Kelly's Torment
by Unknown (LS-101)


    CHAPTER ONE 

    Kelly Morgan wore a thin silk tank top over her tight faded jeans. Her long, 
    golden blonde hair hung down around her bare shoulders and swept them as she 
    moved her head. Her lovely face was composed in thought as she gazed down at 
    the exam before her, and she seemed utterly unconscious of her effect on any 
    male who might be looking her way. 

    But she wasn't. Phil Stoneman knew she wasn't, the slut. Every time she 
    moved, even a little, the hard little buds that were her nipples slid across 
    shimmering line of her tank top. His cock bulged as he thought of what he'd 
    like to do with her, her and her hard nipples. 

    The slut. 

    He shifted his gaze slightly, slumping just a bit in his seat as he tried to 
    look further up Marsha Stansfield's skirt. She wore a tight black dress that 
    did nothing to hide her perfect, hourglass figure. The hem of the dress was 
    barely below her crotch as she sat, and he cursed his position. If he were 
    just a bit more to the right he was sure he'd be able to see right up to her 
    crotch. He wondered what color, what kind of panties she wore. String 
    bikinis, probably. Or maybe a G-string. Maybe she didn't wear underwear. 

    The slut. 

    Susan Connors finished her test and brought it up to the front. 

    "Finished already, Susan." 

    "It was easy, Mr. Stoneman," she smiled. 

    "We'll see," he smiled back. 

    Boy I'd love to fuck you, he thought to himself. 

    Susan turned and walked to the door. He carefully glanced at her ass, being 
    very cautious so nobody would notice. He couldn't afford to have people see 
    him checking out the girls, especially not the ones in his class. The Board 
    of Education frowned on teachers who thought too much about fuckin their 
    students. 

    But how was he to help himself. He was surrounded day after day, by luscious 
    female flesh, all of it ripe and soft and firm, ready for a stiff one. Hell, 
    most of them were fucking like bunnies anyway. What harm could his cock do? 

    Get you fired, a voice said inside his head. 

    Get you arrested, another voice said. 

    Get you divorced, a third said. 

    So much wonderful looking pussy, so much beautiful, full rounded tit meat, 
    such pretty, delicate little lips and mouths, and he couldn't touch any of 
    it. Life simply wasn't fair. 

    * * * 

    Joe Mullins was getting angry, which he did a lot lately, especially since 
    his bitch wife had left him and taken his kids with her. 

    "I don't care what you think of the value of psychology, Jordan. The Board 
    of Education says you learn it or you don't graduate." 

    "What a crock," the blond sniffed in her bored monotone voice. 

    "Just read the chapter." 

    "But it's so booooring," she whined. 

    I'll bore you, you stupid blonde cunt, he thought. 

    "It's important for interpersonal relations. It's far from boring." 

    "But it iiiiiis. I hate this stuff," she sulked. Her lower lip stuck out 
    petulantly as she stood there, slouching. 

    He imagined pulling her across his lap, taking off his belt and whapping her 
    ass until it turned red. Sulky little bitch. 

    "I can't help that. Read it and learn it. You can't afford another D this 
    term." 

    She rolled her eyes, which made her open the lids more than half way for 
    once. Normally she put on such a constant bored look that she kept her eyes 
    barely wide enough to see through. 

    "Alll riiiight," she asked slumping away. 

    Fucking brat, he thought. Thinks she's so fucking cool. Jesus, what a dumb 
    little cunt. 

    Lisa Redmond stepped up next, face smiling. He carefully did not look at her 
    chest, though that was hard since there was so much of it. He'd dreamed 
    about fucking Lisa Redmond for most of the term, especially fucking those 
    gorgeous melons of hers. 

    "Hi, Lisa," he said. 

    "Hi, Mr. Stoneman." 

    "Finished the assignment." 

    "Uh huh. Took me hours." 

    "Well, not much in life is easy." 

    Bet you are though, with tits like those. 

    "Will it pull my mark up, you know?" 

    "Hard to tell, you're already a high B." 

    "I want an A." 

    "Well, I'll have to read it." 

    He imagined her on all fours, those big melons hanging down below her like 
    udders, her ass in the air, legs apart, puffy cunt mound all ready ... all 
    ready for him. 

    She had a pretty, though not beautiful face, with thick, wavy brown hair. 
    She was smart, nice, and polite, which made her unusual enough. 

    But that body ... 

    She smiled and turned away. 

    * * * 

    "I know you copied off Mark Prentice." 

    "Like fuck I did!" 

    "Watch your mouth, Nicole." 

    "I didn't copy, okay?" 

    "Your answers are the same as Mark. Even the mistakes are the same." 

    "So?" 

    "So you copied." 

    "Fuck you, man. Prove it." 

    She stood there in front of his desk glaring at him, her mouth drawn into a 
    sulky sneer. She wore all black, jeans, shoes, T-shirt and jacket. Her hair 
    was black, dyed that way, and messy. 

    Nice body, though. 

    "I don't have to prove anything, Nicole. I'm giving you an F ... again." 

    "You can't do that! You prick! I got most of them right!" 

    "Mark did." 

    "Maybe he copied off me, huh. You ever think of that?" 

    "He's a straight A student." And you're a brainless little slut. 

    "Oh, so, like that means I'm guilty, right!" 

    "Right." 

    "That's not fair!" 

    "Seems fair to me. If you want to get good marks, study some instead of 
    spending all your time partying." 

    "I'll spend my time however I want to. Fuck you if you don't like it!" 

    "You can go and see Mr. Turner about your language too." 

    "Kiss my ass! Fuckin' asshole!" She turned and stuck her ass out, slapping 
    it, then gave him the finger as she walked away. 

    He held down his fury. Stinking slut, he thought. He imagined grabbing her 
    by her hair, shoving her against the desk and taking a yardstick to her ass, 
    maybe yanking her pants down in front of the whole class and whapping her 
    bare ass. 

    Then he imagined her on her knees in front of him, naked, hands tied behind 
    her back, sucking his cock as he held her hair clenched in his hand. That 
    would teach the little whore who was boss. Stinking bitch! 

    He turned back to his desk, trying to calm down. He'd get the last laugh, 
    anyway. What was a whore like Nicole going to get out of life? Nothing. She 
    was very unlikely to graduate, and even if she did he doubted she'd make 
    much out of life. 

    She'd probably marry some construction worker who sat around the house in 
    his underwear with his beer belly hanging out. She'd have four kids before 
    she was twenty and gain fifty pounds. Cheap white trash, he thought. 

    The bell rang and the rest of the class left. He gratefully gathered up his 
    things and headed out with them. He walked down the hall to the teacher's 
    lounge and joined Phil Stoneman and Joe Mullins at a corner table. 

    "Hi, guys," he sighed. "How's it going?" 

    "Usual." 

    "Yeah." 

    He took out his sandwiches and set them down in front of him and the three 
    ate slowly and silently for a while. 

    "You see Lisa Redmond today, Mike?" Joe asked quietly, grinning. 

    "I saw her. God, she's got a pair." 

    "Can't wait for tomorrow." 

    "Why?" 

    "It's supposed to be ninety six out." 

    "Shit. Gonna be hot as a sweatshop in here." 

    "Yeah, but how will the girls dress?" 

    "You're a pervert Phil." 

    "Yeah, that's true. Don't tell me you don't exercise your eyes on some of 
    these tight assed girls." 

    "I've been exercising my imagination on 'em," Joe snorted. "Especially since 
    Joan left me. I'd like to pin a few down across my desk and shove it up 
    their cunts till they scream." 

    "Yeah, but when they scream you'll get arrested," Phil said. 

    "I tell you, I'd like to give it to that little bitch Nicole." 

    "Who's that?" 

    "The bitch who wears all black. Black hair, jacket, pants, boots or shoes 
    ..." 

    "Oh yeah. Smart mouthed little bitch." 

    "Yeah. You shoulda heard what she said to me in class. Told me to fuck 
    myself and kiss her ass. Then she gave me the finger." 

    "Oh for the days of corporal punishment," Joe sighed. 

    "Yeah. I'd love to take a ruler to her ass." 

    "I'd love to take a cock to it," Joe said. "Just bend her over and RRRRR!" 
    he made a motion. "That'd straighten her out." 

    "I don't think lack of sex is her problem," Phil snorted. 

    "Unlike Joe," Mike grinned. 

    "Fuck you guys." 

    "Tell you who I'd like to do," Phil said. "That sulky little Jordan Foster. 
    She never even opens her eyes except to roll them upwards." 

    "Yeah, walks around like she's bored with the whole world," Joe nodded. 

    "I'd like to bend her over and shove my dick right up her asshole. Bet 
    that'd pop her eyes open," Phil growled. 

    "Ever think about seriously doing it?" Joe asked quietly. 

    "Seriously? Come on. I value my job and my freedom too much for that." 

    "Yeah, can you imagine how a girl like Nicole would blackmail you if you 
    pumped her pussy?" Mike nodded. 

    "What if she didn't know it was you?" 

    "How wouldn't she know?" 

    "Well," he said, casually. "Like if you had a mask or something." 

    "You mean like ... rape her, jump out of a fuckin' bush or something? You're 
    crazy, man." 

    "I'm not talking about jumping out of a bush! Use your head!" 

    "Well, then ... " 

    "It'd be pretty easy to grab her, take her off somewhere, like, say ... my 
    bomb shelter, or your cottage, and then just do her over and over and over." 

    "She'd know it was you." 

    "Not if you kept a ski mask on, and you didn't talk. She wouldn't know 
    then." 

    "You'd go to jail for five years," Phil said. 

    "Mike. You're the mathematician. Everyone knows that only one tenth of rapes 
    are reported, right?" Mike nodded. 

    "And of those reported, only about an eight or a tenth or something like 
    that, are caught. And of those caught less than half are charged and 
    convicted. What are your odds then, of getting away with it?" 

    "Pretty high, unless she recognizes you." 

    "But if you were careful, you'd get away with it." 

    "So what? Are you that desperate for pussy? Go find a whore, man." 

    "Why should I pay for it when it's walkin' around here all over the God 
    damned place?" 

    "You guys read about that guy in California?" Phil grinned. "Kidnapped a 
    girl and kept her as a sex slave for six years?" 

    "Wouldn't that be nice," Mike grinned. "Hot pussy ready to eat any time you 
    wanted it." 

    "No headaches, no I'm too tired, no, I have to get up early tomorrow," Joe 
    snorted. 

    "You know," Phil said thoughtfully. "Teenage girls are exceptionally 
    malleable." 

    "That's for sure," Joe sniggered. 

    "I meant their minds," Phil glared. "They have little self-confidence and 
    are very easily influenced. I bet if you got one alone you could brainwash 
    her in no time, turn her into a fawning little whore." 

    "Come on, guys," Mike said. "This kind of talk is dangerous." 

    "Who'd miss someone like Nicole Hunter? That little slut is trouble to 
    everyone who knows her. All she's destined for is welfare like her mother." 

    "Her mother's an alky." 

    "So? She'll probably take after her. That kind of thing runs in the family." 

    "She's got some kind of body, y'know." 

    "This is dumb," Mike laughed. 

    "But think about it, her naked, in my bomb shelter, totally at our mercy, a 
    slave ... " 

    They went back to class, but Joe thought about it all day, getting more and 
    more excited. That evening he went down to his bomb shelter. It was a relic 
    of the cold war, and used now for storage, though it was mostly empty. 

    It was about twelve by twelve, with a side room that held a shower and sink. 
    There was a few cots there, and some food and water. It wouldn't take much 
    to make it over, he thought. Put in a big double bed, a brass bed, something 
    with corners he could tie a girls' arms to. 

    His cock gave a little bounce at the thought of that. He could put in a rug, 
    maybe hang some chains from the ceiling, chains to hang a girl from her 
    wrists, maybe whip her when she was bad. He could buy some bondage gear easy 
    enough. 

    He examined the door. It was thick and steel. In order to keep panicky 
    people from opening it and running out it required a key to open from 
    inside, as well as outside. It led up a narrow flight of stairs to his 
    basement. There, the entrance to the stairs was covered by a false wall. 

    He could keep anything down here and nobody would know. Nobody would guess. 
    Jesus, he thought. Am I really, seriously contemplating this? 

    It had been months since he'd had any pussy. The thought of hot, tight young 
    pussy, available every day and night, made his cock stiffen. He could do 
    anything he wanted too. If he wanted to fuck her in the ass, he'd do it. If 
    he wanted a blow job, he'd get it. He'd choose the position. He'd choose 
    everything. 

    And what girl would he pick, a stranger? It'd be easier to get someone he 
    knew, but who? Nicole Hunter. What about her? That slut! She was a foul 
    mouthed whore. Mike wasn't the only teacher she'd given the finger too. She 
    was cheap trash. Nobody'd miss her except her alky mother, and if he 
    remembered right, she'd gone off on her own before. Everyone would just 
    think she'd taken off again. 

    * * * 

    "Nicole." 

    Nick turned and raised her cigarette to her lips, then took a puff as she 
    saw Mr. Mullins pull up in his car. 

    "What?" she demanded. 

    "You didn't turn in your paper today." 

    "So?" she sniffed, taking another puff. He sighed. "Get in for a moment, 
    Nicole. I'd like to talk." 

    "I ain't got time." 

    "It will only take a minute." 

    "Why should I? I ain't in school, man." 

    "It will only take a minute," he glared. 

    She glared back, then, with a long suffering look, jerked the door open and 
    threw herself in. She sat down hard, arms folded across her chest as she 
    looked out the front windshield. 

    He had been watching her discretely for the past week or so. Nicole Hunter 
    was really a pretty girl. If she'd put any effort into it she could be a 
    beauty. Instead she walked around in that dumb leather jacket and oversized 
    sweaters and sweatshirts, acting like a rebel without a cause. 

    "Where are you going?" 

    "Home, I guess." 

    "On Baker street? I'll drive you. See, you'll actually save time by talking 
    to me." 

    "Yeah, yeah," she sighed, slamming the door closed. 

    Just wait, cunt, he thought. 

    "You don't put much effort into school, do you?" he said, driving around the 
    corner and headed towards her street. 

    "Why should I? It's all bullshit anyway? You get a fuckin' diploma and then 
    you go on fuckin' unemployment. Big fuckin' deal." 

    She puffed the last of her cigarette and stubbed it out, then pulled a pack 
    from her pants and took out a fresh one. 

    "There's something I'd like to show you," he said, pulling over to the side 
    next to an empty lot. 

    "I bet," she smirked, putting the cigarette in her mouth and taking out her 
    lighter. 

    He pulled the stun gun from under the seat and pushed it into the side of 
    her neck, then pulled the trigger. She let out a sharp cry and jerked away, 
    falling against the door, stunned. The unlit cigarette and lighter fell to 
    the floor. 

    She moaned weakly, her jaw quivering. He pushed the gun into her side and 
    fired again. She cried out again, a soft gurgling sound. She quivered and 
    twitched helplessly. 

    He quickly gripped her arm, twisting her around towards the door. He pulled 
    both arms behind her and took out his handcuffs, then cuffed them together. 
    Then he took out a ball gag and shoved the thick leather ball into her 
    gasping mouth, pulling the strap around her head and fastening it. 

    All that took less than twenty seconds. He started up the car again, driving 
    normally. He reached out with one hand and gripped her hair, pulling her 
    forward, bending her forward and shoving her off the seat and onto the 
    floor. 

    She didn't put up any resistance at first. But as she recovered from the 
    shocks she started to make louder noises and tried to get back on the seat. 
    He shoved her back with his foot. 

    "Stay there, you cunt, or I'll zap you again," he snapped. 

    She looked up at him in fear, small sounds coming through the thick gag. She 
    struggled to pull her hands out of the cuffs, twisting and rolling on the 
    floor. 

    His place was twenty minutes away. He had to zap her once more, but she 
    stayed biddable after that. He used the automatic garage door opener, drove 
    in, then closed it behind him. 

    "You do exactly what you're told, you smart assed bitch, or I'll stick this 
    up your cunt and pull the trigger," he glared, showing her the stun gun. 

    He got out of the car, went around to the other side, and opened the door, 
    then pulled her out. She made inarticulate noises through the gag, probably 
    threats, but he ignored her, holding her firmly by one arm as he led her 
    into his house, then down to the basement. 

    He led her to the false wall, opened it and pulled her to the small 
    stairway. Now she resisted, pulling desperately back, trying to run away. He 
    shoved the zapper right into her crotch and pulled the trigger. 

    She screamed, the sound not very loud through the gag, and fell back against 
    the wall, then tumbled to the floor. He reached over and pulled her up by 
    the arm, then lifted her over his shoulder and carried her down to the bomb 
    shelter. 

    The room had changed in the last week. The center was now occupied by a king 
    sized bed with tall corner posts. He heaved her on it then went back and 
    closed the door, locking it. 

    "You can scream all you want now, baby. Nobody will hear you," he said, 
    grinning. She looked up in terror, then looked around. 

    "What do you think of your new home?" he grinned, waving an arm around. 

    In one corner there was a TV on a wheeled stand, with a VCR below it. A 
    stereo sat next to that, also on a wheeled cart. Electrical equipment sat on 
    another cart, next to the first two. 

    At one end of the room was a square frame, standing upright. Chains were 
    screwed to all four corners. Not far from it was a T shaped device about 
    four feet tall, made of four by four wooden beams, set on a wide stand. The 
    horizontal, or upper bar, had a pair of chains on the opposite ends. There 
    were straps near the bottom of the vertical beam too. Chains hung from the 
    ceiling in several locations, and there was a modified saw horse in a far 
    corner. 

    There were several built in cupboards, all with locked doors. He went to one 
    and opened it, then took out a riding crop. He showed it to the wide-eyed 
    teenager, then slashed it down onto the bed beside her. 

    "That's for you if you don't do what you're told, slut," he growled. 

    He put it on a table next to the bed, then approached her. She moaned and 
    shuffled back on the bed. He laughed, reached down, and grabbed her by an 
    ankle, dragging her over to the side of the bed. She tried to kick him with 
    her other foot and he backhanded her hard. 

    "I told you, you do what you're told, slut, or you'll be very, very sorry," 
    he glared. He pulled her to the side of the bed and took off her black 
    boots, then reached for her pants. She whimpered and twisted away. He 
    grabbed her by the hair, dragging her out of the bed. She screamed in pain 
    but the sound was little more than a muffled moan through the thick 
    ball-gag. 

    He pulled her up against her, standing to one side, jerking her head back by 
    the hair as she writhed in pain and fear. 

    "Not so smart now, are you, slut?" he grinned, jerking harder on her hair. 
    He pulled her jacket over her shoulders, letting it fall back onto her arms. 

    "Nice tits. Hardly notice them in the getup you wear, but they're pretty 
    good sized, aren't they?" he grinned. 

    He cupped her right breast, squeezing it through her sweatshirt. She rolled 
    her eyes in terror. 

    He slid his hand down to her crotch and cupped it tight, squeezing her 
    pussy. 

    "I'm gonna fuck you, and fuck you, and fuck you," he grinned. "I'm gonna 
    fuck you till it comes out your ears, you slut." 

    He stroked her pussy, then undid her pants and shoved his hand down the 
    front. 

    "No underwear. What a slut," he sneered, ramming his hand down into the mass 
    of pussy hair and feeling the heat of her crotch. 

    She trembled but did nothing, other than moan. 

    He jerked her pants down over her hips, then shoved her forward across a 
    table. 

    "MmmmmmmmHMmmmmmm," he said appreciatively. "That's a nice ass there, 
    Nicky." He slapped his hand down onto her rounded ass, digging his ringers 
    in. He laughed as she jerked violently, then slid his hand in between her 
    thighs and cupped her bare pussy, squeezing it hard, then harder. 

    She squirmed desperately, moaning and groaning through the gag. 

    "Don't worry, slut. You're gonna get a good hard one soon." 

    He undid her cuffs, ready for trouble, but as soon as she started struggling 
    he shoved her head down, his hand still gripping her hair, took the stun gun 
    out of his pocket, and rammed it right up against her warm pussy mound, then 
    zapped her. 

    She howled in agony, her thighs smashing into the edge of the table, her 
    body bucking and jerking maniacally. He sniggered, put the stun gun back in 
    his pocket, and pulled her jacket off over her arms. He gripped her 
    sweatshirt and pulled it up, yanking it up over her shoulders and off. Then 
    opened her bra and slid it over her shoulders. 

    She twitched and moaned and grunted, still dazed by the stun gun. He pulled 
    her wrists back together and cuffed them, then reached down and jerked her 
    pants off over her ankles. 

    Now she was completely naked, and he had to stand back to admire the view. 
    He licked his lips in hunger as his eyes scanned the perfect, round ass 
    flesh, the little pussy mound sticking out below her buttocks, and the soft, 
    white ivory flesh that covered her nubile, shapely body. 

    He gripped her hair, forcing her upright, then twisted her halfway around so 
    he could admire her front view. He gave a low whistle and cupped her right 
    breast. 

    "Nice melons," he said appreciatively. "Real nice body you got Nicky girl." 

    He turned her back and shoved her face down across the table again. 

    "Kid, you are gonna get fucked, and fucked hard," he grinned. 

     CHAPTER TWO 

    Nicole bit down hard on the gag, whimpering in terror and humiliation. 
    Though she'd put on a big show at school, the truth was she was still a 
    virgin. She'd never quite gone all the way, despite the urges she often 
    felt. 

    Now her body quivered uncontrollably, both with fear, and the remnants of 
    the electric shock he'd zapped her with. Adrenalin tore through her system, 
    making her heart pound like a trip hammer. Her pussy hurt, hurt like it was 
    burned. 

    She gasped as she felt his hand on her ass cheeks. It stroked them slowly, 
    admiringly, coasting along her rounded skin with a soft touch. She heard him 
    murmuring in pleasure and whimpered in embarrassment and fear. 

    He cupped her ass then, his fingers squeezing the soft skin, then he slid 
    his hand under and cupped her pussy mound, squeezing that. Nausea filled her 
    and she retched into the gag, almost missing the finger which pierced her 
    tight pussy lips. 

    He slid it into her to the first joint, then the second, then all the way to 
    the knuckle, pressing the tip against her cherry. He hooted in delight as he 
    touched it and she cringed inwardly. 

    "A fuckin' cherry! I never woulda believed it. You snooty little bitch. I 
    guess you're too much of a bitch to let anyone into your pants, huh?" 

    He slapped her ass then, pumping his finger up and down inside the front of 
    her cunt tube. 

    "Don't look so hot now, do you, bitch?" he chortled. He slapped her ass 
    again and she jerked in pain. 

    "Remember giving me the finger, Nicky? You give that out a lot, don't you. 
    Real tough girl, aren't you? Well, I got something for you, something I've 
    been wanting to do for a long time." 

    He reached above her and she turned her head just in time to see him take 
    what looked like a ping pong paddle off the end of the table. The rubber 
    molding had been pulled off, leaving it bare. She jerked and twisted, trying 
    to escape, but he had a fist in her hair and held her tightly pressed 
    against the table. 

    "Now, smart ass, you're gonna get just what you deserve. After I'm done with 
    you you won't be mouthing off to anyone ever again." 

    There was no sound and no notice, but suddenly the paddle cracked against 
    her ass. It produced a loud CRACK of noise and a sharp, agonizing blast of 
    pain in her behind. She screamed into the gag, the pain like an explosion in 
    her skull. 

    He laughed, then the paddle cracked down again, then again, then again, then 
    again, each time producing a fresh explosive blast of pain. She screamed 
    again and again, hardly able to believe that a paddle could hurt so much. 
    Her ass burned like it was on fire and she could do nothing to protect it as 
    the laughing teacher brought the paddle down again and again. 

    She burst into tears, grinding her teeth on the gag as her ass boiled and 
    burned. Each new crack of noise sent the agony lancing through her system. 
    Her brain was surrounded by pain, threatening to burst through her skull. 

    He laughed as he spanked her with the paddle, laughed and laughed, but the 
    humiliation meant nothing to her, not compared to the awful pain that was 
    burning her up. She begged, pleaded for him to stop. If only the gag were 
    out she would have promised him anything to get him to stop. 

    Finally he did. She continued to sob miserably, her ass burning and red, 
    tears trickling down her face. He pulled her upright by the hair again, 
    bending her back. His face was a mask of delight and happiness as he gazed 
    at her. 

    "Well, well, well. So the tough girl is crying, is she? What a shame? Did 
    her little bum get hurt?" 

    He put down the paddle and pulled her backwards by the hair, shoving her 
    against the bed. Her knees hit the side and she was forced onto it, then he 
    shoved down on her head, pushing her face into the mattress as he stood 
    behind her. 

    Her knees were on the edge of the mattress, her ass sticking up in the air 
    as he held her face down and cupped her pussy mound. 

    "Ready to get fucked, Nicky? Ready for my cock? You're gonna love it. 
    Whether you've fucked or not you're a slut at heart, a real, cheap whore." 

    He let go of her hair and she heard his zipper going down. She was still 
    sobbing in misery, her body shaking as she sucked in great gasps of air 
    through her nose. 

    She felt something touch her slit, something that wasn't his finger. It was 
    soft and rubbed up and down the length of her cunt crack. Then it drew away 
    and she felt his finger again, sliding into her, pumping quickly. It moved 
    very fast, and she felt something wet and oily back there. 

    "Get you all ready," he murmured. 

    His finger came out and then she felt his cockhead again, what she knew was 
    his cockhead even without seeing it. It rubbed up and down her suddenly 
    slippery cunt crack, then pushed in, forcing her pussy lips in and back, 
    sliding into her inch by inch. 

    It hit her cherry, drew back a little, then, gripping her hips tightly, he 
    thrust forward hard. His cock tore through her cherry and on into her belly 
    as she cried out in sorrow and pain. 

    "Pop goes the cheeeeery," he sang, jerking his hips back a little, then 
    thrusting forward again. 

    He slapped her ass several times, laughing in amusement as he worked his 
    prick deeper into her body. His thighs ground into her buttocks as he 
    twisted his cock around inside her. She felt the long, thick thing going 
    amazingly deep inside her, to where she'd never before felt anything. 

    She whimpered a little in some pain as his cock forced her unused fuck 
    tunnel open. It still didn't hurt as much as her ass did, but it was getting 
    there. 

    His cock moved easily in that part of her that he'd forced open, and she 
    knew he must have put something in her, some kind of oil or other. Then he 
    slid both arms around her belly and hugged her tightly as he rammed his 
    belly forward. 

    His cock spiked up into her belly to the hilt and she groaned anew around 
    the gag. 

    "There you are, kid," he grunted. "You got it all now. Your first cock." 

    He drew back a little, then rammed forward once more. 

    With his boner firmly embedded inside her he twisted around again, grinding 
    into her, then he held her hips and began a steady pumping motion. The 
    strokes were slow at first, slow and shallow, but the lengthened and speeded 
    up rapidly, until he was ramming his cock into her with brutal strength, 
    using the full length of his fuck tool to tear open her fuck channel. 

    "Tight little pussy you got here, Nicky. Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! I could 
    fuck you all day," he panted, his thighs slapping against her ass cheeks. 

    She remembered seeing a porno movie once, where a woman was getting fucked 
    from behind. She remembered thinking how degrading it seemed, sticking her 
    ass up to get poked by a guy. She knew she looked just like that and felt 
    filthy and cheap and revolted. 

    But fear and shock overrode all other feelings. She was afraid of what else 
    he planned to do to her. Would he kill her so she couldn't tell anyone? Not 
    that she would. This was too humiliating. If he let her go she knew she 
    wouldn't tell a soul. 

    His cock was pumping steadily inside her lower belly. It was an amazing 
    sensation, one she'd never imagined before. She'd never thought what it 
    would feel like to have this, this thing moving inside her, touching deep 
    parts of her body, sliding up and down in her gut. 

    She'd always imagined it would feel good, but she hadn't known it would 
    happen like this, and hadn't imagined the sensation as it moved within her, 
    inside her. It didn't hurt much anymore. At least that was something to be 
    grateful for. Her ass didn't hurt quite as much either, though it still 
    burned. 

    It sawed back and forth between her pussy lips, and she could feel each 
    indentation in his cock, could feel the veins and hairs as they moved 
    through her cunt entrance and into her body. His cock was very long, she 
    thought. It seemed to take an endless time to get from the tip of her cunt 
    shaft to the bottom. 

    I'm being fucked, she thought dazedly. I'm getting fucked. Fucked! 

    Well, there was no denying that, not with his cock pumping in her belly and 
    his hands digging into her hips. It wasn't so bad, she thought. Even getting 
    raped wasn't nearly as bad as that awful paddle. She'd rather get fucked ten 
    times than have her ass beaten by that paddle again. 

    He fucked harder now, his hips slamming into her buttocks, throwing her 
    forward on her shoulders and face as he pounded his cock into her with 
    growing violence. She grunted repeatedly into the gag as his body smashed 
    against hers, trying not to be thrown over. 

    Then he grunted and buried his tool inside her as he threw a series of 
    short, high speed cock strokes into her. 

    "Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! Yeahhhh! Oohhhh! You bitch! Fuckin' bitch! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! 
    Take that, slut! Take it up your cunt!" 

    He slowed down, panting for breath. 

    "Now you got a belly full of sperm, Nicky baby. Hope you like it. It's the 
    first of many." 

    He slowed and stopped, leaning against her ass for balance as he let his 
    cock soften. It didn't soften all that much because he was so excited, and 
    he knew he'd be ready again in a minute or two. He pulled his tool out, 
    watching with interest as her fuck hole slowly close behind it. 

    He shoved her so she fell over on her side, then pulled her leg and flipped 
    her onto her back. She looked up at him in fear and he smiled in 
    satisfaction. 

    "How'd you like that, tough girl?" 

    He reached down and undid her gag, slipping the strap off and pulling the 
    soft, chewy ball out of her mouth. She swallowed several times and licked 
    her lips as he grinned insolently. 

    "Ain't no virgin now, are you?" he taunted. 

    "Will you let me go now? Please?" 

    "Not by a long shot, baby. You're here for the long haul." 

    "For how long?" she gulped. 

    "Long as I want, and that could be a long, long, long time." 

    She stared up at him in disbelief. 

    "But ... but you have to let me go." 

    "Why?" 

    "My mother ... " 

    "Is a drunken sot. Besides, you've left before without telling anyone, 
    sometimes for days. Nobody will be too concerned when you don't show up at 
    school either, I can assure you of that." 

    "But how long are you going to keep me here?" she whined. 

    "I don't know, weeks, months, years maybe." 

    "You can't!" 

    "Why not?" 

    "Please, Mr. Mullins! Please! I promise not to tell anyone!" 

    "You won't tell anyone from here, honey." 

    "But ... " 

    "Enough whining! I don't want to hear another word from you about letting 
    you go. Clear?" 

    "But, Mr. Mullins ... " 

    "I asked you if that was clear!" he snapped. "Or do you want me to show you 
    what the riding crop will feel like on that pretty little ass of yours. You 
    thought the paddle was bad ... " 

    He picked up the paddle and ran it through his fingers and she shut up 
    immediately, trying to blink the tears away from her eyes. 

    "Get on the floor, slut." 

    "I'm not a slut," she wailed. 

    He slashed his hand down, cracking the back of it against her face and 
    knocking her back into the bed. 

    "Don't argue with me, you two bit whore!" he shouted. 

    He dragged her to the edge, then grabbed her hair again and pulled her out 
    of bed and onto her knees beside it. He took off the rest of his clothes, 
    then stood straight in front of her, legs apart, arms folded across his 
    chest. 

    He smiled smugly. 

    "Come on, slut. Suck my cock. I'm sure you've done that before." 

    She had, but didn't like it. She gazed up at him. He seemed impossibly tall 
    from her position. She shifted her gaze down to his cock, glistening and 
    shiny, covered with veins and hair and already half hard. 

    "Suck it, slut, or I'll take the crop to you." 

    She eased forward on her knees, her back straight as she came level with it. 
    she had to tilt her head back somewhat to get her lips around it, and when 
    she felt the head slip between them she had to fight not to gag or barf. 

    She sucked it into her mouth and tasted his sperm on the end, along with 
    some oily substance she supposed had been what he'd put inside her. His cock 
    throbbed and began to harden almost at once as she slid her lips down its 
    length. 

    "Don't know why you'd want to go anywhere, anyway," he said. "What the fuck 
    do you do all day except smoke cigarettes, loaf around, cause trouble for 
    people and be a smart ass. You're much better off here. All you have to do 
    is fuck, and you were made for that." 

    She bobbed her lips up and down his now rock-hard prick, sliding her tongue 
    against the underside of his head as it slipped back and forth. He stood 
    above her unmoving, his arms still folded as he looked down at her proudly. 

    She felt like biting his cock, but she knew he'd beat the shit out of her if 
    she did. 

    "That's enough for now, slut," he said. "Stand up." 

    She stood and he unlocked her handcuffs, tossing them on the table. 

    "I don't need these now, do I? You know what'll happen if you don't do what 
    you're told." 

    She nodded her head and he pulled her onto the bed. 

    He lay her down and lay on his side next to her, his eyes moving up and down 
    her body. He put a hand on her belly, stroking idly, then slid it up to her 
    breasts, squeezing and fondling them as he looked at them in pleasure. 

    "Nice tits. I love tits." 

    He bent and began to slide his tongue over her left breast, circling her 
    nipple. Then he lapped right over it a few times, before closing his lips 
    and sucking. He sucked it into his mouth and gnawed lightly with his teeth, 
    making wet, slurping noises. 

    She looked past him to the door. It was big and solid, and looked steel. But 
    it looked so close. If she could just get there and fling it open, if she 
    could just get a foot ahead of him she knew he'd never catch her, not in a 
    million years. 

    She knew one thing, nobody would miss her much or make any fuss if she went 
    missing for a few days. She didn't seriously contemplate the idea that he 
    might keep her hear for weeks or months or years like he said. 

    His hand stroked her body, now cupping and squeezing her tit, now sliding up 
    and down over her pussy. He pushed two fingers into her mouth and made her 
    suck them as he pumped them in and out, then slid them down into her cunt, 
    then back into her mouth again. 

    "Hot little slut," he said, grinning. 

    He rolled over on top of her and pressed his mouth against hers. She tried 
    to turn her head away but he gripped her hair and jerked it hard, twisting 
    her head up and back. She gasped in pain and his mouth covered hers, his 
    tongue pushing through her lips. 

    He kissed her savagely hard as his boner pushed against her pussy. He 
    reached down and gripped it, then let it go. His mouth came free of hers and 
    he knelt between her legs, grinning still. 

    "Take my cock and put it in your twat," he said. 

    She swallowed, then reached down and took it gingerly, then fitted the head 
    against her slit. He pushed forward in one, smooth, hard, steady thrust 
    until it was buried in her quim and his weight was pushing down on her groin 
    and belly and chest. 

    His mouth covered hers again and his tongue pushed into her. He rolled 
    lightly from side to side, twisting his cock inside her furry box, then 
    began to rut slowly, using the springs to throw himself up and down on top 
    of her. 

    He reached down and gripped her legs behind the knees, lifting them up and 
    shoving them back against her. He put his weight on them, raising her 
    buttocks as he jammed them down against her chest, then rose and began a 
    hard, steady pumping, his cock slicing in and out of her cunt slit. 

    She could do nothing as he crushed her in two and used her pussy for his 
    pleasure. He was so smug and self-satisfied as he looked down at her that 
    she dearly, dearly wanted to kill him. But all she did was lay there as he 
    fucked down into her pussy hole. 

    His cock didn't hurt much this time, though it was, to her, still a very 
    unique sensation, the movement inside her difficult to get used to. In the 
    position he had forced her onto his prick was stabbing right down into her 
    belly, and his heavy hips slammed her ass down again and again, only to have 
    the springs throw it back up again. 

    He slid his hands further down her legs, onto her calves, then her ankles, 
    shoving them way back against the side of her head. Her thighs and back 
    ached fiercely as he stretched the tendons and muscles, but he didn't seem 
    to care a damn about that. 

    He pushed her feet back next to her head, opening her up in a humiliating 
    position. Her cunt and asshole must gape now, she thought as the grinning 
    man rammed his hips down into her again and again. 

    "Oh baby! Oh yeah! Unhg! Ungh! Ungh! Gonna teach you! Yeah! Gonna teach you 
    good! Ungh! UNgh! UNgh!" 

    He bounced wildly atop her slender body, using the springs to launch himself 
    upwards, his cock ripping up her cunt pipe, then slamming back down into her 
    with terrible force. She gasped in pain, grunting helplessly as his weight 
    crashed into her repeatedly, as his stiff boner, stabbed deep into her 
    belly. 

    Long minutes past as he bounced on her and she thought she would go mad with 
    the terrible, battering he was giving her. Her body felt torn and stretched 
    and crushed to its ultimate limit and she groaned with the strain of her 
    unnatural position. 

    Finally he let out a gasp and drove his prong into the deepest pit of her 
    crotch slit, then pumped a hot, creamy load of sperm into her body. 

    He lay atop her for a minute, panting, then rolled off, allowing her to 
    unfold her aching, strained body. She moaned as her legs came down and her 
    spine was allowed to straighten. Her arms felt crushed and torn beneath her 
    and could hardly move. 

    He lay on her other side, sighing languorously, a smile on his face. Nicole 
    was weak, but she thought she saw a chance, just a small one, to get up now 
    and run to the door. True, her hands were cuffed, but surely she could twist 
    around and turn the doorknob, then race up the stairs. 

    No, she couldn't do it, not with her hands behind her. But his terrible 
    crushing and squashing of her body had at least limbered it up. She thought 
    that she could, without much difficulty, slide her cuffed hands down beneath 
    her soft buttocks and thus have them in front of her. 

    She looked at him. He wasn't looking back. She turned, grunting slightly, 
    and pulled her hands down, bending forward as she did. Her hands slid down 
    below her ass cheeks, and she quickly drew her legs back through her arms 
    and brought her hands up in front of her. 

    He turned and blinked in surprise, then scowled. She rolled away and 
    staggered to her feet, stumbling towards the door. 

    "Get back here, you slut!" he snapped, rolling off the bed and grabbing at 
    her. 

    Nicole hit the door, her hands frantically jerking on the knob. It wouldn't 
    move at all. Too late, she saw the keyhole just above. Her mind turned to 
    terror and she turned quickly as he stalked up to her. She lashed out with 
    her hands, clawing at him. 

    He snarled in fury, knocking her hands away and swinging a roundhouse right 
    that struck her shoulder and threw her back at the door. She reached her 
    hands up to his face, fingers like claws and he grabbed one wrist, and 
    twisted them upwards, slamming them and her back against the door. 

    Then he swung his fist into her belly, feeling it sink deep in the soft 
    flesh, crushing half-way through to her spine. She grunted in shock, the air 
    blasted out of her lungs by his big fist. She started to sag, her eyes 
    rolling, but he still held her up by the wrist. 

    Again his fist slammed into her belly, then a third time, doubling her over, 
    turning her legs to rubbery. She collapsed in a moaning heap as he let her 
    wrists go. 

    Joe rubbed his cheek and saw blood where she'd scratched him. He cursed 
    angrily, indignant at the attack, at her resistance. Stinking whore, he 
    thought. Doesn't she know who's in charge? 

    He felt a deep satisfaction at the punches he'd landed in her belly. So many 
    years of putting up with smart assed bitches and punks. Now he didn't have 
    to. Now he could show them who was in control, who was the boss. This little 
    slut wasn't going to get away with a Goddamn thing. 

    He reached down and gripped her hair, taking pleasure in her cry of pain as 
    he forced her upwards. She grabbed at his wrist but didn't try to scratch as 
    he forced her to her feet and shoved her towards the table in the corner. 

    There was a box there, filled with some things he'd bought at sex boutiques, 
    things he thought might come in very handy for little sluts like Nicole. 

    First he bent her across the table, lifting her arms above her head. He 
    undid the handcuffs and pulled her hands behind her back, then he took what 
    a casual observer might have thought was a leather band and fitted it around 
    her right wrist. 

    In fact, it was strong, hard leather set with several small leather rings 
    and a strong metal lock. He snapped it around her wrist, then lifted a 
    similar device and fitted it around her left wrist. He took out two more 
    such leather cuffs and fitted them around both the still gasping, gurgling 
    girl's ankles. 

    He stood up and gripped her by the hair again, dragging her across towards 
    the square frame set near the far wall. She still hadn't regained her breath 
    and offered no resistance, gasping and retching, her face red as he pulled 
    her along. 

    He pushed her in front of the frame then raised her right hand, snapping the 
    chain in the upper corner of the framework into one of the rings set into 
    her leather cuff. Nicole didn't even look up, all her attention still fixed 
    on trying to breath properly. 

    He lifted her other wrist and chained that to the other top corner, then 
    twisted a small lever, raising the chain higher, pulling her hand up. He 
    moved around her to the other side of the framework where he twisted another 
    lever, pulling that chain up too. 

    He raised both chains so the teenager was forced onto her toes there before 
    them, her arms high and parted, tightly locked into the top corners of the 
    framework. 

    Not finished yet he pulled her right leg out to the side. Nicole could 
    hardly stay upright now, one slim foot holding her aloft as he fitted a 
    chain in the lower corner to her ankle cuff and twisted the lever. Then he 
    moved over and pulled her one remaining foot over to the side. 

    Immediately all her weight fell on her wrists and she grunted in complaint. 
    He pulled her leg wide and fitted the chain from the other lower corner into 
    one of the rings, then twisted the lever several times. He went back to the 
    other corner and twisted that too. 

    He worked on all four corners, twisting the levers until the chains had her 
    stretched out as taut as a bowstring. Her arms and legs were split wide and 
    pulled with tremendous strength towards the corners, threatening to tear 
    free from her torso as she hung there. 

    His heart skipped a beat from the excitement of seeing her this way. The 
    scene was, to his eyes, the height of eroticism. The nubile, soft fleshed 
    young teen was split wide and totally vulnerable to him, her ass open, butt 
    cheeks parted. 

    He slid a hand up and down her body, sliding his fingers along her spine, 
    then down, down, down, following her backbone, down between her soft 
    buttocks, down under her to squeeze her pussy mound. 

    "Now you're going to learn what happens to bad girls around here, Nicky," he 
    whispered in her ear. "You don't get away with hitting your teacher in this 
    school, baby." 

    He went back to the back and slid out a long, smooth black leather riding 
    crop, feeling it with his hand, imagining how it would feel against her 
    flesh. His breathing picked up and he turned towards the helpless girl, his 
    loins starting to twitch in anticipation. 

     CHAPTER THREE 

    Nicole moaned, her body aching, her stomach sick, churning, threatening to 
    heave. She was finally getting the air back in her lungs now, but it wasn't 
    a lot of consolation. The rest of her ached fiercely. 

    She'd never felt her body pulled so tightly, and from all directions, she 
    was afraid her arms were going to tear right off as they held all her 
    weight. In fact, the pressure on them was more than that because of the 
    chains pulling down on her ankles. 

    Her wrists ached, her arms ached, there was a tight, stabbing pain under her 
    arms, along the sides of her chest, and her spine felt strained and tight. 
    Down behind her she felt her asshole slightly open, puckering as she 
    clenched and unclenched her muscles. 

    Then something hit her in the middle of the back. For an instant it was just 
    a heavy blow that threw her forward, but a split-second later shocking pain 
    tore into her back and blasted into her skull like an explosion. 

    She was stunned, but screamed in agony without conscious thought, her body 
    reacting to the agony inflicted upon it. She trembled violently as the pain 
    slowly dulled into a glowing line of heat and pain running across the center 
    of her back. 

    "Oh God! Oh God!" she gasped. 

    Joe trembled slightly too. The feel of the crop slashing into her soft flesh 
    was like nothing he'd imagined. The sight of her body writhing in pain, the 
    sound of her howl of agony, would have been enough to make him cream in his 
    jeans if he hadn't already pumped two loads of cum into the teenager. 

    An ugly, painful looking welt ran across the middle of the girl's back where 
    the crop had struck. Joe raised it again and slashed it down against her 
    back again, higher this time. 

    Again he felt the impact as it struck her soft, helpless body, heard her 
    shriek of pain and knew the satisfaction of releasing his innermost 
    savagery. Again he slashed the crop down against her back, then again, then 
    again. 

    His cock was standing up again, purple and boiling with lust. The crop made 
    a loud hissing sound as it cut through the air. Again it slammed into her 
    back, drawing another intense scream of maddened pain and shock. Another 
    welt sprang up on her soft, ivory skin. 

    He saw the muscles of her legs and arms staining as he thrashed madly in her 
    bonds, driven to desperate strength by the pain tearing through her body. 
    The crop whistled through the air and slashed across her shoulders, then 
    again, then again. 

    He was breathing hard, his pulse racing as he saw the criss-crossing welts 
    on the howling, sobbing girl's flesh. His eyes were drawn down to her full 
    ass cheeks, and the way her thighs were split and straining. He raised the 
    crop again and slashed it across that white ass. 

    New screams rent the air as the pain tore into her. He laughed in delight 
    and shock at his own daring, his own perverted lust. For as much as he was 
    punishing her, he knew that he was lashing her body because he loved it, 
    because the sight and feel and sound of her lovely flesh as he whipped it 
    was a pleasure he had dreamed of for untold years. 

    Again the crop slashed across her buttocks, then again, then again, then 
    again. Her body continued to strain desperately, madly, but there was no way 
    she could free herself, despite the strength leant her by the pain. 

    The crop continued to lash her body, and her screams weakened, as did her 
    struggles, the strength going out of her. She sobbed in between blows, 
    crying out her pain each time the crop landed, then resuming her miserable 
    tormented tears. 

    "Are you going to be a good girl now, Nicky?" he panted in her ear. 

    She continued to sob. 

    "I asked you a question, slut girl!" he snarled, ripping her head back by 
    the hair. She cried out anew but was too blasted and numbed to understand 
    the question. 

    "I asked you if you were going to be a good girl, slut!" 

    "Ye ... ye ... yeeesssss," she sobbed. 

    "We'll see, slut," he said grimly. 

    His cock prodded her ass and he looked down at her spread cheeks and smiled. 
    He slid his hand down her body and cupped her wounded buttocks, then pressed 
    a finger against her crinkled little anal opening. He pushed it in, forcing 
    the tip through her sphincter and screwing it in to the first joint, then 
    the second, then all the way to the knuckle. 

    "Nice, tight little asshole," he whispered, his cock bouncing with 
    excitement. 

    He pumped his finger up and down inside her rectum, marveling at the 
    tightness and heat inside her body. He'd always wanted to fuck one of these 
    bitches in the asshole, and now he could. Now he could do anything he 
    wanted. 

    He pulled his finger free and shoved his cock into her hole, his cockhead 
    slowly forcing her hole open as he put more and more pressure against it. 
    His cockhead pushed inside and felt her tight anal tunnel squeeze down 
    around it. 

    He sighed in delight, pushing deeper, slowly forcing his cock higher and 
    higher inside her. He held the base of his cock in his hand as he slowly 
    pumped it in and out, working her hole open, jamming his cock deeper with 
    each new stroke. 

    Sometimes her asshole fought him, sometimes it sucked on his cock, trying to 
    drag it deeper. He pushed half his cock into her and felt her asshole clamp 
    down around it, squeezing fiercely. 

    "Oh yeahhhh," he groaned. 

    He let her asshole work on his cock for a few seconds, then slowly pulled 
    back, then pushed forward. Her asshole clamped down on his cock again, then 
    eased off and his cock slid in several more inches. It was high in her belly 
    now, driven almost straight up from her round hole. 

    He let go of the base, his hands sliding up her sides, then going around her 
    slender body to grope and fondle her perfect round breasts. He drew his ass 
    back a bit, then thrust up into her with a powerful movement. 

    She grunted, but made no other sound other than the continuous whimpering 
    and groaning she'd given out since he'd stopped the whipping. He gripped her 
    body tight and slowly forced his cock-knob the last inch inside her, feeling 
    his balls press against her buttocks as he squeezed her against him. 

    "Feel that, slut?" he panted. "You got an ass full of cock! Ever been 
    butt-fucked, whore? Huh? Ever been butt-fucked?" 

    He drew his tool backwards a few inches, then thrust up violently. His 
    cockhead slammed up into her body with terrible force, spiking into her guts 
    as she trembled helplessly in her bonds. He tore his cock back and forth 
    inside her, working it in and out until her numbed sphincter gave up the 
    fight. 

    He drew the whole thing out of her, stepping back slightly to watch his 
    cockhead emerge from her body. Her asshole gaped round. Then he pressed his 
    cockhead to it and slammed it up into her anus with one smooth stroke, 
    impaling her. 

    "Ohhhh yeaahhhh!" he groaned. 

    He ground his hips into her buttocks, sighing in pleasure at the feel of her 
    against him. His hands cupped and squeezed her breasts as his tongue slid 
    along the nape of her neck. 

    "Hot little slut," he sighed. "All mine." 

    He held her tightly by the tits as his hips moved back and forth at a steady 
    rate, his cock sliding up and down inside her anal tube as he licked and 
    kissed and sucked on her throat. 

    He fucked harder, his cock slamming up into her butt hole, his hips smashing 
    into her aching buttocks, throwing her up against the chains pulling on her 
    ankles. He spiked his cock into her with vengeful power, stabbing her again 
    and again with the full length of his hard fuck-pole. 

    Nicky had never been ass-fucked, but didn't care. The very thought would 
    have nauseated and horrified her not long ago. Now all she cared about was 
    the pain engulfing her body, the pain from the numerous welts criss-crossing 
    her soft flesh. 

    She was, in fact, almost grateful that he was butt-fucking her. It had hurt 
    when he'd first forced his cock into her tail, but that pain had been 
    nothing compared to the crop, and now even that small pain had disappeared. 

    She felt the steady churning of his cock in her asshole, and his strong, 
    ungentle fingers kneading and squeezing her breasts. Most of her attention, 
    though, was on the terrible pain from the welts he'd inflicted on her. And 
    even though that pain too was far less than the pain of the original blows, 
    still it hurt. 

    Her mind was still traumatized, shattered by the agony of the whipping. It 
    was shaking and dazed and confused. So even though she knew she was being 
    fucked up the ass, she didn't really understand why, or much care. 

    Joe came, his cock shooting a boiling load of semen up into her asshole. He 
    groaned in pleasure and clung to her, panting for breath. 

    His cock slowly softened and he backed away, pulling it from her hole. He 
    staggered away, going to his clothes and picking them up. He got the key 
    from his pocket, went to the door and unlocked it, then went out, closing it 
    behind him. 

    Nicole hung there for hours, moaning weakly, sometimes crying, sometimes 
    just hanging there limp, a dazed, half-conscious mass of tortured flesh. 
    After a while Joe came back and unchained her, then tossed her on the bed 
    and left. 

    Hours passed, spent half-in and half-out of consciousness. Then she slept. 

    * * * 

    The next morning Joe went back down to the bomb shelter and found her 
    asleep, laying on her belly, legs spread. He smiled as he came up to her and 
    knelt on the bed. He was naked, wanting a morning fuck before his shower. 

    Since she was on her belly and all ready, he saw no reason why he shouldn't 
    rape her asshole again. She stirred as he knelt between her legs and 
    caressed her ass cheeks. Then when he pressed his hardened cock knob against 
    her hole she moaned and wriggled feebly. 

    He pressed his cock deeper, then placed his hands on her ass and drove his 
    cock down into her, sheathing his entire tool in her hot warm belly. Nicole 
    groaned but said nothing. He pressed down hard on her ass, leaning forward, 
    his weight on her as he worked his cock back and forth in her tail. 

    He sighed in pleasure, then eased his body down atop hers, crushing her into 
    the bed. She gasped in pain as his warm flesh came down on her welt covered 
    back and buttocks, making them sting with new pain. 

    He slid his fingers into her hair, twisting it back, forcing her head 
    around. Her eyes and mouth were half open as she was forced awake. He mashed 
    his lips down on hers as his ass rose and fell atop her. 

    She seemed only partly conscious but he didn't care, not needing any active 
    participation from her. His cock pumped steadily in her rectum, churning up 
    her guts as he grunted in pleasure. He fought the sucking, straining and 
    squeezing of her anus as he pounded his tool into her with more and more 
    violent strokes. 

    But before he could work up to a real hard fucking stroke his balls blew and 
    he dropped a thick load of jism down into her. His pumping slowed and then 
    stopped. He lay atop her, sighing in satisfaction as his cock softened 
    inside her. 

    "Like that, little slut?" he grinned, licking a long trail along the side of 
    her face. 

    "You belong to me, whore. I can do anything I want to you. So you'd better 
    learn to be a good little girl. Next time I'm going to whip these nice round 
    titties of yours." He slid a hand up along the side of her chest and 
    fingered her tit flesh. 

    "I finally found something you're good for, Nicky. You're good for fucking. 
    So that's what you'll be doing from now on, fucking me and anyone else I 
    bring here in any way we want it. You're gonna be my whore and you're gonna 
    love it." 

    He felt a stirring, a tightness in his groin. It was familiar, and had 
    nothing to do with sex. His bladder needed emptying. He sighed and started 
    to move, to pull off her, but then his mind was stunned by a terrible idea, 
    a wonderful idea. 

    "Oh shit!" he whispered. Then he laughed. 

    "I can do anything I want to you, little slut," he said in an excited voice. 
    "Know what I'm gonna do now?" 

    He tugged on her hair and she moaned. 

    "Wake up slut. You don't want to miss this! Guess what I'm gonna do. Guess!" 

    "UhhhhhNGhhhh! I don't ... don't knooooow!" she groaned. 

    "I'm gonna take a leak." 

    She didn't know at first what he meant. She was too buzzed, too dazed. If he 
    wanted to take a leak so what? Let the fucker get off her and go piss. 

    Then she felt something new in her asshole, a hot, jetting wetness flowing 
    down into her guts. She was surprised and for a few seconds wondered what it 
    was. 

    "I'm pissing in your asshole!" he crowed gleefully. 

    And he was. She was stunned. She could feel the hot liquid spraying her 
    asshole, could feel it going down into her, filling her up like an enema. 
    She was stunned. Instinctively she tried to pull free, but she was far too 
    weak and his heavy weight lay upon her. 

    He snickered in happiness, his bladder unloading a long morning piss. It all 
    poured down into her as she whimpered in fright and shock. 

    He finished up with a grunt and pulled his flaccid prick from her asshole. 

    "Now you got a good load of cum and piss in your asshole, girl. Hope you're 
    happy." 

    He chuckled as he moved to the door, unlocked it and left, slamming it 
    behind him. 

    Nicole could feel the piss laying inside her, and she groaned and sobbed as 
    she slowly rolled onto her side, then crawled out of bed. She looked around 
    for a bathroom but the only other door in the room, besides the one in, was 
    locked. Then she spotted a chemical toilet. 

    It wasn't much, but she sat on it and let the piss and cum trickle out of 
    her asshole as she wept in misery. 

    * * * 

    "Hey Phil, how's it going?" 

    "Pretty good, Joe." 

    "Want to come over to my place after school? I got something to show you." 

    "What?" 

    "It's a surprise." 

    "Come on." 

    "Really. You'll love it." 

    "Can't come over tonight, man. Going out with the wife." 

    "Ahh, this is a lot better than a fucking movie." 

    "It's a party. Can't get out of it. Wish I could." 

    "Well, maybe Mike can come over." 

    Mike couldn't. He had to go home and drive his kid to little league. 

    Grumbling, slightly, Joe went home himself, thinking how sorry those two 
    dumb bastards would be when they found out what they'd missed. 

    But then he had another thought. Better to wait until the little slut was 
    well trained before bringing them down. He didn't want some pleading little 
    slut to give them guilty consciences and maybe convince them to turn him in. 

    So when he changed out of his suit and headed down to the basement, he had 
    more than just sex on his mind. He wanted to train the slut, for that was 
    how he thought of Nicole, he wanted to train her to be an obedient little 
    ... little ... slave. 

    Slave. 

    She would be his slave, his sex slave! The idea made his cock throb. His 
    very own sex slave! A hot, nubile, firm bodied young slut that would do his 
    every bidding. He waited before going down to the bomb shelter, running his 
    knowledge of adolescent psychology through his mind. 

    He was, after all, the psychology teacher. He could play with the little 
    slut's mind until she thought she wanted to be here. He'd make her love him, 
    love her raping, hell, maybe even love getting beaten. There were girls who 
    liked that shit. 

    But first he had to break her. Once she was broken he could begin to put the 
    pieces back together in whatever way he wanted. 

    He smiled grimly, then went downstairs, unlocked the door and stepped 
    through. 

    Nicole was on the bed on her belly. She turned her head as he came in. 

    "Well, little slut. Did you have a good night?" 

    She didn't answer, just looked at him dully. 

    "Answer me when I ask you a question, whore!" he screamed. 

    She yelped, jerking up to her knees, her eyes going wide with fright. 

    "No," she gulped. 

    "No? Would you rather be strung up by your wrists for the whole night?" 

    "No." 

    "Then you had a good night, didn't you? I was kind enough to untie you for 
    the night. Thank me." 

    "Th ... thank you," she gulped nervously. 

    "Thank you what?" he hissed. 

    "Uh, tha ... thank you, sir?" 

    "Wrong! He swung his hand and slapped her face, throwing her back against 
    the headboard. She yelped and cried out in pain. 

    "You will answer me as Master from now on. You will say master to everything 
    I ask or tell you. Is that understood, slut?" 

    "Uh, yes, uh, Master?" she whimpered. 

    "Say it again, louder!" he yelled. 

    "Yes, Master!" 

    "Again!" 

    "Yes, Master!" 

    "Get your ass out of bed and stand up here in front of me!" 

    She scrambled out of bed and then moved as close to him as she dared, 
    cringing there in front of him. 

    "Stand up straight!" he screamed into her face. 

    Terrified, she straightened, her arms at her side. 

    "That's better, slut. Now then, you need to be trained, just like any dog. I 
    will give you orders, and you will obey. Is that understood?" 

    "Yes, Master." 

    He moved to the corner and picked up the riding crop. Nicole gasped and 
    swallowed nervously, her back aching already with anticipation. 

    "Eyes front!" he screamed. 

    She jerked her head forward and he stomped up beside her. He ran the tip of 
    the riding crop along her shoulders, then as he walked in front of her, let 
    the tip trail down the front of her chest. He poked at her right breast with 
    it, pressing the leather into the soft flesh. 

    "Nice round titties," he sneered. "I'm sure I'll be whipping them before 
    long." 

    She trembled in fear. 

    "Now, slut, slave. You will drop to your knees." 

    She eased down onto her knees and he gripped her hair and jerked it up and 
    back. She cried out in pain and fear as she stared up into his angry eyes. 

    "You answer when I give you an order!" he screamed. 

    "Ye ... yes, Master!" she cried. 

    He let her hair go then stepped back a pace. 

    "Back straight, slut. Sit on your heels, back straight, arms behind your 
    back. 

    "Yes, Master," she gulped, doing as he ordered. 

    "Good, slut." 

    "When I give you a compliment, you thank me, slut." 

    "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master," she gulped. 

    "Now, get on all fours," he said. 

    "Yes, Master," she said, falling forward onto her hands. She knelt there as 
    he moved around her, trailing the tip of the crop along her body. 

    "Keep that ass high, slut." 

    "Yes, Master." 

    "Legs apart more. That's it. You're a slut dog in heat, a dirty little bitch 
    who wants her cunt pumped. This is the natural position for you, slut." 

    "Yes, Master." 

    He slid the crop in between her thighs and rubbed it up and down against her 
    pussy mound. 

    "Crawl slut. Crawl around the room." 

    "Yes, Master," she said, crawling along on all fours. 

    He went over to the box on the table and removed a leather collar that was 
    much like the bands around her wrists and ankles. He went over to her and 
    halted her with his foot. 

    "Sit up, slut, sit on your heels." 

    "Yes, Master." 

    He fastened the collar around her throat and locked it in place, then 
    produced a leash and snapped it to the collar. 

    "On all fours again slut dog." 

    "Yes, Master." 

    He walked her in circles around the room, slapping her ass lightly with the 
    crop when she slowed. 

    "You are a slave. Remember that, slut." 

    "Yes, Master." 

    "What is a slave, slut?" 

    "Uh, uh ... " 

    "A slave is a belonging, slut. It is a person that belongs to someone else. 
    You belong to me, slut, just like a dog would, just like my TV does, or my 
    shoes, or anything else. Understand?" 

    "Yes, Master." 

    "I can do anything I want with you, anything." 

    He halted her by tugging on the leash, then pulled her up until he could 
    grab her hair. He pulled her face into his crotch and rubbed it against his 
    groin as he chuckled in amusement. 

    "Hot slut," he said. "I'm gonna fuck you now. You'll like that, won't you." 

    "Yes, Master," she whimpered. 

    "Because you're a dirty little slut, right?" 

    "Yes, Master." 

    "What are you?" 

    "A ... a dirty little slut, Master." 

    "What else?" 

    "Uh, a ... a slave, Master." 

    "That's right, slut. You're a stupid, cheap, worthless little two-bit whore. 
    Nobody wants you. Nobody cares a damn about you." 

    He flung her back and she half fell, looking up at him through teary eyes. 

    "Get on your belly, slut," he ordered. 

    She lay down on her belly as he moved to the other side of the room. 

    "Now crawl to me, slut. Crawl on your belly." 

    A day earlier Nicki had been filled with pride. No more. She didn't care how 
    degrading it was to crawl along on her belly. All she cared about was not 
    being whipped again. She crawled towards him, her legs moving on the floor, 
    her tits dragging along against the rough carpeting. 

    She crawled up right next to him and he lifted his foot and put it down on 
    the back of her neck, pushing down painfully. She whimpered in fear and pain 
    but he eased off. 

    "Lick my shoe, slut," he ordered. 

    "Yes, Master," she whispered. 

    She reached out and took his foot, then began to lick it, her tongue sliding 
    along the sides and top. When he raised his foot she obediently slid her 
    tongue down onto the bottom, sliding it along against the heel. 

    "Dirty, cheap, piece of shit," he sneered. 

    She continued to lick his shoe, grunting and panting with the effort. 

    "Cunt meat. That's all you are, slut, cunt meat. You're nothing but a whore 
    built for fucking, a dumb, brainless little snatch, a walking fuck-pad." 

    She continued to lick his shoe, switching to the other one as he ordered. 
    All the while he rained horrible insults on her. 

    He made her untie his shoes, then he lifted his feet one at a time while she 
    removed his shoes, then his socks. She undid his belt and unzipped his 
    pants, taking them and his underwear down. Then she stood, briefly, and 
    undid the buttons of his shirt and removed it. 

    He continued to tell her how cheap and useless he was, what a dirty, filthy, 
    nasty, stupid, ignorant little cunt she was, then made her lick his feet 
    just as she had his shoes. 

    "That's it cunt, slide that pretty pink tongue in between my toes," he 
    sneered. "Lick my toes clean, whore. Fucking dumb little cunt faced bitch!" 

     CHAPTER FOUR 

    With both his feet wet he reached down and slid his fingers into her collar, 
    then jerked her head up and swung her around so her ass was before him. 

    "Raise that little ass, whore!" he shouted, "Spread those slutty legs!" 

    Gulping and panting, Nicole raised her ass high and let her knees come 
    apart. 

    "Reach back, slut," he said as he dropped to his knees behind her. "Reach 
    back and stick your fingers in your cunt, pull it wide open for me. Pull 
    your dirty slit open so I can ram my cock up into your guts!" 

    Nicole tried to reach back around her hips but couldn't do it and still keep 
    her ass high. 

    "Between your legs, whore!" he screamed, slapping her ass hard. She cried 
    out in pain as the sound of skin hitting skin rent the air. He grabbed the 
    back of her head and shoved it down against the floor, his other hand going 
    beneath her belly to raise it high. 

    "Keep your ass up and reach between your legs!" he yelled, slapping her ass 
    again. 

    She grunted in pain, twisting under to slide fingers into her pussy. She 
    pushed in two fingers from her right hand, and then two fingers from her 
    left, and slowly pried her tight, nearly virgin pussy lips open. 

    "Wider, slut! Rip them open! Wider! Wider!" he yelled. 

    She groaned in pain as she tried to pull her pussy lips even wider apart. 
    She was panting and sweating, her heart pounding with fear. Every time he 
    screamed her terror mounted until she thought, hoped she would have a heart 
    attack and die. 

    She felt his cock against her fingers as it slit into her pussy opening. 

    "Too bad you can't see yourself from here, slut," he said in a nasty tone. 
    "Your fucking pussy is pulled wide open. I can look right down into your 
    dirty, filthy little pink fuck box." 

    His cock pushed deeper, going past her fingers. 

    "All right, slut, take those fingers out." 

    She sighed in relief and pulled her fingers out, rising to all fours again 
    as his prick slid into her to the balls. 

    "Ready for a hard fuck, slave?" 

    "Yes, Master," she gulped. 

    "You want it, don't you, slut." 

    "Yes, Master." She might be dazed, but she hadn't completely lost her mind. 

    "You cheap, fucking whore!" His hand slapped down across her ass cheeks, 
    making a loud CRACK! of noise and drawing a cry of pain from the trembling 
    girl. 

    But then right away he began to fuck. His hands gripped her hips and he 
    started to tear his fuck pole back and forth inside her with total abandon, 
    ramming it in with all his strength, ripping it free, then punching it deep 
    into her guts again. 

    His thighs and hips smashed into her buttocks repeatedly, and only his hard, 
    tight grip on her hips kept her from being knocked off her knees. All the 
    while he fucked her he cursed her and told her how stupid and cheap and ugly 
    and worthless she was. 

    Her head bounced up and down, her vision shaking and jerking wildly so she 
    couldn't see clearly. He rode her like a madman, stabbing her with violent, 
    savage strokes, rutting like a wild bull as she mewled in helpless, 
    frightened confusion and pain. 

    His hands shifted, gripping her upper shoulders. Then one slid under her, 
    tearing at her tit, squeezing and mashing it with brutal ease. The other 
    hand gripped a fistful of hair, pulling it up and back, laughing as she 
    cried in pain. 

    His heavy body beat her down as he used her cunt slit for his own pleasure. 
    She whimpered in misery and pain, but made no effort to pull free as his 
    cock scoured her pussy with violent searing motions. 

    Then he came, spraying thick white wads of sperm into her guts as his 
    movements slowed. Nicole groaned in relief. 

    "Thank me for fuckin you, whore." 

    "Thank you for fucking me, Master," she said wearily. 

    "Thirsty, slut?" 

    "Yes, Master!" she gasped. She'd had nothing to eat or drink since he'd 
    brought her here more than twenty-four hours before. 

    "Hungry?" 

    "Yes, Master." The thirst was more important, but she was hungry. 

    "Well then, I've got something for you to eat and something for you to 
    drink. Turn around." 

    She turned and found herself looking at his cock. 

    "Eat this, slut, and when you're done I'll piss in your mouth and you can 
    drink it." 

    She blinked in shock. 

    "Come on, whore." 

    "Please ... please, master," she gulped, staring at his dirty cock, the cock 
    that had just come out of her asshole. 

    "Suck it, you cunt faced, whore! You ugly, stinking piece of shitty fuck 
    meat! I'll tear the skin off your bones, whore! Twat! Cunt!" 

    He grabbed her hair and then slapped her face hard, knocking her off her 
    knees. He jerked her forward by the hair and slapped her face again, then 
    did it again, then again. 

    "Eat me, bitch! Fucking cunt whore bitch!" 

    She slid her lips around his flaccid cock, mind numbed by the brutality and 
    the pain. She ran her lips up and down his cock as he cursed her and slapped 
    her head and back and shoulders and face. 

    His cock hardened and still she sucked. He began to fuck her face then, 
    holding her hair in both hands as he pumped into her. His cockhead punched 
    against the back wall of her mouth several times, then finally rammed right 
    through and into her throat. 

    She tried to twist away, to dislodge the terrible thing in her throat, the 
    thing that was making her choke and retch, but he had too good a hold of her 
    hair and all she could do was thrash and wriggle helplessly as he fucked his 
    meat up and down her throat. 

    He pulled out, allowing her to gasp for breath as he rubbed his greasy, 
    saliva coated prick against her face. Then he pushed it back into her mouth 
    again and thrust it down her throat. 

    "Swallow that cock, bitch! Dirty cunt face!" 

    He yelled at her continuously, knowing well the effect it would have on her 
    spirit. When he came he pulled his cock out of her throat and let his juices 
    spray into her face, coating her with sticky white seed. He laughed as he 
    rubbed his cock over her face, then, as his soft cock began to leak piss, he 
    held her steady and pissed into her mouth, cursing her savagely and warning 
    her what he would do to her if she didn't keep her mouth open and swallow. 

    She did, too petrified to do anything else, too numbed to really appreciate 
    what she was doing anyway. He held her by the hair as his hot piss poured 
    into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed repeatedly, then he shoved 
    her back and let his piss splatter over her face, then over her chest, and 
    finally pissed on her pussy, wiping the last drops in her hair. 

    "Dirty whore," he sneered, before leaving her like that. 

    Another day passed without her drinking. She was desperate for water, and 
    clawed at the door leading to the shower and bathroom, whimpering as best 
    she could with her throat so dry. Each time he came down to fuck or sodomize 
    her she begged for water, only to be kicked or slapped or punched, or, if 
    she were lucky, pissed on. 

    Then, later in the third day he opened the door and dragged her into the 
    room. She gasped pathetically when she saw the tub and faucet, but before 
    she could do anything he shoved the ball-gag into her mouth and tied it in 
    place. 

    "I didn't bring you in here to drink, you ugly, stinking bitch. I took you 
    in here because you smell like piss." 

    He filled up the tub and then, gripping her by the hair, half lifted, 
    half-dragged her into it. He shoved her completely under the water, then 
    pulled her up by the hair and grabbed a scrub brush. He began scrubbing her 
    with the harsh bristles, ignoring her muffled cries of pain as he scraped 
    over her welts and bruises. 

    He soaped up her hair and rammed a rounded bar of soap up her cunt and then 
    used a shower massage to shoot water up after it. He bent her over the 
    toilet and shoved a rubber hose up her ass and shot soapy water into her 
    bowels, then made her expel it into the toilet. 

    He shoved her back under the water of the tub and again soaped her up and 
    scrubbed her off, then dragged her out and hung her from her wrists from a 
    hook in the ceiling. 

    He went into the other room and pulled all the sheets off the bed, then put 
    on new ones. He cleaned the floor, humming to himself, quite pleased, then 
    sprayed disinfectant around. Finally he returned to the girl. 

    For Nicole, the desperate need for water had become more important than 
    anything, even pain. She had barely gotten the slightest bit of a trickle 
    through the ball-gag, so when he removed it and pulled her from the room she 
    whined in dismay, begging and whining in a hoarse and rough voice. 

    He bound her hands behind her and set her on the floor on her knees, then 
    sat in front of her. He had a bowl of water in his lap but wouldn't let her 
    touch it. Instead he dipped his hand in, cupped just a little, then held it 
    out dripping in front of her. 

    She pushed her mouth into his cupped palm, sucking and licking at the little 
    bit of water as it dribbled through his fingers. She lapped desperately at 
    his fingers as he smiled smugly. 

    He dipped his hand into the bowl again and again, letting her lick and suck 
    at the little bit of water that he could hold out to her. Then, feeling 
    generous, he linked his fingers and put both hands into the bowl, cupping 
    them tightly and pulling out some water. 

    She sucked it out of his hands in seconds, gasping for more. He obliged, 
    letting her suck out more water from his hands. Finally, laughing, he set 
    the bowl on the floor and let her drink the last of it as he patted her 
    head. 

    He unlocked her wrists, then pulled her to her feet, being gentle for once. 
    He led her to the bed and lay her down on her side, then slid in behind her. 
    He held his arms around her, pressing his naked flesh against hers, but did 
    nothing much but hug her. 

    Her head rested against his chest as stroked her hair and kissed her 
    forehead lightly. His hand stroked her body, feather soft, coasting along 
    her warm flesh. Eventually it trailed down between her legs and cupped her 
    pussy, holding it gently. 

    It was late in the night and he fell asleep like that. Eventually, she did 
    as well. He woke after a time, his hand still cupping her pussy. He nuzzled 
    into her body, grunting comfortably, then eased his hand back a little from 
    her cunt mound. 

    He eased a single finger down and pressed it against her cunt cleft, letting 
    it sink slowly into the crack. Very gently he stroked her, his finger sawing 
    up and down against her slit, rubbing delicately over her clitty. 

    After a few minutes she began to sigh softly in her sleep. After a couple 
    more, she began to grind her hips slowly against him, rub her ass against 
    his groin. She whined in her sleep, twitching and murmuring. He continued to 
    stroke her clitty. 

    She woke with a gasp, trying to rise. He pulled her down and held her 
    against him, cupping her pussy but not moving. She blinked her eyes, 
    wondering at the feelings inside her body, the heat in her loins. Mullins 
    was behind her, his flesh pressed into her back, but that meant nothing. 

    He held her softly, his hand shifting on her groin. A single finger stroked 
    up and down along her cunt cleft, easing into the soft little crack. It 
    rubbed easily and she realized she was wet down there. She should be 
    bothered by that, she knew, but after all the pain and misery she'd endured 
    over the past several days she could not find it in her heart to be upset at 
    any pleasure. 

    So she lay still as he continued to stroke her clitty. It did feel good, she 
    sighed, and the pleasure was growing greater with each passing moment. She 
    caught herself rubbing her ass cheeks into his groin several times, stopping 
    for fear he would be angry. 

    She would do anything to keep him from being angry. She was terrified of 
    him, him and his pain, and his screaming and his horrible words. He was all 
    powerful, and she desperately wanted him to stop being mean to her. 

    Yet now, for some reason she did not understand, he wasn't being mean at 
    all. He held her close but didn't hit or pinch or slap her. His finger was 
    stroking her slit, causing pleasure, and he was softly kissing the side of 
    her neck and face. 

    He eased back, pulling her with him, turning her onto her back. She blinked 
    up at him. He smiled. 

    He kissed her softly, his lips sliding against hers. He kissed her cheeks, 
    then slid his tongue under her ear and nibbled her there. His finger 
    continued to stroke her clitty. 

    He slid his tongue down onto her breast, sliding it in slow circles around 
    her nipple several times, then sliding it in and kissing it. The little pink 
    nubbin was erect, she saw, and felt hot and supersensitive. When he closed 
    his lips around it and sucked powerfully she gasped in pleasure, humping her 
    groin up against his finger. 

    He turned over more onto his knees, his other hand stroking and squeezing 
    her right breast as he suckled on the left. He tongued the nipple, then 
    sucked it into his mouth, gnawing gently. 

    He licked a trail down her quivering belly until he was between her legs. 
    His hands gripped her ankles, lifting them and pulling them wide before 
    setting them back down on the bed. His elbows slit in between her thighs and 
    he licked once along the side of her cunt cleft. 

    He peeled her cunt open and lapped at her pink flesh as she whimpered and 
    groaned in pleasure. Her hands did not dare touch him, but clenched in fists 
    beside her as his tongue slid up into her pussy hole. He lapped up over her 
    clit, then fixed his lips around it and sucked. 

    Nicole gasped in delight, arching her back as a hot blast of pleasure 
    rippled along her body. 

    "OOOooooooohhhhhhh!" she moaned. 

    He eased his finger into her tunnel, then added a second. He pumped them 
    steadily as his tongue slurped on her clitty and his lips rubbed and sucked 
    on it. She humped up and down, gasping and panting, her face red with heat 
    as she panted for breath. 

    She felt a growing blaze there between her thighs. The heat expanded 
    suddenly, flooding her groin, her belly, her body, then burst in her skull 
    with a clamorous explosion of multi-colored lights. She cried out in 
    release, her back arching, her head pulling back sharply beneath her and 
    rolling from side to side. 

    He sucked furiously on her clitty as he finger-fucked her with his rigid 
    digits. Her ass bounced on the bed and she whined in passionate release. 

    Then she fell limp, panting for breath. His hands continued to stroke her 
    body, his tongue lapping gently at her slit. Soon he began to work on her 
    pussy with active measures once more, his fingers rubbing, stroking, 
    squeezing, his tongue probing, darting, caressing. 

    Nicole began to breath harder again, sighing in pleasure as her loins 
    crackled with sexual electricity. 

    When Joe pulled up and pressed his cock into her she whimpered in 
    anticipation, then groaned with pleasure as he slid into her to the hilt. He 
    fell forward over her, his mouth meeting hers, their tongues swirling 
    together as he began a slow, steady fuck. 

    She slid her legs around him, then her arms, kissing him back, first with 
    some hesitation, some fear, then with passion and heat. She humped up 
    against him, her feet around him, clinging to his back as she pulled her 
    cunt up against his pumping cock. 

    The cock felt good inside her, natural, wonderful, delicious, natural. She 
    gasped in pleasure as the heat rose within her body. Her mind reeled with 
    the delight, the hot, sexual bliss. Her eyes fluttered, then closed as she 
    shuddered. 

    His cock pounded into her with greater and greater speed, slicing across her 
    buzzing clitty with astonishing pleasure. She grunted and moaned, humping 
    back desperately, hotly. Her body throbbed with fire, her cunt a volcano 
    about to blow. 

    And then it did, blasting heat through her body, her mind, her soul. She 
    trembled and shook, gasping and grunting as she bounced and jerked her ass 
    up against him. 

    When he ripped her legs free and jammed them back against her chest she 
    groaned in wild excitement. His cock now pounded into her, his body 
    hammering down on her buttocks. Her mind was numbed by the pleasure and 
    carnal excitement and she accepted his pistoning prong gladly. 

    * * * 

    It wasn't until two days later that Mike made it over to visit. He didn't 
    know what the hell Joe wanted since he'd been pretty secretive about it. As 
    soon as they sat down he could see Joe was acting smug and superior about 
    something. 

    "Come on, Joe, what the fuck is it you wanted to show me?" Mike sighed. 

    "Remember that conversation we had last week, you, me, and Phil, about 
    grabbing one of those sluts from school and keeping her as a sex slave?" 

    "Huh?" 

    "Remember? We were in the lounge at lunch and we were talking about ... " 

    "Yeah, yeah, yeah. So?" 

    "Remember how you told us about Nicole Hunter? How she'd told you to kiss 
    her ass and given you the finger?" 

    "So?" 

    Joe gave him a smug look and took a swig from his bottle. 

    "I repeated, so?" 

    "So? See Hunter lately?" 

    "She's missed the last few days," Mike said slowly. "But there's nothing 
    unusual about that. What the fuck are you saying, Joe?" 

    "Come on. I'll show you." 

    He got up and walked to the kitchen. Mike followed. When he opened the door 
    to the basement and started down, Mike hesitated. 

    "You're full of shit, man," he said. 

    "Come and see." 

    A little nervous, but determined not to be the butt of whatever dumb joke 
    Joe had cooked up, Mike followed. 

    They went over to the corner where the false wall was and Joe slid it back, 
    revealing the stairs leading to the bomb shelter. 

    "You're full of it. You wouldn't dare grab her. You wouldn't be that crazy." 

    "Crazy? What's crazy? Nobody misses her and she's finally doing what she's 
    best at. She loves it to." 

    Mike followed him to the steel door and watched as he unlocked it, then 
    pulled it open. Joe stood aside and motioned him in with a smile. Mike 
    swallowed nervously, then walked through. 

    He stopped dead just inside as he saw Nicole Hunter on the bed, naked. She 
    turned around and her eyes widened. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, but 
    then, as Joe came in behind him and locked the door, she crawled out of bed, 
    literally crawled, and crawled over in front of them on all fours. 

    She sat back on her heels and gazed up at them. 

    "Hello, Master," she said to Joe. 

    "Holy shit!" Mike breathed. 

    "Turn around and show us your ass, slut," Joe ordered in a genial tone. 

    "Yes, Master," she said, turning, raising her ass, and spreading her legs. 

    Mike gazed at the rounded buttocks and the small pussy mound below, at the 
    fading remnants of bruises and welts on her ass flesh, then turned to Joe in 
    stunned amazement. 

    "She'll do anything, anything at all you tell her, and then thank you for it 
    afterwards." 

    "You're out of your mind," Mike whispered. 

    "Slut. Roll over onto your back and jerk off for us," Joe ordered. 

    "Yes, Master," Nicole said. 

    She turned over and spread her legs, then began writhing and undulating on 
    the floor, running her hands up and down her slender young body as she 
    moaned and sighed in pleasure. She cupped and squeezed her rounded breasts, 
    then slid a hand down into her groin and began to stroke her slit. 

    She eased a finger into her box, then a second, and began pumping them in 
    and out as she humped up against them. 

    "Remember how she told you to kiss her ass?" Joe grinned. "Well, you can do 
    it now." He laughed uproariously. 

    "You're out of your mind," Mike said, shaking his head and trying to pull 
    his eyes away from the writhing girl. 

    "Think so? Well, if I'm nuts everybody should be." 

    "What'd you do to her?" 

    "Just employed a little discipline." 

    Mike noticed the leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists, the leather collar 
    on her throat. 

    "Turn over and show us your ass, bitch, but keep finger fucking your twat," 
    Joe called. 

    To Mike's amazement she did just that, getting to her knees, bending forward 
    and putting her hands back through her legs to pump her fingers in her 
    snatch. He noted that her ass wasn't the only part of her with fading 
    bruises and welts. 

    "Nobody knows she's here," Joe said. "And nobody will. Just us. Us ... and 
    her." 

    Mike continued to stare at the girl, hardly noticing at first when Joe 
    backed away to the door, opened it and went out. When he did notice he was 
    alone with the girl he pulled back as if she were on fire. He tried to open 
    the door but found it locked, and turned back reluctantly. 

    "Stop that," he said. 

    "Yes, Master," Nicole replied. "Do you want to fuck me, Master?" She peeled 
    her cunt lips open, revealing her pink insides. 

    "Jesus Christ," he gulped. 

    "Please fuck me, Master," Nicole moaned. "I'm so hoooot. My pussy needs to 
    be fucked so baaaaad." 

    "Fuck!" 

    "Yeeesssssss! Fuck meeeee! Fuck meeeee, Maasteeeer!" 

    She turned and crawled to the wide-eyed man, then rose and rubbed her face 
    against his crotch. She reached up, smiling, and undid his pants, then 
    pulled them down. He stared but did nothing, fighting himself. 

    She jerked his underwear down and his cock sprang out hard and red and 
    eager. Before he could do a thing her lips encircled the head and she sucked 
    it and several inches of cock into her mouth. 

    She bobbed her lips up and down it, moaning and sighing as she sucked. Her 
    tongue worked against his shaft and the underside of his head as his hands 
    automatically came down and gripped her head. 

    "Oh shiiiiiit! You hot little sluuuuuut!" he groaned. 

    Her eyes were wide as she gazed up at him. She bobbed her lips and moaned 
    hungrily. He felt his cock burning, the pressure growing. His heart was 
    pounding with excitement, and he knew he was going to cum, cum in Nicole 
    Hunter's mouth. 

    He started fucking her, humping wildly into her mouth as he held her hair in 
    his tight hands. He grunted and gasped as he fucked his cock through her 
    lips. His head pulled back and he cursed desperately as he tried to hold 
    back. 

    But he couldn't. Having the haughty, smart assed Nicole Hunter on her knees 
    before him, naked, with her lips wrapped around his cock, was just too much 
    for him to bear. He blew like a geyser, thick creamy wads of jism blasting 
    into her mouth and down her throat. 

    She swallowed instantly, still sucking, still licking, still moaning. 

    Mike slowed his movements, groaning in relief. He looked down at her and his 
    eyes narrowed. He was, he knew, committed now to Joe's scheme. Regardless of 
    whether the girl was doing this willingly, he had just face-fucked one of 
    his students, and that could ruin him. 

    He pulled his cock free and his hand, still in her hair, pulled her to her 
    feet. He stood there for a minute, admiring her firm, youthful body, then he 
    cupped both her round breasts with his hands and began to knead and squeeze 
    them. 

    Nicole did nothing, just stood there motionless, blinking. 

    "Wonder what other tricks Joe taught you," Mike said. 

    "I don't know, Master," Nicole replied. 

    "You fuckin' slut," he laughed. 

    "Yes, Master. I'm a cheap whore, a useless fucking slut," she said, her eyes 
    downcast. 

    "You're good for one thing, baby," he grunted, fingering her nipples. 

    "Yes, Master. I'm good for fucking and sucking and butt-fucking." 

    "Butt-fucking! You mean Joe's fucked your ass?" 

    "Yes, Master. Many times." 

    "Jesus Christ!" 

    "Would you like to butt-fuck me, Master? I love being butt-fucked." 

    "I bet you do," he laughed. 

    He turned her around and bent her forward, then slid a hand over her ass. 

    "Joe whipped this little ass a few times, didn't he, baby." 

    "Yes, Master." 

    "I see it taught you how to be respectful to your teachers." 

    "Yes, Master." 

    His hand moved between her thighs and he cupped her pussy mound. She groaned 
    and humped back at him. He turned her back around and kissed her, his arms 
    going around her, cupping her ass. She kissed back, sighing in pleasure as 
    he hugged her tightly. 

    He bent and slid his tongue over her left breast, then sucked on her nipple. 

    The door opening made him jerk back and gave his heart a lurch, afraid he 
    had been discovered in forbidden lust. 

    "Just me," Joe chuckled. "Hot little slut, ain't she?" 

    "Uh, yeah," he gulped, reaching down and grabbing his pants. 

    "Don't pull them up. She's got a lot to show you," Joe grinned. He jerked 
    his own pants down, then pulled off his sweatshirt. Mike did the same, 
    watching his friend approach the girl. 

    "I'm about to demonstrate the difference between a sex slave and any other 
    woman you've had," Joe grinned. 

     CHAPTER FIVE 

    Joe smiled down at the girl, then his face became stern. 

    "Get down on all fours, whore," he snapped. 

    Instantly, Nicole dropped to hands and knees. 

    "Lick my toes, you slut." 

    "Yes, Master," she said, easing in and licking his feet. 

    "Holy Shit!" Mike gasped. 

    "You ain't seen nuthin yet," Joe grinned. "This is a slave, remember? She'll 
    do anything you tell her." 

    The two men watched the nubile young woman licking at Joe's toes, both of 
    them getting excited at the sight. 

    "Suck my cock, whore," Joe said. 

    "Yes, Master," Nicole said, rising. She slipped her lips over his prick and 
    began bobbing them up and down. His cock hardened rapidly and he began 
    face-fucking her. 

    He gripped her hair tightly, pulling her head back. She gasped in pain as he 
    forced her back to arch, forced her head way back. He lifted her to her 
    feet, twisted her around and shoved her against the bed, pushing her onto 
    her knees on the edge. 

    He slapped his hand down on her ass with a loud crack of noise, then cupped 
    her pussy and squeezed hard. 

    "Ready to be fucked, bitch?" 

    "Yes, Master," she whined. 

    "I think I'll fuck you in the ass instead." 

    "Thank you, Master." 

    "Reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart, you dumb little slut." 

    She did and he pushed his ringer against her asshole, then screwed it into 
    her. He pumped it in and out as Mike watched, open-mouthed. Then he pulled 
    it free and pushed his cock into her. He wasn't very gentle, pushing hard, 
    ignoring Nicole's groans and whimpers as he buried his tool in her ass. 

    He slapped her ass several times, leaving red palm prints behind, then began 
    a hard, ruthless pumping, reaming out her asshole as he slammed his hips 
    into her. 

    "Fuck! She's better trained than a dog!" Mike sighed. 

    "She is a dog, a bitch-dog in heat," Joe growled, ramming his cock up her 
    asshole. "Aren't you, slut?" 

    "Yes, Master," Nicole gasped. 

    "Get around in front. We'll double-team her." 

    Mike got into the bed and knelt in front of the girl. She took his cock into 
    her mouth without hesitation and began to suck and lick it as Joe humped 
    into her from behind. Mike groaned in pleasure, then reached down and cupped 
    one of her breasts, working his fingers into the soft flesh. 

    His cock hardened quickly and he began to face-fuck her, trying to time 
    things with Joe's ass fucking. He fucked harder and harder, matching Joe's 
    movements, throwing her back right after Joe threw her forward. 

    It was a unique experience for him. For the first time he found himself not 
    needing to worry or care about his partner, not needing to concern himself 
    with her wants or wishes or desires. She was a possession, a belonging, a 
    creature of no will, no power. 

    He could fuck as hard as he wanted, in whatever way he wanted, without 
    complaint. 

    As he fucked, as he realized this, he consciously twisted her hair, watching 
    her face as she winced in pain. He pistoned his cock into her with growing 
    speed, slapping her hands away from his shaft, using her face like Joe was 
    using her anus. 

    His cockhead kept ramming into the back of her mouth, and then, as he thrust 
    in particularly deep, he felt it punch through into her into the teenager's 
    throat. She gurgled in shock and fear, but did not try to pull away, or at 
    least, made no serious effort. 

    "OHhhhhh, yeaaaaahhhhh," he groaned. "I'm right down her fuckin' throat!" 

    "Yeah? I been meaning to do that. How's it feel?" 

    "Fucking fabulous. Jesus! Suck that cock, slut!" 

    Her throat was tight, soooo tight. He clamped his hands around her face and 
    squeezed hard as he drove his lower body forward, then jerked it back, 
    fucking his big cock back and forth inside her throat. Joe helped, his hard, 
    battering thrusts slamming into her from behind and throwing her forward 
    onto Mike's cock. 

    She couldn't breathe, of course, but that wasn't their concern. 

    He and Joe continued to rut into her, reaming out her tail pipe and sawing 
    up and down her throat tube, grunting and sighing in pleasure as their cocks 
    burned with lust and heat. 

    Joe gave a final series of furious, pistoning thrusts, then rammed his boner 
    up her ass and blasted out a white hot load of sparkling jism, pouring it 
    down into her rectum as he collapsed backwards with a laugh of pure delight. 

    Nicole was thrown forward, lost her balance and tumbled onto her side, 
    taking Mike with her. He twisted around to land atop her face, his cock 
    still buried in her throat. His hands slipped beneath her head and he pulled 
    her face up into his crotch as he felt his own balls getting ready to 
    rupture. 

    He grunted into the mattress, his body, bouncing atop her face, slamming her 
    nose up into his groin as he pumped his spurting tool in her throat. Steamy 
    wads of cum juice gurgled down her throat in a seemingly never ending stream 
    until finally his ass rose one final time, then fell, his cock punching down 
    through her throat and spitting a last wad of cum. 

    He rolled off her, his cock pulling free of her throat with a pop. She 
    coughed and retched and choked as she drew in great lungfuls of air, saved 
    on the verge of losing consciousness. 

    The three lay there for a few minutes recovering, then Joe, who was proud of 
    his accomplishments and wanted to show them off, got to his feet and dragged 
    Nicole out of bed by the hair. 

    He snapped the leash onto Nicole's collar and began leading her around the 
    room, booting her ass whenever she was too slow. He picked up the paddle and 
    began slapping her ass with it as she crawled along, turning it a bright 
    red. 

    He made her lay back, gave her a pair of dildos and told her to fuck 
    herself. Then he and Mike sat back on the bed and watched as she pumped the 
    twin rubber cocks in her pussy and asshole, grunting and moaning like the 
    bitch in heat she was. 

    Finally he lifted her, linked her wrist cuffs together in front of her, then 
    raised them high and over a hook hanging from a chain. She hung there, 
    twisting slowly as the two men discussed how Joe had grabbed her, and what 
    he'd done to break her. 

    Mike found himself becoming envious, jealous, and horny at the thought of 
    how Joe had whipped the little bitch's ass and made her scream. He'd wanted 
    to teach the teenage bitches a lesson for years and years himself and the 
    thought of the snotty Nicole getting her ass and back whipped was almost 
    enough to make him cum. 

    He didn't of course, not with her hanging there so ready and vulnerable. He 
    got out of bed, moved over behind her, and stuffed his cock up her asshole, 
    fucking for long minutes before his cum jetted up into her bowels. Then he 
    returned to the bed to talk to Joe some more. 

    * * * 

    Mike was alone with her again. Joe had had her for several days now, and 
    might have started getting used to it, but to Mike the very sight of the 
    willowy girl hanging naked from her wrists, swaying slightly, was enough to 
    hold his attention and keep a steady fire burning between his legs. 

    He'd never had a teenage girl before, not even when he was a teenager. That 
    had been endlessly frustrating, not just back then, but over the years as 
    he'd become a teacher and watched the steady parade of poontang through his 
    classes. 

    It had angered him too. There was a hard core of sadism within Mike, more so 
    than in most men. He'd never really gotten the chance to exercise it before, 
    but now, as Nicole swayed silently in front of him, his mind filled with 
    visions of what he could do to her, with her, and his cock throbbed. 

    Yet what could he do? What excuse did he have for harming her? From what Joe 
    had said she was totally broken now, willing to do anything and everything 
    she was told, even licking his toes and drinking his piss. 

    He wished he'd been the one training her. He would have broken her worse 
    than Joe had, completely crushed her. Nicole didn't look scared to him, just 
    sort of, docile and meek. He wanted her to look scared, scared of him. 

    He stood just in front of her, his eyes taking in her soft young body, her 
    breasts high and round, her ribs visible, her concave belly, her soft pussy 
    mound. There were a lot of things he could have done to her, but he didn't 
    want to have to explain why to Joe. 

    He drew his fist back, then hesitated briefly, before slamming it into her 
    belly. She grunted and coughed, and he felt a deep pleasure. He punched her 
    again, and again she coughed and choked and groaned in pain. 

    Joe would wonder. 

    On the other hand, if he got his own slut, if he took her down here to train 
    her, then Joe wouldn't think he was crazy or something. He'd have to train 
    her, and if that left some marks, well, that was too be expected, wasn't it. 

    Who? 

    Who would he grab? 

    There were so many to choose from. Unlike this slut though, another would 
    likely be missed. 

    So what? 

    Nobody was going to come busting into this place. Nobody would guess he and 
    Joe held little sluts down here and taught them their places. 

    Lisa Redmond. 

    All that thick curly brown hair. That tight, round ass. The narrow waist. 
    And those wonderful, gorgeous thirty-eight DD melons. He fingered the riding 
    crop that Joe had left and imagined it slicing into those big tits of hers, 
    imagined her screaming, begging for mercy. 

    "Yeah!" he said. 

    * * * 

    "Lisa." 

    "Yes, Mr. Connors?" 

    Lisa smiled brightly. She had a nice smile. 

    "I finally got the board to agree to give us those new upgrade kits for the 
    computers." 

    "Great. How soon can we install them? Is it going to be a class project?" 

    "Most of the class wouldn't know how to install them properly. I thought you 
    and I and a couple of the other better students, Mark Ryan and Paul Sumner, 
    might put them in." 

    "Sure thing. I can't wait to try the Rexxtra on turbo." 

    "You're a funny girl, Lisa," he smiled. 

    "Why? Just because I like computers? I know, it's mostly boys who do, but I 
    think I just have a knack." 

    "Going to become a computer scientist?" 

    "I don't know. It pays pretty good. I think my mother just wants me to get 
    married and have babies." 

    "You are going to college, aren't you?" 

    "Sure. If I can get a scholarship." 

    "You will. Want to come out to the parking lot and help me grab some of the 
    kits? We can start working on them next class." 

    "Sure." 

    They trotted down a side corridor and out back into the parking lot where 
    Mike kept his van. Lisa chatted about how great performance of the 386s 
    would be with the new boards. Mike nodded and smiled and thought about 
    sucking on her big tits. 

    He'd purposefully parked in an out of the way part of the lot, out behind 
    the boiler room, up against the wall, with no windows looking out at the 
    van. Lisa never imagined anything could be wrong. Trusting and happy, she 
    stood right there beside him as he unlocked the van, then leaned in as he 
    pulled it open. 

    He pulled out the stun gun and pushed it into her side, then pressed the 
    trigger. Electricity ripped through her, throwing her against the side of 
    the van. Her eyes went wide, then rolled back in her head as she started to 
    collapse. He caught her and threw her into the van, then climbed in after 
    her and slid the door shut. 

    He dragged her into the center of the floor then pulled her hands behind her 
    back and cuffed them together before rolling her back on her back again. Her 
    mouth was moving weakly and her eyes fluttering. She was still twitching and 
    dazed by the shock. 

    "Poor thing," he smiled. "Let me just loosen your clothing." 

    She wore a sweater, shirt and long skirt. He spread her legs and pulled her 
    skirt up above her hips, then squeezed her pussy through the thing green 
    panties she wore. His fingers slid into them and he pulled them off, then 
    gazed at her brown bush and the narrow slit beneath it. 

    "Hot little cunt meat," he grunted, rubbing her crotch. He dug his finger 
    into her crack and found her cherry, then smiled with satisfaction. 

    "M ... m ... mr ... Co ... Connner?" Lisa moaned weakly. 

    He'd tear her cherry out later. Right now there was just enough time before 
    the next class to get rid of his boner. He pulled her sweater up above her 
    big breasts, then tore her shirt open. Her breasts were encased in a heavy 
    white bra. 

    "Mr ... Co ... Coonneer?" she gasped, trembling weakly as she blinked her 
    eyes up at him. 

    He tore her bra open and gazed down at her rounded tit mounds, then raised 
    both hands and drove them down into the thick, soft, white meat. His fingers 
    burrowed into the malleable flesh, digging deep furrows in the jelly like 
    flesh. 

    "YEahhhhhhh! What tits!" he grunted. 

    "Noooo! Stop!" Lisa whined in a small voice. "What ... what are you doing?" 

    "Shut up, bitch," he growled. 

    He jerked his pants down and brought out his boner, wagging it at her as she 
    stared in stunned shock and fear. 

    "This is for you, baby," he taunted. 

    He straddled her belly, his knees squeezing into her sides as he brought his 
    prick down against her flesh. He pushed it into her cleavage, then cupped 
    her thick, fat tits on either side and mashed them together around his cock. 

    He groaned in delight as he began to rock back and forth, sliding his cock 
    along her chest, mashing her thick tit balls down around it as he bared his 
    teeth at her shocked face. 

    His fingers dug into her melons as he ground them together around his tool. 
    He humped steadily, his cock throbbing with lust as he stroked back and 
    forth. 

    Lisa wasn't gagged, but didn't try to scream. She stared up at him in 
    amazement, shocked and horrified, her face red with mortification as he 
    twisted and squeezed her heavy breasts around his cock. She whimpered a 
    little, but didn't move as he fucked her tits. 

    Then he came, his juice spraying into her cleavage, then onto her tits, some 
    wads splatting up onto her face as his balls blew. He grunted in 
    satisfaction as she mewled in fear and disgust. He sniggered, then got off 
    her and did up his pants. 

    He reached for the ball gag and moved over her again. 

    "Open your mouth, slut," he said. 

    "Why are you doing this?" she sobbed. 

    "Because you're such a hot, big titted slut," he grinned. 

    "I'm not a slut!" she wailed. 

    "Open your mouth, whore!" 

    She opened her trembling jaws and he stuffed the leather ball into it and 
    strapped it in place. He tied her ankles together, then tied them to a bolt 
    in the side of the van before throwing a tarp over her. 

    He went back into the school and taught two more classes, then calmly went 
    back to the van and drove to Joe's place. 

    Joe was still at school. He had two late classes. He had given Mike an extra 
    key and invited him to make use of his slut and his bomb shelter whenever he 
    wanted. Mike intended to. He hadn't told Joe about the new slut he was 
    planning to recruit, but he didn't think his friend would be too upset when 
    he found Lisa Redmond hanging from her wrists. 

    He drove her into the garage then untied her legs and pulled her out of the 
    van. She was still gagged and cuffed, and offered no resistance as he led 
    the wide-eyed, trembling girl down into the basement, then down the last set 
    of stairs to the bomb shelter. 

    Nicole looked up when he came through, then her eyes widened in surprise as 
    she saw Lisa. 

    "Brought a friend for you, slut," Mike grinned, tossing her forward. Lisa 
    stumbled and fell, whimpering in terror as she looked at Nicole. 

    Mike locked the door, then reached down and gripped Lisa by the hair, 
    pulling her to her feet. He hurled her into the bed beside Nicole. 

    "Get her clothes off," he ordered. 

    "Yes, Ma ... Master," she gulped. 

    She undid Lisa's skirt and pulled it down and off, then untied her shoes and 
    took them off too, along with her socks. Lisa didn't resist, staring at the 
    girl in shock and fear. 

    She did try to pull away when Nicole gripped her panties and started pulling 
    them down, but Nicole jerked them down and off quickly, leaving the brunette 
    naked below the waist, and mostly naked above too. 

    "I don't know how to get the rest off," Nicole confessed fearfully. 

    He rolled Lisa onto her belly and unlocked the handcuffs, then he and Nicole 
    rolled her sweater over her head and took off her shirt and bra. Lisa tried 
    to reach behind her head to undo the gag but Mike slapped her hands away and 
    unfastened it himself. 

    He moved back then and both naked girls turned to look at him. Nicole was 
    calm enough, but Lisa was trembling with fear and embarrassment, and trying 
    to cover her nudity with her hands and arms. 

    "What are you doing? Where am I?" Lisa cried, staring at him and then 
    Nicole. 

    "You're in a bomb shelter and you're here to get your tight little virgin 
    pussy fucked good and hard," he grinned. 

    "But you can't! You're ... You're a teacher!" 

    "So? I've been watching tight assed little sluts like you for years, 
    dreaming about bending them over and shoving my cock up their pussies. Now 
    I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna fuck you till you're bow-legged!" 

    Lisa's eyes widened even further and she started to shake even more. 

    "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll learn to like it. Nicole has, haven't you, 
    slut?" 

    "Yes, Master," Nicole replied. 

    Lisa stared at her in horror. 

    "Now then. Let's get a few rules straight, slut," Mike said. "I tell you 
    what to do and you do it. You don't have any choice and if you cause me 
    trouble I'll take a whip to you. Now, lay on your belly and spread your 
    legs." 

    "But ... " 

    "I said get on your belly, whore!" he screamed. 

    She jumped back in shock, then, after a final look at Nicole, lay back on 
    her belly and spread her legs, a little. 

    "More. Pull those legs apart, slut." 

    She spread them more and he sat on the edge of the bed and gazed down at the 
    beautiful sight. He slid his hand onto her ass and squeezed it, drawing a 
    gasp of complaint from the brunette. He rubbed her pussy as she shook and 
    whimpered, then sat back and looked at Nicole. 

    "Okay, slut, get to work on that asshole. I want you to shove your tongue so 
    far up her ass it comes out her mouth." 

    "Yes, Master," she gulped nervously. 

    She bent over and put her hands on Lisa's ass cheeks as she brought her face 
    down closer. Her tongue probed the shaking girl's asshole and Lisa gasped in 
    stunned shock. Then she began to cry, mortified beyond all endurance. 

    Nicole's tongue pushed into her asshole, dipping back and forth as she 
    pressed her lips against the puckered opening. She kissed and sucked and 
    blew on the little hole as her tongue moved in and out. 

    Lisa buried her face in her hands and wept in shame and fear. 

    "Finger-fuck her pussy while you're down there," Mike called. 

    "Yes, Master." 

    Lisa's hands eased downward and she slid a finger along Lisa's cunt crack, 
    then began to wriggle it inside. Her tongue continued to pump in and out of 
    her asshole as Lisa choked and bit her lip in nausea. 

    But then Lisa gave a scream and jerked away, bouncing to her feet and 
    jumping off the bed. She raced to the door, tugging desperately, screaming 
    for help. Nicole sat up and watched her with a sense of foreboding. Mike 
    grinned happily. He'd wanted to beat her, to hurt her, but something inside 
    him needed an excuse. Just as he hadn't felt right about beating Nicole when 
    she was obedient he couldn't quite bring himself to torment the big titted 
    brunette had she been a pliant, willing whore. 

    He gripped her thick, curly hair and dragged her back from the door, pulling 
    her across the room to the small T shaped stand Joe had constructed in one 
    corner. It was made up of a four foot high rounded post nailed to a support 
    base with a horizontal crossbeam about four feet high. 

    He dragged Lisa to it and pushed her against it. There were straps on either 
    end of the crossbeam and he pulled the sobbing girl's arms up along it and 
    strapped them in place. She didn't resist, though she cried even louder as 
    the straps closed on her wrists. 

    There was another strap on the main beam, down near the floor and he bent 
    and pulled it around her ankles, locking them tightly together against the 
    round beam. He picked up another, much larger strap and put it around her 
    forehead, but there was a couple of feet remaining. 

    He moved behind her then, behind the stand, and pulled the strap down, 
    forcing the sobbing girl's head up and back, then back further, then back 
    even more, until it was almost upside down, bent far back. He tied it around 
    a bolt and went back around front. 

    Lisa's tits were magnificent at any time. Now, with her back arched so 
    savagely they were utterly gorgeous, firm and thick and round, with big 
    brown nipples in the centers. He licked his lips in anticipation, then bent 
    forward and began sucking on her left nipple as his hands kneaded both big 
    melons. 

    He sucked hard, his teeth gnawing on a thick wad of tit meat as he licked 
    his tongue over her nipple. Then he stood back, eyes bright. 

    He swung his right hand and slapped her right tit ... hard. 

    Lisa cried out in pain and shock, the cry briefly interrupting her tears. He 
    slapped her other tit, then slapped the first one again, making both fat 
    mounds jiggle and wobble. He picked up the riding crop then and slashed it 
    down on her right breast. 

    It sank deep into the soft, thick, meaty ball of flesh, cutting it in two, 
    forcing the two sides apart as it thumped against her ribs. Then it sprang 
    back as Lisa shrieked in horrified pain, leaving an ugly red welt in the 
    center of the wobbling, bouncing tit. 

    He raised the crop and slashed it down against her other fat, tit-ball, 
    cracking it against her ribs as well, raising another cruel, burning wound 
    on her chest. Again she screamed, the sound enough to pop his eardrums and 
    make Nicole cringe and cover her ears. 

    The crop hissed through the air and cut into the first breast again, then 
    lashed down against the second, then ripped into the first once more. Lisa 
    screamed at the top of her lungs, a high pitched, wailing shriek of purest 
    pain as her tits were mauled and beaten. 

    Again the crop hissed down, cutting across her right nipple, then her left, 
    then her right, then her left. Lisa screamed and screamed and screamed until 
    she had no more breath in her, until she could only issue deep, gut 
    wrenching sobs, interspaced with cries of outraged pain each time the crop 
    cut across one of her treasured breasts. 

     CHAPTER SIX 

    He Stopped, his cock hard and pulsing with heat. 

    "You! Slut!" Get down there and suck that pussy for me." 

    Nicole slid onto her knees and crawled down in front of Lisa, then rose and 
    tried to push her tongue into the other girl's snatch. 

    "Undo her feet, you dumb, fucking cunt!" 

    "Yes, Master," she whined. 

    She unstrapped Lisa's ankles and pulled them apart. Lisa was too maddened by 
    pain to even realize she was there. She continued to sob and moan in pain as 
    the other girl pushed her head in between her thighs and began to lick at 
    her cunt crack. 

    Mike watched excitedly. Witnessing his slutty girl students sucking each 
    other was another fantasy of his, and though Lisa didn't seem to be enjoying 
    the tongue bath her cunt was getting, Mike certainly was. He let Nicole 
    tongue fuck the quivering, crying girl for a couple of minutes, then pulled 
    her back and moved into place himself. 

    "Get behind her," he ordered. 

    "Yes, Master," Nicole said. 

    Lisa's head was still pulled far back, but he wasn't interested in her head 
    just then, his hands moved down and cupped her buttocks, squeezing them as 
    he ground his loins into her groin. He lifted her legs up then, pulling them 
    straight up and pushing them back against the top crossbeam to either side 
    of her body. 

    "Put your arms around her legs and hold them up there," he ordered Nicole. 

    She put her arms around Lisa, though she had to lean forward to do it since 
    the other girl's head was pulled so far back. Once she had them he moved 
    away and picked up a pair of long leather straps. 

    He tied one to each of her legs around the knee, then bound each one to the 
    crossbeam next to her arms. Her cunt was now wide open and totally 
    vulnerable to his cock. Not only that but because of the way her head was 
    pulled back her ass was pulled up as well. 

    He had to decide where to put his cock. It took a few seconds. He'd decided 
    not to fuck her cunt for a while. He wanted to leave her with the faint hope 
    that she might not get it pumped, then rip her cherry out as a last, 
    terrible blow. 

    He was still tempted though, as he squeezed her cunt pad and fingered her 
    hot little slit. 

    "Get back here, whore," he ordered Nicole. 

    Nicole scurried around in front and he put her to work licking and sucking 
    Lisa's asshole again. She pushed her tongue deep into the other girl's 
    snatch and wriggled it around as she held her hands beneath the soft 
    buttocks. 

    Lisa didn't stop crying, though it changed tone, mixing in revulsion and 
    disgust. 

    "Enough," he said, pulling her away. 

    He moved up next to her and unzipped, pulling his prick out, then pushed it 
    against Lisa's round little butt-hole. 

    "Lisa! Lisa! Answer me!" he snapped. 

    "Wha ... wha ... whaaaat?" she sobbed. 

    "Do you hear me?" 

    "It huu ... huuu ... huuurrtttssss," she moaned. 

    "Good. You deserve it. I told you to do what I ordered. Now, I want you to 
    get ready. I'm going to fuck you in the asshole. You hear me? I'm gonna 
    stick my cock right into your asshole and ram it all the way up into your 
    guts." 

    She gave a gasp of shock and stunned dismay, then her tears came forth anew. 
    He chuckled at the sound, then began to apply pressure with his cockhead. He 
    slowly forced it down into her trembling body, then drove inch after inch of 
    cock shaft in after it. 

    Lisa continued to moan and sob as he buried his cock in her rectum to the 
    balls. 

    "Ahhh, now you got it, slut. I've got my whole cock down in your asshole. 
    Does it feel good?" 

    "Nooooooooo!" she wailed. 

    "Sure it does. You love having your asshole full of cock." 

    "Take ... take it oooooouuuuut!" she sobbed. 

    "Not until I ream out your little asshole and pump a hot loud of juice into 
    you." 

    He began to pull his cock back, then push forward. His hips moved in slow, 
    grinding circles as he worked his cock around inside her anus. She sobbed 
    and moaned and whined in pain and dismay, while he laughed. 

    He began to pump with a steady movement, his cock sliding back and forth in 
    the girl's rectum as he stroked and squeezed her upturned ass and let his 
    hands glide over her body. Every time he touched her swollen, pain filled 
    tit mounds she cried out. 

    "Dirty little girl," he sneered. "What would your Mom and Dad say now if 
    they knew you were getting fucked in the ass and loving it so much?" 

    "I do ... do ... doooonnnn't!!" she wailed, her voice stuttering as his hips 
    thumped into her butt. 

    "Sure you do. You love it! You love getting butt-fucked!" 

    "NOooo ... nooo ... noooo!" she whined. 

    "Whore! Slut! Cheap fucking bitch tramp!" 

    He fucked harder and faster, his long cock plunging back and forth in her 
    asshole. He dug his hands into her thick, aching tit meat, mashing and 
    twisting it as she cried out in pain, ramming his cock into her with savage 
    glee, using her body as his plaything. 

    His prick skewered her buttery little asshole, pistoning violently back and 
    forth and churning her guts to jelly. He growled and bit down on her throat 
    ... hard, tasting her blood as he sucked. 

    His hands slid beneath her ass, jerking it up against him as he pumped 
    inside her. His teeth bit her throat again and again, then shifted to her 
    shoulder, then the side of her face. He was a wild animal, filled with wild, 
    unrestrained animal lust. 

    His hips smashed into her ass again and again, throwing it down, bending her 
    spine even more. He sniggered and drooled, his eyes wild as he reached 
    beneath and around her and grabbed her thick hair, tearing it downwards to 
    make her scream. 

    Her asshole clamped down around his prick as he ripped it in and out and his 
    balls exploded, his cock fire hosing inside her quivering, shaking anal 
    tube, spewing out a thick flood of jism that poured down into her trembling 
    young body. 

    He groaned in delirious pleasure, roding his cock up and down her ass tube, 
    slowing, sighing in relief as the tension eased in his loins. He felt his 
    cock softening inside her and wished he could piss up her asshole like Joe 
    had done. Well, he thought, I will later. 

    He pulled his cock free of her anus and shook his head to clear it. Lisa was 
    still sobbing and whimpering, her body bent back, her tail in the air. He 
    looked down at her splayed thighs and her open, vulnerable cunt and asshole, 
    and his eyes lit up once again. 

    He picked up the crop and sniggered, then raised it thigh and slashed it 
    down on her cunt pad. 

    Lisa howled in maniacal agony, her bound body thrashing desperately as the 
    pain tore through her crotch. The crop lashed down again, this time directly 
    along her cunt crack. The pain tore through her mind with stunning power. 

    Again it slashed down, then again and again and again, cracking against her 
    soft cunt pad as he aimed for her slit, for the top part of her slit in 
    particular. The blast waves of agony when it crushed her clitty were 
    astounding. She never would have imagined there could be so much pain in the 
    world. 

    For good measure he lashed her ass cheeks too, paying special attention to 
    her little round butt hole, raining blows against it, and against her thighs 
    as well. He returned for a final flurry to her puffy pussy mound, the crop 
    cracking down into the hairy little pad again and again. 

    "Now you see what happens when you disobey me, slut," he panted, grinning 
    malevolently. 

    Lisa was a moaning mass of tortured flesh, her pale white skin criss-crossed 
    with red welts. He unbound her legs and they fell limp to the floor. He slid 
    his tongue over her wounded breasts, sucking and slurping at her aching 
    nipples, then unbound her head and arms. 

    She fell to the floor, dazed, barely conscious. He reached down gripped her 
    by the hair, lifting her head off the floor, then her entire upper body. She 
    moaned weakly, a pathetic whimpering cry of pain, yet she didn't fight him, 
    didn't raise her arms, and didn't try to rise up to ease the pain in her 
    scalp. 

    He cursed and let her fall back to the floor, then kicked her once in the 
    side. 

    * * * 

    "You what?" 

    "We can have more fun with two pussies." 

    "But Lisa Redmond. She's a straight-A student, popular, good family ... " 

    "She's a piece of cunt meat." 

    "Yeah, but she'll be missed." 

    "Let 'em. They'll never guess she's with us." 

    "So what was she like, tight?" 

    "Haven't touched her pussy yet." 

    "What?" Joe stared in surprise. 

    "I want to save it for last. Let her think she might keep her little cherry. 
    Let her worry every time we show up that we're gonna pop her. Psychological 
    torture, man. You're the shrink. You should know that." 

    "Yeah, but having a hot little cunt like her around and not touching it ... 
    " 

    "It won't be for long. Anyway, you can fuck her tits and ass, and that 
    pretty mouth of hers. We can have a lot of fun before we tear out that 
    cherry." 

    "I don't know. I think these girls, once you tear their cunts open, they 
    become a lot more obedient. They don't care as much about what you want from 
    them. After all, you've already fucked 'em, so why put up a fight after 
    that?" 

    "I want to make the slut beg to be fucked." 

    "She'll do that now." 

    "Yeah, but I want her to mean it. I want her to want me to fuck her cunt." 

    "Instead of her asshole, you mean. Have you throat-fucked her yet?" 

    "Nope. I will though." 

    "Let's go take a look at her." 

    "Sure. Hey, you thought of telling Phil?" 

    "Yeah, I will. I was gonna today, but now I figure we'll wait till Redmond 
    is broken." 

    "Yeah, then we can pick up a third girl." 

    "Don't get too fuckin' greedy man. One of these times we'll get caught." 

    "Naaah, it was easy. Anyway, nobody knows about your bomb shelter. You 
    didn't even know it when you bought the fuckin' place. Even the guy you 
    bought it from didn't know. If you hadn't redone the basement you never 
    woulda found it." 

    "True. But you can never tell. No good taking chances." 

    "Yeah. Hey, how's this for an idea? We grab some bitches from other schools, 
    ones that don't know us, bring 'em down here for a few hours or so, then let 
    'em go. They probably won't even report it to anybody." 

    "You got two tight pussies there now man, why don't you just reign it in for 
    a bit. There's a lot of fuckin' in those two hot little sluts." 

    "I wanna fuck 'em all, man, every teenage cunt in the city." 

    "Yeah, who doesn't?" 

    He unlocked the door to the shelter and he and Mike went inside. 

    The two girls were on the bed. Nicole was sitting back against the 
    headboard. Lisa was laying on her back, her legs spread. They both turned to 
    watch as the two men came in and locked the door behind them. 

    "Hello, girls. Miss us?" Mike taunted. 

    "Yes, Master," Nicole said. 

    "What about you, slut? Didn't you miss us?" He asked Lisa. 

    "Ye ... yes, master," she whispered. 

    "Shit. You sure whipped her tits good," Joe said, "And her cunt too." 

    "Her ass ain't no better," Mike grinned. "Taught you to do what you're told, 
    didn't it, slut?" 

    "Yes, Master," Lisa sniffled. 

    "Does your cunt hurt, Lisa?" Joe asked. 

    "Yes, Master," Lisa whined. 

    "Well, that's a shame. You should've had Nicole do something about that. 
    Kiss it and make it better." 

    "Yeah," Mike grinned. "Suck her cunt, slut." 

    "Yes, Master," Nicole sighed. She crawled around between Lisa's spread 
    thighs and bent her head down. Her fingers carefully slid into the other 
    girl's snatch and peeled her cunt lips open. Lisa whimpered and gasped in 
    pain at every touch. 

    Then Nicole's tongue began to lap at her pink flesh, pushing down into her 
    cunt tube, then sliding up against her clit and caressing it with a gentle 
    touch. 

    "We're gonna have to get a real hot lezzie scene going, then video tape it 
    and send it to their parents," Mike laughed. "We can have them write a 
    letter saying they're in love and have gone off together." 

    "Better wait till the welts are gone." 

    "Yeah. I'm not an idiot." 

    Nicole was on her knees and elbows as she sucked on Lisa's pussy. Mike moved 
    in behind her and slid a hand between her thighs, cupping her own pussy and 
    squeezing it repeatedly. He rubbed his hand along her cunt pad, then pushed 
    a finger into her slit. 

    "Hot little slut, aren't you?" 

    "Yes, Master," Nicole said, then returned to her licking. 

    "I'm getting a boner watching this ass waving at me," Mike said. 

    "So stick your dick up it." 

    "Yeah. Think I will." 

    He dropped his pants and knelt on the bed behind Nicole, then shoved his 
    cock into her snatch. He wasn't gentle or patient, forcing it into her up to 
    the hilt in seconds, then gripping her hips and fucking with a harsh rhythm. 

    Nicole continued to suck and lick Lisa's pussy as ordered, ignoring the man 
    fucking her own cunt. Joe sat down on the bed and watched, then put a hand 
    on Lisa's wounded tit mounds and stroked them gently. 

    "Nice fuckin' melons you got, Lisa. I've wanted to suck and fuck these for 
    months. Not that that should surprise you. Every boy in school wants to fuck 
    you and get his hands on these tits. Most of the teachers, too. What a waste 
    of talent having you walk around a cherry. You should've been getting fucked 
    ten times a day." 

    "She will be now," Mike chortled. 

    "Yeah. A body like yours, Lisa, was built to be fucked. Not letting guys 
    fuck you is a crime against nature. Jesus, look at these tits." He squeezed 
    them and Lisa moaned in pain as his fingers crushed the bruised flesh. 

    "You're a natural piece of cunt meat," he sighed. "A walking fuck-hole 
    that's just waiting for a hard boner." 

    "Her asshole ain't too bad either," Mike said, humping faster against 
    Nicole's buttocks, his cock pounding back and forth in her tight little cunt 
    slit. 

    "Yeah, I'll have to spread your legs and fuck your ass too before long," Joe 
    told the wide-eyed girl. "I want to fuck these tits too, and of course ... " 
    He slid his fingers up and onto her mouth, then pushed to fingers through 
    her lips. 

    "That's right, honey. You're gonna suck my cock all the way down to the 
    balls," he told her, pumping his fingers in and out of her mouth. 

    "Suck these. Go on. Suck 'em." 

    She sucked on his fingers as he slid them in and out of her lips. She had no 
    other choice after all. No matter what pain still blazed in her pussy, 
    titties and ass, she knew it would be far worse if she were to disobey 
    again. 

    The beating with the crop had done something to her mind. She had never even 
    been spanked when she was a child. The savage whipping, the agonizing pain, 
    had shattered all her confidence. The humiliating sexual assaults had torn 
    away her pride, her dignity, and her self-respect. 

    There was little enough left now but fear. 

    "You'll do better with my cock, Lisa," he grinned. "Get up. I want you on 
    your knees on the floor." 

    She pulled away from Nicole, wincing and gasping in pain with every 
    movement, then dragged her aching body out of bed and onto the floor. She 
    knelt in front of Joe, then, at a barked command, fell forward onto her 
    hands. 

    "Now that is a sight," Joe said. 

    "Look at those fuckin' tits hanging down there," Mike sighed. "They're like 
    cows udders." 

    "They're a sight, alright." Joe moved around her, examining the trembling 
    girl from all angles. 

    "That ass sure is striped." 

    "She got what she deserved," Mike said. 

    "Yeah. But, you know, I got something that'll hurt a lot worse and not leave 
    marks like that." 

    "Yeah, what?" 

    "The electric generator there. Hook her up to that and she can scream 
    forever without getting a bruise." 

    "We'll have to try it." 

    "We will. Stand up, slut." 

    Lisa got to her feet, still shaking. Mike gave a final flurry of savage 
    thrusts into Nicole's buttocks, then rammed his cock in to the hilt and 
    threw her forward onto her face, landing atop her with a grunt of relief. 

    "I got something new. They were for Nicole but I think you can have them. He 
    paused. "Thank me, slut." 

    "Thank you, Master," she whimpered. 

    He opened a brown paper bag he had brought and poured what looked like a 
    bunch of chains onto the table. There were chains, but also thick metal 
    shackles and a collar, also made of thick metal. 

    He placed the shackles on her wrists and ankles, carefully locking each 
    closed. Then he took a chain and pulled it around her narrow waist like a 
    belt. It locked together in back. He took out another chain, narrower, and 
    locked it to the shackle on her right wrist, then slid it through a ring in 
    her belt and locked it to her other wrist. 

    He took out a final chain and locked her ankle shackles together, leaving 
    only a foot or so of space. 

    "Kneel, slut." She eased down onto her knees, blinking her big brown eyes 
    repeatedly. 

    He took out the big collar and handed it to her. She took it awkwardly. It 
    was open, with a latch that would lock automatically when the collar was 
    snapped together. 

    Mike sat on the edge of the bed watching, Nicole kneeling between his legs 
    and licking his cock and balls. 

    "I want you to repeat everything I say." 

    "Yes, Master," Lisa said weakly. 

    "I am a slave." 

    "I ... I am a slave," she whispered. 

    "You are my master." 

    "You are my master," she gulped. 

    "My only purpose in life is to obey." 

    "My only purpose in life is to obey." 

    "I have no will. I have no body. I have no life. These all belong to you." 

    "I am a slut. I am worthless. I am a low, craven, sluttish whore. My only 
    reason to exist is so men can use me for their own pleasure." 

    "I will obey every order you give me for the rest of my life." 

    Lisa repeated it all in a small, frightened voice, hesitating at the last 
    sentence, before completing it. 

    "Now take the collar, the slave collar, and put it around your own neck, 
    then lock it in place." 

    Lisa pulled the collar around her throat, tears trickling down her cheeks 
    now as she began to cry. She had a little difficulty with the latch, but 
    then pushed the thing together. A loud click was heard and she lowered her 
    head miserably. 

    "You belong to us, slut. We do whatever we want with you, and if you disobey 
    in any way, if you fail to please us, we will punish you badly." 

    "Yes, Master," she sniffled. 

    He took off his clothes and stood naked in front of her. 

    "Suck my cock now, slut." 

    "Yes, Master," she said. 

    She tilted her head back and took his cock into her mouth, sucking carefully 
    on his boner. Her lips slid up and down the shaft as he stood above her, 
    smiling slightly, his arms folded across his hairy chest. She could just 
    barely get her hands up near her chin, but the chain kept her from getting 
    both around his cock. 

    She let one hand slide back down near her belly. That allowed her to pull 
    her other hand up and grip his cockshaft as she slid her lips up and down 
    it. 

    "I don't think you need that hand, Lisa," Joe said. "I'm gonna teach you to 
    throat fuck. That's not gonna leave any room for your fingers." 

    He pulled his cock out of her mouth, then wiped it several times along her 
    face, sliding it slowly, tauntingly, rubbing it across her nose and cheeks 
    and forehead before moving around behind her. 

    He knelt briefly, then unsnapped the chain from her right manacle and drew 
    it out of the ring on her chain belt. 

    He pulled her hands behind her back and shackled them together, then rose 
    again, standing just above and behind her. 

    "Tilt your head back, little whore," he said. 

    She raised her chin, pulling her head back. Joe gripped her and jerked it 
    back hard, making her cry out in pain as her hair was pulled. He forced her 
    head way back, so she was looking straight up at the ceiling. It was 
    uncomfortable, but not as much as when Mike had forced her head back even 
    more before beating her tits. 

    "Now slut. I'm sure you've seen sword-swallowers. You've seen how they tilt 
    their heads way back and take the sword right down their gullets. That's 
    what you're gonna do. You're gonna take my sword right down your gullet." 

    He put his cock into her open mouth and she closed her lips around it, 
    sucking hard. 

    "I'm gonna shove it right down your throat, girl. Your job is to do nothing. 
    I don't want you struggling to get away. I don't want you throwing up 
    either. Pretend it's a big piece of meat and swallow it." 

    "It's all a case of mind over matter. You have to ignore the feeling in your 
    throat that wants to throw up. You're supposed to be such a smart girl, so 
    this should be easy. Even a dumb cunt like Nicole managed to do it. Didn't 
    you, slut?" 

    "Yes, Master," Nicole said. 

    Joe spread his legs and shuffled a bit forward, so he was straddling the 
    kneeling girl. He began to slide his cock back and forth in her mouth, 
    pushing deeper each time. Odd, wet, slurping sounds came from the virgin 
    girl's mouth, yet no protests. 

    He placed his hands alongside her head, holding it firmly, then thrust down 
    hard. His cock punched through into her throat and he grunted in pleasure. 
    Lisa struggled briefly, instinctively, trying to cough and retch with the 
    big cockhead in her throat. 

    He slowly pushed it down her throat until his balls were pressed against her 
    nose and her eyes were right up against his ass. 

    "That's it, baby," he sighed. He held his cock in her throat still, taking a 
    hand off her head to caress her throat briefly, then he held her tightly 
    again and drew his cock back up. 

    Again she struggled, for if swallowing a big slab of meat was unnatural, 
    having it moving back up was even more so, and her throat did not like it at 
    all. Her throat felt raw and sore and bruised. It felt like she was being 
    choked, like someone was applying heavy pressure to her slender neck. 

    But the pressure was coming from the inside, and she had never imagined a 
    sensation like it. Her throat hurt, and felt bloated, and bruised, and also 
    scratchy and ticklish. 

    His cockhead slid back up to the entrance of her throat, then pushed back 
    down again, until she could feel it at the very bottom of her throat, right 
    where her chest began. 

    He slid it back up again, then pulled it out of her throat with a soft 
    popping noise. She coughed and gagged and gasped for breath as he smiled 
    indulgently. He let her get her breath, then pushed in again. She whimpered 
    in denial, but was too frightened to fight him. 

    His cock pushed into her throat and her lips slid up to the base and pressed 
    against his groin. He didn't leave it there this time but immediately pulled 
    it back up, starting a slow, careful fucking motion, groaning in pleasure as 
    her tonsils caressed his fuck-stick. 

    "That's it, slut. Suck that cock, slut," he sighed, his ass rising and 
    falling as he pumped his cock in her throat. He fucked steadily, sighing in 
    pleasure, gazing down at her out thrust titties with lust and appreciation. 

    He reached down and squeezed a fat tit as he fucked her throat, ignoring the 
    slight sound of complaint from her as he mashed the wounded melon with his 
    fingers. 

    He felt the heat rising in his loins, felt his balls getting ready to burst. 
    He pumped harder and faster, grunting with effort as he fucked straight down 
    into her face. Then his cum gushed down into her belly and he clenched his 
    teeth as the ecstasy washed over him. 

    He pulled his cock free of her mouth and wiped it against her face, then let 
    go of her head and staggered back. 

    Lisa coughed and panted, her face red from lack of air. She almost fell on 
    her face but managed to catch herself. She sank down onto her heels, 
    shoulders sagging, head bowed as she coughed and breathed deeply. Her ass 
    hurt with her sitting on it but she didn't care much just then. 

    "That's what your mouth is for, baby," Joe said. "Not for chattering away on 
    the fuckin' phone all the time." 

     CHAPTER SEVEN 

    "So how does this generator thing work?" 

    "I'll show you," Joe grinned. 

    He pulled Lisa to her feet and brought her over to the square frame. He and 
    Mike lifted her arms and locked her manacles into the corner chains, then 
    turned the levers until she was forced to her toes. They pulled her legs 
    apart then, dropping all her weight on her wrists as they locked her ankle 
    manacles to the lower corners. 

    Unlike Nicole, Lisa's manacles were of hard metal, not soft leather, and her 
    wrists ached fiercely as she hung from them. She moaned pathetically, tears 
    starting to trickle down her cheeks as the men tightened the lower chains 
    and put more and more weight on her wrists. 

    "Pleeeassee," she whimpered. 

    "You'll be begging worse than that in a minute," Joe said. 

    He gave her a kiss on the forehead then moved over to the cart that held the 
    electrical equipment. He rolled it over beside her, humming happily. She 
    gazed at it with anxious fear, panting for breath as her heart pounded 
    louder. 

    Joe took a wire from the machine and pulled it across to her right breast. 
    There was a small steel alligator clip on the end and he pulled it open then 
    put it around her nipple. He squeezed her tit hard to make the nipple stand 
    out more, then let it snap closed. 

    She screamed in pain, the teeth biting cruelly into her soft nipple. Her 
    head thrashed as she screamed and her body shook the frame as it tried 
    desperately to pull free. Her nipple burned with agony, a sharp, lancing 
    bolt of unbearable pain stabbing her behind the eyes. 

    "And that's just the clip," Joe laughed. 

    He waited for her to calm down a little, for her screams to change to sobs, 
    then squeezed her other breast to make that nipple stand out. 

    "Pleeeassseee," she sobbed. 

    He let the clip snap tight and she howled again, the framework squeaking as 
    she threw her weight against the chains holding her. 

    Joe took a long, narrow tube from the cart. It was about eight inches long, 
    mostly of plastic, but the last two inches or so was of shining metal. He 
    pulled her pussy lips apart but Mike made a noise and he remembered she was 
    still a virgin. He asked unhappily, then went behind her instead and slid 
    the thing up into her asshole. 

    A small leather strap was attached to the base of the tube, and he tied the 
    strap to the back of her belt to hold the thing in place. Then he ran a wire 
    from the electrical generator to the end of the tube, screwed it in place, 
    and shoved on the end with his finger until the whole tube disappeared up 
    her asshole and the hole closed around the wire. 

    He went back in front and picked up another wire, this one with an alligator 
    clip attached, and pulled her pussy lips apart. He knelt and then licked at 
    her clit a bit, holding her pussy wide as he eased the clip into place. He 
    closed the jaws around her little clitty, then let them close tightly. 

    Again she howled in agony, thrashing and screaming and wailing in pain, 
    begging them to remove the biting jaws from her super-sensitive little clit. 

    The machine gave a loud snap and the lights flickered briefly as it was 
    turned on. 

    Lisa hung there in pain-filled misery as Joe showed Mike the controls and 
    dials, explaining which knob controlled the power to the different wires, 
    and also what level of charge would cause just a buzz, and what level would 
    cause pain, and what level would cause excruciating agony. 

    Lisa felt a buzzing, a vibration in her right tit, a fluttery kind of 
    tickling that made her twitch uncomfortably. She felt the same thing in her 
    right tit then. She blinked her eyes fearfully. 

    Next she felt the buzzing in her groin, in her cunt, and then up in her 
    belly, where the nose of the tube lay. She whimpered anxiously, though she 
    felt no real pain other than from the clips, and of course, her wrists, arms 
    and shoulders. 

    Then something exploded deep inside her guts, a hot, terrible blast of 
    agony, like a monster was eating her from the inside out. She screamed at 
    the top of her lungs, shaking and thrashing and howling in agony as the 
    burning went on and on, terrible claws digging at her guts, tearing them 
    apart. 

    Then it stopped and she gave a strangled sob, her sweat coated body going 
    limp in its bonds as she gasped for breath and moaned weakly. 

    Her tits caught fire, more terrible jaws chewing and tearing at her flesh. 
    She screamed in horror, in agony, then the sound rose in pitch as her clit 
    blasted fresh agony through her tormented body. Her muscles snapped and 
    jerked, her nervous system flaring and burning all along her body. 

    The pain in her gut tore through her again, rising and falling, then rising. 
    The pain grew in her titties and in her clit, and she screamed again and 
    again. 

    Her screams were different than they had been when she'd been whipped. They 
    were oscillating up and down in pitch as the electricity set her body to 
    trembling and shaking uncontrollably. 

    The men stood back and watched as she howled and writhed in mad, demented 
    abandon, smiles on their faces. Nicole moaned and put her hands over her 
    ears, terrified they would hook her up to the thing next. She tried to 
    remain small and unseen as Lisa went on screaming in that odd, warbling way. 

    Joe turned the power down low on all four wires and her thrashing eased, 
    then stopped. She continued to twitch and jerk as her muscles and nerves 
    made spastic clenching motions. 

    "Now at this power all she feels is a buzzing," Joe said. "Leave it on long 
    enough and she'll probably cum." 

    "Let's watch that." 

    "It might take a while. Her whole nervous system is in shreds right now." 

    He gripped her hair and pulled her twitching head back. Her eyes looked out 
    sightlessly and her mouth quivered, drool sliding out of her lips. He let 
    her head fall forward again and stepped back. 

    "Want dinner?" 

    "Why not?" 

    They left, locking the door behind them. 

    * * * 

    Lisa hung there in a daze, chin on her chest, moaning weakly as the low 
    volume power ran through her body. She was dazed and almost insensible with 
    just the memory of the pain that had racked her lush, nubile body. No 
    thoughts went through her mind and she neither heard nor saw Nicole as she 
    moved around the room. 

    Her body still seemed to throb from the shocking power that had torn through 
    it. Sharp stinging pain was still centered on her nipples and clitty. Less 
    sharp pain made her breasts and ass and groin burn. Her skin seemed to 
    glisten from the layer of sweat coating her. Her hair was a tangled mass, 
    some matted against the side of her face and her forehead. 

    The electricity made her pussy and breasts humm and buzz, but she didn't 
    think about that. She didn't think about anything. Her aching breasts grew 
    warmer, swelling a little. Her cunt tunnel began to clench repeatedly, and 
    moisture seeped through the walls. 

    The orgasm came out of nowhere, but did not surprise her since her mind had 
    been driven far, far away. It was her body that responded to the buzzing 
    power pumping into it. She moaned louder and her head drew up and back as 
    she trembled. 

    The orgasm burned through her, then fled, and her chin dropped back onto her 
    chest. 

    Nicole looked up from where she was reading a comic book. Then looked back 
    to her book. 

    Her next orgasm was more powerful, and Nicole frowned as she looked up at 
    the groans and watched her arching her back, her body shaking, her head 
    nodding backwards. Then she went limp again. 

    Minutes later it happened again. Nicole simply thought she had gone out of 
    her mind and tried to ignore her. She didn't even imagine that a series of 
    gut wrenching orgasms was tearing through the helpless girl. 

    The pleasure rippled up and down Lisa's spine, buzzing away at the base of 
    her skull, drawing her upwards from the deep, dark hole the pain and torment 
    had thrown her into. She moaned weakly, her eyes fluttering as she started 
    regain some flickering awareness. 

    Her body was still bound securely, spread-eagled in the middle of the square 
    frame. Her legs and arms were pulled tightly in four different directions. 
    Her wrists ached, her arms were numb, her shoulders worse. Pain throbbed all 
    over her body. 

    But between her legs was a terrible, itching, a buzzing, a vibrating, 
    humming ... something, that was making her loins burn ... not with pain, but 
    with desire, desire for what she did not know. She felt her breasts, hot, 
    swollen, crackling with ... with ... with pleasure. 

    Her skin felt raw, tender, sensitive, and she almost longed for a caress, 
    for a hand to reach out and grab her, to squeeze her aching breasts, her 
    humming pussy mound. Awareness flooded her suddenly, memory of her terrible 
    beating, her shocking anal rape, then ... then ... the ... whatever it was, 
    the electricity that had torn her apart it seemed, torn her to shreds from 
    the inside out. 

    And now her body was so confused, or maybe the signals from it were so 
    confused ... 

    Then another orgasm washed over her, stunning her. She threw back her head, 
    clenching her teeth as wave after wave of wondrous pleasure crashed down 
    around her mind. She cried out in ecstasy, astonished at herself, at her 
    body, at the pleasure flooding her mind. 

    She choked, then coughed and breathed in fresh air, moaning as she tried to 
    bring her mind and body back together. What had caused the orgasm she didn't 
    know. She wasn't even absolutely sure it was a real orgasm. Maybe her body 
    was so blasted, so decimated by the terrible electrical torture that her 
    entire nervous system had collapsed and her body could no longer control 
    itself. 

    She raised her weary head and looked around. She was still in the stone 
    room, down under the earth, the bomb shelter. Nicole was there, sitting on 
    the bed, reading something. She glanced up, met Lisa's bleary eyes, then 
    looked down at her book again. 

    Lisa knew her of course, but had never associated with her. The two would 
    never even have traded greetings if they had met anywhere else. Nicole was, 
    as far as Lisa could remember, a dumb sluttish punk, a bully and a 
    loudmouth. 

    "Ni ... Nicole?" she gasped. 

    Nicole looked up at her without expression. 

    "Nic ... ole?" 

    "What?" 

    "Un ... tie me." 

    "No." 

    "But ... but I ... " 

    "If they wanted you to be untied they would have untied you. I'm not gonna 
    do anything that might make them mad. They might put me up there instead." 

    She was probably right, Lisa thought. She continued to hang there, unable to 
    move much more than her head. The buzzing continued down between her legs, 
    and her titties seemed to bounce and jerk all on their own. Then she felt 
    another orgasm approaching. 

    She didn't want it, not really, for it was yet another humiliation, but, on 
    the other hand, she had felt so much pain lately, and this was soooo good. 

    She gave up struggling, abandoned herself to the climax as it burned through 
    her brain. She gasped, bright lights blinding her as her mind reeled under 
    the force of the howling orgasmic storm that tore through her body. 

    Her head shot back, straining her neck, trying to swing all the way back and 
    hit her own back. Her burning breasts jutted out hard and swollen, 
    electricity crackling around and through them. Her ass humped back and forth 
    as she drove herself towards the source of the pleasure hammering her body. 

    Then again she went limp, gasping for air. Her head fell forward again and 
    she tried to regain some control of her body, of her senses. She didn't 
    really know what was happening to her, what was wrong with her. Her body 
    ached in so many places so why was this ... this pleasure coursing through 
    her veins? 

    Hours later the men returned, but she wasn't aware of them. She was 
    murmuring and groaning, panting and whimpering, her body aching and 
    exhausted from the pain and pleasure that had so shocked it that day. 

    They ignored her anyway, going over to Nicole. She looked frightened a 
    first, thinking they might be about to hurt her as they had Lisa. But when 
    they stripped and Joe got into bed with her she smiled tentatively, glad 
    that it seemed they were only going to fuck her. 

    "Ready for a good, Royal fucking, slut?" Joe taunted. 

    "Yes, Master," she said with relief. 

    And she was, really. Anything that didn't hurt her was a good thing, as far 
    as she was concerned. And it wasn't like her pride or dignity were bothered 
    any more at being fucked without permission. She had no pride or dignity 
    left. 

    Joe lay on his back and held his cock up. She turned onto her belly, rose to 
    her knees and crawled up to it, sliding her lips over the head and sucking 
    it into her mouth like a thick strand of spaghetti. Mike got into bed behind 
    her, slid his hand in between her legs and onto her belly, then lifted her 
    knees up and pulled her around so her ass was pointed to the foot of the 
    bed. 

    He let her down and cupped her pussy pad, squeezing it a few times, then he 
    slid his cock into her and began a slow, casual fucking. 

    Joe slid his hands through her hair as she bobbed her lips on his cock. 

    "You're a good girl, aren't you, Nicky?" 

    "Yes, Master," she said, taking her lips off his cock to reply. 

    "That's good. You don't want us to whip you and shock you like that slut 
    there, do you?" 

    "No, Master." 

    "Have her sit on your dick," Mike said. "I'm gonna butt-fuck her." 

    "Right. Okay, slut. Crawl up here and slide your pussy down on this." 

    "Yes, Master," she said eagerly. She wanted to show enthusiasm, so they'd 
    know what a good girl she was. 

    She straddled Joe's hips and lifted his cock, positioning it against her 
    snatch. Then she slid her lips over it and slowly sank down to the hilt, 
    groaning slightly as it filled up her fuck box. 

    Mike stood up behind her then and pulled her head by the hair, forcing it 
    back. Then he dropped his cockhead into her lips. She sucked automatically 
    and he fucked slowly up and down as Joe slid his hands up her belly and 
    cupped her breasts. 

    Mike punched his cock down hard and it slipped through into her gullet. She 
    was prepared since she'd been expecting it, and managed not to choke too 
    much as his tool slid down her throat. He pumped it back and forth for long 
    seconds, almost a full minute, then pulled it free. She gasped in relief. 

    He let go of her hair then and gave her back a shove. Joe pulled her down so 
    her breasts pillowed against his chest, then Mike knelt behind her and 
    pressed his spit-wet cockhead against her asshole. 

    Nicole clutched her fists tightly as he worked his cock into her ass tunnel, 
    but it didn't hurt that much. Partly because she had figured out by now how 
    to keep her ass muscles from clamping down, and partly because his cock was 
    all wet and slippery. 

    It did feel very strange to have two cocks inside her at the same time. 
    Strange, but not really bad. In fact, to a girl who had lost her dignity and 
    pride, and no longer had any outrage left, and to a girl who had absolutely 
    nothing to do all day long, sex was not all that bad a thing, whether it was 
    her choice or not. 

    Hadn't she already cum while Mike had eaten, then fucked her? Sex, she had 
    realized, could be pleasurable. And with nothing else around to give her 
    pleasure she was not at all bothered by having a lot of it. 

    She didn't really like being fucked up the ass. That didn't bring her 
    pleasure. On the other hand, her belly was becoming so full, with two big 
    cocks in her, that she was starting to get turned on. Her clitty was 
    grinding against Joe's cock as he kneaded and squeezed her breasts, and 
    then, as he began to hump against her, she responded willingly. 

    She began to bounce up and down a little, as much as she could with Mike 
    working his cock into her shitter. The sensation was very strange, for she 
    could feel Mike's cock against her cunt, but from the other side. It was 
    like the two cocks bloated out her narrow cunt and ass tubes so much that 
    they were touching inside her somewhere. 

    And when Mike finally buried the last inch of cock in her rectum and she 
    felt his balls pressed against her, she knew a distinct satisfaction at 
    having her belly packed so full of cock. 

    "Wait till we get Phil here," Mike sighed. "Then we'll have a cock for her 
    mouth too." 

    "Yeah, I think I'll tell him tomorrow," Joe said. 

    "Better wait a day, till we have that slut over there all ready." 

    "Okay by me." 

    Nicole's belly was warming up at a rapid speed, and as both men began to 
    pump their dicks inside her, and their hands roved over her sensitive skin, 
    she started to pant with heat. Then Lisa started grunting and gasping 
    weakly, whimpering and muttering as she came again. 

    The whole thing seemed so surreal to her that she could think of nothing but 
    simply enjoying the pleasure coursing through her system. She paid little 
    attention to Lisa, or to the sniggering comments of the men fucking her, 
    concentrating instead on the feel of their cocks as they moved inside her. 

    They started to use more force, Mike pounding his thighs into her buttocks, 
    Joe bouncing his ass up and down below her. She used her knees to pull her 
    ass up and down in time to Joe's fucking, and Mike moved in time to both of 
    them. 

    Her mind began to drift as a sexual high enveloped her body. She moaned in 
    pleasure, then gasped as Mike threw a particularly hard thrust into her 
    anus. She felt her clitty burning and sparkling with sexual pleasure, felt 
    her lower belly throbbing and spinning. 

    Sex-heat took over her brain and began to squeeze down around it. 

    Then she came, grunting and whining and cursing softly as the climax sent 
    searing ecstasy ripping through her guts. She shook her head from side to 
    side, humping faster on Joe's prick as she expelled all her breath in a 
    long, quavering sigh of delight. 

    * * * 

    They didn't leave Lisa up all night as they'd planned. It wasn't due to 
    kindness, but selfishness. They didn't want to have her unconscious all day 
    tomorrow. Before they turned off the juice and cut her down, though, they 
    woke her up by turning up the juice. 

    She screamed shrilly as they zapped her breasts, then cunt, then asshole, 
    then tits, then alternated from one to another, sometimes zapping her from 
    all at the same time. 

    When she no longer screamed they cut her down and threw her on the bed next 
    to Nicole. Then, to her surprise and pleasure, they brought down a TV and 
    VCR. 

    But once again, it was not a kindness. The TV had no antennae, and the VCR 
    had only a couple of tapes, both hard core pornos. 

    "I want you to watch these, slut," Joe said. "These are lezzie tapes. You 
    and that other whore there, are going to put on a lezzie show for me and 
    Mike tomorrow. It better be good or else you're both going back up on that 
    frame there. Understand?" 

    "Yes, Master," she gulped. 

    "Better study then, slut," Mike sniggered. 

    He and Joe left and Nicole watched the TV. Even if she hadn't been ordered 
    to, she would have, since there was absolutely nothing else to do and she 
    was bored stiff. Certainly Nicole wasn't going to be good for anything that 
    night. 

    She watched the girls on the TV suck each other's pussies, finger each 
    other's snatches, suck each other's tits and nipples, and gave each other 
    long, loving wet kisses. They also did things like grinding their pussies 
    together, both like men did, and in a kind of leg scissor thing. None of it 
    looked very difficult. 

    Some of them used dildos and vibrators on each other. One of the dildos 
    looked huge, and both girls fucked it at the same time, from opposite ends. 
    Another girl had a dildo strapped onto herself and fucked a second girl in 
    the ass with it. 

    She recognized both of these since they were in Joe's box of toys. She'd 
    been waiting fearfully for days for him to use the giant dildo on her, and 
    was happy now to learn that only half of it was supposed to go up her 
    snatch. 

    Of course, doing all that with Lisa wasn't exactly attractive. She didn't 
    like Lisa. In school she'd always considered her a dweeby little egg head, a 
    goody-goody dork. Now she was going to have to fuck her, and pretend to 
    enjoy it. Strangely, the part she was dreading most was not sucking her cunt 
    or nipples, or fucking her with a dildo, but kissing her on the lips. 

    Well, she'd manage. 

    * * * 

    She had to shake Lisa for a long time before she would wake up. Even then 
    the girl didn't seem to have any intelligence left. She looked at Nicole out 
    of big, sad brown eyes and showed little emotion when Nicole told her about 
    the dyke show they were supposed to put on. 

    "Can I have some water?" she asked in a small, meek voice. 

    "There isn't any. It's all in there." She pointed at the bathroom. "And the 
    door is locked." 

    "I'm thirsty," Lisa whined. 

    "You'll have to act good for the Masters when they come down. Beg for it and 
    they might give you some. They gave me some when I stopped being bad and 
    begged." 

    "I wasn't bad," Lisa said mournfully. 

    "You tried to run away, stupid, and you didn't want to let him fuck you in 
    the ass." 

    "He hurt me," Lisa said sadly, blinking her eyes rapidly. 

    "He whipped your tits but good," Nicole nodded, "And your pussy too. You 
    better be good today or he'll whip you again, or maybe stick you back up 
    there." She pointed at the square frame and Lisa shuddered. 

    "You better watch the movie so you know how we're supposed to act," Nicole 
    said. 

    So they watched the movie. Lisa didn't look shocked by anything. Though she 
    didn't exactly laugh either. Nicole made faces at several points but didn't 
    otherwise comment. 

    "Wanna practice?" she said finally. 

    "If you say so," Lisa said. 

    They lay back and pressed their bodies together, then Nicole kissed Lisa on 
    the lips, moving her lips slowly over the other girl's mouth, her tongue 
    probing, dipping into Lisa's oral cavity. Lisa didn't respond at all until 
    Nicole snapped at her, then she kissed back. 

    They practiced licking and fingering each other's pussies like the women on 
    the tape did, pausing to review the thing a few times. They sucked each 
    other's breasts, and practiced groaning and moaning and grinding their hips 
    and asses around. 

    Nicole wanted to fuck Lisa with a strap-on dildo, but found, to her 
    amazement, that the brunette was still a virgin. So instead she fucked her 
    in the ass, explaining while she did, how best to loosen up her anal muscles 
    and ease the pain. 

    Then Lisa fucked Nicole in the cunt and the ass, and then they ground their 
    crotches together in a simulation of the sex-play they'd watched on the TV. 

    All of it was supposed to be just practice, but when Nicole began licking 
    Lisa's cunt mouth the brunette started groaning for real, and her hands came 
    down on Nicole's head with more strength than an act would require. To 
    Nicole's surprise the big-titted girl climaxed within less than two minutes. 

    "It hurts down there," Lisa said in a puzzled tone, "But my clitty is so 
    sensitive it feels raw and tender and any touch makes me jump." 

    "Maybe it's all that electricity they pumped into it," Nicole said with a 
    shrug. 

    She then proceeded to lick her again, making her cum again, then again, then 
    again. She was kind of amused by it and didn't envy the other girl the 
    pleasure, though she kind of wished she wouldn't clamp her thighs around her 
    head and shove her face into her cunt when she came. 

    Then Lisa licked out Nicole's fuck box. Nicole was by then getting into 
    things, and though her clit hadn't been shocked like Lisa's, before the 
    other girl had finished her tongue bath she had cum too. 

    After that their kisses grew more passionate and when they started fucking 
    each other with dildos they were actually having a good deal of fun, not to 
    mention being turned on. Both came several more times before Mike came 
    downstairs. 

     CHAPTER EIGHT 

    He gave them a smirk then pulled up a chair next to the bed and sat down. 

    "Are you two whores ready to show what lezzies you are?" he asked. 

    "Yes, Master," Nicole said. 

    "Yes, Master," Lisa said, her tone more subdued. 

    "You don't sound very excited, slut," Joe said. "Would you rather be 
    electrocuted again?" 

    "No, Master!" she gasped. 

    "Let's see some hot, lezzie loving then," he grinned. 

    Nicole hesitated, then she turned to Lisa and they pressed their bodies 
    together. They began kissing, their mouths moving hungrily against each 
    other, their hands stroking each other's bodies as they made soft, sighing 
    sounds of pleasure. 

    Before long Nicole shifted her lips down and began to lick and suck at 
    Lisa's nipples, which were both as sensitive as her clit now. Both ached 
    like they'd been burned, but were exquisitely sensitive to the other girl's 
    soft tongue and lips and mouth. 

    Her eyes fluttered and she sighed in pleasure as Nicole sucked first one 
    nipple, then the other. Then the black haired girl slid downwards between 
    the other's legs and began to lick and tongue her slit and clitty. 

    Now Lisa began humping up at her, grinding her ass into the bed as she 
    moaned in happy pleasure. Her hands stroked Nicole's head and her legs 
    jerked and twitched on the bed as she rolled her head from side to side. 

    "Yessssss! Oohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" she groaned. 

    She came, crying out in pleasure as she jammed Nicole's face into her 
    snatch. 

    Then they were in each other's arms again, their tongues sliding together, 
    their legs sliding between each other as they started to grind their hot 
    snatches against one another. 

    His cock started to throb with life before long, and Joe saw no reason to be 
    frustrate it with two slutty teenage girls available. He jerked his pants 
    down and went to the bed. Lisa was atop the other girl then, her ass 
    sticking up slightly. He slid a hand in between her thighs and gave her 
    snatch a squeeze. She groaned and humped back at him. 

    "Dirty slut," he grinned, squeezing repeatedly, rubbing his hand along her 
    hole. 

    "I'd love to fuck your cunt," he sighed. "But I guess it's up to Joe to 
    unplug you. Still, you've got a fine little ass there. Want me to fuck your 
    asshole?" 

    "Yes, Master," Lisa gulped. 

    "You. Slut. Come around behind me and lick my asshole while I fuck this 
    bitch," Joe said to Nicole. 

    "Yes, Master," she said. 

    She moved out from under Lisa and crawled around behind Joe as Lisa lay 
    quietly on her belly. Joe half-turned and pulled Nicole's face down to his 
    cock by the hair, and she sucked quickly, wetting it down. Then he shoved 
    her away, turned, and placed his cock-head against the little round hole. 

    Nicole moved right behind him and gripped his hips as she lowered her mouth 
    to his asshole. Joe pushed his cock forward and down, jamming his prick into 
    Lisa's butt-hole, then driving it deeper. Lisa winced a little, but fought 
    to keep her ass muscles from clamping down, like Nicole had showed her. 

    It mostly worked, and it didn't hurt much as Joe buried his tool in her ass. 
    It helped that he kept his movements slow because he was enjoying Nicole's 
    tongue. It felt strange to her, laying there on her belly, legs and arms 
    apart, quietly getting sodomized, yet since with little pain she didn't 
    mind. 

    Like Nicole, she didn't mind anything now so long as it didn't hurt. All 
    pride and dignity had been shocked and beaten out of her. 

    Joe's cock sawed back and forth inside her asshole as she lay there, and 
    then she felt a moisture back there as he spit out his juice. It didn't take 
    very long at all, partly due to Nicole's tongue, and she was amazed that 
    she'd gone through so much torment the other day to avoid it. She couldn't 
    imagine what she'd been thinking. 

    Joe then got leashes and led the two girls around the room in circles, 
    making them heel and sit, and kneel and roll over, talking to them like they 
    were dogs, petting their heads and slapping their asses. They even barked 
    when he ordered it. 

    He had Lisa put on a strap-on dildo, then ordered her to mount Nicole there 
    on the floor, watching as they fucked like dogs. 

    Neither girl minded any of it. In fact, Nicole almost came while being 
    fucked, and would have if Joe hadn't ordered Nicole to halt, then taken her 
    into the other room to wash her. 

    Like Nicole earlier, Lisa was gagged with the ball gag so she couldn't drink 
    anything. But afterwards she was still not allowed any water. She whimpered 
    at this but didn't complain, knowing better. 

    Nicole was fed and watered, then he locked the bathroom and left them there 
    for the day, telling them to practice their lesbian sex. 

    As soon as he was gone Nicole had Lisa put on the dildo and fuck her again 
    until she climaxed. Lisa was bemused by her grunting and moaning, and wanted 
    to get fucked herself, but neither dared take her cherry, knowing the 
    masters wanted it intact. 

    Joe and Mike came down some hours later. 

    Lisa, coached by Nicole, crawled over in front of them and licked at Mike's 
    shoes, then begged for water. Mike grinned at Joe who grinned back. 

    "You want water, slut?" 

    "Oh yes, Master," she panted. 

    "Are you a good girl?" 

    "Yes, Master." 

    "We'll see what a good girl you are, slut." 

    Both of them took off their clothes. Joe went over to Nicole, put her on her 
    back, shoved her legs back against her chest, and buried his tool in her 
    belly without further ceremony. Mike rubbed his cock against Lisa's face as 
    she kneeled in front of him, then had her suck him. 

    Her mouth was dry, which didn't please him, so he pushed her away. 

    "Want some water, slut?" 

    "Yes, Master! Please, Master!" 

    He got out the bowl and watered her by hand just as Joe had told him too. 
    She moaned in relief, slurping and sucking the drops from his palms and 
    fingers as he stroked her hair. 

    "Know what I want to do, slut?" 

    "No, Master." 

    "I want to fuck your cunt so hard my dick comes out your mouth." 

    "Yes, Master. Please fuck me, Master," Lisa said, eyes bright. 

    "You want me to fuck your cunt, bitch?" 

    "Yes, Master." 

    "Beg for it then." 

    "Please fuck me in the cunt, Master," she said. 

    "You slut." 

    "Yes, Master." 

    "You're a dirty little whore, aren't you?" 

    "Yes, Master. I'm a dirty whore and a slut. Please fuck my cunt." 

    "Get on all fours like the bitch dog in heat you are." 

    She turned and knelt there, her ass to him. He knelt behind her, running his 
    hands up and down her flanks, reaching under her and mashing her tender tit 
    mounds. She groaned in response. 

    He rubbed his cock up and down her slit, surprised to find she was a little 
    wet down there. 

    "I'm gonna rip out your cherry, you dirty whore." 

    "Yes, Master," she sighed. 

    He pressed his cockhead against her crack, then slid it inside until he felt 
    her hymen. He fucked the front of her cunt tunnel for a minute, going faster 
    and faster, then he thrust hard and deep. Lisa yelped as his tool rammed 
    into her cherry and tore it apart, sliding down deep into her virgin belly. 

    He held her hips tightly as she shuddered and moaned. He drove his cock all 
    the way in to the hilt, then ground his balls into her as his hands pulled 
    her against him. 

    "OOooohhhhhhh," she gasped. 

    "Slut!" he cursed. "Dirty whore!" 

    He drew back, then rammed forward. 

    "Ahhhhhhh!" 

    "Cunt! Fuck hungry little twat!!" 

    He drew his cock slowly down the length of her fuck tube until only the head 
    remained, then buried it into her with a single hard thrust. Again she cried 
    out. Again he ground himself against her soft young buttocks. 

    He bounced his thighs off her ass, then began a rat-a-tat-tat humping, a 
    high-speed, short-stroked pistoning of his cock inside her fuck hole. His 
    cockhead scoured the inside of her cunt tube as he rode her. The muscles of 
    his arms bulged as he jerked her back to meet each rapid-fire thrust. 

    He drilled her for a long minute, then, gasping, he halted, then began a 
    long, slow fuck, using the full length of his cock, running the tip of his 
    prong from the deepest recesses of her fuck box to just inside her cunt 
    lips. 

    He sighed, leaning forward on her, his hands going up onto her shoulders and 
    clutching there. He fucked her slowly but firmly for a minute. His hands 
    slid off her shoulders and down around her, cupping her breasts. She moaned 
    in real pleasure, instinctively pushing her cunt back onto his cock-pole. 

    He mashed and twisted her fat meat with his fingers before shifting his grip 
    back onto her shoulders and beginning a high speed pumping again, this time 
    continuing to use the full length of his cock-rod and the full length of her 
    slit tunnel. 

    His thighs slammed into her buttocks with jarring force now as he skewered 
    the whining, big-titted slut. Each hard thrust threw her forward against his 
    hands and drew a grunt of surprise and pleasure from the girl. 

    He panted for breath, heat growing inside him. He pulled his head back, 
    glorying in his total possession of her, in the tightness, the warmth, the 
    heat of her fuck-tunnel around his cock. He heard her squeal and felt her 
    puss clasping and clenching down on his tool, and knew she was cumming. 

    He felt surprised, then pleased, for this was another power, another way to 
    possess her, but he also cursed, excited beyond belief as her cunt sucked 
    and chewed on his boner. 

    He gripped her long, thick brown hair in both hands, pulling back savagely 
    as he rammed his loins into her ass. She yelped and cried out, but her cunt 
    continued to suck and spasm around his plunging fuck-pole. He parted her 
    hair into two thick bunches, his face sneering as he used them like the 
    reins of a horse, jerking back with each forward thrust. 

    Her eyes bulged. Her mouth gaped. She gurgled and yelped and whined and 
    moaned and cried out as her scalp ached and her cunt blasted heat into her 
    body. Then he gave a final curse, his cum gushing out, filling her with his 
    seed. He gave a final flurry of thrusts, then let her hair go and stopped. 

    She fell forward, almost hitting her face on the floor before her elbows 
    blocked the blow. She moaned, sinking down onto her shoulders, her chest 
    heaving. He squeezed and stroked her upturned buttocks as he let his prick 
    soften inside her. 

    After he and Joe had recovered a little, both girls were put through their 
    paces again, sucking and licking each other, fucking each other with dildos 
    and fingers, kissing wetly, and grinding their lush flesh together. 

    They both crawled around on orders, then both knelt, opened their mouths and 
    let their masters piss down their throats. 

    Joe left them with Mike for a while, then, when he returned, Phil Stoneman 
    was with him, his eyes wide as he saw the two hot little sluts kneeling 
    naked before him. 

    They crawled over to him and began licking his feet as he stared in stunned 
    amazement, then Nicole drew out his cock and began sucking, while Lisa 
    helped strip off his clothes. He kept jerking his head around, staring at 
    one girl, then the other, then at his buddies who were watching with smirks 
    on their faces. 

    Both girls knelt then on all fours, raising their asses high, and begged him 
    to fuck them in the cunts or assholes. No man, of course, could have 
    resisted, and he didn't. He threw himself on Nicole first, slamming his cock 
    into her cunt crack and humping wildly. 

    He came inside her, but his prick stayed hard. He shifted over and buried it 
    in Lisa's snatch, fucking her in a frenzy. 

    Then he sat down with the other guys and watched the two perform a hot 
    lesbian show, while they told him how the two sluttish girls had been broken 
    and trained to slavery. 

    Before long he had another bulging cock. He fucked Nicole's mouth, sliding 
    his tool down her throat, then pulled out and slammed his boner into Lisa's 
    asshole, spilling his juice back there. 

    He and the guys then posed the girls for the video camera Joe brought down. 
    The two did everything two girls could, groaning and whining in hot sexual 
    lust, smiling for the camera, and climaxing repeatedly. 

    "The problem though, guys," Phil said. "Is we're short one slut. We need one 
    more." 

    "Not really," Joe said. "I mean, you can fuck Lisa's asshole while I fuck 
    her cunt and Mike fucks her throat all at the same time. We got six holes 
    here and only three cocks." 

    "If you count Lisa's big melons that's a seventh hole too," Mike sniggered, 
    lifting a bottle of beer to his lips. 

    "Maybe so, but I want a slave too." 

    "Okay, so who?" Joe shrugged. 

    "Let me think. How about Kelly Morgan. We could use a blonde." 

    "Yeah, that's a good idea," Mike nodded. 

    "Hey, how about Jordan Foster instead?" Joe grinned. 

    "Miss stuck up?" Mike laughed 

    "Miss nothing-impresses-me?" Phil snorted. 

    "I bet we could impress her. I bet she's a lot less snotty when she's naked 
    and on all fours." 

    "I bet her eyes open wide with a cock down her throat and another up her 
    asshole." 

    "One other thing, guys," Joe said. 

    "Yeah?" 

    "Well, we got a black haired slut here, and a brown haired slut, and we're 
    gonna get a blonde haired slut. We just gotta get a redheaded slut too." 

    "Greedy bastard, ain't you?" 

    "That's four. That's too man. They need a lot of fucking." 

    "I got plenty of cock to go around," Joe said. 

    "I dunno," Mike said. 

    "Hey, we can get 'em to fuck each other with dildos. Doesn't that count?" 

    "I bet Nicole here would love to ram a dildo up Jordan's butt. Wouldn't you, 
    slut?" 

    "Yes, Master," Nicole said. 

    * * * 

    Although Nicole's disappearance hadn't made much of a fuss at first, Lisa's 
    sure had. People began thinking about Nicole then too. So the herd of sluts 
    at school were wary that week, or so they thought of it. They still could 
    have grabbed Jordan, who acted far too bored and unimpressed to worry about 
    anything like that. 

    Once the tape arrived at Lisa's house, complete with a handwritten note 
    signed by both saying they were in love and going to L.A., the police called 
    off the search and things settled down again. Then it was easy to entice 
    Jordan world-weary blonde out to Mike's van. 

    The stung gun sure opened her eyes wide, for a few seconds. Then she was 
    cuffed and on her way back to Joe's house. 

    They decided to play the game differently this time, to add spice to things. 
    The babbling blonde was tossed onto the bed between Lisa and Nicole while 
    the guys sat down next to the bed to watch. 

    Nicole was shocked beyond measure to find herself in bed with the two naked 
    girls, and even more stunned when the two began to kiss and fondle her body, 
    and strip off her clothes. She fought desperately, screaming and cursing and 
    sobbing as they pressed their naked breasts against her and mashed their 
    lips down on hers. 

    They tore her clothes off and the mortified girl was pushed back on her back 
    as Nicole began licking at her slit. Lisa then sat on her face and slapped 
    her until she began to lick her cunt. She humped back and forth, riding her 
    cunt pad up and down against Jordan's face as the three men sniggered and 
    squeezed their bulging boners. 

    Jordan sucked Lisa to a cum, then Lisa and Nicole changed places and she 
    sucked Nicole to a cum while Lisa finger-fucked her and tongued her clitty. 

    Joe removed her handcuffs then and Lisa and Nicole put shackles on her 
    wrists and ankles. The stunned girl was collared, then led around on all 
    fours by Lisa as Nicole slashed her ass with the paddle. 

    Nicole and Lisa then knelt in front of her, pulling her face into their 
    breasts, mashing them all around her head as Phil got down on his knees 
    behind her and buried his cock in her spit-wet cunt crack. 

    Nicole wasn't a virgin, but she had never been ridden like Phil rode her. 
    Her body bounced wildly under the high-impact fucking, and soon her cunt was 
    full of sperm. 

    Phil moved away from the whimpering girl and Joe got in behind her. He 
    buried his cock up her snatch and fucked for a few minutes, then pulled it 
    out and, despite her cries and pleas, forced it up to the hilt in her tiny 
    butt-hole. Then he rode her as hard as Phil had, dumping his juice in her 
    asshole. 

    Mike then pulled her back on her heels, and, with Lisa and Nicole squeezing 
    and kneading her cunt and ass, and sucking on her taut tit melons, he pulled 
    her head back and forced every last inch of his cock down her throat. 

    She almost suffocated on cock meat, but he was careful to keep her 
    conscious. After he'd dropped his juice in her belly it was Phil's turn 
    again. He ass fucked her for long minutes before Joe put her on her back, 
    crushed her knees back against her chest, and rode her cunt for all it was 
    worth. 

    The guys then turned her over to Lisa and Nicole, who both had strap-on 
    dildos. They pulled her onto the bed, giggling and laughing, then put her on 
    her side and fucked her fore and aft, kissing and licking her, and fondling 
    her soft Ivory flesh. 

    She was forced to lick Lisa's cunt again, then Nicole's, then she pushed her 
    tongue into Lisa's asshole. Mike fucked her cunt, then her ass, then they 
    hung her from chains while all five took turns lashing her back and ass and 
    tits with the riding crop. 

    Lisa and Nicole then held her legs up and back while the three guys whipped 
    her cunt and belly. 

    After that she was put in the square beam and electricity poured through her 
    cunt, asshole, and tits until she finally stopped screaming and passed out. 
    The juice was left on a low-level buzz and the guys left her like that until 
    the next day. 

    A month passed before they grabbed a redhead, a small, sweet natured girl 
    with a tight ass and nice round tits. After breaking her Joe had the bright 
    idea of putting all four girls on the street. 

    They waited a few months until they were absolutely sure that all four girls 
    were totally dedicated to them, then quit work and moved across the country. 
    Soon they were raking in money hand over fist, while their four whores 
    sucked men in parking lots and were ass fucked in cheap motels. 

    Of course, none of them wanted to fuck girls who were street-whores, so they 
    grabbed a few more and broke-them as well. They lived in luxury and ease, 
    naked girls draped across them all day long, licking them, begging to be 
    fucked, and waiting on them hand and feet. 

    All of them were glad they'd decided to teach a different subject to the 
    slutty girls who had taunted their dreams, and none had a moment of regret 
    at what they'd done. Nor, for that matter, did the girls. 


     THE END
