He Taught With A Whip
by Harry Adams


FOREWORD 

Rick's orgasm was near. He rose up on the bed and drove Slade's face into 
his crotch. His dangling balls swelled. He felt them release his thick wads 
of scum into the base of his stem. 

The scum began to move down the length of his pink flesh. As it neared its 
tip, he puckered his lips and stood up. His legs opened and he began to 
crouch. Slade's face was buried in his crotch. 

"Here it is bitch! Open your throat! Ahhhhhh!" Rick came. 

A hot torrent of white clots of cum shot forth from his slit. Slade gagged 
and coughed as the steaming substance burst into her mouth. 

Rick held her struggling head with an iron grip. She would get every drop of 
his juice. He'd see to it! 

Slade's hands left her twat and she began to tear at her disarrayed hair. 
The thick, sticky liquid entering her body was too much to bear. Tears of 
shock formed in her eyes as her body shuddered and shook with the force of 
the hot, white, invading semen. 

Rick pumped on. With each thrust of his burning boner, another volley of cum 
would spurt forth. Thick clots of the substance rolled down her throat with 
the building momentum of a snowball rolling down the slope of a towering 
mountain. 

Slade withered with the force of Rick's cruel humps. Suddenly, however, her 
breaths grew shorter and shorter. The flame that had burned in her crotch 
began to consume every cell of her pathetic body. The blasts of Rick's prick 
in her mouth had triggered her own orgasm at last! 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Rick Cory was a firm believer in discipline. His students knew it better 
than anyone. Whenever Mr. Cory entered the classroom, a sudden hush would 
come over the young pupils. It was like someone had thrown an invisible 
blanket over all of them. It was almost frightening how much respect he 
demanded and received from his pupils. 

Mr. Hasting, the Principal of Endover High School, held Rick up to younger 
staff members, as a model of what a real teacher should be. He's described 
Rick as a "no nonsense professional" and a man "worthy of emulation." 

Little did Mr. Hastings know of the strange quirks in the austere Mr. Cory's 
personality. Rick didn't know them himself. But he'd soon find out. 

"Miss Carter," he suddenly called out in the quiet room. "Please explain the 
digestive system to the class." 

The young girl was beside herself. She hadn't studied the previous night. 
She had recently discovered the secret pleasures her young, vibrant body 
could provide in the confines of her darkened bedroom. She had told her 
mother that she was going to bed early and retreated to her upstairs room 
where she proceeded to dildo out her young, sweet pussy. Her science 
textbook rested on the desk next to the shaking bed as she masturbated 
relentlessly. 

"I, I mean, I can't, I didn't," she stuttered pitifully. 

Mr. Cory could be a vicious bastard with his students, especially the young, 
full-bodied girls. 

"Tsk, tsk! You wouldn't be unprepared now, would you? Isn't it sad! She 
can't remember!" 

Young Elaine Carter put her hands over her wide, blue eyes and began to sob 
quietly. She was shattered. She was humiliated. She had been caught without 
the knowledge she was supposed to have drummed into her own head. 

"Well now! Since Miss Carter had obviously rendered herself speechless, 
perhaps you, John Baines can help us. Tell us, young man. What is the 
digestive system, and how does it work?" 

Rick knew damn well that the Baines kid would know the answer. It was all 
part of his plan to throw salt in the psychic wounds he had inflicted upon 
young, innocent, horny Elaine. He glared at her as the Baines boy rattled on 
about the small and large intestines. He really got off on hurting young 
girls. Once in awhile it would even give him a hard-on. He was usually on 
his feet when he taught, so he always kept his sports jacket on. This would 
hide the long, thick rod, throbbing in his pants. 

Once after he had reduced another one of his female students to tears he had 
to get relief. When the bell rang and the class left he swiftly walked to 
the faculty lounge, where he beat off in one of its bathroom stalls. 

Astute Mr. Cory was a horny, cruel man. He had found the right profession to 
act it all out in, too. Teaching afforded him the freedom to hurt young 
people mentally under the guise of firmness and high academic standards. 

When he got home that day to his small, yet smartly furnished apartment he 
pulled out from under his bed, his extensive collection of pornography and 
began to sift through it like an old miser would play with his gold. He 
stopped when he came to the magazine entitled, "Advanced Bondage." He really 
had been getting into that idea lately. The sight of lovely, soft, saucy 
girls tied up made his prick spring to its full hardness like the flashing 
blade of a switchblade knife. 

For a bachelor, thirty-two year old Rick Cory did alright for himself. He'd 
take the summer off and drive out to the nearby rocky, Maine coast and spend 
the sunny days and starry nights trying his damndest to get the foxiest 
numbers into the large, soft bed of his rented seaside cottage. 

As he examined the victimized, bound beauties of his favorite magazine, he 
noticed that one of them had a striking resemblance to a twisted, yet 
beautiful woman he had met the previous summer. 

Her name was Rita and she had driven up for a "couple of weeks," from New 
York. Rick met her in the small beachtown's only supermarket one day and 
spent the following week fucking and abusing the fevered bitch raw. 

Not long after he met her, he could tell how unhappy and impressionable she 
was. She was twenty-two and had just completed her first year of teaching in 
New York's worst district. It was a traumatic experience for her. All of the 
wonderful ideals she had come to live by, were shattered. Her mind had 
almost snapped, and she'd cry herself to sleep night after night. It was 
quite an identity crisis, alright! She was open to anything now and Rick 
knew it immediately. 

His own first year of teaching was quite shocking to him too. But his 
iron-clad psyche withstood all the abuse his students could dish out. Poor 
Rita, on the other hand had to deal with some of the ugliest, most disturbed 
members of New York's poor Black community. For a luscious, blue-eyed blonde 
the experience was mind boggling. 

Rick lifted his arms up over the mattress of his bed as he rested his body 
on the thickly carpeted floor of his apartment. His mind wandered back to 
the first sexual experience he had had with dear, sweet, pathetic Rita. 

He had asked her out for dinner and had made reservations at the quietest, 
most intimate restaurant in the beach town. After a huge lobster dinner, he 
ordered her more chablis and listened to dear Rita recount her horrible 
experiences at the hands of some of the toughs of her junior high school. 

Rick hadn't heard a word she said. His cock was bursting in his tight jeans. 

Rita's long, blonde hair was cut so it always looked perfect, but casual. He 
watched it cascading down her creamy white skin, as her wine-wet mouth 
spoke. Her face was thin, and possessed fragile, soft features. She 
seemingly had perfected the art of putting on make-up. Her eyes appeared 
quite large and were surrounded by full, long flashing lashes. A faint dab 
of pink could be seen on the crests of her cheeks, while her lips were as 
red as the burgundy Rick drank. Her teeth were perfect and were as white as 
the napkin she delicately applied to her lips after she had finished 
consuming the large lobster Rick had ordered for her. 

The tight, black turtle neck sweater she wore gave her lean body a 
razor-like definition. He felt his mouth begin to water as he noticed the 
incredible large pair of soft breasts stretching at the seams of her 
sweater. He wanted to lift his hand out from under the table and squeeze 
their tender softness. But he controlled himself with the same hard 
discipline that kept his classes well-behaved back in New Hampshire's 
Endover High School. 

"Don't take it so personal, Rita! Those people wouldn't know a good teacher 
if they saw one. I'm sure you could be an excellent teacher, given the right 
environment." 

Dear Rick was beginning to use the manipulation techniques he employed while 
teaching. 

Rita was a pushover. "Do you really think so, Rick? I mean, you wouldn't 
just say that, would you?" 

He had her moving in the direction he wanted her to move now. 

"I'm dead serious, Rita. You have personality, charm, and you are also 
extremely attractive." 

Rita giggled. "Now what does my being attractive have to do with being a 
good teacher?" 

Rick began to grow more aggressive with his young prey. 

"It has nothing to do with it, but I'd figure I'd just say it." 

He lifted his hands up from under the table now. His prick was growing in 
size and impatience. It began to send horny waves of desire to Rick's brain. 

He took Rita's long, thin fingers into his hand and began to speak very 
earnestly. "Rita, I like you very much. You seem to be a very good person. 
I've haven't met a person like you ever in my life. Can we become ... 
friends?" 

Rick was laying it on thick now. This sincerity ploy usually worked with 
hopeful, naive girls like Rita. 

"And I like you Rick. I'd like to become friends with you very much." She 
was falling for his line like a rock tossed from a tall building. 

"Let's get out of here," Rick spoke with firm, quiet authority. He wanted 
her young bush as soon as he could get it. 

As they rose from the table, Rita excused herself to go to the ladies room. 
Rick told her he'd wait and as she moved away from the table, he admired her 
young, very alive body. 

Her shoulders were clearly defined but not broad. He somehow found that very 
unfeminine. Her back curved down to a tiny waist, that she seemed to flaunt 
as she moved closer towards the rest room. 

The turtle neck sweater she wore clung close to her luscious figure. The 
elegantly tailored jeans she wore with it also clung to her body. She moved 
with the grace of a proud mare. Her hips swelled out from her waist in soft, 
full lines. Her high, firm buttocks were as round as an apple as they 
appeared even more firm than they actually were, beneath the binding fabric 
of her jeans. 

She strode atop of high, laced, summer shoes that exposed her neatly painted 
toenails. They were as red as her moist lips. 

She only stood five feet, three inches, but her body possessed a statuesque 
beauty reminiscent of some of the most beautiful women pictured in dear 
Rick's extensive pornography collection. 

He grunted to himself as his cock began to rule his thoughts. 

She seemed to be gone for an exceedingly long time, so he paid the check and 
walked out onto the wooden deck of the restaurant. 

"Cerco's" over loooked the harbor. It was a full moon tide and the summer 
sky was lighted by the white orb. He took out a cigarette, lit it and gazed 
upon the heavens lost in thought. 

Science was his subject and he had always been fascinated by the fact that 
every star he could see on a clear night was a sun, capable of sustaining 
its own solar system. For a second, it made her forget how horny he was for 
sweet Rita. 

"Hey! I've been looking all over for you! What are you doing out here?" 
Rita's voice was affectionate and tore him away from his casual swoonings. 

"Beautiful night, isn't it?" Rick asked softly. 

The question required no answer. It was a beautiful night, alright. So much 
so, sweet Rita didn't want to spoil its delicate beauty with word after 
word. 

Rick put his arm around Rita and pulled her close to him. There they stood, 
side by side in the silence of a clear evening in a New England beach town. 

For Rita, it was the romance she longed for. For Rick, however, it was the 
perfect environment to find and fuck hot young, numbers like Rita. 

They strolled along the long narrow deck then ran along the outside of the 
restaurant. It curved right around the shingled building and led them to the 
quaint, shop -lined streets. 

With no particular place to go they strolled, window shopped, ate ice cream 
and enjoyed each other's company. To an observer, Rick and Rita looked like 
the "perfect couple." Both of them were young, blonde and apparently happy 
to be together. They were alright, but for two totally different reasons. 

Rita could use some tender love-making. There was no doubt about it, in her 
mind. Rick was kind, upright and safe. Little did the little flower know how 
sinister Rick's intentions actually were. 

The couple was headed for Rick's Volvo. It was a smart vehicle, and one 
appropriate for a man like himself. Sporty, yet not too loose. He was 
responsible and a teacher, after all. 

They drove for some distance along the rocky, steep cliffs that ran along 
the ocean's edge. For a short interlude, Rick pulled his car off the empty 
road and parked directly facing the ocean. 

He turned off the purring engine and opened the window. The only sound they 
could hear was the pounding surf below them. There were rocks strewn in 
various points some distance from shore. They formed small bays and high 
flying breakwater. It was a beautiful, peaceful sight. 

"Nice up here!" Rick's matter-of-fact tones broke the spell Rita had cast 
upon herself, as she relaxed in the leather seat and languished in the clear 
night. 

Without another word, Rick started up the car and began his descent. As they 
reached the bottom of the road, Rick steered the vehicle onto a smaller road 
heading straight for the water. 

They were going to his cabin. 

He parked directly behind it and got out of the car. So did Rita. Together 
they walked up the redwood staircase leading to Rick's small cabin. It too 
had a deck around it, but this one faced the ocean directly. 

"Wow! This is incredible," exclaimed Rita. 

"I thought you'd think so," replied Rick. His voice had a faint strain of 
proud smugness about it. Rita failed to pick it up, The view fascinated her. 
It was really something, alright. 

Rick had searched out the small colony of redwood cabins one year before 
that night. The rates were high but it was well worth it. 

"Come on in," he said, "I'll get you a glass of wine." 

That, he always kept in the small, redwood cabin. The refrigerator could be 
bare, but Rick would always have more than an ample supply of vino around. 
There was no telling what a guy could run into in the remote, summer resort. 

He poured dear Rita, who already was partially loaded, a full glass of 
chablis. He had been drinking burgundy, but decided to hit the harder stuff. 
Scotch was a man's drink, so virile, vain Rick poured himself a full glass 
full glass of the powerful liquor into an ice-cube filled glass. 

Soon the couple were lounging on the deck of his pad. Every so often, 
however, Rick would fill Rita's glass to insure the success of his imminent 
seduction. 

It really wasn't necessary however. As he turned from the counter of the 
cabin's tiny, work kitchen with Rita's third glass of wine, he almost fell 
right over her. 

"It's getting cold out there," she said softly. "And we can enjoy the view 
from in here anyway. I just love your sliding, glass doors. 

They're so perfect for this place." 

Light headed from the atmosphere, environment, wine, and romantic ambience 
of the whole evening, Rita drapped herself across Rick's large, quilt 
covered bed. 

Rick had managed to control the raging boner in his jeans right up until 
that moment. A small shot of semen gushed from the throbbing tip of his 
thick, hot rod. He wanted that girl now. He would have her! 

He took a full gulp of Scotch, and slowly placed his and Rita's glass on the 
counter of his open kitchen. He went to Rita. 

He slid his body up to where she rested and closed his arms around her back. 
He felt her large tits growing firmer as he forced open her mouth with his 
hungry tongue. The pink flesh hunted the inside of Rita's mouth. The moist 
darkness within her oral cavity possessed another piece of hungry flesh that 
was hot and ready. 

When his tongue found hers he groaned with the fevered urgency of a man with 
a hot, stiff, demanding prick. It now was the dominant organ of his body. He 
had to get at her body and give his boiling joint the soft, giving, warm 
folds of Rita's sweet pussy. 

Suddenly he rose up from her. She moaned quietly and resisted his pulling 
away from her. She wanted him with the growing intensity of a lonely, 
unhappy woman. 

In a strange business-like manner, he unsnapped the top of Rita's chic jeans 
and pulled down the zipper. The sight of her laced, red bikini panties 
turned his sexual need into a hot craving. There was no gentleness in his 
movements. He was serious and a man about the business of getting sexual 
fulfillment. 

It was somewhat difficult pulling Rita's jeans from her fleshy, full thighs, 
but in a few brief seconds, Rick gazed upon the flowing loveliness of Rita's 
long, creamy white legs. They moved with a sensual awareness that made his 
prick scream in frenzied sexual octaves. 

He rested his knees on the bed and closed his large, bony hand on the 
woman's crotch. It took a supreme act of will not to cream in his pants at 
that very moment. The light of the full moon flooded the sexually charged 
room and bathed the swaying body of Rita's in a kind radiance. She was ready 
to give herself to him. 

His clutching hand fondled the quivering pussy of sweet Rita. Her own hands 
closed around his in a tender act of sensual cooperation. He felt her bush 
grow in heat and begin to grind into his masculine hand. 

Rita felt her body stiffen and grow hungry for the stiff satisfaction only 
offered by a man and his joint. She grunted in frustration when he pulled 
his hand away from her grinding twat. Her own hands came down on her twat 
and she began to move in sexual rhythms provided by her own fondling hands. 
She had to get off soon. 

Rick had not retreated from Rita. He merely moved his hand up past the soft, 
round stomach that moved in subtle consonance with the hot, grinding twat 
inches below it. He watched as her face began to fill with the tension that 
precedes a cleansing, feminine climax. 

His free hand slid up upon the flushing flesh of her back. The room 
temperature seemed to be rising for both of them. Outside, the waves of the 
sea splashed against the rocks in timeless tribute to the relentless power 
of nature. 

Within the heated framework of Rick's cabin, nature took its course too. 

"Oh Rick. Take my body. I give it to you." 

Rita was fading out in a soft shroud of sexual desire and pleasure. 

Rick unsnapped the straining, small metal of her binding bra. He felt her 
breasts relax and open in their natural fullness. 

He proceeded to lift the binding, black turtle neck sweater from the hot, 
ready woman lying on the bed. He grit his teeth as he pulled the tight, 
black garment from her chest and neck. 

She was practically naked now. His cock was ready. 

She whipped about on the bed. Her body promised Rick pleasures he had never 
before experienced with a woman. He ran his hands through his sandy, blonde 
hair and proceeded with his labors of love. 

The moon shadows seemed to play a teasing game of hide and seek as they 
dashed around and about Rita's hot, young body. Rick glanced towards the 
large, sliding glass door and saw the steam forming there. His craving had 
become a torrid, driving lust. The bitch was his. 

He lifted her red, laced bra from her body and gazed at the white flesh of 
Rita's huge breasts. Small, circular growths of flesh surrounded the large, 
proud nipples on each one. They seemed to rest in a soft furrow of golden 
hair as they grew harder and more pink with each passing moment. 

He caressed them with a serious hunger. She lifted her elegant hands beneath 
them and raised them to the fingers of his strong hands. She had committed 
her sexuality to him. Her whole body, every part of it, was now dedicated to 
providing Rick pleasure and physical gratification. 

He smacked his lips as he squeezed her tits tighter and tighter. 

"Oh," she groaned ever so slightly as his clasping hands closed painfully 
tight around the soft, beautiful mounds of flesh resting softly on her 
chest. 

He saw how the bones of her diaphragm heaved from the growing passion within 
her. Her waist looked smaller and smaller as her moving hips silently slid 
over the white sheets of his large bed. 

Her hands dropped back to her sweet pussy now and she began to grind at them 
with an increasing force. 

In one swift motion, she lifted the wet fabric away from her flesh and 
exposed the quivering pussy that breathed behind it. 

"Your body is beautiful," Rick whispered as he gazed upon Rita's fingers 
disappear into the secret opening of her sexual cave. 

His own hand moved next to her and joined it in its silent explorations of 
her grinding twat. Her pubic hairs were humid and moist. A flash of 
moonlight filled the room and he caught a brief glimpse of the gaping hole 
of her inviting bush. He wanted to bury his open mouth into it but put off 
his ravishment until both of them were completely prepared. 

He stood up, lifted his sweater over his head and threw it onto the floor. 
Next came his blue tee shirt. With a flurry of bony hands, he opened his 
jeans and pulled them off of his body. His briefs fell to the floor as he 
stood nakedly in the soft moonlight. 

Rita lifted her body from the bed as her outstretched hand reached for his 
huge, throbbing joint. She clasped her hands around it and looked into 
Rick's beaming eyes. 

He moved towards her as her hand began to stroke his hot poker. He felt his 
creamy semen rising to a boiling point deep in his balls. They would fire 
his sexual juices and release them in a burst of hot power. It would only be 
minutes now. 

With a last act of discipline, he grasped the elastic bindings at the top of 
her soaken panties. A broad, sweeping motion brought them over the flesh of 
her thighs, the delicate roundness of her knees, and the tapered thinness of 
her calves and ankles. They dropped to the floor effortlessly. 

Their two bodies were now open to the sensations offered by their shared 
sensuality. Strewn around them were the clothing that hid their bodies from 
each other. All that offered them now was the comforting light of the moon 
that sailed high above the glistening waters of the ocean outside. 

Rick knelt over Rita now and firmly lifted her hands from the heated 
fingerings of her own bush. As if possessed of a life of their own, they 
immediately moved towards his proud, erect prick and swelling, dangling 
balls. She stroked his joint firmly and caressed his balls gingerly. 

Her eyes were open and her hair was strewn about the thick pillow at the 
head of Rick's bed. Her legs began to open in silent obedience to nature's 
way. A man was about to enter her. 

Rick could have her at any moment now, but decided to exercise his iron clad 
will again. He rested his hand on her soft stomach and buried all four 
fingers of his free hand into her open, wet twat. He'd fuck her alright, but 
not until she was a frenzied bitch ready for a rightious creaming. 

His hands applied their relentless pleasure-giving massage as her arms began 
to flair about the bed and her legs rose. 

Her mouth opened and he noticed a thick drop glisten from the side of her 
mouth. Her body heaved and she slowly lost her identity as she lost herself 
in a swirl of desire. 

"Fuck me now! Please give me your prick!" 

Dear, sweet Rita needed a fix of nine inches now. She began to thrash about 
on the bed as her wine soaked brain grew hotter and hotter within her fucked 
crazed body. She was almost ready. 

With the ease of a true professional, he opened her legs to their maximum 
and positioned his bursting joint at the entrance on her quivering cunt. He 
would ram her with a tremendous force momentarily. 

Rita began to tear at her hair as her body began to hump wildly at Rick's 
hands. She was ready to explode! 

She began to shout in a voice driven by the fires of her own desires. 

"Stick it in! Give it to me! My hole! It's open! Please, now, now, now, 
now!" 

Tears began to come to her slammed shut eyes as her face twisted and 
contorted from the pains only a woman with a wide, empty hole can 
experience. 

Rick nestled his thing at the entrance of her twat. She knew it was time and 
puckered her lips in frightful anticipation. She had been fucked before but 
the size of Rick's joint scared her. It looked to be a full ten inches long. 
Its thickness had left her agog when she had closed her fist around it only 
minutes earlier. She no longer cared if it hurt her or not. She had to have 
his prick! 

Rick grit his teeth. The muscles of his buttocks and thighs stiffened. He 
bent his body over her and with a vicious hump of his whole lower torso he 
entered her. 

"Ahhhhhhhh! It's true ... it's hurting me! It's so thick and hot. My pussy 
can't take it!" 

Sweet Rita was in pain alright, but it was laced with the searing pleasures 
only a bursting prick can , offer. Rick's prick seemed to consume her as it 
moved with a mercilous force further and further into her hole. Her legs 
were as open as they could be and her fingers clutched at the sides of the 
bed as his conquering joint moved still further into her. It seemed to have 
no end. On and on it moved into her until her twisted face and open mouth 
shook in spasms of shock and pleasure. Rick's invading flesh probed hidden 
reaches of her flesh no other cock had ever came near. It was a bold 
explorer moving in a hot, open black canal. 

"Eh! Ah! No more! You're ripping me up!" Rita's voice was weak and guttural. 
The thing within her seemed to vanquish her very spirit. 

Saliva dangled from her mouth with a wetness that could only be matched with 
the drooling pussy at the other end of her body. She loved this man's prick. 

Her legs rose from the bed and closed around the hard, pumping buttocks 
above her. Her arms slowly moved along the strong back of her fierce 
warrior. Her teeth flashed unseen in the moonlight and she closed her mouth 
into the nape of his straining mouth. She sucked at his flesh until she 
inflicted a hot, red mark. 

"Your body is as soft as mine is hard!" Rick's voice possessed the authority 
of a soldier as he began to pump the giving ball of flesh beneath him with a 
relentless fury. 

His hands moved down her ass cheeks and he pulled them apart as he drove the 
full thickness of his joint still further into her open, giving twat. It was 
a torrid spear that moved within her alright! 

"Hump me raw, Rick! My cunt is yours! I'm yours! I'm your little pussy! I'm 
your little cunt!" 

Her body tried to move under the full force of Rick's cruel humping hulk. 
But it was impossible. His fiery hot prick had frozen her body in a servile 
fuck position. She was servicing this man's needs. She was a flesh ball for 
fucking. 

"Okay, bitch," she snorted. I'm going to shoot off inside of you now!" 

He lifted her legs off of his waist and held them over his shoulders. His 
prick moved within her in cruel plungings. 

She knew what was to happen and her hands clasped at the bars that made up 
the headboard of Rick's large bed. Every muscle in her face tensed in wild 
anticipation of the hot, flowing cream that was about to move into every 
cavity of her sexual canal. 

"Here I come," he shouted as his balls began to blast his hot, love juice up 
through the hot bone of his prick into the wet, dark recesses of Rita's 
sweet twat. He came in a seemingless stream of juice and thick globs of 
steaming semen. Her inner cavity was drenched with the substance that drove 
her into her own, bursting orgasm. 

The summer was behind Rick now. It was the Fall. He had to deal with the 
reality of a class full of students daily now. Gone until the following 
summer were his feverish cunt hunts and sexual victories. 

He let the copy of "Advanced Bondage" fall to his feet and slowly returned 
to the here and now. His week with Rita gave him pleasure he had not been 
able to reach in all his years of fucking. 

But she was gone now. Back in New York someone was plowing her. He was sure 
of that. 

Would he have to wait until the next summer before he could get off like he 
had with Rita again. 

He looked out of his window. It was a full moon, not unlike the moon he 
remembered on that night of ecstasy with sweet Rita. It was Friday night. 
There was nothing to prepare for the next day. He wouldn't meet the kids 
again untO the following Monday. 

He reached for his favorite porno magazine and casually paged through. With 
a sudden abruptness, he cast it aside and got to his feet. 

He was determined to find some hot, little bitch who would satisfy his 
starving prick. It had to be tonight. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

He grabbed his corduroy sports jacket and moved swiftly towards his 
apartment. Pausing in front of the mirror placed near the front door, he 
carefully ran his fingers through his hair and straightened his jacket. He 
had no idea of where he was going that night, but he was sure it would be a 
place where he could find some hot, young girl. 

Rick was an obsessive personality. 

He bounded down the stairs of his red, bricked apartment house and walked 
swiftly through its neatly furnished lobby. His car was parked in the lot 
next to the building. His space had a number on it. He had considered having 
his name painted on it too, but decided against it. The name on his spot at 
school was sufficient to satisfy his large ego. 

The Volvo started up obediently and he was soon cruising down Endover's main 
drag. He stopped at a diner and had dinner. 

Sitting at the counter he tapped his fingers nervously and looked around 
him. The Friday night dinner crowd hadn't arrived yet and he was glad of it. 
Waiting for anything drove him crazy. When Rick Cory wanted something, he 
wanted it immediately. An extended wait would take the importance away from 
anything and everything. 

As he bit into the large, well done cheeseburger he ordered, he thumbed 
through the small juke box selection stand sitting on the counter. 

With a shiny, new quarter, he played two songs. He felt his body beginning 
to charge up as he listened to the hypnotic rhythms of the Black Disco songs 
he had selected. In more sober moments, he preferred country music. But not 
tonight. Rick was on the make. 

In a few short minutes he had devoured his meal and was back in his car. The 
streets of Endover looked boring to him. The freedom of the road carried him 
far away from it and out onto Interstate 498. He decided to head South. 
About fifty miles away from Endover was a shabby little town he had heard 
about. That was to be his destination. Acting out his horniness in the town 
he taught in would be just plain stupid. He would keep his indescretions 
discreet. 

As he cruised down the highway, the interior of his vehicle filled with the 
sounds of dancing music. He could not dance himself, but he certainly loved 
to watch others do it. Especially fucky looking girls. 

He thought himself into a secret euphoria as his speedometer moved closer 
and closer towards eighty. The town of Barton was only a few miles away now. 

He began to watch the exits. His car handled well and he pulled it from the 
highway with a long, full swing of his small, black steering wheel. 

Soon his eyes were looking not only in front of him, but to his sides as 
well. What he had heard about Barton was true. It was a run down, 
honkey-tonk town alright. But it looked wide open. It was exactly what he 
was looking for. 

He continued his private inspection of the town for the next sixty minutes. 
The population appeared to be mostly working-class. Many of the buildings 
were old, wooden structures perilously nearing condemnation. People sat at 
the open windows and looked down at. the street. They looked like that was 
the way they passed most of their time. Just watching the people and cars go 
by. 

On the far side of town, he found what he had been looking for. The large 
sign that made his eyes light up, stood arrogantly at the very edge of the 
road. It read "Nick's Launch Pad-Disco Dancing-Drinks." 

His brakes squeaked as he abruptly braked and moved from the blacktopped 
highway onto the rough gravel of the large parking lot that surrounded the 
place. He felt excited and happy. His confidence and direct manner would 
surely enable him to score. 

He felt a tinge of embarrassment as he paid his two dollar admission charge 
and had a large "N" stamped on his wrist. This, to the management's mind 
kept anyone who wanted to sneak in, out. It didn't work though. Rick had 
seen a small cluster of boys delicately applying the letter to their arms 
with a large magic marker as he walked from his car. 

It was a dive alright. And the crowd was so young. For once, Rick was glad 
he had a baby face. His clothes were always fashionable and trendy, so he 
did not look too out of place. A full ten years separated him from most of 
the clientele. 

The moment he passed through the small alcove that separated the entrance 
from the main room of the club, he spotted her. She was foxy as hell. 

She sensed the eyes of a man upon her and looked towards Rick. Even though 
their eye contact was for a split second, they communicated intensely. She 
was on the make too. But she wasn't easy. Rick would have to work to get at 
this one. She cruised on past and disappeared behind the large panel of wood 
at the entrance to the Ladies Room. 

Rick walked towards the bar. He was very thirsty. 

"Scotch," he said firmly. The band had just taken a break, so the bartender 
heard him quite clearly. 

As he sipped the clear, brown liquor he riveted his eyes on the spot where 
he had last seen the girl who had turned him on. His mind was made up. She 
was to be the one who would satisfy his oppressive horniness. The wallet in 
the back pocket of his jeans contained over a hundred dollars. It could take 
care of a motel and a morning meal. All that was needed was a penetrating 
rap and a few drinks and the hot, young thing in the restroom would be his. 

She was about twenty-one years old and had shiny ebony-like, black skin. 
This particular feature added fodder to the flame, already raging in his 
crotch. The second he laid eyes on her he felt the whole lower part of his 
torso begin to churn with sexual life. 

His elbows rested on the bar of the crowded club. His sexual energies now 
had direction. He felt the masculine prowess that must always precede a 
sexual forage. As soon as she came out he would make his move. 

But it didn't work out that way. As soon as she reappeared, a young man 
about her same age walked up to her and sped her off towards the dance 
floor. For awhile, Rick lost all sight of her. The music had started again 
and the very walls of the club seemed to strain with its audio fury. Rick 
felt the bass guitar's strong vibrations. The people crowded onto the small 
dance floor acted like pawns in the music's game. They gyrated and swayed in 
the random directions dictated by the pulsating sounds. Rick ordered another 
Scotch and watched. 

It was a mixed crowd racially. He didn't like to see white women dance with 
black men. Somehow it violated his sense of honor. The discipline that so 
characterized his teaching bordered on fierce intolerance and bigotry in 
racial affairs. Luckily, Rick lived in New Hampshire. If he lived in New 
York or even Boston, heM have to change. 

But Rick's sexual needs transcended his racial preferences. Black girls 
turned him on. They seemed so sensual in their whole manner. Rick believed 
that they were dynamite in bed. 

He turned from the crowd and ordered another drink. His sexual fantasies 
were beginning to wain. Maybe it would be better if he just went on home and 
went to bed. He always had his pornography. That was there. 

As Rick's high hopes began to fade, he didn't notice the girl he had spotted 
when he first came into the place. She had been dancing for a full half 
hour, and was only now beginning to tire. Her body moved with a grace and 
style that paid tribute to femininity. The sweat coating her black skin, 
gave it an added shine. Her bare arms, shoulders and stomach moved in a 
harmony composed by the live band. The red halter top she wore gently 
pressed her modest, yet elegant bosom, close to her chest. The tailored, 
black slacks clinging to her waist, hips and gams were impeccable. They 
moved in full cooperation with her swaying body and remained without a 
wrinkle throughout. Her white teeth glistened when she opened her mouth to 
sing along with the primitive, sensual lyrics of the Disco band. 

Her dark eyes were intense and intelligent. 

As her body twirled about on the dance floor, her eyes caught sight of 
Rick's back. She had noticed him earlier and liked his looks. He seemed 
"together." The guy she danced with was okay, but definitely not her type. 
Since she had come to the place alone, it was wise to make sure that all the 
creeps saw her with the same man. It didn't stop them from coming on to her, 
but it certainly cooled them off a bit. What was good about the guy she was 
with was that she could split from him any time she wanted to. He wanted a 
foxy dance partner, that's all. She was the one, for now at least. His own 
love life ran a close second at that point. He just had to dance. 

Her name was Sharon but her friends called her Slade. She liked that name. 
It had style and vibrancy. That was something that her life, of late, 
lacked. Sharon was a nurse. When she was in high school, nursing seemed a 
wonderful thing. All she wanted to do was to help people. During nursing 
school her zeal began to falter, but by that time, the goal of becoming a 
nurse was the path of least resistance. It was only in the past few months 
had she come to realize what a mistake she had made. She hated the job. 
Cleaning bedpans and listening to a lot of old, feeble people stroll down 
their mental memory lanes depressed the hell out of her. All the doctors 
seemed interested in were their "holdings" in real estate and "the market." 
Then came sex. She couldn't get over how horny they all were. Big shot 
distinguished doctor's fucking little nurses in closets and empty rooms. It 
was so disgusting. Her superior, Nurse Fulcher gotto her more than anyone, 
however. She always called Sharon, "Miss Bownes." Bownes was her last name, 
but why did she have to be called "Miss" all the time. She was a nurse, 
after all. She deserved respect. Sharon wanted to tell the fat, old hag to 
"fuck off on several occasions. But she could never summon the nerve. Her 
release had come to be her weekend jaunts to the various clubs and discos in 
her general area. 

She was known in all of them simply as "Slade." It made her feel good when 
someone would call out to her. Slade, as a name had style. 

Before the blasting song ended, she motioned to her partner that she had had 
enough. He nodded his head and disappeared into the crowd. Slade paused for 
a moment, looked towards the bar and then strode straight towards it. Rick 
didn't even see her approach. 

"Whew!" she said to herself after she had reached the bar. It was meant to 
be heard. Rick looked up from his drink and gazed upon the panting, black 
girl fanning her puffing face with her long, elegant hands. 

She smiled honestly at Rick. She felt bold after dancing. 

"Hot, isn't it?" she continued. 

"You've been dancing for awhile, haven't you?" Rick replied. 

Both of them were beginning to get nervous. Each of them were what the other 
one was looking for. 

Slade looked towards the bar. She motioned to the bartender who brought her 
a drink directly. 

"Does he know what you want before you order it?" Rick asked. 

"I come here a lot," she answered. "He knows what I like." 

Rick's prick was as hard as a rock. "Hey! Why don't we go outside for 
awhile, for a breath of fresh air," he offered. 

Slade looked him up and down. He looked pretty straight. 

"Okay," she replied. 

As they moved towards the door, Slade grabbed her waist length, suede jacket 
draped over one of the club's booths. She was glad to get out of the place. 
It made her crazy after awhile. 

Outside in the parking lot, Rick and Slade leaned on a parked car. The 
conversation between them was intense. Slade was not going to be an easy 
lay. They began to banter and tease one another. 

"You want to dance for me tonight?" Rick asked suggestively. 

"With you or FOR you?" she replied. 

They laughed. Rick leaned his back fully against the car, opened his legs 
and pulled lean Slade between them. He closed his arms around her tiny 
waist. 

"For me, for me," he answered with joking nervousness. 

Her white teeth glistened in the cool night air and she pressed Rick's nose 
with her thin, long finger. She giggled. 

"C'mon," he said confidently. "Let's go for a ride." 

He took her by the hand and led her to his car. Slade's veneer of toughness 
and cool was beginning to fade. She was Sharon Bownes after all. She offered 
no resistance. 

Before she stooped to get into the passenger seat, she hesitated. Her hands 
rested on the top of the car's door. She didn't know this guy she was 
leaving with. He could be anyone. 'Was she doing the right thing?' she asked 
herself. 

Rick sat behind the steering wheel. He sensed her indecision. Slade was not 
unlike some of the more timid students in his class. All that was needed was 
a firm hand. 

"Get in," he commanded. She obeyed silently. 

Her nerves began to settle after the car's wheels made contact with the 
smooth surface of the highway. She had no idea of where they were going. But 
Rick did. 

He had spotted a new motel as he drove into the town. It had a cocktail 
lounge attached to it. It wouldn't be long now! He began to feel his 
crotch's grindings grow in hot intensity. As he drove he glanced sideways at 
Slade. She sat there impassively. She did her best to act as cool as 
possible. It didn't fool Rick though. Dear Slade was on the run already. 
Soon she'd be squirming beneath his pumping body. 

Rick pulled his car off the road when he saw the bright lights of the motel. 
A sharp wave of panic swept through Slade's hot, young body. She was far 
from a virgin, but she had never been taken to a motel before. It seemed 
like a sordid thing to do. Her own humping had been confined to the back 
seats of cars. 

"This is a nice place," Rick said authoritatively. He was in complete 
control of the situation. "We'll go in for a drink and talk." 

Rick had never been there before, but he swaggered into the place like he 
owned it. He led Slade to a corner booth and promptly ordered a carafe of 
red wine. After it had arrived, Rick poured two full glasses. Slade drank 
hers greedily. It calmed her nerves. 

It was getting late and Rick was getting hornier as the wine began to affect 
his judgement. He decided to use the direct approach. 

"Slade," he began, "I want to make love to you, tonight. After we finish 
this wine here, I'll get us a room next door." 

That was all he said. No explanations or apologies. His intentions were 
clear. 

Slade swallowed hard and cleared her throat. She was twenty-one years old 
and wanted desperately to be a mature, sensual woman. It was hard. She 
stared blankly at the lounge's red tablecloth. There was nothing she could 
say. Rick knew his own mind. He seemed so sure of himself. That really 
turned Slade on. 

She had begun to feel timid lately, despite her weekend clubbing. The 
hospital routine was beginning to take hold of her. To agree with those 
around her seemed the easiest way. 

She nodded her consent. 

"Good," Rick answered, as he sat up in his seat. He lifted his glass of wine 
and drank it in silent celebration to his bold move. Slade would be a hot, 
little love maker. He was sure of that, too. 

Slade however, felt the numbing paralysis of inaction throughout her 
downcast body. All of her illusions of being a brash, soul sister were 
dashed by this stranger who had practically ordered her into sexual 
compliance. She began to rub her index finger back and forth on the red 
tablecloth. Her face rose slowly to meet his. Rick smiled sweetly at her. 
His eyes told her that everything would be okay. Mixed with her private 
defeat she began to feel a growing warmth for this man with such a 
confident, aggressive manner. 

He stroked her thickly curled, black hair with a possessive, strong hand. 
His bony fingers moved through it with ease. It moved down to her thin neck 
and clasped it firmly. 

"It will be good," he whispered seriously. "It will be very good." 

Her glass was empty and she beckoned him to fill it. She drank greedily. It 
would make it all much easier if she was a little drunk. 

"I'm going to leave you for a couple of minutes. I'm going to get the room. 
Don't move." Rick slid across the leather upholstery of the booth's seat and 
strode through the glass door that joined the cocktail lounge with the 
motel. It was a very convenient setup for the type of scenario he was 
currently engaged in. He had to remember the place. 

Slade waited in the quiet darkness of the lounge. It never occurred to her 
that she could just get up and walk right out. Rick had somehow made her an 
obedient instrument of his sexual cravings. She poured the last remaining 
drops of wine from the clear carafe and drank lustily. 

'If this is the way it's going to be,' she thought, 'I might as well enjoy 
it.' 

Rick returned directly and stood over the table. "Okay," he said. "Let's 
go." He called the shots in that quiet cocktail lounge with the same ease in 
which he directed his class. 

The couple walked out into the cool night and around the side of the newly 
completed, brick structure. Slade noticed several blocks and a pile of 
gravel, as she walked behind Rick. She didn't see him stop and bumped right 
into him. He turned towards her with impatience. 

"Here it is." He slid the key into the lock built into the doornob, turned 
the tumbler and opened the door. It was a nice room at least. The furniture 
was inexpensive, but new. Near the door was a round table over which hung a 
ball lamp. Slade sat down timidly as Rick walked around the room. After a 
full inspection, he tossed his jacket onto a chair and sat down on the bed. 

"Come over here," he said. "Come on." 

Slade rose from her seat and moved towards Rick. All the business and 
bullshit that had to be taken care of was completed. He could concentrate on 
the beauty and sensual fullness of the body that moved towards him. 

As Slade walked the few steps that separated them, Rick noticed her high, 
firm buttocks. No white woman he had ever had possessed had such hind 
quarters. It was almost magical how high they stood. 

The fabric of her slacks moved in perfect harmony with the flesh beneath 
them. The swell of her hips grew softly out of her tiny waist. Her dark, 
brown skin seemed almost black in the dimly lit room. The only things that 
contrasted her overall dark figure were her red halter top and her made-up 
face. 

The top she wore still pressed at her small, yet elegantly proportioned 
bosom. Each of her breasts was a soft well of flesh pressing at the binding 
cloth of the top. 

Her face seemed to glow as she got closer to Rick. Light reflected from her 
forehead and her eyes flashed. They seemed unusually large as they rested 
above her thin nose and feminine lips. 

Her overall was definitely "Black" in structure, but the features of her 
face were pure Caucasian. Slade was a beautiful girl. 

Rick took her by the arms and sat her down beside him. He felt her shiver 
slightly. 

"Don't be nervous," he said paternally. 

He pushed her back on the bed and kissed her lips. His mouth opened and 
began to probe at the inner reaches of hers. Seconds later, the tip of his 
tongue flecked at and surrounded hers with a growing passion. 

Slade lay on the bed with her arms at her sides. She was unable to 
participate in her own seduction. Her obedience to Rick had grown into 
abject servility. She would have to be directed into every act. 

Rick hadn't noticed. He moved his heating body atop hers and began to grind 
his stiff meat into her soft pussy. His arms pressed against her soft 
shoulders. The hungry prick locked into the tight fabric of his jeans was 
growing angry in its bondage. It had to be released to ravage the sweet 
flesh of its victim. 

Rick rose off her and stood up. As he unbuckled his pants he noticed the 
complete stillness of Slade. It angered him. His own passions were beginning 
to take hold of him, why were hers not growing too? 

"Stand up and take your clothes off," he said impatiently. 

She lay there impassively and stared at the ceiling. It was like she didn't 
hear him. 

Rick grew more angry. "I said to stand up and take your clothes off!" 

Slowly Slade rose to her feet.. 

It wasn't fast enough for Rick. With a flash of his open, white palm, he 
slapped her right across the face. 

"Look bitch, we came here to fuck and that's what we are going to do. You 
better get that through your little head!" 

An ugly expression had seized his face. He began to move with a sexual 
vengeance. 

Slade had yelped Slightly when Rick's palm made contact with her face. She 
had fallen back on the bed and begun to sob quietly. 

"Why couldn't" she just stand up and walk right out of the room?' she asked 
herself. Her tears streaked her flushed cheeks and she held her hands up to 
her mouth. 'What was wrong with her?' 

Rick grabbed her and made her stand up. His fingers moved towards her top. 
After they had clasped themselves under the stretching fabric, his arms made 
a full, sweeping motion lifting the small top over her head. He dropped it 
onto the floor and examined her breasts. The small, black, laced bra pressed 
her tits together forming a slight cleavage. 

Rick stood in front of her and unclasped the small, metal clip at her back. 
Slade lowered her head in shame as the sheer fabric fell away from her 
breasts revealing two perfectly formed swells of flesh. 

Rick squeezed them firmly. Strangely enough, she was beginning to feel her 
own passions spark to life. His hands were strong as they squeezed her tits 
fullness and flecked at her small, hardening nipples. 

Suddenly, he pushed her away from him. He began to undress. 

"Take your pants off," he ordered. Immediately, she complied. She would 
follow his instructions as well as she could now. 

As the zipper of her slacks opened, Rick saw her matching black panties. His 
cock grew harder. It would soon probe the dark, wet canal hiding behind it. 

Slade stooped as she lifted her legs out of her slacks. Rick's eyes swelled 
from his head as he looked upon the long, slender elegance of her legs. Her 
barely clad body stood erect upon high, platform shoes. They added to the 
sensual perfection of her frame. 

As he dropped his shirt to the floor, he spoke firmly to her. "Walk around 
the room a little bit. I want to look at you." 

He began to groan to himself as he gazed upon her. She was magnificent. Her 
body moved with the grace of a proud mare. Her buttocks moved gracefully as 
the fabric of her panties stretched tightly across them. Her back was long 
and curved towards the large, black curls of her head. When she turned 
towards him, he almost came in his briefs. At the center of her hips, he 
could see the outline of her sweet pussy. It protruded slightly from her 
panties and promised to be a bush of climatic delight. 

Rick stepped out of his briefs and sat down in his nakedness, onto the bed. 
His prick was long, thick and hard. It stood out in its hungry, pink 
thickness, from a nest of thick pubic hair. 

He was ready to begin. 

"Move closer to me and get on your knees," he said firmly. She obeyed. 

She was very close to him now. Her head rested on her chest limply. It was 
almost directly under his proud prick. 

Rick felt his dangling balls swing freely as he lowered his hands onto 
Slade's shoulders. 

"Look at my prick bitch," he barked suddenly. 

Slade raised her head and stared at the throbbing muscle of flesh. Its size 
both thrilled and scared her. She had heard that white men had large 
penises, but she had not expected his to be that large. Its full nine inches 
amazed her. Unconsciously, she lifted her hand and began to stroke at its 
hard, thick root. 

"I knew you'd like it," Rick said arrogantly. "Now open your mouth and suck! 
Suck it till it comes. Suck my scum right out!" 

As Slade's mouth dropped open, she looked up towards Rick meekly. All she 
looked for in his face was a trace of affection or kindness. She found none. 

Rick's fingers closed upon the back of her neck and plunged her mouth upon 
the steaming fullness of his joint. He then clasped his hands towards the 
sides of her head and began to hump. She was being mouth fucked, 
righteously! 

Slade couldn't breathe. Rick's prick had moved past her mouth into her 
throat. The skin at the corners of her gaping mouth stretched to their 
maximum. The full thickness of Rick's rod tested its very limits. Her cheeks 
bulged as Rick moved her bobbing head upon his stiff dick. When he forced 
her head down upon it, he would issue a strong hump. Her teeth hit against 
the bone of his pelvis as her open nostrils drew in every possible molecule 
of air possible. She felt that she was suffocating. 

Rick saw to it that she didn't though. When he lifted her head from his 
prick she had a split second to catch a breath of air. But then she would 
again have her head forced down. 

Rick's eyes closed and he gritted his teeth. Up and down Slade's head moved. 
His horny sexuality and need for fulfillment turned his driving passion into 
a twisted, hungry anger. He had to get off! 

"Suck it, bitch! You'll get a hot shot of come juice soon! Suck it hard! 
Ahhhhhh!" 

The legs of his thighs stiffened as he began to lift himself from the bed 
with each hump. His balls were swelling with a boiling load of scum. 

"You'll swallow it all, black bitch!" 

Despite the growing ferocity of Rick's humps, Slade was beginning to find a 
dark kind of pleasure in his abuse. His boner bore the masculine scent of 
sweat. His pubic hairs were short, curled and knotted. She found herself 
suddenly sucking and blowing on the cruel prick that raped her mouth so 
mercilessly. Her tongue began to fleck at his opening cum slit. She began to 
relish his imminent orgasm. She had never tasted scum before. She knew that 
it would be hot, sticky and salty. The actual experience would soon be hers. 

"Good little black bitch!" Rick groaned as he sensed Slade's growing 
passion. "You love to suck!" 

He was right. The hands that had hung limply at her side when Rick had 
shoved his hot, stiff flesh into her mouth, suddenly came to life. One of 
them pulled the stretching, laced fabric of her black panties away from her 
grinding cunt. The other began to fondle the heating, folds of flesh within 
her sweet, young pussy. 

Seconds later her head began to blur as she moved it with growing speed upon 
Rick's now still joint. Her fingers had disappeared into her hot, grinding, 
hungry twat as she pumped at them relentlessly. 

Rick fell back on the bed as his slut slave performed her servile act upon 
his organ. Her eyes were slammed shut now. She felt a growing flame in her 
crotch. It was beginning to sear her entire body. She sucked with a need for 
hot scum. It seemed that she required his cum in her mouth and throat in 
order to achieve her own climax. 

Her free hand latched upon Rick's prick. Up and down her mouth moved as she 
breathed heated breaths. The skin of her lips and mouth wetted from the 
humid moisture forming in Rick's crotch. Although the muscles of her throat 
pained her from their ceaseless and repeated stretchings, she gobbled his 
thing with a tireless intensity. 

Rick's orgasm was near. He rose up on the bed and drove Slade's face into 
his crotch. His dangling balls swelled. He could feel them begin to release 
his thick wads of scum into the base of his stem. 

The scum began to move down the length of his pink flesh. As it neared its 
tip, he puckered his lips and stood up. His legs opened and he began to 
crouch. Slade's face was buried in his crotch. 

"Here it is bitch! Open your throat! Ahhhhhh!" Rick came. 

A hot torrent of white clots of cum shot forth from his slit. Slade gagged 
and coughed as the steaming substance burst into her mouth. 

Rick held her struggling head with an iron grip. She would get every drop of 
his juice. He'd see to it! 

Slade's hands left her twat and she began to tear at her disarrayed hair. 
The thick, sticky liquid entering her body was too much to bear. Tears of 
shock formed in her eyes as her body shuddered and shook with the force of 
the hot, white invading semen. 

Rick pumped on. With each thrust of his burning boner, another volley of cum 
would spurt forth. Thick clots of the substance rolled down her throat with 
the building momentum of a snowball rolling down the slope of a towering 
mountain. 

Slade withered with the force of Rick's cruel humps. Suddenly, however, her 
breaths grew shorter and shorter. The flame that had burned in her crotch 
began to consume every cell of her pathetic body. The blasts of Rick's prick 
in her mouth had triggered her own orgasm. 

Thick droplets of cum dribbled from her twat as her nervous fingers returned 
to it, in a frenzied attempt to pull the full force of her orgasm from her. 
As the hot, love juice streamed over her quivering fingers, her mouth filled 
with Rick's endless stream of cum. It began to stream out of the corners of 
her mouth, as she panted and shook as the sensual force of her own orgasm 
faced through her lean, tense body. 

When Rick was sure he had enjoyed his last spasm of scum he lifted Slade's 
head from his cock. For a second it dangled lifelessly, as her own orgasm 
swept through her body. 

He let her drop to the floor. There she quivered from the inner pleasures of 
climax. She was in ecstasy. 

As Rick looked at her a strange idea entered his mind. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The day Rick had left his summer cottage on Maine's rocky coast, he had 
driven into town to pick up a few items from the hardware store. One of 
these a twenty-foot length of rope. It was a strong, thin weave and was 
about one quarter inch in thickness. 

It turned out that he had no use for the rope on his return journey to 
Endover. It was still wrapped in its clear, plastic package and stored in 
the trunk of his car. 

He could put it to good use now! 

Slade's climactic humpings slowed to a stop. She rested on the thickly 
carpeted floor and felt the warm, soothing calm of orgasmic afterglow. She 
failed to notice Rick begin to dress. Her repose was distrubed however, when 
she heard the motel room's door shut. Rick was gone. 

She lay there not knowing what to do. Rick's instruction had been so 
forceful and clear that she had temporarily forgotten that she had a will of 
her own. 

Before she could collect her thoughts, Rick had returned. He had something 
in his hand. She had no idea what it was. 

She'd find out soon! 

"Alright, slut! Get off the floor and onto the bed!" Rick's voice had a 
cruel ring to it. 

Slade was frightened. Her instructor looked suddenly like a man with a 
fierce determination. Immediately, she obeyed. 

"Lay on your stomach," he ordered. 

As Slade turned her beautiful, glistening, naked body full out on the 
ruffled bed, she asked nervously, "What are you going to do to me?" 

He smacked her naked buttocks sharply. "Don't ask questions! Just do what 
you are told!" 

Slade began to sob quietly. "Are you going to hurt me?" she begged. "Please 
don't hurt me. 

Her defenseless pleadings began to stiffen Rick's limp joint. He began to 
mimic her. 

"Please don't hurt me," he said in high tones. "Ha, ha! You are going to get 
only what's coming to you, cunt!" 

As he opened the small knife he always kept on his key chain, he got down to 
business. 

"Put your hands behind your back and cross them at your waist." 

As she complied, he cut a small length of the strong, white rope. He laid 
the open blade down gently next to the rest of the rope. He began to tie her 
wrists together. 

"What are you doing to me?" Slade yelled nervously. 

Rick slapped her soundly across the back of the head. "Shut the fuck up, 
bitch! Just shut your fuckin' mouth!" 

Slade's sobs grew louder as Rick bound her thin, elegant wrists tightly 
together. 

When he had completed his initial task he pulled a large, red bandana type 
handkerchief from his back pocket. He spun it over her head and pulled it 
firmly over her mouth. 

Slade's muffled screams went unheard. As Rick's prick grew he realized the 
secret pleasures of bondage. This beautiful thing vainly struggling in his 
grasp would give him pleasure he had only imagined previously. 

He pressed his knee squarely onto the lower part of Slade's moving back. Her 
resistance was beginning to grow. He had to complete his task soon. Quickly, 
he measured out and cut two six feet lengths of his binding cord. 

At the end of each he tied a strong lope knot. Straddling Slade's squirming 
back, he cinched it over her left ankle and then her right. He had to get 
off of her to complete his task. 

"Now, don't you move, bitch. If you do, daddy will spank!" 

Gently, he rose from her. She didn't move a muscle. 

The rope dangled from each of her trim ankles. He pulled the left one firmly 
and tied its end to the small protruding piece of wood at one corner of the 
bed's baseboard. He moved to the other side of the bed and did the same with 
her right ankle. 

He didn't have to worry about her struggling free anymore. The rest of his 
task could be done easily. 

He looked at the bound beauty. She thrashed around on the bed but the bounds 
were too tight. She soon tired herself out and accepted her fate. But there 
was more in store for the poor creature. 

Rick cut two more six foot lengths of the rope. He bent over the bed and 
tied each one of them to the inside joints of her knees. Moving to the front 
of the bed, he pulled the right one to him. The rope at her ankle and her 
knee grew painfully taut. Her knee moved under her wretched torso. He 
slipped the rope over the small, protruding piece of wood at the right 
corner of the bed's headboard. Rick then moved around the bed and did the 
same with her left leg. 

His work was done. Now for the pleasures offered by her readied flesh! 

Before he began his abuse, he glared at Slade. She had been reduced from a 
high-stepping, soul sister to a broken, bound bitch. His prick was growling 
for the pathetic waif. 

Slade couldn't move. Her body was positioned precisely in the center of the 
room's large, double bed. Her head rested on the ruffled sheets. Her wrists 
crossed at the small of her back. Her knees had been pulled under her lovely 
torso spreading her buttocks in an open invitation to Rick's seething prick. 

As the twisted teacher began to undress, he spoke cruelly to his captive. 
"Ah, poor Slade! How did you ever get tied up like this? Isn't it sad! Maybe 
I can help you out some." 

A cruel smile broke on his lips as he lifted Slade's head by pulling on her 
black, curled hair. "Maybe I can help you out some!" he repeated. 

Slade's eyes were filled with fear and dread. Why did Rick tie her up? She'd 
do anything he wanted to. There was no need. What was he going to do to her. 

The beautiful, young, black girl's make up was smeared all over her face. 
Thick, black lines appeared under her eyes. She had been crying for some 
time. 

Rick turned her face towards him with a firm grasp on her chin. 

"Gee, honey! You look so unhappy! Maybe I can cheer you up some." 

Rick laughed bitterly. He would cheer her up alright. Right up her open 
asshole! 

He got onto the bed and moved his huge, throbbing prick towards the bound 
Black's hind quarters. He began to squeeze her buttocks with a cruel 
strength. The fingers of his left hand moved into the pink, inner lining of 
her ass cheeks. As he pulled it open, her tiny anal flower came into view. 
That was what Rick wanted. 

He stuck the index finger of his left hand into her rectum. It was tight and 
moist. Slade gave a muffled yelp and restrained jump. Rick was hurting her 
badly. 

"Now, now, little black bitch. That didn't hurt, did it?" 

Slade felt violated. Her shame had been turned in abject humiliation. His 
finger probing her anus was an evil visitor to her most private parts. It 
moved within her rectal walls with an amoral arrogance. Slade ached with 
pain, but she could not move. 

The pain grew in intensity the longer Rick's bony finger rammed her tiny 
hole. Its pink walls stretched in reluctant acceptance to the harsh thing 
within it. 

Slade had no idea that the probing finger acted merely as a scout for a 
bigger and bolder invader. 

"Ughhhhhhhhhh!" she managed to emit from her bound mouth as Rick rammed his 
hot boner directly into her tearing asshole. Her body froze in pain as his 
first thrust plowed two full inches into her rectum. Slade understood why 
Rick's finger had moved within her. It was laying the groundwork for the 
brutal boner that slammed against her rectal opening. 

"Your hole is loosening up, black bitch! That's very good!" 

Rick laughed cruelly as he lowered his hands under Slade's buttocks and 
spread them far apart. His prick was no longer visible. It ravaged the inner 
darkness of Slade's wretched anus. 

Rick suddenly gave a vicious hump and forced his boner another two inches 
into Slade's opening hole. From a tiny opening, Rick's conquering cock was 
rapidly turning it into a gaping, open hole. 

The brutal ass fucker had been on his knees since it had begun his perverted 
act. His prick wanted her entire hole. The portion still remaining in the 
room's open air wanted the soothing massage offered by the tight, giving 
walls of Slade's stretching shit hole. 

Rick squatted on the balls of his feet now in order to give his attacking 
prick further momentum. He clasped the heated flesh of Slade's thighs and 
prepared for a brutal, final assault. 

"This ass fucking will give you the discipline needed for the future. It 
will hurt like hell, but you'll learn to love it. I'll teach you! Open up 
your asshole bitch, because here comes my ruler!" 

It was a cruel joke. With a blurring series of short, powerful humps, Rick's 
evil rod moved completely into her tiny asshole. Its walls stretched beyond 
their limits and several tiny capillaries burst apart. Rick felt the warm 
trickle of blood begin to flow over his thunderous rod. It only added fuel 
to his quest for a heightening of his climax. 

Slade's face had turned into a contorted mass of agonized flesh. Her eyes 
were now open and bulged fully from their sockets. Her nostrils flared open 
in constant need for more and more air, as Rick's brutal ass fucking put an 
incredible strain on her young, ravaged body. Agonized, guttural noises 
sprung from her throat but never left her mouth. Her bonds were too tight. 
She suffered her torment in a muted misery. The iron hard thing that moved 
further and further into her with each succeeding hump inflicted unimagined 
miseries upon her flesh. It seemed to heap an unbearable load of pain upon 
her very spirit. She felt defeated and vanquished as the harsh lash of Rick 
moved with a merciless fury. 

She gargled in a primal, strange way. Small droplets of saliva dripped from 
the corners of her mouth. She had become a mere fragment of her former self. 
Rick's murderous thing had turned her into a ball of flesh whose only 
purpose was to satisfy a prick's hungry need. 

Rick rammed on. His prick was enjoying its unnatural plundering. The balls 
that swung to and fro, like a fleshy pendulum banging against Slade's soaken 
crotch were beginning to swell as the boiling semen within craved release. 

With every thrust of his cock, Rick felt her anal walls grow more and more 
relaxed. They had finally awarded the strange, foreign invader complete 
control. Her anal juices began to flow and his cock moved with a greater 
ease. Up and down the full length of her dark hole his huge poker traveled. 

Rick's eyes closed and he bit his lips as he felt his scum begin to flow. 
The glow that had begun in his crotch only seconds before, had grown in 
tremendous force as his whole body tingled with the pleasure of an 
incredible climax. The muscles of his slender buttocks tightened as his 
prick explored uncharted regions of Slade's gaping hole. 

He began to slam her ass cheeks with each hump. He wanted her to hurt. The 
pain she suffered would heighten his own pleasure. He wanted to take the gag 
he had placed on her mouth off and hear her scream as he came. Her twisted 
cries would give his blasting balls and rock hard prick greater and greater 
impetus to hump and hump with speed, intensity and hot withering fury. 

His left hand let go of her quivering thigh. The knot that muted Slade was 
at the base of her skull. He pulled it and released its silencing grip The 
room suddenly filled with the wail of a woman suffering the most intense 
pain of her life. Her tortured cries changed Rick's growing fury into a 
strange, sadistic brutality. 

"Ahhhhhh! You're killing me! You're tearing me open! Please!" 

He enjoyed her agony. Her cries could be heard in several of the motel's 
adjoining rooms. Loudly! Luckily for Rick, none of them were occupied. 

"You love it bitch! That's what you're here for! It's open and taking me! 
Ha, ha!" 

Rick's words were those of a wild man. The sight of Slade's bondage and the 
scream of her pain charged his balls with a circuit breaking current. 

"Ughhhh!" Slade cried. "Pleasseeeeeeeeee stop!" 

Her pleadings went unheeded as Rick felt the first bolts of scum shoot from 
his open slit. The hot, white substance raced up her anal canal into the 
innermost reaches of her body. It as if someone had poured burning oil into 
her. 

"What is it? It's burning me up! It's too much!" Poor Slade shook her head 
from side to side as the hot semen tore around her body. She felt as if it 
had moved into her very brain. 

A small pool of anal juices had begun to form directly below Rick's point of 
entry. The pain at that point was microscopic in comparison to that which 
filled her inner canal. 

The stream of semen traveled with the force of a rising tide. It rolled 
along her inner lining searing every cell on its way. She felt its hot, 
sticky strength move into every cavity of her body. 

It was a relentless flow of wilting come. She tore at her bonds, but it was 
no use. Her asshole remained high and open for the blasts of Rick's machine. 

"Take it all, bitch! Take my scum! Feel it inside of your black, fucky body! 
It's going to give you pleasures you never thought were possible! You'll 
feel it soon!" 

Rick was right. Between the shock waves of pain tearing throughout her body, 
Slade was beginning to feel mild spasms of pleasure. The huge cock within 
her was a cruel ruler indeed, but its strength and power were awesomely 
beautiful. The hot, sticky juice that issued from it burned, but also left 
her inner flesh aglow with tingling pangs of delight. 

As Rick humped and came, Slade's screams of protest changed to screams of 
pleasure. The hurt never left, but it was now spiked with a new kind of 
pleasure she had never before experienced. The most agonized night of her 
young life was strangely becoming one of the most pleasured filled. 

"When will it stop coming?" she pleaded to know. Laced within the anguish of 
her question was a faint hope that it would never stop coming. Each jolt of 
Rick's exploding cock rose her higher and higher from the bed. Her body 
quaked with its force and fury, and actually rose in anticipation of the 
next one. As his cock continued its ceaseless coming, Slade began to enjoy 
her bondage. 

Suddenly, it all made sense. As her own orgasm rose from the pit of her 
crotch, she realized that it was her place to be used by a man. Rick was a 
cruel, but ever effective teacher! Her bonds suddenly became a symbol of her 
own feminine role. She would do anything for Rick! If he wanted to tie her 
up, so be it! It was the womanly thing to do. 

"Ahhhhhh!" Slade suddenly exclaimed happily. "I'm coming!" 

Rick smiled cruelly. Slade was a good student. She had learned fast. Her 
discipline and bondage would be her path to fulfillment. She would suffer at 
his hands because new and exciting pleasures would surely be somewhere at 
the end of her painful journey. 

Rick gave one last thumping blast of his spent cock. It shot into her 
asshole at the same second as her own cum poured from her soaken, steaming 
twat. 

"Ughhhhhhh!" she groaned as her spurting cum left her twisting body, and 
Rick's final blast of scum entered it. 

"Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" Her orgasm tore through her body with a gripping 
force. Never before in her young life had she felt such ecstasy. Every fiber 
in her body was aglow and tingled. She shuddered and shook on the bed like a 
bitch in heat. But her need had been satisfied. Her tensed body relaxed and 
surrendered to the invisible hand of her sensual massage. Nature could 
provide a whole new range of unnatural pleasures. Rick had taught her that 
now! 

She was his in body and spirit. She wished she could kiss her bonds. They 
were the instrument of Rick's pleasure-giving technique. 

As she bathed in the afterglow of the most violent orgasm in her life, her 
mind thought of one, and only one thing. 

"More!" she thought. "I must have more!" 

Rick fell forward onto Slade's back. The force of his own orgasm had left 
him exhausted. Yet, his imagination never stopped working. Already he was 
planning his next humiliation of grateful Slade. 

Their relationship was firmly established. Rick would inflict pain, 
humiliation and degradation upon Slade and she would accept it all gladly. 

Despite its perverse premise, it had a certain kind of purity. There could 
be no complications. It was beautifully simple. Rick would be the master and 
Slade would be the slave. 

The small pool of anal juice directly below Rick's point of entry had now 
been joined by Rick's cooling scum, Slade's own orgasmic juices and the 
sweat that dripped from Rick's overworked crotch. 

Rick's eyes riveted upon it. It would be the focal point of his next act. 

Slade's body heaved. Her breaths were long and hard. She had no idea of what 
would come next. All that was important was that there would be more. 

The very idea of being tied up and humiliated at the hands of a white 
stranger would have repulsed her not more than a few hours before that very 
second. But now it thrilled her and made her humid, moist twat twitter. It 
was all so new and exciting. She had never before imagined that sex could be 
so thrilling. 

Rick lifted his body from her and moved to the front of the bed. Slade spied 
his limp, shit stained joint and longed to close her lips around it. She 
would suck it to a new, full hardness and then await whatever it was Rick 
had in store for her. But he remained out of reach. 

Master Rick untied the rope that had been lashed to the wood posts at the 
head of the bed. Slade felt her legs relax as the rope's tension faded. She 
was somewhat free now and could move around a bit. Her wrists were still 
bound behind her and her ankles were still tied firmly to the bed's wooden 
backboard. 

"Are you releasing me?" she asked meekly. It was a simple question. 

Severe Rick interrupted the question as impudence and promptly slapped Slade 
across the face. He was angry and pensive. 

"Do not ask questions! You will address me as 'Mr. Cory' from now on and 
speak only when you are told to! You do understand, don't you?" 

"Yes, Mr. Cory. I understand perfectly." 

Slade felt her crotch begin to grind in a renewed heat. Mr. Cory would 
instruct her well! 

Rick pulled a chair over to the bed and sat down. He looked at her 
thoughtfully. 

"You are a good slut!" 

"Now get onto your back, close your eyes and open your mouth." 

Slade obeyed immediately. The bonds of her legs twisted and tightened as she 
turned onto her back. Her wrists jabbed into her back as she lay there, but 
there was nothing she could do about it. That was the way Mr. Cory wanted 
it, so that was the way it was going to be. 

Slade felt Rick get onto the bed. She felt the skin of his thighs brush 
against her small, yet lovely, breasts. A thick, hairy brush seemed to 
smother her face. Her eyes opened to complete darkness. 

She heard Mr. Cory's voice. "Ream out my asshole, bitch! Stick your tongue 
right into it! Suck my shit hole!" 

And suck she did! His asshole was quite large and was covered by a thick 
growth of pubic hair. Her mouth closed on the flesh below it and her tongue 
darted into the large, black canal. She felt her own twat begin to heat up 
as her master ground his hole right into her face. Slade longed to finger 
herself. Another orgasm was all she craved. 

It was as if Rick could read her very thoughts. Lying next to the two, was 
the remains of the cord Rick had used to tie Slade up with. There was a good 
ten feet left and Rick had made sure it was neatly folded before he used the 
cut strips to bind his captive to the bed. Its neat folds gave it a full 
thickness and a length of at least, twelve inches. With a sadistic smile on 
his face, Rick lifted it from the bed and leaned over Slade's bound torso. 

As her tongue probed the inner recesses of his anus, he opened the folds of 
skin that covered her gaping cunt hole. With a brutal shove, he rammed the 
full length of the cord into her pussy. At the same moment, he pressed his 
full weight upon her sucking, servile face. 

Her body tensed and he heard her muffled cries beneath him. He was fucking 
her with the very cord he had used to tie her up with! The irony of the 
whole act humored Mr. Cory. 

"Do you like your bonds now, bitch?" he asked sardonically. 

He lifted his crotch from her face just long enough to hear her anguished 
cries for mercy. 

"Ahhhhh! What is it? It hurts! Ohhhh! Please! Take it out!" 

That was all he permitted her to say. He gritted his teeth and rammed his 
asshole back into her soaken face. A full three inches of the cord remained 
outside of her aching cunt. With a clenched fist, he pounded the remaining 
portion into her hole until it disappeared. 

Slade wreathed in agony. She had gotten more than she had bargained for this 
time. The harsh weave of the cord cut her insides. A small trickle of blood 
dribbled to the sheet below her wet cunt hole. Her whole body struggled to 
rid itself of the vile thing that abused it so. But it was no use. Mr. Cory 
had slammed it fully into her young, now twisted, body. 

He heard her moans below him. "Ughhhhhhh!" Mr. Cory grabbed her cunt bone 
and lifted her partially from the bed. He was not happy with her resistance. 
He expected some, but not as much as he had been given. 

"Shut up, bitch! You'll learn to love it! You'll learn to love any, and 
everything, that I do to you!" 

Mr. Cory's evaluation was again quite correct. Moments later, Slade's tongue 
resumed its reamings of Mr. Cory's rectum. He felt a wave of pleasure move 
through him as he began to relax with the fruits of his latest abuse of 
sweet Slade. 

"Good bitch! Suck the shit right out!" 

His lips puckered and his prick began to throb. His third orgasm of the 
evening was approaching. It would be a good one! 

He lowered his head and for the first time, began to admire Slade's small, 
yet elegant breasts. His hands moved to them and began to squeeze with a 
growing hunger. 

"You have a nice set of tits, bitch! They aren't big, but they are nice!" 

Mr. Cory had to have them. He slowly lowered his erect prick into the small 
cleavage between them. He pressed his boner onto her chest and squeezed her 
tits against its firm sides. He began to rock back and forth as he fucked 
her French style. 

"I'll tit fuck you until your tiny belly is white hot from my creamy scum!" 

Dear Rick was really getting into his abuse of sweet Slade ... His face 
contorted into an ugly scowl as he dragged his balls over her neck and 
jacked himself off with the soft aid of her servile tits. 

He began to take short, quick breaths as his orgasm approached. He felt the 
familiar glow of imminent climax cover his horny, lean body. His body began 
to shake wildly as he continued his tit fuck, and Slade continued her 
reamings. 

With a few, quick humps he came for the third time. The hot, creamy liquid 
spread out over Slade's black chest and stomach. He felt her tongue dart 
further and further into his shit hole as the hot sauce shot out of the slit 
of his screaming boner. She knew he was coming and wanted desperately to 
heighten it. Mr. Cory would reciprocate, in time. She knew that. The hot 
scum flowing over her tits, chest and stomach drove her into a frenzy. She 
wanted to rub it into her skin until it dried to form a thick, salty 
coating. She had that feeling inside her throat from her earlier blow job, 
and inside her rectum from the ass fucking she had received. She loved to 
have the same feeling on her outer skin. It created an aura of being 
protected in her now slave-like mind. 

But the scum dribbled off her body aimlessly. She felt it on the bed's 
sheets as she struggled to get her tongue further into Mr. Cory's asshole. 
His body suddenly stood erect atop of her face. Slade managed to get her 
tireless tongue completely into him. 

"Good bitch! Suck it all! Suck the shit........" The exhaustion of his third 
orgasm combined with the relentless pleasures on Slade's reaming tongue 
suddenly got to him. 

Mr. Cory, engineer of Slade's sweet bondage, passed out. 

Slade felt his full weight relax upon her. She flecked her tongue into his 
hole a few more times and began to feel the exhaustion that had carried her 
master off to sleep. Rick slid off of her and she too faded into the 
blissful repose offered by her sexual fatigue. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

It was nine o'clock in the morning. The check-out time exodus had begun. The 
sound of running water, slamming doors and starting car engines roused Rick 
from his deep sleep. He was still laying atop of his bound, black mistress. 

He rubbed his face with his hand as if he thought the act would wipe away 
the sleep from his mind and body. His cheeks were swollen and his eyes 
opened reluctantly. Immediately, they focused on Slade's black flesh. Her 
bounds had held firm throughout the night. Her face was relaxed despite the 
numbing tension her bondage applied to her tender skin. She was still 
asleep. 

Rick rose from her and went into the bathroom. The previous night's love 
feast was still fresh in his mind. His fantasies of bondage had become a 
reality, at last. In the harsh newness of the morning, it didn't seem like 
such an important breakthrough. 

He rubbed his beard as he looked into the mirror and wished that he had 
brought his shaving kit with him. No matter how clean he actually was, he 
never felt right unless he was clean shaven. It was like his face had a 
greasy coating on it that only a sharp blade could wipe away. 

His mouth was dry from the wine he had drunk. A cool drink of water didn't 
help it any. 

Rick stepped into the shower and soon a humid cloud of steam filled the 
bathroom. The mirror fogged up and small droplets of water formed on the 
silver pipes attached to the toilet. 

"Ah, shit!" he stammered as the tiny bar of soap the motel provided slipped 
from his hands into the swirling, cloudy pool of water at his ankles. 

He stopped to look for it. "Where the fuck...." 

It was a vain and half-hearted search. Rick satisfied himself with the suds 
he had managed to lather up and the hot, cleansing water from the nozzle 
above his head. 

A small pool of water formed at his feet when he finally turned off the 
water and stepped out of the tub. He didn't care. Eighteen bucks was a lot 
to pay for a room. He figured that he might as well make the help earn their 
meager salaries. 

The room's towels were also meager. With three wipes of each of the two 
hanging in the bathroom, they were soaked and unusable. Rick walked from the 
hot room into the larger room, wet and mad. 

The sight of Slade gave him a perfect avenue upon which he could release his 
frustrations. 

She lay on her side. Her wrists were still bound behind her and her legs 
twisted in the confines of the taut, white rope. Her sleep symbolized her 
complete acceptance of her state. She was a bound bitch open to the abuses 
of Mr. Cory. 

Rick felt his wet prick begin to harden as he looked upon the well of her 
hip and the way it tapered into her tiny waist. Slade had a magnificent 
body. It was all his. The thought made his prick stiffen to its complete 
length. 

A hot, morning hump would be a great way to start the day, he thought. He 
hadn't fucked Slade straight yet, anyway. Now was as good a time as any. 

He spit onto the tips of his fingers and moved towards her. He turned her 
sleeping body onto its back. She continued to sleep. Rick tried to wet her 
twat enough so that he could enter her as easily as possible. But it proved 
very difficult. The binding on her ankles worked against him. He decided to 
release her. 

In less than three minutes her legs and arms were free. Rick spread her 
long, black, elegant legs and prepared to plunge his hot dick into her twat 
for the first time. Her hair was randomly strewn over her pillow as were her 
arms. Her lashes began to flicker and she opened her eyes. A broad smile 
grew across her face. She sensed her freedom and stared warmly into the eyes 
of her strict, yet just master. 

Rick nestled his prick's cap into the folds on her twat. He wasn't smiling. 

With one brutal, crashing hump, the entire nine inch length of his thick, 
hard prick was in her. 

His penetration knocked the wind out of poor Slade. Her mouth opened to its 
absolute fullness and an agonized groan rose from the lowest depths of her 
throat. "Ugh," she groaned. 

All of the minor frustrations that were a part of his rising added to his 
growing contempt for the bitch that he fucked so brutally. He squeezed her 
buttocks savagely and bit into her neck. Her weakened flesh was like putty 
in his hands. He held her lower so he could ram his thickening rod in and 
out of her hole. She was a black fucking machine, that was all. There was no 
affection or tenderness in his movements. He was a man who wanted to get 
off. This bitch would satisfy his needs. 

Despite the brute force of his fucking, Slade managed to wrap her thin arms 
around his back and knot her ankles at his trim waist. Rick's one-hundred 
and sixty pound frame was evenly spread over his tight, muscular body. Slade 
rubbed the toned muscles of his upper arms and shoulders. She languished in 
his fiery masculinity. Without her bonds she was a free woman with the 
ability to love a man. 

But Rick wasn't at all interested in her little needs. He wanted to come. 
Suddenly, he was off of her. She felt her body swing around on the bed. She 
lay on her stomach again but this time her legs hung over the edge of the 
bed. 

"Dog style!" was all Mr. Cory said. 

"Ahhhhhh!" she screamed as his hot, fucking poker re-entered her twat. From 
this new position Rick was able to ran his thing even further into her open 
hole. 

The force of his humping drove her knees up and under her torso. Rick 
grabbed her waist and began to hump with an unrelenting intensity. He felt 
that old itch in his balls again. The semen within them wanted out, and 
soon! 

Slade's pleasure was again reduced to agony. She began to groan with the 
rhythmic fury of her master's humping. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" 

With each hump of his conquering cock another groan of pain would rise from 
her throat. They grew in volume as Rick neared his climax. 

When it finally came, he gave her a vicious, slamming hump. Her body wilted 
and the cum began to flow. Rick's blasting boner plowed into her with a 
force only equalled by the shooting clots of cum spurting from his slit. 

Dear Slade was overwhelmed. She slid off the back of the bed and hit the 
floor with a dull thud. There she lay, a crumpled mass of black flesh, 
vanquished by Rick's still coming prick. 

Her mouth opened instinctively, as Rick held his shooting prick over her. 
She scrambled for the flying clots of scum like a native diving for coins. A 
droplet hit her cheek and her hand scooped it from her flesh and shoved it 
into her mouth. Another hit the floor and she moved her face onto it and 
lapped its sticky whiteness. 

The scene repulsed Rick. "You are a black, stinking slut whore!" 

Slade looked up at her master with sadness in her eyes. She thought he would 
like what she was doing. Her tongue moved around her mouth as she relished 
the salty taste of her master's scum. His once proud prick now lay limply 
against his hairy leg. A droplet of cooling semen dangled from it. If she 
could only get it into her mouth. She went for it like a horny bitch. She 
didn't see Rick's foot. 

He rested it squarely against her shoulder and shoved her onto her back. 

He moved away from her towards his clothes. Over his shoulder he ordered her 
to be dressed in ten minutes. 

Nine minutes later, she stood by the room's door with bag in hand and head 
lowered. Rick brushed past her, swung open the door and walked into the 
morning light. Slade followed meekly. 

She couldn't understand why he was mad at her. She had followed his every 
order. What she failed to see however, was that was the precise reason for 
his contempt. She was so damned obedient! It added fodder to his lust for 
discipline. His serverity with her could only increase. He wanted to test 
the very limits of his hold upon her. She had fallen under his tutelage with 
an infuriating docility. 

Slade dared not say a word during the ride back to the parking lot of the 
Launch Pad. Last night seemed like ages ago to her. This stranger walked 
right into her life, made shambles of what she once was and then rearranged 
her to conform to his own wishes. She would follow his bidding to the 
letter. She had heard of the strange hold some men could exercise over some 
women, but she had never seen herself as one of those women, nor Rick as one 
of those men. 

Rick looked her over after he had parked his car. He had plans for her. 

"Give me your telephone number. I will call you this week." 

Slade nervously searched her pocketbook for a pencil and a piece of paper. 
She scribbled her number down on a matchbook and held it nervously toward 
Rick. He snatched it away from her and ordered her out of the car. 

A cloud of dust and gravel spun up into her face as he sped away. At that 
moment, she realized that she knew nothing about her master. His name was 
Rick. She was to call him "Mr. Cory," and he would telephone her that week. 
She feared that she would go absolutely insane if she didn't hear from him 
again. She strained her eyes to make out the numbers on his car. If he 
didn't call maybe she could trace him by his license plate number. It was 
too late. His car was too far away from her. If he didn't call, she would 
never see him again. He had to call! He must call! 

When Rick's car faded completely from view, Slade stared at the empty 
highway. It was like he had taken something very precious from her and 
threatened never to give it back. 

She walked listlessly to her car and drove to her apartment. It was in one 
of the town's best buildings, but it still looked run down. 

For the remainder of the weekend she paced its floors. When fatigue took 
hold of her, she lay down on the bed and masturbated herself to sleep. Rick 
had given her a fever that only he had the antidote for. She sighed, sucked 
her teeth and shook her head from side to side. She had it bad! She couldn't 
sleep. 

Sometime during Sunday night however, she managed to fall off into a 
troubled doze. It soon turned to a deep sleep. 

She woke Monday morning. Immediately, she sensed that something was wrong. 
It was ten o'clock. She had overslept three hours. 

So began the worst week of Nurse Sharon 

"Slade" Bownes' young life. Her immediate supervisor, Nurse Fulcher, laced 
into her for the slightest infraction. The feeble, old people she serviced 
depressed her more and more. By Friday she was a nervous wreck. Rick hadn't 
called. She craved his strong discipline, his keen awareness of her needs 
and most importantly, his hard, thick prick. 

Fifty miles north Mr. Cory executed his duties with an offhanded ease. His 
lessons were clear and concise. His students were attentive, prepared and 
well behaved. None of them gave him a hard time. His severe, impersonal 
manner stole the fire from the most obnoxious adolescent. 

Thursday morning, as he was preparing to leave for school, he thought of 
Slade. The weekend was almost upon him. He'd certainly enjoy abusing his 
sweet, black angel again. Rick paused by the phone. He considered calling 
and setting up a meeting. But he dismissed the thought with a sadistic 
laugh. He'd keep dear Slade in the dark until the following afternoon. He'd 
make her grovel at the phone in silent misery. 

He walked through the halls of Endover High with an air of proud efficiency. 
His confident stride was suddenly broken when the school's principal called 
him into his office and informed him that he was to moderate the school 
dance on the the following evening. 

He protested. "But Mr. Hastings, I have plans for the weekend." 

They went unheeded. "I'm sorry, Richard, Williams had a death in his family 
and he was called out of town. You are the only teacher I have enough 
confidence in to keep the kids in line." 

Principal Hastings was smart. He knew this approach would work. One of his 
own private maxims was, 'The way to a teacher's heart, is through his ego." 

Rick was no exception. 

He agreed to moderate the dance. "If you put it that way sir, I guess I 
can't say no." 

Mr. Hastings rose from behind his desk, slapped Rick on the back and 
escourted him to the door. "Fine Richard! Fine! Be here at seven-thirty. We 
don't want anyone sneaking into the gymnasium before the dance begins. Have 
a good day now. Oh, and by the way, don't be too hard on them! Ha, ha!" 

Rick frowned after he left the principal's office. 'That old bastard," he 
whispered to himself. "I should have told him I had a death in my family 
too!" 

The rest of the day went smoothly. He particularly enjoyed his eighth period 
class. Beautiful, virginal Elaine Carter was unprepared again. Rick enjoyed 
humiliating her in front of her peers. 

"Tsk, tsk! Unprepared again, Elaine?" he said sarcastically, as he stood 
over her desk. His corduroy sports jacket hid his huge boner as he looked 
down the front of her tight sweater. She had huge tits for a 
seventeen-year-old. 

"I didn't, I mean I had to," stammered pathetic Elaine. 

Her flimsy excuses were drowned in a swell of cruel laughter from the class. 
Rick could reduce a roomful of kids into a mindless gang that would pounce 
on any one of their number at his bidding. They became the instrument of his 
cruelty. 

Mr. Cory backed away from Elaine's desk and moved to the front of the room. 

"What we have just witnessed, Ladies and Gentlemen, was a scholar who has 
erred from her duty." 

His biting sarcasm cut into young Elaine like a knife. She lowered her head 
in shame and felt a deep hatred for Mr. Cory and an even deeper contempt for 
herself. 

Mr. Cory arrived to Endover High at seven-thirty sharp on the following 
evening. He was never late for anything and had little impatience for those 
who were. 

It was kind of odd being in the large, brick building at night. The only 
other times he felt the same thing was during Parent-Teachers Night. But on 
those occasions he was usually too busy to fully appreciate the darkened 
quietness of the school's halls. He enjoyed walking along its marble floor 
and hearing only the sound of his own feet. 

At seven-forty-five, the first students began to arrive for the dance. The 
Student Activity Committee had organized the whole thing Rick's function was 
to act as an overseer. If anything got out of hand, he would become the 
heavy. It was really a very easy job. Most of the kids in Endover High were 
decent and kept their fucking and pot smoking at a low profile. 

Rick stood behind the students working at the entrance to the building. The 
gay adolescents all looked at Mr. Cory before they moved down the hall and 
into the gymnasium. His austere presence told them to keep cool. It had a 
proper sobering effect. 

Rick's eyes lit up when he saw Elaine Carter walk up the stairs towards the 
admission table. She was looking through her small, beaded bag for her 
Student Identification Card. She seemed happy and relaxed. She also looked 
foxy as hell! 

Rick had never seen her like that. When she was seated in his class she was 
quiet and conservative. She certainly didn't look that way at that moment. 

Her thick blonde hair stood out from her demure head. It was composed of 
huge, golden curls. Her face was completely circled by it as it rolled onto 
her shoulders and cascaded down her chest. 

She wore a variety of creams, powders and lotions on her face that made her 
look three years older than she was, and positively smashing. Her rich blue 
eyes were surrounded by a thick, black line and long, flashing lashes. Her 
cheekbones looked higher than usual and her red, full lips looked wet and 
delicious. 

The skin of her neck was exposed subtlely. When she turned her head her 
flowing hair would reveal its creamy beauty. A cloudy blue stone hung there 
and moved against the skin of her upper chest. 

Elaine wore a striking and colorful silk blouse. It was trimly tailored and 
clearly defined her fine, trim young figure. Her huge breasts pulled at the 
white buttons. They stood high and firm despite their large size. Her 
flowering youth was responsible for that. 

The fabric of her blouse clung to the skin of her abdomen and tightly 
cinched at her waist. It was if the blouse had been tailored specifically 
for her body. 

She wore powder blue, brushed cotton slacks. They too hugged her young body 
with elegant snugness. Her hips swelled out from their sides and finally 
stopped curving at her soft, round knees. The slacks were neatly pressed and 
almost hid the open, platform shoes she wore. Her toes were painted a dark 
red and were quite small. 

Young Elaine was a poor student in Science. But, tonight, she was all woman. 

As she breezed into the hall she noticed Mr. Cory. He felt a bit hurt when 
she cowered at his sight. 

"Good evening, Mr. Cory," she said respectfully. 

Rick reciprocated. "And a good evening to you, dear." 

She walked past him rigidly. The further away from him she got the more 
relaxed and free her strides became. Rick watched her firm, high buttocks 
begin to sway as she neared the entrance to the school's gymnasium. He 
envied the student who was balling her, whoever it might be. 

Rick played a little game with himself. It concerned the girls of his class. 
He was sure certain ones were getting fucked. There was something about 
their demeanor that gave it away. They seemed to toy with the awkward, hot, 
young boys that looked at them. They, for the most part, were not slutty. 
But they were certainly aware of the power of the feminine mystique. 

Rick had decided weeks earlier that Elaine was one of these girls. His eyes 
riveted upon her young buttocks as they turned towards the gymnasium's 
entrance. He would love to get into that little bitch's pants. 

But Mr. Cory had to keep cool and detached. His lecherous ways would have to 
be kept outside of Endover. He had too much at stake. His department 
chairman was nearing the age of retirement and he had heard that he had been 
considered for the job. 

That would mean a whopping raise and a hell of a lot more prestige. He was 
too ambitious to risk that for some young cunt. He could fuck around all he 
wanted to, outside of Endover. But within its town limits, he had to be 
beyond reproach. It was one of his profession's shortcomings. But he didn't 
mind. It didn't interfere with his sex life. 

The dance proved to be quite a dull affair. The gym was about half full and 
the band played half-heartedly. Many of the girls had to dance with each 
other as the boys bunched up together to smoke cigarettes and jostle one 
another. 

Mr. Cory moved around the gym slowly. He was keeping an eye on things. One 
of these "things" happened to be the sweet little butts of the teenaged 
girls. He groaned to himself after he had spied a particularly attractive 
one. He thought of Slade's high, Negro ass and remembered how good it felt 
when he had rammed hit hot prick right up its hole. He'd give her a call the 
following morning. 

About ten o'clock the crowd began to thin out. He chose that moment to take 
a quick breath. The noise of the band had given him a crushing headache. He 
had to find a place where it was quiet. 

He retreated upstairs to the quiet stillness of the Science Lab. The moon 
shone fully into the large, test tube filled room as he leaned on a window 
sill and took long, full drags on his cigarette. 

He perked up suddenly when he began to hear strange noises coming from the 
adjoining lab. A large, plate glass window separated the two rooms enabling 
him to see clearly into the room from which the strange sounds emanated. 

The light flashed on and he saw three figures moving about. It was a girl 
and two boys. He dropped his cigarette to the floor, extinguished it with 
his heel. From the protective darkness of his position he looked closer at 
the scenario unfolding in the other lab. 

He didn't know either of the boys but they did look familiar. They 
frequently cut classes, hung out in the halls and harassed some of the 
school's weaker teachers. The girl had her back to him. She wore a colorful, 
tight fitting blouse and powder blue slacks. Her blonde whirled about her as 
she turned. It was Elaine Carter! 

Instinctively, Mr. Cory moved to the door separating the rooms. There were 
to be no students anywhere in the building other than the gymnasium. He 
paused briefly as he got near the door. They were up to something in there. 
He decided to watch and see. 

The two boys moved closer towards Elaine. They began to squeeze her tits and 
pull at her clothes. She wasn't resisting. In fact, she seemed to encourage 
the horny teens on. 

She giggled and pushed the boys away. As she did so, she began to unbutton 
her blouse. The boys began to open the snaps of their tight fitting jeans. 

Rick was about to witness an orgy! 

The two boys pulled their pants down over their buttocks and lifted their 
pricks from their white briefs. Elaine's blouse was completely open now and 
Rick gazed at the blue laced bra that bound her large, fleshy tits in place. 

The boys moved towards her. Her hands reached out and grabbed hold of each 
of the boys' large, hard boners. They kissed at her neck and shoulders and 
pushed her blouse away from her young flesh as she began to stroke both 
cocks. One of the boys clasped his hand right onto her grinding pussy. All 
that separated its golden bush from his grasp were the tailored slacks she 
wore. The boys' other hand feverishly reached for the small, silver snap at 
the top of them. He wanted her young pussy badly. 

His desires were temporarily stilted as "his colleague began to force Elaine 
onto her knees. Her blond curls slowly descended to the tips of the boys' 
seething pricks She opened her mouth and firmly pulled one of them into it. 
She sucked with a remarkable fury while her other hand pumped and squeezed 
the other boy's boner. 

Less than a minute later, she reversed the process and began to suck the 
other boy's pink cock. She worked hard as her hot, young passion powered her 
hand and mouth. 

Rick's own prick had risen to its full length as he watched the three hot 
teens engage in their illicit sex. He longed to be one of those boys. 

His longings quickly turned into a hot craving. One of the boys managed to 
open Elaine's slacks and was stooping over in order to force the tightly 
fitting fabric over her full, lovely buttocks. As her head bobbed up and 
down on the other's prick, he succeeded. Her panties were deep blue and 
barely hid the soft flesh of her young ass cheeks. His hand slid into her 
panties and began to squeeze at the flushing flesh. Young Elaine was getting 
hot as hell. So were the boys. 

The boy at work stripping Elaine lifted her hand from his prick and moved to 
her rear. Rick thought he heard him say something to his friend. The boy 
getting his prick sucked grabbed Elaine's huge tits and lifted her from her 
knees. At the same moment, the boy at her rear pulled down her tight 
panties. 

Rick almost came in his pants when he saw her red, apple round ass cheeks, 
high, erect and ready. Her hands cupped at the balls of the prick she sucked 
while the boy at her rear rammed his index into her asshole. 

Suddenly, she burst away from both of them. Rick thought that she was going 
to run out of the room and down the hall. But he was very wrong. 

She wiped her wet face with the back of her hands and stared at both boys. 
Her hands forced her slacks down past her thighs and she shimmied her saucy, 
young body as the fabric fell silently around her ankles. She stepped out of 
them and immediately returned to her cock sucking. Her ass cheeks faced the 
other boy's growling boner, unencumbered by her slacks. 

His finger slid back into her asshole. At first, Rick saw her jump, but 
seconds later she ground that beautiful ass on the boy's hand while she 
sucked at the very root of the other's prick. Her driving passion was almost 
too much for them. She wanted them with as much of a hot passion as they 
wanted her. 

The boy at her rear moved his prick next to her beautiful, perfect ass 
cheeks. His crotch straddled her hind quarters and he positioned his very 
large prick at the entrance to her anus. 

The three of them slammed against a large lab table as he rammed his prick's 
full length into her rectum. The intensity of his humpings could only be 
matched by the fury in which she sucked at the other boy's cock. 

He crumbled to the floor with Elaine's bulging cheeks blowing hard on his 
prick and the other boy riding her asshole with his. 

Rick couldn't believe what he was looking at. He unzipped his own trousers 
and lifted his bulging boner from his black slacks. 

He was suddenly a voyeur! He whacked at his root as he witnessed the hot 
teens groan and hump in a sea of their own sensuality. 

The three youths did not seem to enjoy their efforts. Their faces were 
twisted and contorted as their hot young passions drove them on like a cruel 
master. A gut crushing orgasm would be their only method of relief. 

It came suddenly. 

They began to shudder in a freaky kind of unison. The boy getting his cock 
.sucked had his back resting against the room's wooden wall as he lay on the 
floor. Rick saw him begin to take short, quick, gasping breaths. His lips 
tensed and he grabbed viciously at the top of Elaine's bobbing head. He 
suddenly began to thrust his pelvis up at her. He was coming. 

Rick moved his face right up to glass. He saw Elaine's eyes bulging at their 
sockets as her throat made frenzied swallowing motions. At the corners of 
her lips a thick white cream began to form. The teen's hot load of cum was 
flowing too fast. She couldn't swallow all of it. It began to dribble down 
over her chin as she gobbled on the cock in the heat of spasmodic climax. 

The boy at her rear was coming simultaneously. His body seemed to be in the 
strong clutches of an invisible being as it darted from side to side as his 
hot semen shot from his prick. 

Rick couldn't see it flow wildly into Elaine's asshole. But he could see her 
reaction. She lifted her body as high as she could to feel the full power of 
her ass fucker's hot sauce. 

Her body would sway from side to side and then abruptly jump. Each bolt of 
the hot cum flowing into her was like a bolt of lightning. 

Seconds later it was over. The three youths rose up from the floor like 
tired football players after an important play. 

As they dressed, combed their hair and generally got themselves together, 
Rick's stunned face filled with disgust. 

"Amoral bastards," he whispered bitterly. He was unable to admit that what 
he felt was not contempt but envy. He wished he had been a part of the scene 
himself. 

The thing that separated him from the hot kids was the freedom in which they 
indulged in their fucking. He had come to accept a large amount of guilt 
with every sexual act. Maybe that was why he got off so much on abusing 
women. Perhaps he was punishing them for filling him with such guilt. 

He came as he gazed upon lovely Elaine pulling her slacks up over her 
perfect buttocks. As his own semen began to squirt onto the room's dark 
floor, he noticed a glistening clot of scum shine from the inner thigh of 
his student. She had been ass fucked righteously and had obviously loved it. 
As his cum shot from his whacked off boner he only wished that the droplet 
hanging near her sweet, tiny asshole was his. 

He made up his fevered mind at that moment that it soon would be. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

As the three hot teens left the adjoining lab, one of them flicked off the 
lights. Rick was cast into complete darkness once more. He walked slowly 
over to the wash basin and pulled a harsh, brown, paper towel from the white 
enamel case above it. As he wiped off his semen soaked prick, he wondered 
how he would approach Elaine. 

He had plans for the fucky little bitch! 

A few minutes later, he was back in the gymnasium cruising its outer 
perifery. His arms were folded across his chest and he walked with a slow 
authority. 

It was beginning to get late and many of the younger teens were leaving. His 
sharp eyes scanned the place looking for Elaine. They found her sitting in 
the corner with two of her friends. She was engaged in a very animated 
discussion that was interspersed with wild laughter. 

Rick was sure what they were talking about. When he was finished with her, 
she would not talk to anyone. He was not going to play. His discipline and 
new found lust for bondage would break her hot, fiery little spirit. She 
would learn to follow orders in bed as well as she did in class. Only he 
would give her special individualized attention. 

He walked past the huddling girls with a detached, disinterested air. He 
would have loved to hear Elaine describe how one of her young lovers rammed 
his prick into her ass. He couldn't get over the absolute wantonness of her 
act. 

The boys who had mouth and ass fucked her were no where to be seen. 

About a half-hour later, the band finished their last number. Mr. Cory 
inserted his special key into the wall socket and turned the gymnasium 
lights on. The dance was over. 

He moved back to the original place he stood at when the evening had begun. 
He was watching for Elaine. 

He felt a grinding sensation in his crotch when he spotted her. She walked 
with the same two girls she had spoke and laughed with earlier in the 
protective darkness of the gymnasium. 

Rick saw how her manner and gait changed as she neared him. Elaine was 
terrified of Mr. Cory. 

The three girls were silent as they began to move past Rick. His arms were 
folded and he felt like a judge. Elaine's ass looked as delicious as it did 
when he had first spotted her earlier that evening. 

Mr. Cory cleared his throat before he spoke. 

"Miss Carter," he said directly. "I'd like to speak with you for a moment." 

Her friends looked at her and then up at Rick. Elaine nodded her assent and 
her two friends moved away. 

Mr. Cory began to walk down an empty, but well lit hallway. 

He turned, leaned against its wall and waited until Elaine reached him. 

She looked up at him with apprehension. She had no idea as to what he 
wanted. 

He looked directly into her eyes as he 

. spoke. 

"I was upstairs before," he said. 

Elaine was confused. "Upstairs?" she asked. 

"I don't think I'm making myself clear," he said matter of factly. "I was in 
the Science Lab." 

Suddenly Elaine understood what he meant. 

"Oh God!" she whispered fearfully as her open hands covered her open mouth. 

She was being tried by an evil judge. "I saw ... everything," Rick said 
coldly. 

Elaine felt like she was going to get sick. She knew she shouldn't have gone 
upstairs with those two boys. They could have accomplished the same purposes 
in the back seat of one of their cars. Why did they have to do it in school! 

"Oh please Mr. Cory! They made me do it! I swear! I didn't want to! They 
made me!" Poor, horny Elaine began to sob bitterly. "Please don't tell my 
parents! They'll just kill me! Pleaseeeeeeeee!" 

Her body fell against the cold, cement wall. She was crushed. Her shame made 
her feel like an empty shell of a person. If Mr. Cory were to expose her it 
would be worse! 

Rick's scheme began to unfold. He placed his large, bony hand on Elaine's 
limp, shivering shoulder. He spoke to her in a strange, yet compassionate 
voice. 

"Your secret is safe with me. There is no need to worry, Elaine." 

Elaine's face suddenly came to life. Her life had been destroyed and 
repaired in less than a minute. She would be eternally grateful to Mr. Cory. 

Through her sobs she managed to speak. "Oh thank you, Mr. Cory. Thank you so 
much!" 

Rick suddenly became very candid. "You just confine your fucking and sucking 
to other areas, you hear?" 

Elaine recoiled as Mr. Cory spoke. It seemed incredible that a teacher would 
use such terms with a student. But he only spoke the truth. 

"Yessir. I will." Elaine began to move away from Mr. Cory. He wasn't through 
with her yet. 

"There's just one thing I'll ask in return, Elaine." 

She looked up at him with keen attention. She'd do anything to keep from 
being exposed. 

"Yes, Mr. Cory?" she replied quizzically. 

He began to unfold his plan. 

"I'm conducting a kind of experiment tomorrow night. I'd like you to take 
part in it. Meet me in the parking lot behind school around seven o'clock 
tomorrow night. I'll be waiting for you." 

"Yessir," she replied immediately. 

She was quite sure that he was done with her and she started to walk away. 
She was wrong. 

"One more thing, Elaine. Make arrangements enabling you to stay out late 
tomorrow night. And don't tell anyone where you are going." 

She nodded an affirmation to his final instructions and disappeared around 
the corner of the hall. 

His eyes looked at the space he last saw her. 

"Tomorrow night," he said to himself. "We'll have an experiment, alright!" 

As soon as he got home he called Slade. The phone rang only once. 

"Hello?" the voice asked hopefully. 

"This is Mr. Cory," he began firmly. "Listen to my instructions carefully. 
They will not be repeated." 

Her prayers had been answered. A broad smile broke across her face as she 
breathed a deep sigh of relief. He had finally called! 

"Yes, Mr. Cory," she replied obediently. There wouldn't be one thing that 
her master could get angry with her about. She would be a perfect order 
follower. 

"Get the same room at the same motel we stayed in last week. Book it for 
tomorrow night. Be there at eight o'clock." 

"Yes, Mr. Cory." Slade was getting hot. Her teacher was so wonderfully 
strict. It gave her life purpose. He continued. 

"Tomorrow you have some shopping to do. First, buy two, twenty foot lengths 
of the rope I used last week. Then you have to go to the lingerie shop and 
buy the following items: a sheer white strapless negligee for a voluptuous 
girl around five feet in height, the tightest corset you can fit into, a 
pair of fish net stockings, a garter belt and tight arm length black velvet 
gloves. Those last items will all be for you." 

"Yes, Mr. Cory," she answered. 

"Then you have to go to the town's leather shop. I saw one on Main Street 
last week. When you get there, I want you to buy a pair of the highest 
heeled, black leather boots they have in stock. I also want you to purchase 
a whip. I saw a nice six foot one hanging in the window when I drove past." 

"Yes, Mr. Cory. Will there be anything else?" Slade was doing her twisted 
best to be a good slave. She felt her young pussy churn as she went over the 
list she had scribbled down. 

"Now," Rick said. "Be there with the stuff I told about. And be on time!" 

He hung up. 

Slade was overjoyed. She'd see her master in less than twenty-four hours. 
Already she felt the sensual, harsh cord binding her body to her love bed. 
She fell onto her couch and masturbated. 

As she writhed about her bed racked by the force of a powerful, 
self-inflicted orgasm, young Elaine Carter stared at the ceiling from hers. 
Her dark blue eyes sparkled in the darkness. She wondered what kind of 
experiment Mr. Cory had in mind and the extent of her involvement in it. 

At the exact same moment the prime mover of the upcoming triad paged through 
his favorite pornographic magazine. "Advanced Bondage" filled his head with 
ideas and twisted thoughts. Sade and Elaine were both in from some 
surprises! 

The following day passed slowly for all three of them. Slade anticipated the 
sharp pleasures of strict discipline, Elaine imagined some kind of 
behavioral modification experiment and Rick planned a little bit of both. 

At precisely seven o'clock, Rick's Volvo slowly entered the parking lot. 
Elaine had walked from her home and leaned against the wall. She bolted 
towards Mr. Cory's car the second she saw it. Its passenger door swung open, 
she hopped in and the vehicle sped away. 

Five minutes later, Rick's car moved quietly down a darkened, tree-lined 
block. He parked and turned off the engine. For a moment, he sat silently 
behind the steering wheel. 

Elaine finally summoned the nerve to ask what was going on. 

"What are we doing?" she asked meekly. 

"You'll find out," Rick answered as he reached over the front seat of the 
car and picked up a wet washcloth neatly lying on a small, tea saucer. 

He moved with a sudden speed. The washcloth slapped against Elaine's 
perplexed face and she began to struggle. Seconds later, her entire body 
relaxed. She was unconscious. Mr. Cory was taking no chances. He had 
chloroformed her! 

As her body rested listlessly against the car door, he started up its finely 
turned engine and headed towards Interstate 498. He was southbound. 

Twenty minutes later, he steered his automobile off the highway and cruised 
down the streets of Barton. His motel rendevous point was coming up on his 
right. Rick slowed down as he pulled off the road onto the smooth blacktop 
that surrounded the motel. His car squeaked to a halt as its wheels gently 
hit the concrete barrier outside of the appointed room. 

Elaine was still unconscious. 

Before Rick got out of the car he looked around him. It was dark and quiet. 
The Friday night humping crowd hadn't arrived yet. 

He got out of the car and moved around to its other side. As he opened its 
door, Elaine started to sprawl out. He caught her with his open palm and 
propper her up. He groaned as he cupped his hands under her shoulders. 

With a series of quick, jerking movements, he dragged her from the car 
towards the room's red door. He kicked at it violently as his head darted 
from side to side. He must not be seen! 

The door immediately opened and seconds later Elaine lay quietly on the 
room's large, double bed. 

Rick collapsed into the room's only chair. "Whew! That little bitch is 
heavy!" 

He hadn't even noticed Slade. But when she walked towards him with a large, 
ice-cube filled glass of scotch he sure did. He bolted up erect in his seat 
and his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. 

There stood Slade, in full regalia! 

As she stooped down to hand her master his drink, stunned Rick gorged 
himself on her whore-like appearance. 

She had followed his instructions to the letter. She wore a shining pair of 
thigh high, black leather boots. The material was cut at her knee to permit 
her to move freely about. Her tiny feet Tested in their sharp, pointed tips. 
The stiletto heels must have been incredibly strong. They couldn't have been 
more than a half inch thick at their widest point. Yet they propped Slade's 
lean, statuesque body high and proud. She moved about on them as if they 
were stilts. 

The leather glistened in its soft newness. Where the leather finally ended, 
her fish net stockings began. They hugged tightly to her trim, black thighs. 
Her skin was firm and tight. Its rich brownness moved behind the open 
triangles of the stocking's wide pattern. 

Rick's eyes moved slowly from her thighs and stopped at the inch wide, 
stretching strips that hung from the black garter belt that cinched 
painfully tight at her waist. Rick's cock grew harder than it had ever been 
before as his bulging eyes feasted on the strip of hot, black flesh exposed 
between the teasing veil of her skin tight panties and her slut-like 
stockings. He clenched his teeth as the wild animal of his sexuality crashed 
against the bars on his intense inner discipline. 

He would have all of the fucky bitch, in time. For the moment though he 
would indulge in the visual pleasures offered by her fantastic costume of 
servile domination. 

Her panties were black and made his balls smolder. He could see her 
triangular growth of pubic hair. Her cunt bone jutted from the laced fabric 
in naive submission. It was all his for the taking! 

He gulped at the drink she had given him as he tontinued his inspection. The 
strips of cloth attached to her garter belt swelled over her luscious thighs 
in a clear sensual harmony with her young flesh. 

Her stomach was firm and small. It rested snugly beneath her heaving chest 
and above her enraging pussy. 

Rick's mouth began to water. The cool liquor flowing down his throat offered 
no relief to the gripping lust that had seized him. 

The bra she wore appeared a full, two sizes too small for her. It pinched at 
her skin painfully propping her elegant breasts high and ready. They seemed 
to beckon Rick's harsh discipline. Their very softness seemed crushed by the 
squeezing fabric of the bursting bra she had managed to lash on them. 

Her shoulders were soft, bare and beautifully ebony in color. Rick moved his 
eyes down the length of her arms. They were supremely slender and dangled 
next to her dressed pussy. 

He finally lifted his eyes to her face. Her hair was perfect. Large 
blue-black curls swirled about her head and came to rest just above her 
shoulders. Her eyes were as round as silver dollars and were centered by 
dark blackballs that looked at him in nervous attention. 

Her lips were a dark red and shined in an inviting wetness. The cheeks that 
rose above them seemed thin and poised. A faint tint of green had been 
somehow placed under the lashes that whirled about her face. 

She tilted her head to the side and smiled at the man responsible for it 
all. 

"Do you like it?" she asked lightly. 

Rick was speechless. She began to turn around slowly as she put on a pair of 
elbow length black, velvet gloves. A fiery blast of fuck sauce shot from his 
jean bound prick as he gazed upon Slade's gorgeous ass clearly out-lined 
behind the sheer fabric of her tiny, tight panties. 

He suddenly felt angry. He wanted to jump up, punch Slade to the floor and 
rape and hurt her until she was a dump hulk of torn and frayed, fucked out 
meat. He wanted to suffocate her with his thick, ramming mouth-fucking cock. 
He wanted to tear a five inch hole into her asshole and plow the inner 
fields of her flesh with a twisting vengeance. 

But icy Mr. Cory was the master of his flesh. All of his most dark desires 
would find fruition, in time. 

"You scum sucking bitch! You look like some two-bit, street walking hag! You 
look like shit!" 

His face began to redden as his teeth were exposed by a macabre smile. 

Slade was crushed. She had slaved for hours to look like the most 
titillating woman her master had ever laid eyes on. Did she really look like 
all these terrible things? 

"Bring me the rope, cunt!" Rick ordered. 

In a flurry of black lace and lean, young flesh, Slade rushed to the room's 
dresser and opened its top drawer. She returned to her master and offered 
the new, white rope to him meekly. 

Rick laughed cruelly as he reached into his pocket for his small knife. He 
ripped the rope's clear plastic cover away from it, quickly measured 
approximately two feet of it and cut. 

"Get on the floor slut and lift your ankles up to me!" 

Slade fell to the floor like a fearful child. Tears of anguish began to flow 
from her feminine eyes as the muscles in her neck tensed from the strain of 
lifting her ankles up to wear Rick sat. 

He slapped them to the side and Slade rolled over onto her stomach. She felt 
his heel press against her buttock and give her a fierce shove. She rolled 
across the room and slammed against the dresser drawer. 

"Ahh!" she moaned as a sharp pain rose from the point of impact. But 
something strange happened. As the guttural moan left her open throat, she 
felt a hot flash of horny pleasure from the lowest depths of her crotch. 

She began to grovel in a sick enjoyment of her abuse and degradation. Mr. 
Cory was a master of strict discipline! He was so good to her! 

Slade's mouth opened, her tongue slipped out and she quickly crawled towards 
the foot that had just shoved her so brutally. 

"Ha, ha! You see, cunt? You love it all! You sick, twisted bitch! You love 
every bit of it! I should piss on you! You would really get off on that, 
wouldn't you?" 

She panted at his feet like a stupid, lap dog. Rolling over onto her back, 
she lifted her booted ankles up to him again. This time they were pressed 
firmly against one another. 

Rick tied a fast loop knot and slipped over her right ankle. He then tied a 
tight knot around the other one. He left about twelve inches between them. 
He was going to play with Slade for awhile! 

"Now get up, bitch! Get up and walk around the room!" 

Slade scrambled to her feet and quickly stumbled back onto the floor. It was 
impossible to walk freely the way he had tied her. But she could move about 
the room if she tried very hard. She'd try! She'd try as hard as she could 
to please her master! 

She pulled herself to her feet by clutching at the corners of the cheap, 
pine dresser against the wall. She would jerk along on her black booted feet 
for a few feet and then she would fall right back down again. 

Rick laughed heartily. "What's the matter bitch? You haven't been drinking, 
have you? Get up and walk!" 

It was the way she walked that pleased and turned on Rick the most. Her 
bondage seemed to give added hardness to his prick. Her buttocks would shake 
violently as she struggled around. The fact that her legs could not move 
freely beneath her seemed to make her ass, thighs and twat more appealing 
and more vulnerable. She would gasp for air and squeal weakly every time she 
fell to the floor. But she would not relent. As many times as she fell, she 
would somehow raise herself up again. It exhausted her. 

Minutes later she stood in abject humiliation in front of her master. She 
sobbed as her head hung limply against her beautiful chest. 

"I can't do it anymore! Please don't make me do it anymore!" 

Rick looked at her. The leather at her knee caps was scuffed and dirty. He 
decided that she would do it for a little longer. He would add a cruel twist 
to heighten his pleasure. 

With two quick jerks, he pulled down the protective coverings of her boots 
from her tender knees. He stood up clasped his hand around the back of her 
neck and threw her down on her stocking knees. 

Her body shook as the sharp pain from her legs rose up and raced throughout 
her body. 

"Now get up and walk!" he ordered. He knew she wouldn't be able to. But she 
tried as well as her abused body would permit. 

But every time she fell to her knees the pain grew more intense. 

In a few short minutes, two large holes appeared in the stockings at her 
kneecaps. Her knees were swollen and bruised. She had been primed 
righteously! 

Rick looked over at the bed. Young, unconscious Elaine was beginning to 
stir. He must hurry! 

Quickly, he removed Slade's ankle bonds and lifted her to her feet. She 
would be his agent of dark fortune. 

"Where's the white negligee I told you to buy?" he raged. 

With a full freedom of movement now, Slade returned to the dresser drawer. 
She was in pain but dared not express it. She loved her discipline but 
feared her master's excesses. She walked a taut rope over awesome misery and 
ecstatic pleasure. She was going to be careful. 

Rick surveyed Elaine's resting body. Slade watched as he began to cut long 
strips of rope from the length she had given him earlier. 

"Now, bitch! Get on the bed and strip the young cunt!" 

Slade rushed to the task. The springs of the large bed strained as she moved 
about the bed. Elaine was beginning to wake up as Slade lifted her blue 
turtle neck over her long, blonde hair. Elaine's huge fleshy tits bounced. 
Rick's black stripper moved down Elaine's young body. Slade's nervous 
fingers quickly unsnapped the tight clasp at the top of her jeans. They 
clutched the top of the fabric and pulled the pants down over the teen's 
thighs. Seconds later, Elaine's large, yet perfectly proportioned body lay 
naked except for a bursting red bra and tight, red panties. 

Slade looked up at Rick for some kind of sign. 

"Finish it up, you stupid slut!" 

Slade promptly returned to her work and in less than a minute, Elaine's 
total nakedness filled the room. 

Her hair was knotted about her young, cherubic face. Her tits rested against 
each other as her soft shoulder gently pressed into the firm mattress. Her 
huge hips sloped down sharply and came to rest at the sharp center of her 
tiny waist. Her pubic hairs nestled at her crotch as if they were shy sans 
the protective covering of her panties. 

Rick exhaled deeply as he threw the cut strips of rope randomly at his black 
servant. Elaine had suddenly been the center of his thoughts and Slade hated 
her for it. 

Her hate turned into a murderous rage as she watched her master lift the red 
bandana he had used to tie her up with, from his back pocket. He dropped it 
on the bed, inches from Elaine's tiny, white feet. 

He spoke in silent, serious tones. "Alright Slade. Go to work. Do a good 
job!" 

Slade leaned over the bed. She knew what to do. Rick began to undress. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Elaine would be a sacrificial lamb for the twisted furies that heated Rick's 
thoughts. 

Slade prepared her. Slowly and methodically she lifted the top of Elaine's 
limp torso and slipped the white negligee over her arms and head. Its sheer 
fabric caressed the young girl with an elegant softness. 

Rick's black mistress spread the material evenly over the teen's flesh and 
the bed's ruffled sheets. Elaine was properly attired for bondage. 

Slade first tied the strips of rope around her wrists. The other end of 
these strips were quickly knotted around the corner posts of the bed's 
headboard. She then moved to the other side of the bed and firmly wrapped 
and tied the other two strips of rope Rick had cut, to her ankles. The ends 
of these lengths were pulled tight and tied to the two posts that rose from 
the lower portion of the bed. 

Slade hesitated when she picked up the red bandana that was to gag Elaine. 
She looked up towards Rick. She felt betrayed. Slade had come to believe in 
the total exclusivity of her strange relationship with Rick. Suddenly she 
knew it was untrue. 

She lowered her eyes and clutched the bandana. He wouldn't have her gag this 
stupid, young cunt with the cloth that had covered her mouth. 

Rick was beginning to grow impatient. He knew that the amount of chloroform 
he had used on Elaine would not be enough to keep her unconscious much 
longer. 

"Well?" he asked. "Finish!" 

Slade dismissed her feelings of rejection and wrapped the twisted red cloth 
tightly over Elaine's open lips and knotted it at the base of the girl's 
skull. 

Rick rubbed his hands together. His feast was about to begin! He looked upon 
Elaine. She was laying on her back, spread eagled on the bed. Her huge tits 
stood erect. They were like two swelling growths preaned for the pleasures 
of the male of the species. 

He looked at her hair. It covered the entire pillow on which rested her 
head. Her face was relaxed despite the growing pressures exerted by her. 
bonds. Her stomach curved seductively under the delicate, white fabric of 
the negligee. Rick's rock hard prick began to move as he observed the flesh 
slope down to the promising mysteries of her young crotch. He would fuck 
that bitch raw! 

But he'd something to do before that. Slade would be an intergral force in 
this scenario. 

Rick had noticed the growing hate on Slade's face. He knew how she felt 
about Elaine. Her detailed and provocative make-up highlighted the 
expressiveness of her ebony face. The expression of jealousy was evident to 
Rick. He knew that Slade looked upon Elaine as a dangerous threat to her own 
dark and sensual need for bondage and discipline. He knew that Slade 
secretively craved to be the one on the bed. 

He would channel her strong emotions into action. She would act out her 
hatred as a pawn in Rick's strange game. 

He smirked as he watched Slade look at the bound girl on the bed. 

"So! The bitch is hot and ready! You did a good job Slade! I must commend 
you. That will be all. Get dressed and go home." 

Slade was crushed. "Go home?" she asked patheticallly. "Why?" 

Rick jumped to his feet. "I told you something!" He grabbed Slade's cheeks 
and squeezed her face until her lips puckered out freakishly. "I also told 
you never to ask questions!" 

He shoved her against the wall. She began to sob as she slid to the floor. 

"Oh shit!" she said in sobbing anguish. "I need you! Please don't do this to 
me!" 

Rick's plan moved on. "What do you mean, bitch? I'm not doing anything to 
you!" he pointed to Elaine on the bed. 

"She's the one that's doing it! She's the one to blame." 

Rick giggled to himself. His cruel act of manipulation was working 
perfectly. He could see the hate in Slade's streaking eyes. His cock spurt a 
small clot of cum as he saw the rage growing on Slade's face. 

.'That fuckin' little slut ain't gonna take you away from me!" she spat from 
her tensed lips. Her face began to quiver as the rage in her heart invaded 
every fiber of her taut body. 

She began to rise to her feet. All she needed was a little more plodding and 
the fires raging within her would issue forth in crazed action. 

Rick had to channel it very carefully. 

He began to speak to Slade. 

"She's bound and ready for my cock, Slade! Why don't you give her a 
surprise. Why don't you get the little bitch off so I don't have to. Then 
I'll take care of you." 

The invitation was the answer to Slade's hopes and new strange needs. She 
began to move towards the bed like some strange lurking cat. Her knees were 
shining with bruises, her hair was in disarray and her make-up had been 
smeared from her tears. She was a driven bitch, hell bent for vengeance and 
her own eventual sexual gratification. At that very moment, Elaine's eyes 
flickered and opened. 

Terror struck her. Bound to a strange bed and dressed in a white negligee, 
her eyes recoiled from the sight of Slade's frenzied approach. She tried to 
scream but couldn't. She thrashed about and shook her head from side to 
side. Fear gripped her with a violent fury. 

Suddenly, she saw Mr. Cory. He stood nakedly and shouted to Slade. He seemed 
to be encouraging her. Elaine was dazed and confused. She heard Rick's 
words. They were cruel and bitter. 

"Rape the bitch! Show her what it's like. Tear her gown from her and rape 
her! Cum right in her face! Show me and her what a hot, horny, slutty cunt 
you are!" 

Slade pounced upon Elaine with the force of an animal. Rick had bent her 
young, pliable mind into that of a tortured and lust filled being. Her eyes 
were ablaze and burned with a weird intensity. 

She began to maul Elaine like a wild beast. Her long nails tore into 
Elaine's young, white flesh as she ripped the elegant negligee she wore to 
shreds. 

A series of long slaps appeared on Elaine's shoulders. Slade tore away the 
last vestiges of the lovely negligee with a growing fury. Rick laughed 
wildly throughout her fierce manifestation of lust and anger. 

"The bitch has to be gotten off, Slade! Get to it!" 

Rick's words were unnecessary. Three of Slade's gloved fingers were already 
far into Elaine's gaping pussy. She knelt at the bound girl's side and as 
she fingered her with one hand, she squeezed at her tits with the other. 

Elaine's anguished cries were muffled by the red bandana stretching tightly 
across her open mouth. But her eyes conveyed the terror in her heart. 

Elaine was far from a virgin princess. The only reason she was even there 
was because Rick had caught her fucking two boys at the same time. But this 
scene was beyond even her own horny, young imagination. 

Her eyes bulged out of their sockets. They seemed to plead with Mr. Cory for 
release from this horror. Slade's moving fingers began to heat up her body 
despite her thrashing protestations. Her huge breasts began to grow harder 
and their golden -haired nipples stood up like two, tiny penises. Her 
frightened mind was beginning to feel the calming sensualities of her young 
body. In minutes, Slade's perverse massage had stilled her terror. Elaine 
bent her knees to permit Slade's hands a more easy access to the tingling 
flesh behind her soft triangular bush. Elaine began to exhale deeply. Every 
fiber of her body seemed afixed towards the growing pleasures emanating from 
her crotch. She relaxed her arms and began to nibble at her hp. A small 
droplet of saliva dripped from the twisted bandana as she slowly closed her 
eyes and surrendered herself to the rising tides of her own amoral passion. 
Slade's once heinous fingers had become warm, pleasure providers. 

The experience had had a mellowing effect upon Slade too. Her driving 
revenge had cooled as her own desires warmed towards the kindling 
temperatures of anticipated orgasm. She took her gloves off without even 
looking towards Rick for approval. Slade wanted to feel the soft giving 
flesh of Elaine's bound body. The warm juices of Elaine's pussy began to 
flow over Slade's fingers. The flesh of Elaine's inner thighs were soft, 
warm and willing. They seemed to issue a silent invitation to whatever Slade 
had in mind. 

Rick's black harlot changed her position. She knelt between Elaine's bound 
legs and lowered both of her hands to the teen's brown, pubic hairs. Slade 
was fascinated. The body that had enraged her so had suddenly become a 
mystery offering untold but accessible pleasures. 

With one hand, Slade opened the pink, fleshy folds of Elaine's humid cunt. 
The flesh there seemed to live and breathe as a separate living thing. 
Elaine's clitoris stood hard above the swirling red skin. Slade began to 
flick it with her index finger. She could tell how much Elaine's enjoyed it. 
Her body would tense up when Slade's finger made contact with the acutely 
sensitive hard flesh. Slade's own pussy had begun to come to life as she 
watched Elaine begin to roll with the rising orgasm within her. 

Slade saw the lubricating liquids within Elaine's pussy begin to glisten in 
the motel room's light. What she saw seemed to strike at some previously 
unknown instinct within her. Slade's mouth fell open. Her tongue slipped out 
like a stalking snake. Elaine's sweet, young pussy had fascinated the now 
subdued Slade. She felt a strange new thirst within her. 

The black girl lowered her head towards Elaine's open pussy. Her tongue was 
beginning to dart from side to side. Slade closed her eyes and began to lap 
the wet pink flesh of Elaine's cunt. 

At first, Rick laughed. His laughter died away however, when he saw how 
serious Slade was about her work. He felt his prick grow even harder and 
stand fuller. It grew to greater lengths unencumbered by the restrictions of 
clothing. 

"Eat the little bitch out!" he ordered. 

Slade was now doing much more than lapping at Elaine's sweet pussy. Her head 
bobbed up and down as her hot tongue reached further and further into the 
dark recesses of Elaine's orifice. Rick heard a slurping sound as Elaine's 
bound body twisted in its ecstatic, but bound state. When Slade's head was 
not bobbing up and down, it was grinding into the young, white, girl's twat 
with a hungry force. It was if Slade wanted some secret treasure lodged deep 
with Elaine's twat. 

Rick felt his prick begin to throb as he watched the scene. Slade's 
perfectly proportioned ass stood high above the bed. Her tight panties 
stretched across her lean, yet curvaceous flesh. Her ass seemed to move from 
side to side as she at out the bound girl's cunt. Slade's fish net stockings 
and garter belt added sharply to the utter femininity of her young form. 
Rick watched as Slade pulled the tight, laced fabric to the side and began 
to massage her own pussy. Sweet Slade was masturbating as she sucked at 
Elaine's now grinding pussy. 

Slade's sweet ass began to move in a sensual harmony with her head. It was 
if her whole body was an instrument of her inner desires. Sex seemed to fill 
her with a heightened awareness of the soaring pleasures offered by the 
human body. Rick moved closer to her heated, alluringly clad body. 

At that moment, Slade was beyond the command of Mr. Cory. Her burst of 
independence got him hotter than he already was. He also had never before 
seen a lesbian scene. His pornography collection contained dozens of 
pictures dealing with such a theme, but the actual experience of seeing one 
turned him on infinitely more than the photographs. 

"Suck her hole, Slade!" His eyes burned with lust as he spoke. 

The slurping noises coming from Elaine's churning crotch fed the flame. 
"Stick your tongue in her as far as you can and suck her cum juice right 
out. Slurp it up bitch! It's a hot meal for a hungry slut!" 

Elaine was beginning to take quicker and shorter breaths. Her climax was at 
hand. Slade's tongue was making sure of it. 

Rick wanted to become intimately involved with the proceedings. He moved his 
thin, muscular body closer to Slade. Her haunches stood high as her head was 
buried in the moist twat of the bound teen. He looked at the fine crack 
centering her luscious hind quarters. With a flowing swing of his arm he 
lowered it to the top, elastic ring of her tight panties and tore them 
completely away. Her black ass promised his rock hard prick a sexual 
sanctuary from the torturous cravings of his sexuality. 

He rested his left hand on the small of her back. The garter belt had held 
firmly to her tiny waist. He slid his fingers under it. With his index 
finger of his right hand he slowly stuck it into Slade's delectable ass. 

"Oh!" she squealed between her slurpings. Her body jerked suddenly but soon 
relaxed. She had entertained this anal intruder before. His probing finger 
started the orgasm within her. It would be only a few short seconds before 
the frustration would find fulfillment in a spray of hot cum juice. 

Rick felt her buttocks begin to relax. His finger roamed her inner chamber 
at will. His left hand left her back and close on the thickest portion of 
his starving prick. He moved it towards her grinding asshole. 

As he removed his finger from her hole and nestled the tip of his prick 
there, Slade stopped. The cum juices hung from her mouth like a sticky 
broth. Elaine's young twat rested in thin air. Slade froze. Her face tensed 
and she gritted her teeth. She knew what was about to be done to her. It was 
what she wanted and needed but the initial pain was awesome. Her short wait 
seemed like an eternity. 

"Ahhhhhhhh!" she screamed as Rick brutally rammed the full nine-inch length 
of his thick prick into her asshole. Slade's face fell upon Elaine's 
stomach. Large tears rolled from her slammed shut eyes. The pain was 
agonizing. 

"Ughhhhh!" she moaned with a guttural cry reminiscent of a mortally wounded 
animal. Her tongue hung limply from her mouth and a thin strip of saliva 
dribbled from its corner onto Elaine's young, firm stomach. Mr. Cory's flesh 
sword had slain her again! 

"What's the matter, bitch? Is it too much for you? Come on, now! You have 
had it before!" He squeezed the sides of her quivering buttocks with his 
outstretched hands. He pumped his prick into her with a gut crushing force. 
The entire length of it would disappear between her searing buttocks and 
then reappear to prepare for the next assaultive hump. He drilled her rectum 
hard. His prick plunged into her greater and greater distances with every 
succeeding thrust. Rick's thighs and buttocks tensed at the second before he 
slammed into her. After he had rammed his full length into her, he would 
rest his body and enjoy the hot pleasures of her anal walls. They stretched 
open to receive the fierce fucking machine and obsequiously massaged the 
thing's purple-veined sides. Rick's swelling balls slapped against Slade's 
wet cunt. The sensitive pussy flesh gave Rick an added thrill. The moist 
cunt soaked Rick's balls in docile pleasure giving. 

Slade had ceased crying out. The intense pain had muted her. Her body 
appeared to be in a state of shock. The invading prick could be felt 
throughout her sweating body. She was frozen in pain. 

Rick lusted to hurt the vanquished black girl. Every morsel of pain she 
experienced heightened his own enjoyment. Yet the thought of resisting her 
master never entered her mind. She was a flesh tool being used properly. The 
pain reached a crescendo. She could not tolerate it for another second. 

Suddenly, her body went limp. She relaxed her full weight onto Elaine's 
bound torso. Her head rested next to Elaine's still grinding twat. The only 
movement she made came from the locomotive power of Rick's fierce humpings. 
The worst was over. 

Rick's relentless prick had broken through the pain barrier. Slade now began 
to feel a strange, dark pleasure rise up from the depths of her anus. His 
prick seemed to massage her insides with a reassuring strength. She had been 
revived. 

Slade lifted herself off Elaine and put her hands on each of her own lovely 
buttocks. She spread them apart to make Rick's cruel plungings easier and 
more effective. She began to grind her sweet ass onto his thumping rod. He 
was ass fucking her righteously and she loved it! 

"That's right bitch! Open up your cheeks! Spread your ass! Open up your hole 
for my dick!" Rick felt strong and virile. He was the master. 

Waves of pleasure flooded Slade. She puckered her lips as the steel hard 
prick now dispensed the pain edged pleasure she had come to crave. She was 
in ecstasy. 

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned in servile delight. "Ass-fuck me harder. 
Pleeeeaaaassssseeeee." 

Slade was happy. Mr. Cory would always give her the pleasures she wanted. 
But she also understood that she often needed to be disciplined. Mr. Cory 
was so good to her. She loved the harsh, yet loving, structure he gave to 
her confused life. 

To show her gratitude and simultaneously increase her sexual pleasue she 
resumed her pussy lappings of bound Elaine. The bound teen groaned in 
renewed pleasure. She had been grinding her hot bush at thin air for the 
last three minutes. Slade had been rendered to a mere flesh ball serving a 
man's ramming cock. But now she came alive again. 

Elaine pulled on her bounds. She wished she could force Slade's head right 
up her hole. She wished Slade's tongue was ten inches long. She wanted to be 
fucked too! Her body was wrecked by the fever of imminent orgasm. She began 
to thrash about on the bed as Slade slurped on and on. She had to get this 
hot fever out of her! It was driving her crazy! 

Slade and Rick were sharing in her fever. The three of them were driven by 
oncoming orgasm. Elaine exhaled deeply and issued muffled groans of 
frustrated pleasure. Her young cunt was bouncing off the bed. She seemed 
possessed by an invisible demon. Her eyes bulged out of their sockets. She 
stared blankly at the ceiling as her orgasm approached. 

Slade pulled her ass cheeks further and further apart. Rick's rock hard 
prick gave her the most searing pleasure she had ever before experienced. 
She began to meet his merciless humps with humps of her own. Their flesh 
slapped together as if it were two cars hell bent on a head-on collision. 
Her ass hole was soaked with juice. Rick's prick encountered no resistance. 
Slade's flesh had joined the forces of his invading spearhead. The tip of 
his prick banged against her inner organs. Her own orgasm was being beaten 
from her twat by the fierce assaults of the nine inch prick shoved into her 
ass hole! 

Rick clenched his teeth. His balls had swollen up to an incredible size. He 
felt a sharp tingling throughout his body. His sensitized prick flesh sent 
pleasure sensations throughout his entire body. Every muscle in his standing 
frame geared themselves towards adding power to his ram-rod cock. His face 
contorted as he fucked her hole. His balls began to release the hot cum 
sauce into the throbbing tube at the center of his prick. The steaming scum 
was about to burst forth into the hot darkness of Slade's gaping ass hole. 
The sticky semen would make his dark victory complete. 

Slade sucked on Elaine's clitoris. Elaine lifted her twat from the bed. Rick 
gave his most powerful hump. 

In sexual unison, the three of them moaned. "Ahhhhh!" It was a triple 
climax! 

Elaine sputtered hot saliva over the red bandana stretched across her mouth. 
Her cum juice showered from her hot, wet pussy right onto Slade's lapping 
tongue, mouth and face. Its sticky substance joined the saliva dripping from 
the sides of Slade's working mouth. 

Slade's cum gushed forth from her empty cunt hole. It flowed aimlessly onto 
the bed forming a hot, steaming pool beneath her sweating, grinding body. 

Rick's stance faltered. The hot cum blasting from his piss slit overwhelmed 
him. Saliva dribbled from his mouth onto the binding garter belt Slade wore. 
His body shook from the force of his blasting balls. Each blast of cum 
lifted Slade from the bed. It raged into her with a hellish fury. It seemed 
intent to raze her very spirit! 

His body began to sag onto Slade's back. His prick shot on and on in 
exhausting blasts of white, burning cum. Despite his growing fatigue, Rick 
managed to continue his humpings. His pleasure had reached its zenith. His 
cum took his frustrations from him. What he got in return was the most 
powerful climax he had ever experienced in his young life. He collapsed on 
top of Slade. The force of his weight and his thick prick tore the last 
portion of her orgasm from her. Elaine's cum sauce began to dribble onto 
Slade's throat. 

Their sexuality had been squeezed from each of them by their communal 
efforts. Each of them breathed a sigh of relief and bathed in the complete 
calm of afterglow. They were tired. Their bodies were spent. Like three 
children at the end of a hard day of play they slipped into sleep. Nature's 
sweet nurse coddled the three of them in her protective arms. The room 
became completely silent. 

Rick was the first to wake. He pulled his limp prick from Slade's sticky 
asshole and stood up. He walked to the room's dresser and lifted his watch 
from a pile of change. 

"Nine o'clock." he whispered. He was surprised. The three of them had slept 
undisturbed for an hour and a half. Rick went into the bathroom and washed 
off his cock. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. His face was inches 
from the glass. He inspected the skin around his eyes carefully. Lately, he 
had begun to notice the small lines of crow's feet there. He knew that he 
was starting to get old. His sex life was the most important thing in his 
life. He had to get all he could before his cock began to lose its youthful 
hardness. He returned to the room and sat down. 

Elaine slept soundly on the bed. Slade did too. The black girl was snuggled 
up near Elaine's open crotch. One of her legs dangled over the edge of the 
bed. The rope Rick had tied to her ankles before hung from it like a noose. 
It reminded Rick of something. 

Quickly, he jumped to his feet. He turned to the dresser. Its drawers opened 
easily. They were all empty. Except for one. Rick stopped cold when he found 
what he was looking for. Slade had followed the instructions he had given 
her the night before very well! A macabre smile broke on his lips as he 
lifted the black whip from the drawer. The next act of his psychodrama was 
about to begin! 

As he moved towards the bed, he lifted the ugly black thing above his head. 
With a resounding, stinging sound he swung it down and across Slade's naked 
buttocks. 

She woke with a bizarre jerking movement as the sharp pain of the lash 
seared to her brain. 

"Ahhhhh! What are you doing! Ohhhh!" She was as frightened as she was hurt. 

Rick became the evil judge. "You resisted me before, bitch! You held your 
ass cheeks open to my prick, but in your mind you were fighting me! I could 
tell! Confess!" 

As he screamed at her he swung the black whip down at her again. This time 
the sting lash caught her on her naked thighs. 

"No! I didn't resist you! I couldn't resist you! I ... I love you!" Slade 
cried in her misery. She couldn't understand what was happening to her. She 
would do anything to make him stop. Anything! 

Rick screamed at her again. "Confess! Confess!" 

Slade began to speak in anguished, pathetic tones. "It's true. I only wanted 
to get myself off. I did resist you. In my mind I fought against your prick. 
I wasn't completely obedient. I confess." 

Rick stopped his beating. Slade had confessed. Now she had to be 
ritualistically punished for her disgusting crime. 

Rick sat down calmly. "Good. Now you must be punished. The punishment shall 
fit the crime. Get up and face the door. Place your arms against it, spread 
your legs and bend down. You will accept your punishment in complete 
silence. If you cry out I will have to continue. You do understand?" 

Slade had accepted her sentence. Her head hung limply on her heaving chest. 
She looked at the marks the whip had left on her thighs. She felt a greater 
pain from her hind quarters. She could only imagine the welt marks there. 

Without the least bit of resistance she rose to her feet and walked to the 
door. She assumed the position her master had instructed her to assume and 
prepared herself for punishment. She greatly feared that she would cry out. 
The pain would be the most severe she had ever before experienced. 

As Rick approached her panting body he spoke to her. "If you can tell me 
just how evil, disgusting and perverse you really are, I might spare you a 
portion of your sentence." 

That was all he said. The next sound that could be heard in the room was the 
black leather of his whip crashing against he quivering, reddening flesh of 
Slade's firm buttocks. 

Each time his fearsome weapon made contact she crumbled. Somehow she managed 
to pull herself up to accept the full force of the next blow. Between each 
lash, she spoke. 

"I am guilty of everything! I am a disgusting whore! I'll fuck anything or 
anyone! I'll suck the foulest prick and the foulest cunt! I'm a filthy, 
fucking slut!" 

"That's right, wench!" Rick yelled as he swung his whip high over his head. 
"That's so fucking right!" 

Elaine had woke with the first sound of the whip. She couldn't believe her 
eyes. There stood her most feared teacher. He was naked and was whipping a 
strangely dressed black girl that had eaten her out only a short time ago. 

What was more unbelievable was the way she accepted her beating. Slade 
looked like she was enjoying it! 

Elaine was absolutely right. Slade knew that her "confession" might lessen 
her beloved abuse, so she had stopped talking. The only sounds she made came 
when Rick's blurring whip made contact with her now beet-red ass. Slade's 
long, thin, pained nails scratched the pastel paint from the motel room's 
door as the beating she received brought her reluctantly to the floor. It 
was there that she began to masturbate with a strange ferosity. 

Rick had beaten her senseless. The only thing that she wanted was another 
orgasm. Her cunt had grown hotter and hotter as the flesh under her master's 
lash got redder and redder. Slade began to writhe around the floor. One of 
her hands pulled hard on her cunt bone, while the other rammed at her cunt. 

Elaine watched in disbelief as Slade made a fist and rammed it into her own 
cunt. It seemed like a strange trick of black magic when Slade's fist 
disappeared completely into her own cunt hole. 

Rick began to laugh wildly. "Look at this disgusting bitch, Miss Carter. She 
has gone berserk! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!" 

The laughter echoed in Elaine's tortured brain. It was all so horrible. Was 
there no way out? She pulled at her bonds. They held her tight on the bed. 
She tried to scream but the red bandana stretched across her open mouth 
stifled her. Slade began to make strange animal noises. She rolled around 
the floor of the room like an errant, little beast. Rick laughed on and on. 
It was more than the seventeen-year-old girl could stand. She passed out. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

When Elaine awoke, she was sitting in the passenger seat of her science 
teacher's Volvo. Her body had lurched to one side as Rick pulled the car 
from the highway and sped into Endover. For a few seconds, she pretended to 
be still asleep. Her young mind reviewed the events of the evening. 

She remembered meeting her driver hours earlier in the school's parking lot. 
The next thing she recalled was waking up bound to a strange bed and being 
attacked by a weirdly dressed black girl while Mr. Cory screamed 
obscenities. Then she remembered how wonderful she felt as the same black 
girl ate out her young cunt. The final thing she recalled was violently 
pulling on her bonds as her lesbo lover was being beaten with an ugly 
looking bullwhip. It was all so strange and horrible. Was it a nightmare? 
Did any of it happen at all? 

"We are almost here, Miss Carter," Rick said when he realized that his 
confused student had finally woken up. He would cover his tracks well! 

"I don't know what happened to you, Miss Carter. We were driving along and 
you suddenly passed out. You seemed so relaxed and happy as you slept that I 
just parked for awhile and watched you. You are a beautiful young woman. Do 
you know that?" 

"What?" Elaine said dazedly. Had everything been just a dream? Was she going 
insane? Did any of it have to do with the experiment Mr. Cory had her become 
involved in? 

Little did Elaine know what had happened after she passed out. Rick had 
continued his beating of Slade even as she masturbated herself on the floor. 
He tired of this quickly, then rammed the handle of the whip up Slade's 
swollen and bleeding asshole and jacked himself off as he ordered her to 
crawl around the room's floor. She had looked like a dog with a strange, 
limp tail. Dear Mr. Cory was a sadistic bastard! 

When he finally came he concluded the evening's activities. Slade was 
instructed to dress and go to his car. She returned with a small canister of 
chloroform, wet a washcloth with the chemical and applied it to Elaine's 
unconscious face. This would insure Rick against Elaine waking up and being 
able to recognize any of the surroundings at some future date. He had then 
instructed her to dress Elaine and help him get her into his car. All of 
this went on as the unconscious teen was under the strong influence of the 
chemical. 

Rick knew how confused she was. It had been far from an ordinary Saturday 
night! He knew that he could manipulate Elaine into thinking that what had 
happened may not have happened at all! 

"We weren't able to perform the experiment together, Miss Carter. But don't 
worry. Next weekend will give us another opportunity. Just be sure that you 
make the same arrangements with your family that you did tonight. I wouldn't 
want them to get suspicious of anything." 

Rick wanted to be sure that Elaine wouldn't question him too much. She had 
to be kept docile and pliable. A small reminder of how he had gotten her to 
accompany him that evening would accomplish the desired effect. 

"If your parents ever got wind of you and me, Miss Carter they might 
eventually find out about what you and your two 'boyfriends' were doing up 
in the Lab last night." 

A cruel smile broke on his lips as his eyes remained afixed to the road. 
"And we wouldn't want that, would we?" 

Elaine was easy to manage. "Oh, no sir! Next weekend will be fine, Mr. Cory. 
I'll be where you want me!" 

Rick grinned. "You'll be where I want you alright!" 

For the rest of the ride Elaine rested against the door of the passenger 
seat. She felt numb. Whatever had happened to her that evening had left her 
physically and emotionally exhausted. A growing indifference to the whole 
confusing night was growing in her. She looked towards Mr. Cory. He seemed 
very relaxed and calm as he cruised through the town's darkened streets. 
Every few seconds the glaring streetlight would shoot darting streams of 
yellowish light into the quiet car. It was then that she could see her 
science teacher's macabre smile. He looked positively satanic. It sent a 
shiver through her. But strangely enough, she was no longer afraid. The way 
she had met her teacher that night, the way he looked, and the events she 
wasn't even sure had occurred, infatuated her. She felt like a 
co-conspirator in some devious scheme. It had all become quite exciting. 
There were so many unanswered questions. 

"What did you do to me tonight?" she suddenly asked. It was the kind of 
direct question that Mr. Cory could only interpret as impudent. Miss Carter 
would never ask questions in that manner in class. 

"My dear," replied Rick with supreme confidence. "I already told you what 
happened." 

Slick Rick could turn the tables on his students with a casual ease. "Don't 
you get enough sleep at night? Passing out like that. Are you on anything?" 

The question rattled Elaine. From time to time she would take pills that 
would get her high. Her friends called them "goofballs." 

"No sir! I would never do that! I consider my body a tabernacle!" 

She could be so righteous when she lied. 

Rick was growing more and more formal in his speech and manner. He was not 
far from the place he had picked his horny little student up. Being close to 
the physical plant of Endover High School always did that to Rick. 

Perhaps it was insecurity. He preferred to think of it as "professionalism." 
His principal certainly did. 

The evening had come to an end. Rick summed it up with the clarity of one of 
his lessons. 

"Very good then, Miss Carter. You will meet me here next Saturday night at 
the same time. You will make the appropriate arrangements with your parents 
and you will wear the same outfit you had on at the dance last night. We 
will conduct our experiment at that time. It goes without saying that all of 
this will be confidential." 

Rick swung his car into the large, empty parking lot and drove around to the 
back of the building. He stopped the car and shifted into neutral. With the 
flick of a switch on the dashboard a small light went on above them. Elaine 
began to collect her bag and open the car door. 

Rick looked at her seductively. He hadn't even touched her yet. Slade had 
managed to bear the brunt of his brutal affections that evening. But next 
week would be a different story. He would ravish the young, full bodied 
girl. 

"Good evening, Miss Carter. We will meet next week." 

Elaine kept her head down as she opened the door and stepped out into the 
chilly night air. "Good night, Mr. Cory," she said respectfully. 

The car abruptly sped off and Elaine stood there and watched it until it 
disappeared around the corner of the building. She began her walk home. 

As she walked through the quiet, residential neighborhood surrounding 
Endover High, she casually slapped at the long, dark lengths of chest shrubs 
that -lined the front yards of most of the tidy, little one family houses. 
She was able to see the sky clearly at each corner. There were too many 
trees standing above her as she walked along. They blocked the moonlight and 
rustled with the night breeze. 

The closer she got to her own house, the faster she walked. When she finally 
reached it she bounded up the steps softly. She slipped her dull, yellow key 
into the front door's lock and entered the still house. Elaine was able to 
move about noiselessly when she wanted to but as a measure of further 
protection from detection she slipped off her shoes before going up the long 
staircase in the center hall. When she finally got into her room safely, she 
closed its door and flopped down on the bed. She began to stare at the 
flecks of sandpaint that had been applied to the room's ceiling the previous 
summer. The smell of paint had only recently gone away. It used to keep her 
up at night. But she had something else that could and would keep her up on 
that particular night. 

It was already nearing two o'clock in the morning. But Elaine was not tired. 
She needed to rest but not to sleep. She began to count the millions of tiny 
dots of sand that were afixed to the ceiling. There were so many of them. 
Her lovely blue eyes began to flicker. As they closed, she fell off into a 
light sleep. 

But minutes later, she woke with a start. She had something to do but she 
wasn't exactly sure what it was. She was still fully clothed. She ran her 
hands through her long blonde hair as she walked into the room's joining 
bathroom. Elaine was still not sure what had happened that night was not a 
dream. 

She lifted her turtleneck sweater up over her shoulders and pulled its cling 
arms from her wrists. It was then she was sure. . 

The skin of her slender wrists had deep red marks in them. 

"The rope!" she whispered to herself. "I was tied up!" 

She stripped herself naked in less than ten seconds and looked into the 
bathroom mirror. Her soft, creamy shoulders each had four thin scratch 
marks. Each of her breasts were black and blue. Elaine bit her lip as she 
gazed on the evidence affirming her suspisions. 

"Slade! She did this! Then she...." Elaine's words broke off as she began to 
feel a soft, warm sensation deep in her crotch. 

Elaine returned to the bedroom and opened her closet door. On its inside 
hung a full length mirror. The sumptuous teen looked upon her young body. 
She could see the red marks on her wrists and ankles. Her breasts had begun 
to heave as her imagination began to fire up. Something about their black 
and blue condition excited her. She placed her hands below them and raised 
them still higher than her youth already carried them. The thought of what 
had happened to her thrilled her. She had been fucking for some time, but 
she had never been involved in this kind of a scene. 

Suddenly her eyes caught something in the mirror. A small, folded up piece 
of paper rested in the middle of one of her bra's huge cups. She whirled 
around and fell to the floor. Feverishly, she opened the wrinkled paper. Her 
mouth opened and she brought one of her elegant hands up to it. She looked 
down on some hurried scribbling. 

It read," Slade (614) 731-3964." 

Elaine felt a hot charge of sensuality rush through her body. She tingled 
with the thought of what could happen if she called the number. Her young 
pussy had so much loved the hot tongue Slade gave to it. The thought of a 
secret affair with a strange black girl, years older than her, gripped her 
with desire. 

She had to hide the number. I was a ticket to forbidden pleasure. It had to 
be beyond the reach of everyone in the house. Her eyes darted around the 
room. 

"Where can I...." An idea struck her. She pulled out the small paint stained 
footstool she kept in her closet. By standing on it she had access to the 
top shelf of the large closet. Her young firm buttocks flexed firmly 
together as she stood on the tips of her toes. She was straining for an old 
cardboard box she kept up there. 

When she finally got it down, she sat on the stool and opened it slowly. 
Within it was a small box and her ten inch dildo. She had no intentions of 
using it that night, however. She opened the box and laid Slade's number on 
its black felt bottom. 

Elaine immediately stood back on the small stool and laid the shoebox back 
down into its former position. Before her fingers left it she looked upon 
her wrists. The red skin from where she had bound suddenly reminded her of 
something. The skin was red and soft. It brought back an image of Slade's 
hot, darting tongue. Elaine felt her legs begin to open involuntarily. She 
longed for Slade's pussy lapping tongue. It felt so good. It was wonderful! 

Elaine didn't let go of the box. Instead, she took it down again and lifted 
out the dildo. It would be able to give her the pleasures she suddenly 
craved, but could not get. It would be a secret, surrogate lover. 

Firmly clutching the thick middle of the thing, she turned off the room 
lights and got into bed. The folds of her sweet, young pussy open hungrily 
as she nestled the dildo at its entrance. Her inner canal had already been 
lubricated by the lush sexual images her vibrant imagination had conjured 
up. 

Within seconds, the full ten inches of the hard rubber thing was traveling 
in and out of her open, moist cunt. Elaine held the rubber lover by its rock 
hard balls as she worked it into herself. The darkened room began to fill 
with the sounds of rustling sheets and soft groans. She could see Slade 
sucking on her cunt. She loved the way the black girl had been dressed. She 
had seemed so sure of herself and what she had wanted. 

Elaine began to pound on the bed as her orgasm began to burst. She thrashed 
about wildly in thoughts of her bound body being ravished by another woman. 
There was no thought of Mr. Cory in her mind. She could only think of 
Slade's head bobbing up and down on her twat. The juices began to flow from 
her moist, humid hole. Her secret lover had gotten her off. But it was only 
a thing, a rubber toy. She wanted the object of her of her fantasies. She 
wanted Slade! 

As Elaine found temporary relief from her strange new craving she pulled the 
dildo from her young pussy and gently placed it under her pillow. She began 
to count again before she fell off to sleep. But this time it was not the 
tiny flecks of sand on the ceiling. This time she was whispering a certain 
set of numbers over and over again. 

"731-3964, 731-3964, 731-3964." 

Not far from where she lay, Rick Cory was also counting something. 

"Seven days until I have that little bitch! Seven days until I tie her up 
and fuck her up better than any of those young punks could! Seven days, 
Seven days." 

As Rick fell off to sleep, he thought of Elaine's gorgeous body. He had been 
fascinated by the size of her tits. He wanted to stick his prick between 
them and whack off. He wanted to tit fuck her with an angry passion. 

"One more week in school until I have her! One more! Seven days." 

Fifty miles south, Slade lay awake in her bed. Her long, elegantly fingered 
hands were clasped behind her head. She stared at the ceiling too. She was 
able to see it every few minutes. The bright lights from the cars that 
passed along Barton's narrow main street directly below her small, 
depressing studio provided her with enough light. 

"I wonder if she got my number?" she whispered to herself. "I wonder if she 
will call? Will she find me repulsive? Her cunt was so sweet! So sweet! So 
sweet!" 

The three of them sensed that the upcoming days would be very significant to 
their lives. Despite this, they all carried out the chores within their 
separate lives with characteristic intensity. 

Slade knuckled under to Nurse Fulcher, even though the matronly older woman 
relentlessly called her "Miss" instead of "Nurse." Elaine maintained her 
facade of naive virginity though every boy in the school knew she could fuck 
her brains out when she felt horny and Rick portrayed Mr. Cory with a 
vengeance. Each day in class would provide him with a different whipping 
post. The intimidation level in his classroom was beginning to go beyond 
reason. A few of the less stout hearted girls would feel sick right before 
they came to his class. He was like a dictator in his room. A look became a 
withering stare and a firm word, a crushing humiliation. 

Elaine managed to keep a low profile in his room. For some reason, unknown 
to her classmates, Mr. Cory did not recognize her. It was an enviable 
position to be in. The pressure could become unbearable sometimes. But 
Elaine just kept her head down and wrote every word Mr. Cory said. For the 
first time in the young school year, Elaine was prepared for his class 
everyday that week. It added to her personal feeling of security. If she was 
called on (perish the thought) she could fend off any dark psychic attacks 
by providing dear Mr. Cory the right answer. That was the only thing that 
could thwart him. 

The week came to a head on Thursday night. For the first time that week, 
Slade had been able to get the thought of sweet, young Elaine out of her 
mind. She sat at the old, wooden desk her mother had given her and reviewed 
one of the text books she had used in nursing school. She had been 
completely absorbed in her reading when the phone rang. It was about ten 
o'clock. Slade seldom got phone calls. She thrilled at the idea of it being 
Elaine. 

"Hello?" she said hopefully. 

The voice at the other end of the connection sounded timid and weak. 

"Hello. This is ... Elaine ... Elaine Carter. I was with you ... I mean I 
spent some...." 

Slade felt a hot glow come alive in her body. She could sense the need for 
direction in Elaine. 

"Oh, yes. Hello Elaine! How are you? It's great to talk to you. Thank you 
for calling me. 

Elaine suddenly became standoffish. She could sense that a mild turnoff 
could not stop Slade. 

"I found your number and I wondered what it was you wanted," Elaine said 
matter of factly. 

"Well, we met under unusual circumstances last week. I thought maybe we 
could get together and get to know one another. Would you like that?" 

Elaine was being courted by a woman. The very idea of it thrilled her young 
body. It was becoming harder and harder for her to speak. Her chest heaved 
and her crotch tingled as she spoke. 

"Uh, okay. That would be nice. Where can I...." 

"Well," Slade broke in again. "If you are not doing anything tomorrow night, 
maybe you could come over here." 

"But I don't know where you live. I don't even know you hardly. I don't have 
a car. How could I get there? Where is it anyway?" 

Slade sensed just how young sweet Elaine really was. It got her hotter for 
the teen than she already was. 

"Don't worry about anything, dear. You are from Endover, aren't you?" she 
asked. 

"Yes," she responded anxiously. She would follow these coming instructions 
to the letter. 

"Good," Slade replied. 'Then you must know where the First National Bank 
building is on Windsor Street." 

"Yes," Elaine answered. 

"Okay," Slade replied. She hesitated for a second. Finally, she spoke. "You 
could meet me behind it in the parking lot around seven o'clock tomorrow 
night, if you would like." 

"Okay," the young, white girl answered. 'That would be a good place." 

Already their meeting had become a clandestine enterprise. Elaine began to 
feel the curling, golden hairs of her pussy wet with the lubricating fluid 
leaking from her young, eager bush. 

"Good!" Slade replied. "I'll see you then. Goodnight Elaine." 

"Goodnight, Slade," Elaine finally responded. She missed the older girl 
already. 

The moment Elaine hung up the receiver, she went to the large, full length 
mirror hanging from the inside of her closet door. She posed there for a few 
minutes hoping that Slade would find her attractive. She wanted to please 
the older woman. Her young breasts were bursting from her chest and 
straining the material of her colorful, trim blouse. She felt her mouth 
water at the thought of maybe doing to Slade what she had done to her. 

"Eat her out?" she whispered as if she was posing the question to the image 
that stared back at her from the reflecting glass. 

Slade, however, had no time to fantisize on the possibilities of what could 
happen the next night. The instant she put down the receiver, her phone rang 
again. This time it was Rick! 

"Hello, Slade," he said. There was no need to identify himself. 

Immediately, Slade began to feel guilty. She had done something wrong by 
setting up the secret rendevous with Elaine. 

"This Saturday night," Mr. Cory said. 'The same time and place. Also. Bring 
the exact same stuff you brought last week. Some of it you can probably use 
over but go out and by the rest of it if you have to. Be in the room waiting 
for my knock." 

He then hung up. There was no mention of whether or not he intended on 
bringing Elaine. Elaine herself hadn't even told her if she was going to be 
with Rick on the coming Saturday night. It was a weekend that would be a 
turning point in all of their lives. 

Slade placed the receiver down slowly. She stood up and went over to her 
bed. The mattress was lumpy, but she had gotten used to it. She clasped her 
hands behind her head as it rested on the pillow. Her eyes were wide open 
and they stared at the ceiling's tiny flecks of paint. 

At seven o'clock on the following night, she was at the appointed place 
waiting for Elaine. Slade's heart began to thump in her chest when she saw 
Elaine appear in the parking lot. Not two weeks earlier from that night, the 
sun was still shining. But now the Fall was upon Endover and it was dark. It 
was kind of sad. But Slade was only grateful. The darkness provided her with 
a protective covering. Her secret affair had begun. It was even more secret 
than her meetings with Rick. No one could know about this. 

Slade pushed open the old Volkswagon's door. Elaine bounced into the car 
with a youthful step. She was excited as hell! 

"Hi," Slade said smiling. As her sharp eyes stared upon Elaine's lovely 
body, she put the car into gear. They were off. 

The air within the bouncing car was heavy with unanswered questions. Neither 
of them wanted to talk about the previous Saturday night and the reasans 
that had brought them together. What was important at that moment was that 
they were together. 

Elaine came very close to starting a number of conversations as the car 
moved South. But right before she spoke, she always decided that it would be 
better if she just sat tight and kept her mouth shut. 

Slade felt a tinge of shame. Elaine had seen her at one of her worst 
moments. She had loved the beating Rick had given her. But that side of her 
personality was often too painful for even her to face. Here was this young 
girl who had actually seen it. 

"Where do you live?" Elaine finally said. She had sat silently in the car 
for a half hour. It was becoming embarrassing. 

"Not too far," Slade replied. That was all she said until she parked the old 
Volkswagon in front of the Antique store above which she lived. 

Elaine was used to much more affluent surroundings. 

"You live here?" she asked quizzically. 

Slade's long black finger pointed straight up. "Not here. Up there." 

The black girl got out of the car and walked to the small doorway that 
divided the antique store from the druggist. The door was open and she 
turned and smiled at Elaine who obediently followed behind. 

After they had walked up two flights, the two women stood panting outside of 
Slade's small apartment. 

After she found her key from among the several on her keychain she forced it 
into the door and pushed it open. As she did so she said ironically, "It's 
not much. But, it's home!" 

Elaine recoiled at the sight of the inside of Slade's apartment. She looked 
to be really poor. 

"You're a nurse, aren't you!" Elaine said excitedly as she spotted Slade's 
'whites' hanging carelessly from a small peg on the paneled wall. 

"Sure am!" Slade replied. "Can I get you something to drink?" 

"Eh, okay," said Elaine. The small studio intrigued her. She herself wanted 
to be a nurse. Did they all live so poorly? 

"Here you go!" Slade said happily, as she handed Elaine a large thick glass 
filled with deep red wine. 

Elaine took a long gulp. Slade laughed affectionately when she saw the 
large, red ring the wine left around Elaine's perfectly formed mouth. 

Slade sipped her glass, gently placed it on the small, wooden table beside 
her bed and sat down. She patted the mattress beside her as she spoke to 
Elaine. 

"Come. Come over here and sit down! Come on. 

Elaine stepped over towards the bed and shyly sat down next to Slade. 

The next moment, Elaine felt Slade's long arm drape itself across her back 
and shoulder. 

Slade's words became more serious and urgent. "I gave you my number because 
you excite me. You have a beautiful body. So soft and warm." 

Slade began to curve her own body over and onto Elaine. At the same moment, 
she gently pushed the younger girl down onto the bed. 

Seconds later, Slade's open mouth and lips pressed firmly against Elaine. 
They met no resistance. Elaine's body was filled with flashing bolts of a 
new and strange pleasure. Slade's tongue met hers and fondled it not unlike 
the way it had fondled her soft, red cunt flesh the previous week. 

Elaine felt Slade's hands squeeze her hardening tits. The touch of the older 
black woman made her young pussy churn in heightening hunger. 

The two women began to thrash about on the bed. They struggled and tore at 
each other until they settled into each other's body under the protective 
warmth of the bed's soft sheets. 

Slade lapped at Elaine's gaping cunt until the young girl sprayed her 
orgasmic juices into Slade's grateful face. Elaine writhed in pleasure on 
the bed. Slade's tongue was like the largest prick she had ever had. She was 
in ecstasy. Moments after Elaine came, Slade knelt above her lover's open 
mouth and lowered her hot, wet twat into her wiggling tongue. Slade's face 
tightened as Elaine lapped upon her hungry hole. In seconds, Slade was 
grinding her pussy right into Elaine's face. When her orgasm arrived her 
body wilted and fell forward. At the moment of her orgasm's hottest point 
she rammed four of her fingers into Elaine's grinding pussy. 

Between heated slurps upon Slade's spraying pussy, Elaine managed to 
whisper, "Do to me what you did to yourself, last week! Your hand! Your 
fist!" 

Slade understood instantly. She removed her four fingers from the wet 
vaginal opening of her young lover and clasped her long fingers into a fist. 
With a torrid ferocity, she plunged the fist right into Elaine's gaping 
hole. 

"Ahhhhhh!" the young girl screamed, as her body lifted a full twelve inches 
off the bed. "It's like the biggest prick in the world! It's strong and 
thick!" 

Slade clenched her teeth as she slowly forced her fist into Elaine's pained 
hole. When it disappeared, she moved it still further into the writhing 
girl's twat, until only her wrist was visible. 

Elaine's body shuddered. She was wrecked by the pain of Slade's fucking fist 
and the strange waves of pleasure it provided. It was a strange sensation. 
Despite the agony of it all, she loved it. 

Slade felt the insides of Elaine's young hole relax and gave as she began to 
pump her fist in and out of the opening. 

"I'll fist fuck you righteously, bitch!" 

As Slade continued her perverse act, she felt Elaine's hands clutch at her 
flexed buttocks. The young white girl pulled Slade's crotch to her and began 
to suck on it again with a driving intensity. The more Slade pumped her 
fist, the more Elaine's slurped upon the black girl's humid pussy. 

When the act was finally over, the two women snuggled up against each other 
in the warm bed. Elaine's head-rested upon Slade's now still chest. Their 
passion had past, but their affections would not follow suit. 

"Oh, Slade!" Elaine whispered. "I never felt about anyone the way I feel 
about you. Never!" 

Slade disregarded the remark. There was business to attend to. 

"Are you meeting him tomorrow night?" she asked coldly. 

Elaine hesitated. Was Slade suddenly jealous? 

"Yes. Will you be there?" 

"Uh huh. I'll be there." 

Elaine didn't see Slade's eyes harden as she rested her seventeen year old 
head upon the older girl's chest. Slade was beginning to hatch a scheme of 
her own! 

"Mr. Cory is an evil man, Elaine. He should be punished for all the terrible 
things he has done to us both. Now that we have each other, we can beat him 
at his own game." 

They began to plan their revenge. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

It was Saturday night. Rick Cory looked at his watch. The light from the 
football stadium, five hundred feet from where he waited, filled his Volvo. 
He was beginning to feel a slight twinge of nervousness. 

When he had planned this night with Elaine he didn't know that the school's 
first football game of the Fall season was to be held in the large stadium, 
a mere shouting distance from the school's building. 

The parking lot was filled beyond capacity. Somehow he had managed to get 
his car into the exact space it had been in the previous night. He sat there 
and waited. It might be very hard for Elaine to find him. It might be 
impossible. 

"Hi!" a voice suddenly called in from the open window to his right. It was 
Elaine and she sounded very chipper indeed! 

"Oh! Do get in Miss Carter!" Rick had been startled and had temporarily lost 
his veneer of detached aloofness. Despite his twisted relationship with 
Elaine, she would behave towards him in the manner of respectful student. 

"Do you believe this crowd?" she asked excitedly as she stepped into the 
car. "There must be a thousand cars in this lot. Whew!" 

Mr. Cory cleared his throat and started the car. As he slowly moved against 
the oncoming waves of people and cars, he was quite concerned that he wasn't 
seen by anyone. 

Elaine didn't care though. She waved to her friends as the car moved past 
them. Once she even lowered the window to exchange pleasantries with one of 
her classmates. 

Rick was outraged. She had betrayed his trust. 

She would pay for her impudence. He wouldn't stand for this kind of 
maltreatment!. 

When they had finally cleared the crowds, Rick accelerated hard. 

They were on their way to Barton! 

"Why did you do that back there, Miss Carter? We discussed the necessity of 
confidentiality about our meeting. You flaunted it in my face! Why?" 

Elaine had been acting strangely. She seemed free from the mental bondage 
Rick had held her in. The only thing she seemed concerned about was having a 
good time. It almost scared Rick. Was he losing his grip? 

"Oh, come on Mr. Cory. I was only trying to have a little fun." 

Rick's indignation turned to rage. He spat the words from his mouth. "Fun? 
Fun? This experiment has nothing to do with fun? This is serious!" 

In reality, the only thing Mr. Cory was serious about was getting off. If 
this was to be done, Elaine had to be submissive and docile. Only then could 
she be tied up and fucked with the fierce brutality he had only recently 
come to enjoy. It made him feel so strong. 

As they moved through Endover's streets, Elaine calmed down. Her docility 
returned. She lowered her head in abject submissiveness. Rick began to 
relax. He wasn't able to see the wicked smile on Elaine's face. Nor was he 
able to see the wet cloth she carried in the breast pocket of her tightly 
fitting leather coat. 

Slade had had a good idea. Before Elaine met Mr. Cory, she had been 
instructed to sneak up to the Science Lab and soak the cloth she carried, in 
the chloroform dear Rick had used on her. 

As Mr. Cory slowed the car down to a halt, he prepared himself for his reach 
over the front seat for the plate containing the already wetted cloth he 
intended using on Elaine. 

At that instant, Elaine made her move. Like a striking snake, the girl 
whipped the cloth from her leather jacket and slapped it across Rick's 
straining face. The element of surprise was all she needed. He struggled 
briefly, but she was strong enough to hold the cloth on his face until he 
passed out. 

As his body slumped onto hers, she breathed deeply. 

"Whew! This bastard is heavy!" 

With feline moves, she quickly got out of the car and moved around to its 
other side. Rick was draped against the cars door. The same wicked smile was 
on Elaine's face as she stepped into the driver's seat and moved it up 
closer to the small, black steering wheel. 

She knew where she was going. Thirty-five minutes later, she pulled the car 
into the parking lot of the same motel she had visited the previous weekend. 
It was the same place that dear Rick had so abused Slade in two weeks 
earlier. 

As she turned the car directly towards the appointed room, Elaine spotted 
Slade pull the heavy room curtains away from the window. Their eyes met as 
they both smiled. The first portion of their plan had gone without a hitch. 
Now for phase two! 

Elaine shut off the car and put its ignition key in a small pocket of her 
leather coat. She zipped it shut as she got out of the vehicle. 

The motel room's door opened as Elaine bounced around to the other side of 
the car. Slade appeared wearing a knee length dungaree coat. It gave her a 
fiendish, cat like appearance. 

Elaine braced herself as she opened the passenger door. Slade reached her 
the moment Rick's limp body fell towards the hard blacktop at their feet. 

Both women groaned with the full force of Rick's tumbling body falling into 
their open arms. They held him firmly and started to drag him towards the 
open door. His feet dragged and his shoes made a kind of scraping sound. 
Both of the women looked from side to side as they dragged their chattel 
towards the safety of the room. 

"Here's to a wonderful evening," she toasted strangely. As she held her 
glass high, she looked at Rick. "May dear Rick get his! Ha, ha, ha!" 

Both women laughed as they gulped at the large, liquor filled glasses. It 
began to loosen them up for their upcoming work. It would be a labor of 
love, for them both. 

Elaine began to feel her face flush as she looked at the flesh of her new 
lover. Her crotch began to heat up and her legs began involuntarily 
spreading apart. 

Slade threw the long coat onto the chair she had sat at only seconds before. 
She had dressed appropriately for the evening. 

Her firm, yet small breasts, pressed forth from her bra and the ebony flesh 
of her shoulders was tightly cinched from the bra's strong, thin bonds. 

But there was work to be done. 

Elaine began to undress. Slade watched with an eagerness, the colorful, 
tight fitting blouse she wore opened slowly to reveal a lacy, incredibly 
tight bra. Her tits were truly something to see. As Slade stood atop of her 
stiletto heels her eyes ravished Elaine's bound breasts. 

The young girl stooped and began to shimmy her swelling thighs from her 
powder blue slacks. Beneath them were a pair of exquisite red panties. Slade 
bit her lips hungrily as she gazed upon the outline of the teen's large cunt 
bone. She wanted to hump the little bitch raw! 

Slade rushed to her and began to kiss her wildly. She had been overcome by 
her own passion. Her hands wandered over the white girl's young flesh and 
began to squeeze the moist center of her red panties. For a brief moment, 
thoughts of Rick and their plan left them. Slade ran her fingers through 
Elaine's long, full bodied, curling blonde hair. Her other hand slipped 
under the tight elastic top lining of Elaine's panties and pressed her young 
cunt against hers. They were linked by a new kind of love. 

Elaine flustered and pushed Slade away. "Hey! We can do that later! We have 
something to do first!" 

Slade took a deep breath and patted at her hair. "You're right." 

Together they stooped to the floor and began to lift the limp body of Mr. 
Cory. His head and arms dangled about lifelessly. The women strained and 
groaned as they got him high enough off the floor to throw him onto the-bed. 

Slade ripped away the rope's clear, plastic cover and pulled out its neatly 
wound length. She looked up to see dear Elaine straining with Rick's jacket. 
Her ass was round and inviting. 

Slade wished she could really fuck her. Like a man. Before she returned to 
the bed to give her young lover assistance, she glanced towards the bottom 
drawer. Something was in there that Elaine didn't even know about. Slade's 
wish would come true in a very short time! 

When Rick was completely naked, the temptingly clad women spread out his 
arms and legs. He was lying on his stomach. Slade lifted Rick's keychain 
from the pocket of his jeans and began to cut strips from the brand new 
rope. 

The night before, the new lovers had laughed about how they would tie Rick 
up. It had all been worked out. They weren't laughing now. The vengeance 
Slade sought was rooted in all the abuse dear Rick had given her. He was 
cruel and evil. He spotted her weaknesses and exploited them. She had to get 
even. 

Elaine's lust for revenge was rooted in the abuses Mr. Cory had heaped upon 
her in class. He had also caught her fucking two boys at the same time and 
resented him for it. Mr. Cory was so high and mighty. He was beyond 
reproach. He was so smart and so sure of himself! The way he swaggered 
around school and the way he worked over the other girls in his class 
enraged her. She had never even entertained the thought that she would be 
able to get even. But now she could! Slade had shown her the way. 

Slade and Elaine looked at each other and smiled. They were such a good 
team. 

Slade slipped one length of the rope under Rick's stomach and tied a firm 
knot at the small of his back. 

With another length of the rope, she tied it to the one now firmly bound to 
his waist, then she helped Elaine tie his wrists together behind his back. 
Together, they then tied separate lengths of rope to each of his ankles. The 
ends of each of these were firmly knotted to the corner headboards at the 
front of the bed. 

With a recently learned expertise, Slade looped the rope she pulled around 
the center of the bed's headboard and then moved to the back of the bed 
where she knotted it finally to the center of the bed's footboard. It was a 
macabre scene. Rick's head rested flaccidly on his chest as he knelt 
upright, unknowingly prepared for his deserved punishment. 

At that moment, Rick began to regain consciousness. Slade jumped up and 
raced towards the dresser. She smiled wickedly as she lifted out the same 
black whip Rick had used on her so brutally the previous week. 

He opened his eyes. "What? What's going on! Slade? What are you doing? 
Elaine? I mean, Miss Carter? How? Why? I'm tied up! 

Why you little bitches! Let me out! Release me!" 

"You see Elaine over here, eh? Well, she's with me now. Look at her sweet, 
fucky body. She's given it to me. The hate you welled up in me for her last 
week has all changed. She's my lover now! 

"But you! You vicious bastard! You must pay!" 

Slade jumped up on the bed and pulled Rick down by his hair. She then swung 
the whip high above her head and brought it down with a crash across his 
naked buttocks. 

"Ahhhhh!" he screamed. "You bitch! When I get out of this I'll teach you a 
lesson you won't ever forget!" 

Slade pulled Rick's head down into a prostrate position. She opened her legs 
and squatted on the back of his neck. The whip rose high above her head and 
came crashing down upon the reddening flesh of Rick's buttocks. 

He cried out in pain every time the leather made contact. "Ahhhhh! Please 
stop!" 

"Get on the bed, Elaine. Dear Rick wanted to ass fuck you so badly. Well, 
give him your ass honey! Shove your little hole right into his mouth." 

Their three bodies contorted weirdly on the bed. Slade's crotch rode the 
back of Rick's neck. Her arm swung the whip wildly. Elaine stooped her 
asshole right into Rick's lapping mouth and almost got herself entwined in 
the complex series of ropes pulling at Rick's bound body. 

Slade tired of her beating and lifted her legs off of Rick. He was then free 
to concentrate on eating out Elaine's asshole. It was an act of humiliation 
macho Rick thought he could never enjoy. But there he was, lapping like a 
thirsty dog. 

Elaine turned around suddenly and plowed her hot cunt right into Rick's 
face. The pain of Slade's lash had made his buttocks a fiery red. His face 
had winced every time the whip made contact. But now that all seemed like it 
happened a long time ago. He slurped at Elaine's incredibly delicious pussy 
as she humped at his wet, dazed face. 

Neither of them could see what Slade was doing. She had retreated from the 
bed and silently stepped over to the chest of drawers again. Her face 
possessed a strange, violent smile as she stooped over and lifted a bizarre 
piece of leather from the bottom drawer. 

Elaine was very close to orgasm now. Her pussy dribbled Rick's saliva and 
her own pre-orgasmic juices. Slade spied her tiny asshole as he got nearer 
and nearer to the two laboring bodies. 

She jumped up onto the bed like a stalking cat about to strike. Her hands 
grabbed Elaine's tits and squeezed until the hot, dazed teen cried out in 
pain. 

"What are you doing? Why did you...." 

Her words broke off as Slade thrust the strange apparatus growing from her 
crotch directly into Elaine's asshole. Incredibly, all twelve inches of the 
brutal leather thing plowed into the teen's stretching hole. 

"Ahhhh! Oh no!" 

Elaine wilted like a slain, slave girl. Her body dangled over Rick as Slade 
plowed the strange apparatus into her asshole with a relentless fury. 

"You see Rick! The little bitch you wanted to ass fuck so bad is mine! Ha, 
ha, ha!" 

Elaine rolled off Rick and crumbled like a hot ball of ravaged flesh. She 
fell from the bed onto the floor with a dull thud. 

The young girl began to roll about the floor groaning. Both of her hands 
were clasped on her bleeding asshole. 

Slade had really ripped her up. The scene repulsed her. She looked at Rick. 
He was screaming obscenities at Slade. She slapped him repeatedly until he 
was quiet. He just knelt there, a victim of his own lust for bondage, Elaine 
moaned on the floor. 

"You fucky little bitch! You love that thing up your asshole and you know 
it!" 

She turned towards Rick. He stared at her with a blank expression on his 
face. "And you! How do you like your bondage, eh?" 

She spat in his face. A thick clot of white saliva hung from his cheek. 

Slade began to dress. Before she left the wasted bound pair she made one 
phone call. It was to the locker room of the Endover High football team. She 
knew that they were playing Barton High that very night. 

She also knew that Endover would beat her old high school's team. 

She sat on the bed fully clothed. It took awhile before she got to speak to 
anyone. 

"Yes!" she started. "You're the captain of the team, right? Good! Listen. 
First of all I want to congratulate you on your smashing victory over Barton 
tonight. You're welcome! There's something else. You know Mr. Cory, don't 
you? That's right. Well, he's giving a party tonight in the team's honor. 
Yes. He wants all of you to come. It's at the Triad Motel on Windsor Street. 
That's right. In Barton! Yes. Room twenty-one. The door will be unlocked." 

Slade hung up the receiver and looked towards Rick. Terror and defeat had 
infected the face that once was held so proudly. He would be found just the 
way he was at that moment. Elaine lay on the floor. The force of the dildo's 
plunge had put her into a zombie-like state. Slade looked at her and then 
rose. 

"We wouldn't want you to leave before the rest of the party shows up, now, 
would we?" the dark dominatrix sneered at the young white slut. 

Slade walked over to Elaine and grabbed the young girl by her blond tresses, 
yanking her cruelly to her feet. 

"But before I leave you, you little whore, I want you to taste my pussy 
juice for the last time. One for the road, you might say. And I want you to 
remember, I want you to remember real good just what black pussy tastes 
like, you honky bitch!" Slade husked at the trembling teenager. 

Elaine, her asshole still red, sore and pulsing from the aftermath of the 
dildo's fierce assault, nevertheless managed to raise a spark of defiance in 
her eyes as she looked up at her cruel task-mistress. 

"You can go fuck yourself, Slade!" the girl spat. "I'm not taking any orders 
from you, you whore!" 

In a minute, Elaine was sprawled helplessly on the floor. Her cheek was 
beet-red from the impact of Slade's knuckles. Slade lifted her foot and 
pressed the spiked heel of her leather boots down on Elaine's breast. 

"You'll do what I say, and you'll like it!" she commanded. To prove her 
point, she dug the pointy heel of the boot into Elaine's already tender 
nipple, making the teen cry out in pain. And as she stuck her boot into 
Elaine's tit, she brandished the whip over her head. She gave her wrist a 
sharp flick and brought the harsh tip of the leather instrument down 
violently on Elaine's body. 

The blonde girl screamed in pain as the leather whip bit into the creamy 
flesh of her thigh. A long red welt formed as, repeatedly, the harsh Negro 
woman whipped the girl into submission. 

Elaine moaned and writhed in pain under the black boot of her mistress. 
Finally, she cried out in anguish. "Alright! Alright! I'll do it! Slade, 
stop! I'll do it, I'll eat your cunt!" 

"Will you like it?" Slade asked menacingly. 

"Y-y-yessss," Elaine stammered. 

Slade crashed the whip down on her again, this time the lash bit into her 
tender young breasts. 

"Say, 'Yes, I'll like it, Slade,' you little slut," Slade commanded. 

"Yes, I'll like it, Slade," Elaine cried out. 

"And will you drink my cream?" Slade inquired sadistically. 

"Yes, I'll drink your cream, Slade," Elaine answered. 

"Then get to it!" 

Elaine rose to her knees and positioned her head between Slade's chocolate 
thighs. Tentatively, she approached the dripping red and pink slit that 
parted Slade's kinky black muff. But Slade was in no mood for waiting. She 
wrapped her hand around the back of the blond's head and forced Elaine's 
face deep into her crotch. 

Elaine's mouth made contact with Slade's gooey twat with a loud 'slurp.' She 
was revolted by the copious amount of cunt juice that splattered over her 
nose, her lips and her chin. It was pungent, musky and strong. The taste was 
a sweet and sour concoction, very sharp, that made the young girl feel as if 
she had thrust her face right into a barrel of bleu cheese. 

"Now, bitch, lick!" Slade ordered, punctuating her command with a sharp 
crack of the whip against Elaine's blushing buttocks. 

The young white slave began to lick at Slade's soaking cunt. Her tongue dove 
out to plunge itself into the black dominatrix's flowing cavern. She flicked 
the tip of her pink snake up to tease Slade's throbbing clit. 

Slade, her hands still pushing Elaine's face between her thighs, threw her 
head back and began to moan. The faster Elaine ate her out, the louder she 
moaned until, in a short while, she could feel the waves of her orgasm 
crashing and breaking through her shivering body. 

When Slade was done coming, she lifted her boot and kicked the girl back 
down on the floor. She looked down at Elaine and grinned fiendishly. The 
young girl had her whole face covered with the sticky come from the black 
woman's snatch. 

Slade had to move quickly. In a short while, the football team was going to 
show up for the party. She wished that she could be around to see their 
faces as they walked into the room and found Mr. Cory and Elaine. 

Dear Rick was still tied securely to the bed, struggling in vain against the 
bonds that held him tight. He'd be no problem. But Slade didn't want Elaine 
to escape, so she took the leftover rope and quickly bound the teenager's 
hands and ankles together. Then, as an added punchline to her little 'joke' 
Slade picked the girl up and tossed her on the bed, so that her mouth was 
positioned directly beneath the drooping, long cock of her humiliated 
teacher. Slade then tied Elaine in position and stepped back to admire her 
work. 

"Yes sir," Slade thought, 'those football players are in for one nice 
surprise!" 

As she left, she said "Hope you have fun." 


THE END
