frank lined the 
heavy knotted cat-o'-nine-tails in front of her and threw it into her 
delicate pussy. 

Miss Randle followed that with another heavy blow across Fawn's tits. Then 
her ass was beaten again and the blows started to fall, one after another, a 
gap of less than a second between each one. Pain surged out from each of the 
beatings, mingling, getting worse all the time. Stuart pulled on her collar 
and she almost choked as another blow from Miss Randle bounced her tits 
upward. The whipping went on. The pain got worse. Her whole body in utter 
agony, Fawn watched as Frank whipped her pussy through the thin panties. Her 
legs trembled with the force. Another slashing blow to her tits and ass and 
she went crazy with agony. The whips came in and she found herself screaming 
endlessly and helplessly into the gag balls. The collar was pulled tight 
again and her body twisted and twitched as she fought for air amid the pain. 

Then it happened to her as it had happened in the dormitory. That awful 
feeling began to gather in her guts. Her utter helplessness made it 
stronger. She couldn't escape, she could only take the punishment and that 
thought alone fuelled the fire building in her body. At each blow of Frank's 
whip on her pussy, new flames were added. Her eyes closed. She didn't care 
when or if they whipped her. The pain in her arms from hanging from the 
frame vanished into the fire spreading through her whole being. 

Her body twisted, her mouth gave one more silent scream into the ball gags 
and something exploded deep inside her. She didn't know what it was. She 
blacked out and fell. 

She awoke slowly. She moved her arms. So she wasn't still tied up. She was 
lying down. She opened her eyes and standing over her was Stuart. 

"Well, how about that," he said. His crotch was level with Fawn's face and 
she could see his cock bulging in the tight leather pants. "Now we start the 
training. Tonight you're going to learn a few things." 

Fawn didn't know what to do. If she resisted, she knew what would happen- 
another beating like that would kill her, she was sure. But he was going to 
tell her to do some disgusting things, she was sure of that too. He pulled 
her up and shoved her down to her knees. 

"Open the front of my pants," he snapped. 

Fawn was trembling with fear so much she almost couldn't work his zipper. 
Eventually she found, it and slid it down. Fawn was crying as she reached 
in. Stuart wasn't wearing under-pants. His huge cock was right there. She 
took his prick and pulled his cock free. Fawn was terrified again. This 
wasn't some kid's cock. His cock was as big as her father's. The hard 
prick-meat throbbed in her hands and she didn't have to be told what she was 
going to do next. 

"Suck it," he said. 

Fawn slowly bent down toward the cock. On the sofa, she saw Miss Randle and 
Frank watching, enjoying the awful sight. Fawn's red, pouting lips made 
contact with the head of Stuart's prick. She knew she had to please him or 
there would be more pain, more whipping. She let her lips run over the hard 
cockhead and daringly licked across the slit where all the cum would shoot 
from. Fawn let her mouth open slightly and the cock went in, between her 
lips, and she sucked, running her tongue over the prickshaft. 

"Tonight we're going to teach you to suck a cock right down," said Stuart. 
"Right into your throat. Our clients demand that, and they get it." 

Fawn moaned. She could never take anything that big and swallow it all. His 
prick was too loong, too thick-she'd gag. She did her best, but only half 
would go in before the cockhead came up against the back of her throat and 
she couldn't take any more. 

Above her, Stuart grinned and chuckled at her attempt. "That can wait," he 
said, holding her head. "You can give me a basic suck off before we start. 
We're all so hot we need some relief." 

Fawn let him do as he liked with her. There was no way out, no escape. She 
had been deserted by everybody, especially by her family. She was a slave 
and there was nothing she could do about it. One day, one day, she would get 
out and then she would have her revenge. 

Her head was forced harder onto Stuart's cock. Then he pulled back and let 
her tongue play over it, holding her by the hair, watching her lips as they 
closed around his prick, sucking and licking at his pulsing cock. Stuart had 
had enough from this chick. He and Frank had been made to dress and undress 
her, get her ready for this night, and he was going to take everything he 
wanted. He fucked in and out of that hot little mouth, and his fingers went 
down to Fawn's painful tits and pinched them again. 

Fawn moaned as she felt his cock jumping and she knew he was going to come 
very soon. She would have to take another load of that stuff in her mouth. 
But that was better than another whipping. The very thought of a whipping 
made her suck more. 

"Oh yeah," he said, and he pulled her hair painfully hard. He fucked in, and 
the cum shot into Fawn's throat. She could hardly breathe as fountains of 
fuck liquid poured into her mouth. The boys had never shot anything like 
this amount. Stuart yelled and fucked as he came. 

Fawn sucked and swallowed as hard as she could. Somehow she managed to hold 
the streams of cum and swallow it all, the salty taste a familiar one, and 
not altogether unpleasant. Stuart's cock pumped and pumped, and still cum 
oozed out and into her mouth. He pulled her head back and watched her lick 
the last drops from his piss slit. Fawn swallowed the last drop of Stuart's 
cum and looked over at the sofa. 

Miss Randle was leaning back and she was sliding her short leather skirt up 
over her thighs until her damp, dark triangle of pussy hair was visible. 
"Now we shall see how good you are at sucking cunt," she said. 

Fawn knew what would happen if she showed the slightest hesitation. On her 
hands and knees, she scrambled over to the sofa. Miss Randle spread her legs 
and pulled Fawn's head closer. Fawn could smell the unmistakable odor from 
her cunt. Miss Randle's pussy hair was wet and matted. Fawn leaned in and 
ran her tongue over the spread pussy lips. Miss Randle gave a murmur of 
appreciation and opened her legs farther, pulling the girl harder onto her 
cunt. Fawn let her mouth open, and she sucked the hard bud of Miss Randle's 
clit into her mouth. Around her head Miss Randle spread her legs in their 
boots, and she pressed the heels in the small of Fawn's back, pushing down 
and then digging in, chuckling as the new pain spread into the young girl's 
body. 

Then Fawn felt hands pull her panties down. A cock at the entrance to her 
pussy made her gasp. It had to be Frank. She moaned in pain as the strong 
male hands pulled her hips up even while Miss Randle's boots dug into her 
back. Suddenly Miss Randle pulled her head up by the hair. 

"Keep sucking!" Miss Randle snapped and slapped Fawn hard across the face. 

Before Fawn could react she was forced down onto the headmistress' cunt 
again. Desperately she sucked, opening her mouth, taking as much of the hot 
cunt flesh as she could. Then the cock behind her fucked into her cunt. Fawn 
couldn't help it-she gasped and rolled her hips as the prick went in. 
Frank's cock was bigger than anything that had been up there before, even 
the dildo on the bench in the dormitory. Her body rang with the sudden 
pressure as the prick filled her. 

She heard Frank grunt as he hit the top of her cunt. His hands lifted her 
legs off the ground and held her by the hips as he fucked her. His cock 
seemed able to take the whole weight of her body as he fucked in and out of 
her. At each stroke, his body slapped against her still agonized ass and 
that heightened the desperate pressure on her. She licked and sucked at the 
cunt being pressed so hard into her face. 

Miss Randle moaned with pleasure and worked Fawn's face up and down her 
slit, from her clit to the crack of her ass. "Bring me off before Frank 
stops shooting or he'll whip you the rest of the way," she warned Fawn. 

Frank was as hot as Stuart had been. His cock throbbed and started to shoot 
its load. He held Fawn in his strong arms and pumped it high into her cunt. 
Desperately, Fawn clasped Miss Randle's cunt between her teeth and licked at 
her clit as hard as she could. The thought of the whip on her red and 
punished ass was too much to bear. 

"Harder," Miss Randle ordered as Frank's cock pumped shot after shot of cum 
into Fawn's cunt. 

Desperately Fawn sucked her headmistress' throbbing pussy flesh harder into 
her mouth, bit down on the pussy lips and clamped the clit into her teeth as 
hard as she could. She was rewarded with a groan of ecstasy from Miss 
Randle. 

"That's it!" she yelled. "Harder, you little bitch!" 

Frank's cock still shot cum. Fawn sucked as hard as she could, running her 
tongue over Miss Randle's clit while she bit the hard bud and chewed on it, 
clamping her jaws together, determined to find a way to please her mistress. 
Miss Randle screamed and her hips thrust up and down on Fawn's face while 
Fawn kept the pressure on her clit, biting and chewing as hard as she could. 
Miss Randle seemed to be tearing her flesh on Fawn's teeth as she rammed up 
and down, holding the schoolgirl's face to her cunt. 

Her hips made a last great heave, and Miss Randle lay back with a great 
smile of amusement on her face. Frank eased his cock out of Fawn's cunt and 
walked around to where she still had her face buried between Miss Randle's 
thighs. 

"Lick it clean," he ordered. 

Fawn pulled her head away and did as she was told, her tongue running over 
the man's cock-meat. 

"She's learning," said Miss Randle. 

Chapter Eight 

Miss Randle went over to a cabinet and got herself a drink. Then she went 
back to where Fawn was still licking Frank's cock. His prick had gone almost 
soft, but was still more than big enough to fill Fawn's mouth. She licked as 
he had told her to do, sucking his prick right into her throat and squeezing 
his balls gently. All over her body, the lingering pain of the beatings they 
had given her were a constant reminder of what would happen the moment she 
disobeyed. 

"Here," said Miss Randle, shoving a drink in front of Fawn's face. 

Fawn looked at the drink and her eyes widened, but she didn't dare stop 
sucking Frank's prick. 

"Get your mouth away from that cock for a moment," Miss Randle snapped. "You 
need a drink of something, now take this." 

Fawn slowly took her mouth away and took the drink. It was a spirit of some 
kind. The smell almost made her gasp. Slowly Fawn raised the glass to her 
mouth and took a sip. Miss Randle raised her hand. Terrified, Fawn took the 
glass and drank the fluid straight down. Her throat felt as if it was 
burning and she coughed and staggered, her stomach and lungs heaving. 

Fawn gagged on the drink and tried to put her mouth back onto Frank's cock 
as he stood there impatiently, his legs spread slightly, waiting for her. 
She coughed again and got her lips onto the tip of his rapidly hardening 
cock. The drink was now warming her, spreading hot feelings through her 
still-pained body. She slid Frank's cock into her throat so she could show 
him how good she was getting. He chuckled and held her hair as he fucked 
farther in. His cock was now rigid enough that she could only get about half 
in her mouth before the prick hit the back of her throat and pushed against 
her seemingly unyielding muscles. Fawn remembered that Stuart had said she 
would learn to take all of it, but she couldn't imagine how. She was sure it 
would be another dreadful and painful experience, and her body shook with 
fear again. Frank held her head and fucked her mouth on and off his cock, 
watching as his prickshaft moved through those red, pouting lips. 

"Okay, my turn," said Stuart. 

Fawn was forced to move over, still on her knees, and take the other cock in 
her mouth. Stuart's cock was good and hard, too, and he just played with 
her, fucking as deep in her mouth as he could, then drawing back to make her 
lick and suck his prickhead. 

Then, for a while, the two of them just took turns at her, fucking their 
cocks into her mouth until Fawn's jaw was aching. 

"That's enough," said Miss Randle. Miss Randle stood in front of them with a 
long, fat and hard rod. The tip was rounded, rather like a man's cock, and 
the shiny black surface was slick with grease of some sort. "Put her over 
the table. I want to check her ass." 

Fawn screamed and backed away, holding her hands over her face. The two men 
grabbed her and flung her forward, holding her by the arms. Then they 
carried her over to a waist-high, leather-padded table and threw her down. 
Fawn lost all her sense of reason at that. 

"No!" she screamed, struggling in the strong male hands. "No, you can't do 
that, it's filthy, won't let you, I won't!" 

Behind her, she heard Miss Randle chuckle. 'You know," she said, "this girl 
is one of the slowest learners I've had to deal with." She threw the black 
rod onto the table beside Fawn. "Well, you two get your cocks sucked longer 
while I teach her more obedience." 

"No, no!" Fawn screamed, realizing what she had done. She struggled and 
rolled on the table, but it was no use. 

"You have a choice," said Miss Randle, coming around to face Fawn with the 
long leather whip in her hands. "You can either take what's coming and keep 
your legs down, or you can be tied up and add at least ten more strokes with 
is. It depends on how I'm feeling." 

Fawn gasped and her head fell onto the table. How could she choose from an 
offer like that? It was disgusting, it was so perverted. 

She screamed as Miss Randle whipped her across the back of her thighs. 

"Have you made a decision yet?" 

"I'll do it, please don't hurt me too much, pl-aaaagggghhhh, oohhhhh 
please!" 

Fawn's moans tapered off as she fell back onto the table. Miss Randle walked 
around the girl, admiring the tight curves of her legs as they pulled tight 
up to her ass as she bent over the table, The high heels and white stockings 
added to the sensuous picture. 

"Okay," Miss Randle said. "Pull her tight." 

Stuart grabbed Fawn by the head and pulled her hair until her face was over 
the end of the table and her mouth at the tip of his cock. Now Fawn's legs 
were even more firmly pulled against the edge of the table and her ass even 
higher. Her whipped tits rubbed painfully against the leather surface she 
was held against, and the torment already made its familiar way through her 
muscles. Without waiting to be told, she put her mouth over Stuart's cock, 
and her body trembled, waiting for the blow. Miss Randle didn't wait long. 
The leather whip cut across Fawn's ass again, and the girl screamed agony 
around the huge cock she was made suck. 

But she kept her legs where they were, forced into the final humiliation of 
taking the beating without trying to get away. Again, Miss Randle whipped 
her and then laid into her ass until new red lines covered the whole of her 
tender flesh. Fawn wept and sucked on Stuart's cock while the agony seared 
through her. 

"There," said Miss Randle. "Now are you ready for me to test your ass?" 

"Oh yes, yes, anything you want, yes," Fawn pleaded, drawing back only a 
little from Stuart's prick. 

"Hey," she heard Frank say, "I get my cock sucked too." 

"Of course," said Miss Randle, "how stupid of me." 

Fawn screamed and wept. "Oh please, please, just let me suck it, I will, 
will, I promise you I aaaaggghhh!" 

"Be quiet, girl!" Miss Randle snapped. Fawn almost passed out at the thought 
she might be whipped again. Stuart let go of her and Frank took his place. 
She slid her mouth over his cock and let him fuck into her as much as he 
wanted. The whipping started again, and she moaned, sucking Frank's prick as 
deep as she could. Perhaps she could make him come and this terrible ordeal 
would end. Her ass was now a throbbing mass of agony, and each stroke of the 
whip sent more arrows of pain shooting down her stretched legs and up into 
her body. Then that awful thing started to happen to Fawn again. The pain 
began to mingle with the fire in her cunt, spreading out, sending her mind 
crazy as her ass rammed up and down on the table at each stroke. 

Miss Randle stopped whipping her. Fawn gave a guttural scream and sucked 
Frank's prick right into her throat. 

"Ready to do as I say?" Miss Randle asked Fawn could only moan. Her mouth 
was sucking Frank's cock in a frenzy and she only slowly got a grip on 
herself. She tried to take head away, but Frank rammed it down which made 
her suck him for several moments longer before he let her go. 

"Shit," he said to Miss Randle, "I was about to come." 

"You can have her later," said Miss Randle "Now, are you ready for me?" 

"Yes, Miss Randle," said Fawn in a whisper. Her whole body was a chaos of 
conflicting emotions and extreme pain. 

"Good," said Miss Randle. "Now, let see. She picked up the heavy rod and 
spread some more of the cream on it. 

Fawn's head fell and she closed her eyes. Then she felt the pressure of the 
enormous dildo at the entrance of her asshole. She moaned from the 
humiliation rather than the pain. Miss Randle pushed the monster dildo an 
inch or so into the young girl's ass. 

"Oh, oh ... 

"Oh what?" asked Miss Randle. 

"Oh please, oh please, you'll split me in two, please-" 

"Nonsense my dear," said Miss Randle and leaned on the black cockshaft. 

"Aaaaggghhhh!" Fawn screamed as the dildo sank another inch into her ass. 
The spreading pain from the invasion of her asshole was mingling with the 
pain from her thoroughly beaten ass. 

"Not bad," said Miss Randle as she watched the cockshaft fuck into Fawn's 
ass. "Frank, you take over. I can't miss a target like this." 

Fawn yelled as Frank pushed the dildo deeper. "Oh no!" she pleaded, "no 
please!" 

"My dear," said Miss Randle, climbing onto the table and straddling Fawn's 
helpless body, "a lot of the people who pay to keep this school open insist 
on having every fuckhole there is to play with, and you wouldn't want to 
disappoint them, would you now?" 

Fawn moaned as the dildo sank deeper into her ass and felt as if it was 
right up in her guts. Frank leaned on the dildo again, and Stuart held her 
tighter by the hair and forced her mouth onto his cock again. Fawn started a 
low, continuous moan. Frank was puffing the rod out of her ass, and then 
fucking the dildo in again, a vicious fucking that seemed to split her ass 
wide open at each thrust. 

"Oh, look at that," she heard Miss Randle say from above her. "Look at that 
perfect little ass and that great big thing working in it. Stand back, 
Frank, and keep fucking her." 

Fawn couldn't believe any of this was happening any longer. Her mind was 
going blank Stuart fucked his cock deep into her mouth and Frank fucked the 
enormous rod back into her ass. She screamed again as Miss Randle whipped 
her sore, tortured ass cheeks. First one and then the other ass cheek took a 
hard vertical stroke. 

She hardly knew when Miss Randle gave her one last thrashing with the whip 
and then said: "Why don't you fuck her ass, Frank? You look like you need to 
sink that thing into something. 

Anyway, I want my pussy sucked again." 

Fawn screamed as the new pain throbbed through her ass. Frank had pulled the 
dildo out, and her ass muscles clutched desperately for something to hold. 
Frank lined his cock up and fucked in, right to the hilt. Then the two men 
began to fuck her at both ends, Stuart fucking in as Frank pulled out. 

At least the whipping had stopped, Fawn thought, but her body was doing 
strange things, against her will. Her body jumped and fought at each thrust 
of the cocks into her. 

Miss Randle pulled up her short skirt and pulled Frank's mouth against her 
cunt. She sighed and said, "Keep that up, Frank, and I'll let you fuck any 
little bitch you want." 

Frank moaned into her pussy as he continued to fuck Fawn's asshole. 

"Who would you like to suck you, Stuart?" Miss Randle called over her 
shoulder. 

Stuart fucked his cock back into Fawn's mouth. "Shit," he said, "I want that 
cunt Janet, she's getting too big for her own good." 

"Now that's an idea," said Miss Randle. "Ooogghh yeah, Frank, you sure 
learned a lot since you got here." Miss Randle pulled her pussy away from 
his mouth and walked over Fawn's prostrate body to Stuart. "Show me how well 
you suck and you can have Janet and any other little bitch of your choice 
for as long as you can get it up." 

Stuart chuckled and licked at the head-mistress' cunt. Then he reached up 
and pulled her closer, biting her clit as Frank had done. 

"Ooohhhh shit! Oh fuck, ohhhhh!" Miss Randle yelled, pulling his mouth into 
her cunt and leaning over his head, straddling him with her long, booted 
legs. "How's the little bitch sucking?" 

Stuart took his mouth from her cunt long enough to say: "Pretty good." He 
went back to work. He grabbed the woman's clit in his teeth and leaned back, 
working the flesh with his tongue as he pulled, hearing moans of ecstasy 
from her. 

"Finger-fuck me!" Miss Randle yelled a Stuart, and he slid two fingers past 
his chin and into her waiting pussy. "Aaaooooggghhh, fuck me!" 

Stuart bit as hard as he could on her clit flesh, taking her clit and 
chewing as he knew she demanded. His fingers sank deep into her pussy and he 
lifted her on his hand. She straddled his head. 

Oblivious of Fawn, still pinned on the table, still sucking Stuart's cock 
and taking Frank's prick up her ass, Miss Randle clutched at Stuart's hair 
and fucked his face, her legs beating into his back as her clit got worked 
over, chewed into a frenzy. His fingers sank into her cunt. 

"Stick them up my ass," she demanded. "Oh shit! Make that little cunt suck 
you off, and you shoot up her ass, Frank." 

The three of them went berserk. Miss Randle rode Stuart's face and let out 
endless, desperate screams of ecstasy as his teeth savaged her clit and his 
fingers pushed deep into her ass, forcing her pussy even harder onto his 
mouth. Then there was Frank, fucking Fawn's ass, puffing her hips up as his 
cum began to boil in his balls. Frank watched Stuart sucking and 
finger-fucking Miss Randle and he dreamed of getting two wonderful little 
girls sucking his cock as a reward for what he was doing here. And his cock 
began to shoot. 

Fawn felt Frank shoot. The hot fuck liquid spurted out, deep in her guts, 
and sent further waves of fire through her stomach. His cock kept on 
shooting and she could hear Miss Randle yelling at Stuart to bite harder, to 
finger-fuck her ass harder as she came. 

Then Stuart shot into Fawn's mouth. By now she was almost used to it. The 
jizz flowed into her throat, and she swallowed as his cock leaped up in her 
mouth. Stuart kept pumping cum, and Fawn kept swallowing, and Frank still 
shot the last of his load into her ass. 

Fawn felt utterly used. 

She sucked the last of Stuart's goo from his cock and felt Frank slip his 
cock out of her ass and her muscles close behind him. Above her, Miss Randle 
stood over her helpless body. 

"Well," Miss Randle said, "you two certainly did well enough to get those 
girls. I'll send them to you whenever you want them." She put a stiletto 
heel on Fawn's ass. 

Chapter Nine 

Fawn lay on the soft carpet, her body throbbing with pain, but also with 
something she couldn't understand. She would have to do more that night. 

Miss Randle stood over her again, another drink in her hand. "Take this," 
she ordered. 

Fawn hesitated hardly at all. She took the glass and drank the liquid in one 
go. It burned her stomach again, but this time it was easier, the warmth 
came sooner and her body relaxed a little. 

"Well," said Miss Randle, "since we have to find out if you can suck a cock 
properly, we can have some fun with that little pussy and ass of yours, 
can't we?" 

Fawn moaned. She didn't understand what the headmistress meant, but Stuart 
and Frank were sitting, one on the sofa and one in the easy chair, grinning. 
It was going to be something else humiliating, probably painful. She didn't 
want to think about it. 

"Stand up," Miss Randle said. 

Fawn scrambled to her feet. 

"Straighten your stockings!" the head-mistress snapped. Miss Randle walked 
around her and examined her body. She eased the tight bodice around a little 
and made sure Fawn's tits were above the top and thrust up to her 
satisfaction. "Now, go and bend over that table." 

Fawn knew far better than to disobey. She almost ran over and bent at the 
waist, flat on the table top. Her red and whipped ass was only a few feet 
from the grinning faces of the two men. The shame of what she was forced to 
go through ran through Fawn again and she started crying. 

"Stop that!" Miss Randle snapped. 

Fawn felt the terrible pain of the whip on her ass cheeks again. She 
screamed and jerked on the table. 

"Are you going to stop that silly behavior?" said Miss Randle. 

"Oh yes, sorry, sorry, I won't do it again, Miss Randle, honest I won't." 

"Good. Now open your legs." 

Stifling a sob, Fawn slid her feet apart, knowing she was giving the three 
of them the best view they could have of her ass and the soft hair of her 
pussy between her legs. For long seconds, nothing happened, and Fawn was 
sure they were all looking at her. In fact, she heard the two men laugh at 
something. She pressed her head as far as she could into the table top. 

Then she heard a strange buzzing noise. She hadn't heard anything like it 
before. Something hard ran slowly over the lips of her pussy. Fawn felt the 
tip of the vibrator slide into her cunt. 

"Oh shit," Fawn gasped. 

Miss Randle pushed the vibrator farther. Fawn's pussy struggled to take the 
vibrator. At least the dildo she had been made to sit on before hadn't 
vibrated like this. The plastic cock throbbed against the walls of her cunt 
and set her whole body pulsing to the beat of its motor. Miss Randle shoved 
it hard, and the tip hit the top of Fawn's pussy, hitting at the door of her 
womb. Fawn gave a low scream and struggled as new pain went through her. It 
was dreadful, this new violation. How much more would she be forced to take? 

She was soon to find out. Miss Randle gave one last push to make sure the 
vibrator was as high as it could go. Then she tied it into place with straps 
that went around Fawn's legs and hung from a tight belt around her waist. 
Fawn moaned again as Miss Randle tightened the belt one more notch. She 
didn't dare protest. Now she was held captive on the enormous cock. Its 
throbbing sent slow messages of lust through Fawn's body. She heard the men 
laugh again and risked a glance over her shoulder. The two of them were 
slowly playing with their cocks and grinning at something Miss Randle was 
doing. 

"Now, little girl, hold very still," said Miss Randle. 

Fawn froze. Then another of those buzzing noises started. She wept and 
lowered her face back to the table. She knew what was coming. Another hard 
plastic, buzzing cock played on her body, but this time at the puckered hole 
of her ass. Fawn couldn't believe it. Her body couldn't take two of them. 
They would break, she would get split in two. The buzzing cock played over 
her ass and Fawn felt fingers rubbing cream over her asshole. 

Gasping as the pressure built in her, Fawn felt the fingers invade her body, 
sliding up into her asshole, running over the walls, lubricating them for 
the invasion to come. She hated herself as her ass thrust up and grabbed for 
something. 

Miss Randle rubbed her fingers along the thin membrane separating her ass 
passage from her cunt. The fingers slipped out of her, and she waited, the 
vibrator in her cunt throbbing away. 

Then the second vibrator was back, pushing at her ass. There was nothing she 
could do. If she even pleaded for mercy, she knew her ass would get whipped 
again until, she asked for the terrible double rape. She gritted her teeth 
and tried to think of other things, her muscles as tight as she could make 
them. 

"Loosen up!" Miss Randle snapped. Fawn moaned and tried to let the vibrator 
slide into her ass. 

"I said loosen up," Miss Randle said. 

With a supreme effort, Fawn relaxed her ass muscles, and the vibrator 
slipped a few inches up her ass passage. Now the two imitation cocks worked 
together, throbbing their electric pulses out from her pussy and ass. Fawn 
made a low guttural noise, and her body almost bounced on the table. She 
felt the headmistress heave on the second vibrator and push it farther up 
her ass. 

Now the twin vibrations mingled, sending a mixture of pain and lust into 
Fawn's body. Miss Randle pushed again and they saw the huge prick fuck 
higher into the young girl's ass. Fawn's body was now twitching constantly, 
reacting to the throbs of the big vibrators. She groaned and almost begged 
Miss Randle to stop, but there was another heave and the second vibrator was 
in, right to the hilt. 

"Oh fuck!" Fawn shouted as the sudden pain was too much for her. 

"What did you say?" asked Miss Randle. 

"Nothing, nothing, Miss Randle," Fawn gasped as she felt new straps being 
fastened to the belt around her waist. 

"I thought you said fuck," said Miss Randle. 

"Oh no, no, honest, I didn't, Miss Randle, honest." Fawn was in a cold sweat 
at the thought of what would happen to her if she confessed the truth. 

"Perhaps I'll give you the benefit of a doubt," said Miss Randle, her hands 
running over Fawn's ass and down into the crack between her legs, testing 
that the vibrators were held tight. "Perhaps . . . if you can get these two 
men hard again in . . . let's say five minutes. If not, then I shall assume 
you said fuck and whip you until they are hard." She leaned in over Fawn's 
soft blonde hair. 

With the vibrators held tight in her body, Fawn straightened up from the 
table. Every movement was a nightmare as the twin vibrations sent pain and 
lust surging through her. She wanted to fall to the floor and claw at the 
terrible things inside her, ram her fingers in and pull them out. 

She had five minutes. She staggered over to Frank, sitting on the sofa, his 
cock in his hand. 

His cock was already almost hard. Watching Fawn take both vibrators had been 
more than enough to stiffen his prick. He wasn't going to turn down another 
suck, however, and he took his hand away as Fawn's desperate little mouth 
closed around his cock. He let her suck away, holding her hair as she moaned 
and. her body vibrated to the beat of the monster dildos inside her. 

"Now Stuart," said Miss Randle. 

Fawn scrambled over the floor to Stuart. He was hard and ready, there was no 
doubt about that. But she took his prick in her mouth and let his cockmeat 
slide into her, sucking, getting a strange new thrill from the hardness. It 
was something to work with, this stiff cock. 

"I think that's enough," said Miss Randle. "Stand up, Fawn." 

Trembling, trying to keep control of her legs, Fawn stood up. 

"Now, we have to be sure you can suck a cock right down," said Miss Randle. 

Fawn gulped as she saw what Miss Randle was leading her toward. It was a 
bench, leather-padded in the usual way, and with straps to hold her arms and 
legs. But, above it, was a horizontal bar, and that looked very menacing. 

"On your back," said Miss Randle. 

With more cold sweat breaking out all over her body, Fawn did as she was 
told. She saw Stuart and Frank loom over her, and her arms were taken and 
bound tightly into the restraints, leaning out from her body. Her head was 
hanging over the top of the bench, which was padded by thick leather at her 
neck. Fawn moaned as she became aware again of the vibrators working in her 
cunt and ass. Then her legs were taken and pulled almost brutally into the 
air and back until they were spread over her head. There they were attached 
to the bar above the bench. 

Fawn moaned again as hands pulled at her legs and forced them even wider. 
Then the bar was lowered, and it was heavy enough to bend her body farther, 
thrusting her ass higher into the air. Finally, a restraining belt was tied 
around her waist and pulled tight so that she couldn't move at all. 

Without a word, Frank put his cock to Fawn's open lips. He was standing over 
her, leaning in on the bench so he could get all the leverage he wanted. 

Fawn moaned and struggled. She let him lean in on her, his cock reaching to 
the back of her mouth and then to the edges of her tight throat muscles. He 
shoved, but he couldn't get any farther, and there was fully half his cock 
still out of Fawn's mouth. 

Fawn tried to let him in, but she couldn't find a way to do it. His cock 
beat at her throat, but she couldn't take any more. She just couldn't. She 
felt him pause. Then a stinging pain shot through her again. Somebody had 
whipped her right across the ass. She screamed and her body bucked off the 
leather bench. The cock went another inch into her mouth. 

"That's right," she heard Frank say, and the whip landed again. 

Fawn couldn't believe she could take any more. Her ass was so beaten and 
sore she would die if it were whipped any more. But another vicious stroke 
cut over her ass cheeks, and her mouth took another inch of the cock. 

The whip landed again. Then another whip, one of the nine-tailed leather 
ones, hit her pussy. Frank fucked his cock deeper into her mouth, and the 
first whip landed over her ass. 

Fawn screamed, but it was muffled by the prickshaft fucking into her throat. 
She couldn't take any more, she just couldn't. The nine-tailed whip thrashed 
into her pussy, and her body heaved again. Frank fucked deeper and Fawn 
found she could only breathe through her nose -the monster cock now blocked 
everything else. She tossed and tried to break free, but there was nowhere 
to go. The two whips thrashed into her ass and pussy and the vibrators 
buzzed in her cunt and ass. 

Frank leaned in on her again and managed to get his cock farther down her 
throat. Fawn could hardly breathe, and the painful whipping on her ass and 
pussy while the vibrators still sent their disgusting pulses of lust through 
her was more than she could bear. She broke into tears again and her body 
heaved against the restraints. The whips punished her ass and pussy once 
more, and Frank fucked his cock right into her throat until his balls 
slapped against her nose. 

Frank pulled out and fucked in again, timing his thrusts to the beat of Miss 
Randle and Stuart whipping Fawn's ass and pussy. For nearly a minute more, 
he fucked in and out. 

Fawn felt Frank pull his cock out of her mouth. She gasped and retched for 
air. Her body was strung out. She was uncertain of anything other than that 
she was tied up and being beaten. She was beginning to float, and, even as 
Miss Randle landed another painful cut of the whip across her ass, the pain 
only served to send the new, awful feeling higher in her. Stuart forced his 
prick into her mouth. Frank must have picked up the cat-o'-nine-tails, for 
it thrashed into her pussy a second later and drove her to new heights of 
insane feeling. 

From then on, everything started to blur for Fawn. The cock in her throat 
fucked in and out. Stuart's balls were slapping into her face at each pass. 
The whips landed at the peak of each ramming heave of the cock, and the 
vibrators sent endless waves of lust from her pussy and ass. 

She didn't know any longer what her body was doing, and she certainly didn't 
care. Screams shot from her throat and rang out into the room at each moment 
Stuart pulled his cock clear of her mouth before fucking in again. The whips 
landed and forced her screams higher. Her body thrashed against the leather 
restraints. A strange feeling heaved through her whole body, building until 
she couldn't pretend that it wasn't happening. She was having an orgasm, an 
orgasm that was taking her and tearing her apart. The feeling thrashed 
around in her body, rising higher at each vicious cut of the whips. Each 
thrust of the cock into her throat cut off her air long enough to string her 
out and throw her higher into the tornado of emotion that engulfed her. 

She lost all sense of anything except the feeling exploding through her. The 
shattering come came beating to the thrashing of the whips and the thrusts 
of Stuart's cock into her throat. Her screams beat out past his prick as her 
body thrust as high as it could to get more of the torture she was getting. 
Her mouth opened and let the cock fuck in and out with no resistance at all. 

Stuart hadn't been planning on it, but his balls were going to evacuate 
another load of cum. He was going to shoot right down this little cunt's 
throat. He watched as Miss Randle and Frank beat her ass and pussy with 
their whips, and he felt the convulsive clutch of Fawn's throat muscles as 
the whips landed. That was too much. He began to shoot. 

Fawn felt the hot fuck liquid spurt into her throat as another painful cut 
of the whip landed on her ass, but she hardly felt it. Her body was almost 
floating above the table as she came, earthquakes of orgasm breaking inside 
her, surging up over her body as the cum shot into her mouth. 

Stuart pulled back, making her suck his cock over her tongue. Frank crashed 
his leather whip into her pussy again, cutting hard on her clit. 

She gave another great scream and took Stuart's cock deep in her throat 
again. More cum went down into her stomach. For minutes on end she held 
there, the cock pumping cum into her mouth, the whips sending her orgasms 
higher with each cut and the vibrators adding their own lustful piece to her 
ecstasy. 

With one final heave, Stuart shot his last wad of cum into her mouth, and 
the whipping stopped. Fawn lay gasping and moaning, hating herself for 
having given in to such a terrible, disgusting evil thing. 

Hands were untying the leather holding her arms and legs. With a moan, Fawn 
rolled off the bench and onto the floor, reaching for the vibrators that 
still pulsed in her body. 

"Stop that!" Miss Randle shouted. 

Fawn had to lie there on the carpet, the vibrators still up her cunt and 
ass. 

"Come here," the headmistress said. 

Fawn forced herself off the floor and over to where Miss Randle, was. Frank, 
his cock rampant and heaving in the air, was sitting in an easy chair. The 
orgasm Fawn had just had was still slowly fading, still leaving her light 
headed and spinning. She watched Miss Randle straddle Frank and fuck his 
cock into her cunt. Fawn struggled over and knelt in front of the two of 
them. 

"Suck both of us," said Miss Randle. 

Fawn leaned her mouth in and ran her tongue as far up Frank's prickshaft as 
she could. Then she licked up and onto Miss Randle's hot little clit. 

Miss Randle moaned and fucked onto Frank's cock as Fawn licked over her 
cunt. Fawn cradled Frank's balls in her hand androlled them softly, feeling 
them jump in her fingers. Miss Randle yelled at her to bite her pussy again, 
and Fawn did her best, sucking the flesh into her mouth and bearing down as 
hard as she could. She was rewarded by the head-mistress going into a long 
screaming come. 

"Ohhhh, ohhhh fuck me!" the headmistress yelled as her pussy fucked up and 
down on Frank's cock. "Suck it, bitch, suck it!" 

Fawn bit down and sucked as hard as she could as Miss Randle had the last of 
her come. Then Frank was grunting and fucking his cock deep. 

"Ohhhhh, oooooohhhhh, ooohhhhh, fuck me," Miss Randle called. She lifted off 
Frank's cock just as his cum began to spurt. Miss Randle thrust Frank's 
prick into Fawn's mouth yet again and made the girl suck another load of cum 
while she rubbed her cunt all over Fawn's face and took all the sensation 
she could. 

Obediently Fawn sucked all the spurting fluid until Frank sank back onto the 
sofa with a contented sigh. Slowly Miss Randle climbed off his body and 
watched as Fawn, utterly exhausted, sank back to the floor. 

"She's Almost Ready," The Headmistress Said With Satisfaction. 

Chapter Ten They Finally Took The Vibrators Out Of Fawn's pussy and ass. She 
moaned and fell exhausted to the floor. Then the two men picked her up and 
carried her out. She scarcely paid any attention as they pulled her along, 
opened a door, took her in and almost threw her across a bed. She fell 
asleep without taking the stockings off. 

When she awoke, the sun was streaming through one of the windows. She wasn't 
in that dungeon any more. The room was light and airy, the bed was soft and 
large, and a white bathroom could be seen through an open door. 

She got up, stripped and took a shower, examining her tits and ass for the 
whip marks. They didn't seem so bad, just a faint redness all over her 
flesh. Her flesh ached a bit, but the main feeling when she touched herself 
was sensual, a soft warmth running through her. 

Breakfast was delivered by one of the younger girls, standing in her tight 
uniform, asking if there was anything, anything at all, she could do for 
Fawn. Fawn said no. The girl left. Then two more of the little girls came in 
later in the morning to rub her body with cream. That made Fawn feel a lot 
better. 

She lay on the bed and made them give her a long massage, rubbing the cream 
all over her body. It certainly helped the marks of the whipping go down. 

That cage of a room was rather pleasant. She was still kept in isolation, 
but she was allowed to walk the grounds under supervision of a staff member. 
The girls who served her were obviously under orders to do whatever she 
asked. After only one day she was restless. 

She wanted more sex, though she still couldn't quite put it as bluntly to 
herself. Day after day, the same pretty young girl would bring her breakfast 
and ask if there was anything, anything at all, she could do for Fawn. Every 
time she asked, the pressure in Fawn's body got worse. On the fourth day, 
she broke. 

She stared at the dark-haired, slim, young girl with her budding tits and 
slim legs shown to their best advantage in the tiny skirt she wore. 

"Yes," Fawn suddenly snapped, "come here." 

Smiling, the young girl came over. 

"What's your name?" asked Fawn, running her hand up the girl's soft thighs 
to the thin fabric of her panties. 

"Dana," said the girl shyly, her hips moving to the slow pulse of Fawn's 
fingers. 

Fawn slid her robe up her legs and spread her legs. "Suck my pussy," she 
said, breathless. 

Dana slowly opened the buttons of her blouse and slid it off her shoulders. 
Underneath, she was naked and her budding tits pushed temptingly toward 
Fawn. Then Dana slipped her skirt off and dropped slowly to the bed in 
nothing but her panties and stockings. Her willing young mouth kissed slowly 
along Fawn's thigh, up until her lips were at the opening of Fawn's pussy. 
Her fingers pulled Fawn's flesh aside and her tongue flicked out over Fawn's 
aching clit. Dana let Fawn pull her in until her mouth was captive. 

There, she sucked away, slowly, then quickening her pace as Fawn told her 
to. Fawn came very quickly, heaving her pussy up into Dana's face, making 
the girl suck until she was utterly spent. Then she sent Dana away. It had 
been good, but not good enough. She had come, yes, but something was 
missing. Something . . . she didn't allow herself to think about it. She got 
up and took another shower. 

And so it went for a week. Then, one night, as Fawn was getting ready for 
bed, Miss Randle appeared in the doorway. 

"You ready?" Miss Randle snapped. "Ready?" asked Fawn, suddenly frightened 
again. 

"Yes, put these on," Miss Randle said and threw clothes onto the bed as she 
had done the week before. "You have a lot more people to please tonight, 
girl." 

Fawn looked at her and fear surged through her body again. She thought she 
knew what was to come. Miss Randle was dressed in her boots again, but also 
wore a tight pair of leather pants and a leather bodice that thrust her tits 
high and exposed them to the nipples. 

"Well, get dressed, girl," she said with considerable impatience. She 
flicked the whip she held. 

Fawn didn't need any more encouragement. She threw her robe off and, her 
hand trembling again, picked up the clothes. First came the black mesh 
stockings, held by suspender straps to the belt around her waist. Then tiny 
black panties that fitted the curves of her pussy and ass like a second 
skin. Then she put on a tight black dress. The garment had long sleeves, but 
was open at the front, well into her cleavage, and, from there, buttons 
stretched the dress tight over her body until the last button, which closed 
the skirt just below her pussy. If she bent over, the dress would hardly 
have to be lifted to leave her ass utterly exposed. 

"Come with me," said Miss Randle. 

Fawn went obediently, but with fear and rage building inside her. She had 
been cheated. She had been allowed to think that her torture was all over, 
but it wasn't. There were going to be more humiliations, more beatings, and 
the very thought made her shudder. But there was a strange dampness in her 
pussy, spreading onto her tiny briefs. She didn't know why she was acting 
like this. 

They went through the same door Fawn had been taken through the week before. 
Now, however, the room was almost dark, except for a single spotlight that 
was trained on the center. 

"Over there," said Miss Randle. 

Fawn, her heart in her mouth, walked over and stood in the light. There were 
murmurs from all over the room. There were a lot of people there, but she 
couldn't see them. She wondered how many there were, but, squint her eyes as 
she did, she couldn't make out anything more than shadows. 

"Stand over the mirror," Miss Randle's voice said out of the blackness. 

Fawn saw that there was indeed a mirror in the center of the light, on the 
floor with small lights all around it. She walked to it and put one 
high-heeled shoe on one side and opened her legs to put the other one on the 
far side. Another murmur of appreciation went around the room. Fawn felt 
people crowding in to get a better look up her legs to the thin panties. 

The small lights around the mirror got brighter, shining up her long, 
stockinged legs, giving the audience a better view. 

"Spread your legs," came Miss Randle's voice again. 

Trembling, Fawn obeyed, sliding her feet apart until told to stop. 

"Now bend down and hold your ankles," said Miss Randle. 

Fawn felt sick. That was what her sister, Kerry had been forced to do by her 
father before he whipped her ass. The memory came back clearly-the screams 
of pain, the red lines on her sister's soft flesh. But she obeyed. Perhaps 
if she did everything she was told to do, she wouldn't experience that 
awful, dreadful pain again. 

She bent slowly at the waist, sliding her hands down her legs until they 
reached her ankles. There she stayed, bent in two, hearing the murmurs of 
pleasure as the guests gathered around for the wonderful view up the girl's 
legs to her cunt and rounded ass cheeks. 

Then a hand ran over her ass, followed by another one. More fingers pushed 
into the crotch of her panties and played with her cunt. She moaned and 
tried to hold her position, but her body was falling. Two pairs of hands 
stopped her from collapsing. 

"Now then," said a strange man's voice. His hands pushed her back so that 
she was holding her ankles again. Whoever the man was, he was now sliding 
his hand into the top of the tight black dress and feeling her tits. A 
finger pushed up into her pussy. 

"Shit," said another man's voice, "she's as wet as hell." 

Several men chuckled, and the finger was taken out so that other ones could 
slide into Fawn's body. 

"Well, how about that," said another voice. "She sure is." 

Fawn almost burst into tears, but she held back, biting her lips, feeling 
the horrible hands all over her young body. 

"She, had to be severely disciplined," she heard Miss Randle say, "but then 
she is fairly acceptable." 

Fawn gave in and started crying. 

"I think Jack has first go tonight," Miss Randle went on. "Those of you 
watching will perhaps want to use some of our younger girls who are always 
available for your pleasure. Jack?" 

Fawn was pulled away from the mirror and into the semi-darkness of the room. 
Her eyes became accustomed after a while and she could see a large bulk of a 
man in front of her. He was masked and wearing only a robe. "Over here," he 
said. 

Fawn stumbled towards him. Fawn stood a straight as she could. Around her, 
she could just see some ten or so more people, and, apart from Miss Randle, 
they were all men. Several of them had young girls kneeling before them, 
sucking their cocks as they watched Fawn's humiliation At least one had one 
of the little girls riding his prick as he looked over her shoulder at what 
was going on. 

The lights around Fawn and Jack brighten slightly so that everybody could 
see better. Jack came forward and pulled the neck of Fawn dress wider open 
so that her tits were totally exposed. He stepped back to admire them, the 
came in again and ran his fingers over her flesh. 

"Fuck," he said, as Fawn's dress closed over his hands. With a sudden 
wrench, he yanked the neck, breaking several of the buttons an throwing the 
dress wide apart so that it was exposed now from her waist to the hem, just 
below her pussy. Fawn staggered, but managed to hold her feet. His hands 
went back to her tits running over them, caressing and lifting. He closed 
his thumb and forefinger over the nipples and rolled them slowly between his 
hard fingers. 

Fawn closed her eyes, terrified of what she knew was coming. With a sudden 
heave, he closed painfully on her nipples and lifted her whole body on her 
tits until her feet were almost off the ground. Fawn screamed and her body 
shook and she could feel that disgusting dampness spreading in her panties. 

"Hold her arms back," the man said, as he let go of her nipples. 

Hands pulled Fawn's arms behind her back and, at the same time, pushed her 
body out, so that her tits thrust up at the masked man. Fawn stifled a 
scream as he came back into the light with a thin rod in his hands. 

"Just to make sure your nipples stand out properly, young girl," he said. 

The hands holding Fawn tightened on her arms and lifted her body to meet the 
rod. The man slashed the rod through the air, then lined it up and beat Fawn 
right across the nipples with it. The rod bounced off her tits with a splat, 
leaving a thin red line on her flesh. 

"Oh shit," Fawn moaned, as her body felt again the torture she now knew so 
well. 

The man's hands went back and the terrible rod landed again, flattening her 
fflesh with th force of the blow. She screamed again, her whole body 
contorting in the hands that held her. Again the man landed the rod across 
her nipples, hitting her tits and leaving them trembling. Fawn wept, her 
arms held behind her as the rod came in again. Her tits rolled and pain shot 
around her helpless body. 

"That looks good enough," said the man. 

The hands holding Fawn relaxed, and she fell to her knees, clutching her 
aching tits. Around her, she could hear low moans of ecstasy as at least one 
of the men shot his cum. 

Fawn staggered to her feet, her body in flames, her tits heaving with pain. 
She walked to where he motioned her to go, and again his hands went to her 
tits. 

"Okay," she heard him say, "now they stand out enough." 

She stared and the fear ran through her again as she saw what he had in his 
hands-a pair of clips, held together by a thin metal chain. Relentlessly, 
one of the clips came to her right nipple. 

"Oh no," she whispered. 

The man ran the clip over her flesh, testing the marks where the rod had 
landed. Fawn groaned. The clips had powerful springs in them and something 
that looked as if it allowed the clips to be screwed tighter. She was sick 
at the thought of the pain they would give. The man ran the clip up to her 
nipple, which did indeed stand out as a result of the whipping she had 
taken. Then he held the clip so that the jaws were around the bud of her 
flesh, waiting while the young girl whimpered and tried to close her eyes. 
She could not force her eyes closed. 

Then the man let the clip go. Fawn's screams echoed around the room as the 
clip clamped onto her nipple and hung there, pinching her flesh viciously. 
He took the other clip and held it to her left tit, waiting as before, to 
get the most of the awful anticipation. Fawn moaned and gasped, the pain 
from her tits rolling through her, and then her scream rang around the room 
again. The man had let the second clip go. 

Now Fawn had one clip on each nipple and the pain doubled. She groaned and 
almost fell, but the hands were back holding her while the man pulled on the 
chain between her tits, and her tits stretched even more painfully. 

"Hmm," grunted the man and reached up, tightening the screws on both the 
clips while the pain grew. 

"Oh shit, oh please!" she gasped as he gave the screws another turn. Her 
tits felt as if their nipples were being torn off. "Aaaaagggghhhh, ooohhhhh 
fuuuuuccckkkk, you bastard! 

His hand came up and slapped her hard across the face. "You were right," he 
said to the unseen Miss Randle. "She does need some training." He slapped 
her again and waited until Fawn's scream had died away. "Now, my little 
cunt. They say you have learned to suck cocks real well. Well now, you have 
a chance to show us. You will suck me off, and, just to make sure you don't 
forget who you are, anybody who wants to can whip your ass while you do it. 

Fawn sobbed and went limp, but it was no good, the hands holding her 
wouldn't let go. 

"Need I add that the pain will stop when you've sucked me off?" said the 
man. 

She saw the man sit down in a big cushioned chair. Hands pushed her body 
down, so that, once again, she was forced to bend at the waist. Her ass rose 
high for the whips that were about to thrash her. One of the girls was 
unzipping Jack's pants and pulling his cock out. His prick was a huge 
weapon, almost twelve inches of hard cockmeat, throbbing with lust. A drop 
of pre-cum was forming at the tip. 

Fawn moaned and let her lips touch the rock-hard prickhead. She felt hands 
lift her skirt and flip it back so that her ass was exposed in its tiny 
panties. She let her mouth run down the big cock, taking the prick right to 
the back of her throat. Slowly she slid her mouth back up, licking at the 
cockshaft all the way. 

Then the first of the whips landed on her ass. She screamed and her body 
bucked. Another whip came in, and she felt her ass cheeks flare under the 
impact. Desperately she sucked the cock as deep as she could, working on the 
prick like crazy, the promise to end the whipping urging her on. The man 
grabbed handfuls of her blonde hair and pulled her mouth harder onto his 
prick, fucking his cock into her throat as fast as he could. 

At least four whips were thrashing her ass now. Fawn heard more murmurs 
around her and several shouts as men shot their loads at the sight of her 
sucking cock and getting whipped. Vivid flashes of agony ran through Fawn as 
she opened her throat and took the cock right to the very top, feeling the 
prickhead throb and twitch deep in her throat. The whips seemed to land in 
one continuous beating on her ass, and the pain gathered and rose, surging 
through her body. Her body thrashed around as the whip went on beating her. 
The cock in her mouth fucked in and out. She was going utterly out of her 
mind. 

The agony was fading now. Each beat of the whips sent her body higher, 
desperately seeking for something, seeking for more. She swallowed the cock, 
ran her hands over the man's throbbing balls, and felt the first surges of 
his cum shooting out of them. The hot fuck liquid jetted into her mouth as 
her screams squeezed around the pulsing cock. More of the men in the room 
shot their loads. 

She felt heat, the sensation in her ass, running through her body as she 
swallowed the cum and rammed her mouth as deeply onto his prick as she 
could. Her body rocked as orgasm after orgasm exploded through her. She was 
arching her ass for the whips, begging for more, though they couldn't hear 
her properly. The man's cock vanished into her mouth, then came out again, 
shooting cum all the time. 

He leaned back, grunting with pleasure as his cock poured into her hot 
little mouth. The man shot his last pulse of white fuck fluid into her 
throat. 

Then, as the whips landed yet again. She screamed and her body dropped 
helplessly onto the floor, the man's cock still in her mouth, her ass still 
rolling from the beating it had received. Then she lost her grip on his 
softening cock and fell onto her back, the clips still on her nipples. 
Orgasms of agony were still pulsing through her. 

The man unclipped the metal clasps from her nipples and Fawn rubbed them to 
ease the pain. Everything in her was subsiding as she heard Miss Randle say: 
"Let her recover a little. Then we have the most delightful surprise for you 
all. 

Chapter Eleven 

Minutes later, rough hands hauled Fawn to her feet. Leather straps were put 
around her wrists and tightened. 

"Up there," said Miss Randle. 

Fawn was pushed into the spotlight once again. She gasped and tried to close 
her dress over her tits. 

"Take that dress off," Miss Randle said. 

Trembling, Fawn let the dress slide off her shoulders and down her arms. 
Then she dropped it to the floor and stood exposed in front of them all in 
just her stockings, high heels and panties. All around, she could hear 
murmurs of lust and satisfaction. Dimly she could see some of the men. 

"Now the panties," said Miss Randle. 

New rushes of excitement went through Fawn as she slid her hands into the 
tops of her panties and pushed them down, over her stocking tops and thighs, 
until she could step out of them. 

"Goooood," said Miss Randle slowly. "Now spread your legs." 

Fawn did as she was told, her high-heeled shoes finding it difficult to keep 
purchase on the shiny floor. 

"Now let us see how you are at playing with your little pussy," Miss Randle 
almost crooned. 

Fawn knew better than to say anything. Her fingers slowly went down to her 
pussy and slid inside the hot damp cuntlips, playing with her clit. Fawn 
spread her feet until it was painful to stand. Her furry cunt mound was 
exposed to all the men in the room as she rubbed and played with her pussy. 
Fawn stifled a sob. This was horrible, being made to masturbate in front of 
all these people. But the alternative was worse. 

She pinched her clit, running her fingers over it and gently putting one 
finger into her cunt. That was another part of the torture. Her pussy was 
wet, damp with the horrible feelings she was having. It was so degrading; it 
was terrible. 

"Look at thiss little slut," she heard Miss Randle say, "making herself come 
in public. Isn't that utterly disgusting?" 

Fawn sobbed and her head fell forward, but her fingers kept on at her clit, 
working her clit in front of them all. 

Miss Randle came up beside her, probing her tits with a short stick. "This 
little whore," she said, "is shameless enough to finger-fuck herself in 
front of you all. Look at that." The stick went down and pushed against 
Fawn's cunt. 

Fawn started sobbing hard, but her body was going strange on her again. That 
feeling was starting and swelling out from her cunt to all parts of her 
body. Her fingers rubbed harder and harder at her clit and her breaths were 
getting ragged as she posed in front of her unseen audience, hearing their 
low sounds of lust. 

"This little shit," said Miss Randle, "is even going to have an orgasm right 
in front of you. Watch if you will. There she goes. 

Fawn's shriek of lust rang through the room as her fingers brought her pussy 
to climax. Her body rolled and heaved and her hips thrust out and back at 
her audience. Fawn moaned as her climax subsided, but her fingers kept 
clutched on her pussy as she stood in the spotlight. 

"And now," said Miss Randle, "Fawn is not the only disobedient girl in her 
family. We have trained her so well that her parents have decided to allow 
her sister to come to us for some discipline. This is Fawn's sister, 
everybody- Kerry." 

Fawn gasped and stared as Kerry was brought in, her hands bound with leather 
thongs as Fawn's were, but with a short chain between them that gave her 
arms very little movement. She was wearing a tight black bodice that held 
her tits high and open, black mesh stockings like Fawn had on, and similar 
high-heeled shoes. She was breathing heavily and her face registered horror 
as she was led to the same platform Fawn stood on. 

Fawn found hands snapping the same kind of chain on her leather cuffs as 
Kerry had on hers. Ropes slid down from the dark ceiling. In no time at all, 
Fawn and Kerry were hanging from the ropes, their feet only just touching 
the ground, their tits thrust high by the painful pressure on their arms. 
And they hung there for what seemed to be forever. 

Then another masked man stepped onto the light between them. He had on a 
tight pair of leather pants, and the bulge of his cock was visible to all of 
them. In his hand he carried a long leather whip, the short handle giving 
way to plaited strips some six feet long. At the ends, the leather was 
knotted, tightly, and Fawn stared at the whip with gut-lurching fear evident 
in her eyes. She saw Kerry's big tits heave too, and her sister gave a low 
moan. The man let his arm swing back and crack the whip in the air. Both the 
girls gave a scream at the hard sound. 

"I thought so," Miss Randle said. "These bitches never keep quiet. Gag 
them." 

Fawn started to scream that she would be quiet, but the gag balls were 
already in her mouth. She gasped and swung as a gag was tied to keep the 
balls in. She saw a man doing the same thing to Kerry, and she struggled 
helplessly on the rope. 

The whip was swung back and swept forward. Fawn saw Kerry's body contort and 
swing on the rope as the leather cut right over her swelling tits. The red 
lines bit deep into her flesh and Kerry's mouth struggled to scream through 
the gag. Fawn watched as the whip swung back, and she knew where it was 
going this time. She saw the tip as it cracked in and cut right into the 
nipple of her own left tit. Fawn felt the pain explode through her body. Her 
nipple felt as if red hot pins were being pushed into it. Her feet came off 
the ground as she swung helplessly on the ropes. She saw another vicious cut 
hit into Kerry's tits, and other deep red lines sear their way into them. 

Fawn felt a man's hands holding her ass and grabbing her by her soft flesh. 
Then his hands went around her hips, and she saw another man behind Kerry, 
doing the same thing, almost like a mirror image. 

Then Fawn felt the first thrust of a man's cock at the entrance of her ass. 
Small hands were guiding the cock, and she saw a schoolgirl behind Kerry 
spreading Kerry's legs and holding the man's cock as he pulled himself 
closer to the struggling girl. 

Fawn felt, behind her, the man's cock shove just inside the tight ring of 
her ass muscles. His prick had been covered in jelly and so it slid in 
easily. 

Fawn's body pulsated as the whip cut across her tits again and the red, 
tortured flesh spread over almost the whole of the beautiful, heaving tit 
domes. Her throat sent out endless ear-chilling shrieks of pain, but the 
ball gags reduced them all to low soft moans, and the cock in her ass slid 
in farther. She heaved upward on the ropes at another cut of the whip, then 
fell back, impaled on the monster cock. She saw two of the schoolgirls take 
Kerry's legs and pull them apart and up, so that Kerry hung just on the 
ropes and the cock inside her. As hands took Fawn's legs and pulled, she saw 
Kerry take another heavy beat of the whip. 

Then, as the whip came in again, Fawn felt the man behind her fuck his prick 
to the hilt in her ass. Her legs were held helplessly out almost ninety 
degrees to her body, and she felt as if she were getting ripped in two. 
Then, as both the men had their prickshafts in the two girls, the man 
flogging them both swung the whip in an almost-perfect circle of hissing 
leather. The whip swung round and round and started to land on both the 
battered and red pairs of tits with incredible rapidity. 

Fawn could see the tips thrash into Kerry's nipples. The whip instantly 
swung back to torture hers, and, all the time, the cock in her ass was 
fucking up and down. Her ass muscles were going crazy, holding onto the 
cock, pulling and trying to keep the prick in. 

Fawn felt the rope holding her hands lower a bit, and she fell even harder 
onto the man's prick. She heard him laugh, and her ass spasmed around his 
cock while the whip sang across her tits. 

Kerry was twisting and rolling, her body heaving as the whip and cock sent 
her into desperate spasms of orgasm. The combination of the whipping and the 
brutal fucking her ass was getting was sending her into another endless 
come. Her body bounced as the whip hit her tits, and her ass twisted around 
the man's throbbing cockmeat. He leaned back and let her jumping, heaving 
body bring him off. 

Fawn felt cum splatter deep into her own guts as her soundless scream beat 
against the ball gags and orgasm after orgasm rolled through her body. 
Suddenly she knew she never wanted to stop. It was horrible, but she wanted 
this-the pain, the beating, the comes that sent her higher than she had ever 
been before. She deserved to be punished for wanting this terrible, evil 
thing. She wanted more and more as she hung on the rope. The last of the 
man's cum squirted into her ass. 

Fawn was moaning into the ball gags even as the man pulled out of her ass. 
She saw another man step in front of the bound and twitching body of her 
sister and lift Kerry's hips up until he could get his cock to the soft lips 
of her pussy. Sure enough, there was another man, masked like them all, 
stepping in front of Fawn as she moaned and rolled. He took her hips, and 
Fawn felt the tip of his cock against the entrance of her pussy. She stared 
through the mask at his eyes and felt him lifting her on his hard cock. Her 
pussy clutched hard at his stiff prickshaft. He picked her legs up and put 
them around his waist, making her fuck his cock. 

Then Fawn saw two men with thin whipping rods step behind Kerry, and she 
didn't need to be told that another two were behind her, too. Their arms 
went up and they beat down on the tied and impaled girls, one after another, 
stroke after stroke. 

Fawn leaped in the air and fell back onto the huge cock in her cunt as the 
first stroke of a rod went over her ass. Then the strokes fell faster and 
faster. Her body thrashed up and down. 

"Let her have it, boys. Her cunt goes crazy when you whip her like that," 
the man fucking her cunt said. 

There was no longer any way for Fawn to conceal what she felt. Each beat of 
the rods, each fuck of the cock into her cunt brought another biting orgasm, 
until she couldn't tell one orgasm from the other. She kept waiting for the 
final climax to heave her over the top and let her fall, but it didn't come, 
even when the man shot his cum into her, even when the rods stopped 
battering her ass. The man pulled his rapidly softening cock out of her. Her 
body was still twitching and begging for more. 

The ropes were let go. Fawn fell to the floor, moaning. The ball gags were 
taken out of her mouth, and her groans echoed into the room. 

"Oh give me more," she gasped shamelessly, "give me a cock, whip me, please, 
please!" 

She crawled on her knees and tried to get to a man standing a few feet away, 
his cock hard and ready. Hands grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back. 

"Later, bitch," said Miss Randle. "Suck that." She flung Fawn toward Kerry 
who had been forced onto her back and was lying there, her legs pulled wide, 
cum oozing from her pussy. 

Kerry moaned and heaved her hips, her eyes staring and as lust-filled as her 
sister's. Fawn crawled to her, Miss Randle pulling her by the hair the whole 
way. She' sank between her sister's thighs and her willing tongue licked 
over the spread lips of her sister's pussy, getting gobs of cum. 

Fawn felt a cock at her cunt. Another man pulled Kerry's beautiful face back 
until her head was arched and her shoulders were off the floor. Then he 
rammed his cock into her mouth, and Kerry gurgled and sucked while another 
cock fucked her between the tits. Two of the school-girls bent in and spread 
cream over Kerry's body, allowing the prickshaft between her flaming-red 
tits to fuck easily. Fawn saw their wicked little fingers take the cream and 
rub it over the man's balls as he fucked away. 

At the same time, the cock behind Fawn fucked home, and her cunt was once 
again filled by a man's hard prick. She sucked more cum from Kerry's pussy, 
running her tongue around inside the dripping, hot cunt passage. Fawn's own 
orgasms rolled on, but she needed more, she knew that now. It wasn't enough 
any longer to just have a cock in her cunt. She needed the pain to really 
set her off. 

Fawn sucked away at Kerry's wet cunt as the man fucking Kerry's mouth 
started to come, shooting his load down the obedient throat, ramming his 
cock as deep as he could go. The cock in Fawn's cunt was shooting, too, and 
cum ran down her thighs, mincing with her pouring pussy juices. She felt 
more of the delicious white fuck fluid gush into her hot little cunthole. 
Fawn saw the man fucking Kerry's tits, his cock shooting cum, lean forward 
and pour his spunk onto Kerry's face. 

The hand holding Fawn's head to Kerry's cunt relaxed, and the moaning, 
mewling little schoolgirl slave could crawl up. She saw a man standing 
close, his cock hard. Fawn went on her hands and knees, over to him, her 
fingers reaching for his cock, pulling his prick desperately to her hungry 
little mouth. She slid his cock in and let her throat muscles go to work. 

The man held Fawn's head and pulled her against him, forcing his twelve-inch 
cock into her mouth. Then he put his legs over her shoulders, holding her 
head tighter while he forced her body into a bow shape, bent back from her 
knees on the floor to her head between his legs, her mouth clamped tightly 
to his cock. 

Fawn gave a scream of utter lust as the first stroke of a new whipping 
landed across her tits. She murmured around the cock fucking farther and 
farther into her throat. Her orgasms rose at each beat of the whips on her 
tits. Fawn couldn't believe it when she effortlessly took his balls into her 
mouth as well and licked at them. 

The whips hit her tits. The pain surged and multiplied, and her orgasms rose 
to pitches of desire Fawn hadn't known existed. She begged for a whip on her 
pussy. When the first blow came, she surged over into a world of sensation. 
The whips beat her pussy and tits, the cock fucked deep into her throat, and 
she could feel the man's balls beginning to roll as his cum built and 
started to surge out. 

When he came; the taste of the hot salty fuck fluid in her mouth pushed her 
into a long orgasmic glide. The whipping went on, and the cum overflowed her 
lips and oozed down her chin. She sucked and swallowed as fast as she could, 
begging to get as much as she could. She came down from her sexual high as 
the flowing cum slowed, and the whips on her body pulled back and left her 
panting and finally satisfied-for the moment. 

She sucked and sucked at the wonderful great cock, getting all the cum, 
feeling the first twitches of a new erection in the prick as her skillful 
tongue played with the tip and her soft pouting lips worked up and down the 
cockshaft. The man held her there, making her suck for minutes on end, 
slowly stepping back until Fawn was on her knees in front of him again, her 
whipped tits pressing against his knees. He kept her there until his cock 
was hard again. 

"Well now, Fawn," said a voice she knew only too well, "that was a very 
disgusting thing to do, wasn't it? 

Fawn gasped and her mouth came off the cock as she looked up. The man took 
off his mask. He didn't need to, for she knew already the man was her 
father. 

"Sucking a man off like that-only really depraved little girls do that, 
don't they?" 

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," Fawn gasped and slid her father's cock back into 
her mouth. 

"And what do you think we should do with a little whore like that?" her 
father asked, running his fingers through her hair. 

"Ooooohhhhh, ooooohhhhh," Fawn gasped, her mouth going wild on his cock. 
"Oooohhhh, punish me, whip me, make me do anything you want, anything ... oh 
fuck, whip me!" 

With a groan of total lust, Fawn sank her mouth around her father's cock, 
her whole being aflame with slavish obedience and the desperate need for 
more pain and humiliation. 


End
